From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 155 - 50: Supreme Guided Crossing? The Perfect Partnership?! The Loyal Midfield Maestro Stirs Up Trouble! (Part 2)

Chapter 155: Chapter 50: Supreme Guided Crossing? The Perfect Partnership?! The Loyal Midfield Maestro Stirs Up Trouble! (Part 2)

Van Persie didn’t rush to conclusions, suppressing the frenzy in his eyes and waiting for Ma’el’s next pass.

......

"Boom! Boom....!"

As Ma’el advanced round after round to deliver precise curved trajectory guidance crossing, Van Persie in the center started to feel a bit excited.

Sometimes he would leap high, looking back at the moon, gracefully directing the ball towards the far corner dead zone of the goal; other times he would side stretch his body, meeting the ball already curving towards the goal for an extremely comfortable aerial strike.

Foot arch aerial push kick, violent aerial strike with the instep, and a stylish side hook aerial strike!

All used! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Swish!"

"Swish....!"

The ball fell into the net time and time again, leaving Szczeny and Amunia, who were taking turns as goalkeepers, sighing at the ball, eventually even losing a bit of confidence in their goalkeeping.

The young Szczeny once played a little mind game, knowing Van Persie’s shots often headed for the dead zone, he leaned towards one dead zone ahead of time, imagining he might have a fifty percent chance of gambling on the direction and blocking the shot.

"Boom!"

But Van Persie observed his movement, and made an extremely insulting foot arch push shot down the middle, hitting the spot he used to stand.

Szczeny: "....."

"Hahaha....!" Van Persie smiled, feeling a sense of exhilaration he hadn’t experienced in training for quite some time.

Looking again towards the flank, Ma’el, he was sure that as long as this kid performed well, he could start next season, and the two of them would certainly develop a good chemistry.

Saying they are the best partner might be a bit early, but they can coordinate, that’s for sure!

"Nice ball, Ma’el!" Van Persie no longer calls Ma’el like the others as "kid," but rather directly calls his name.

He accepted this young general returning from the Championship loan, and recognized the value of his 27 assists.

At this time, other players also slowly noticed Ma’el’s skill in crossing, their gazes toward Ma’el changed.

"Flank expert."

Near the center circle arc, Ramsey played with the ball at his feet, sighing: "Looking at it this way, his assist data is very reasonable, but the 40 goals have yet to be verified."

"How is it unverified?" Diaby showed his big white teeth and smiled: "Just watch his highlights, if not, you can try it yourself in the Championship."

Ramsey snorted, inadvertently noticing Alexander Song’s expression seemed a bit off... a bit heavy?

He pulled Diaby aside and motioned for him to look over, "What’s he thinking?"

"What’s up?"

Diaby, still somewhat extroverted, went up and slapped Alexander Song on the back, "Afraid he’ll take your spot? Relax, you two are far apart in positions."

"No." Alexander Song shook his head, turning around with a serious expression: "I’m worried he’ll steal my thunder."

"What?!"

Ramsey frowned in confusion, his expression exaggeratedly exaggerated, "You’re a defensive midfielder, what’s he stealing from you?"

"Huh?"

Alexander Song looked surprised, feeling everyone has a skewed perception of him, "Defense is just my duty at the position, passing and assisting are my strengths, how could you not know?"

He often delivered extremely exquisite passes to Van Persie, helping him complete many miracle balls.

Therefore, he could rightfully consider himself—one of Europe’s top passers.

"Alright, alright."

Ramsey, at a loss for words, gave him a thumbs up in encouragement: "You’re right, you’re the strongest."

"It’s like this." Alexander Song leaned back slightly, spread his arms wide, looking puzzled and bewildered.

......

Next, the team carried out fixed area one-on-one and two-on-two offensive and defensive drills.

They compete in a space of about twenty-five square meters, each group for 3 minutes, resting 1 minute to switch opponents.

"Boom boom boom...."

In one-on-one training, Ma’el respectively faced the team’s main right-back ’Factory Beauty’ Sagna, the main center-back ’High Priest’ Vermaelen, and the diligent main left-back Gibbs, who was without any point of contention.

He encountered some difficulties. Being fixed area, he couldn’t utilize his speed advantage.

"Snap!"

"Crunch!"

In over ten training sessions, he was frequently intercepted by Sagna, tackled by Gibbs, and Vermaelen, who looked gentle facially, yet was unyielding on the field, often actively sought physical confrontation with him.

Ma’el initially felt the pressure of the Premier League, as these defenders reacted swiftly, tackling fiercely and decisively.

More importantly, they played with brain.

Skilled in using feints in defense, employing body orientation methods to deceive attacking players into breaking through towards their pre-designed direction, or compressing space and forcing attackers into corner positions.

Visually, the Premier League confrontation might not seem as intense as the Championship.

But, in reality, there’s constant maneuvering.... intellectual confrontation never ceases, everyone is finding opportunities to set traps for opposing players.

Of course, another reason is that Ma’el is joining training for the first day, not yet adapted to the rhythm here.

Gilbert, who arrived with him, experienced the same situation, logically, his footwork is more delicate, his success rate in small areas should not be low.

Yet, besides once dodging Alexander Song’s slide tackle and passing him, he had no other successful dribbles.

"Clap clap clap....!" From the sidelines, a round of applause full of mockery sounded in their direction, everyone looked back to find it was Fabregas making the sound.