Chapter 699 - 11: An Uncharacteristic Italy! Ma’el’s Enigmatic Smile! Once, But Not Again!

He seemed to notice Nasri glanced up, unsure, and could only run along the original route.

"Bang!!"

Near the corner area, Nasri delivered another crossing, as if sending out a second corner kick.

But this time, whether in terms of speed, trajectory, or height, it was far from the penalty area, even raising doubts about whether it could enter the area.

Many looked puzzled, thinking this shouldn’t be Nasri’s level.

Until they saw the direction Nasri gazed at, they suddenly realized there was a point of contact outside the penalty area!

Italy’s players were shocked, turning to see Ma’el rushing towards the landing point of the ball, adjusting his shooting angle and posture during the run.

Danger!

Ma’el reached the ball in two steps, raising his right leg to strike the incoming ball with the most comfortable aerial strike.

He didn’t know why he got so many aerial opportunities in this European Cup.

But he was grateful, having honed this skill last season, ensuring a high shooting success rate when unguarded!

The moment he touched the ball, an uncontrollable smile appeared, much like the sunny boy Leo, an emotion absolutely inappropriate in such serious moments.

"Bang!!"

He couldn’t think why, all attention still focused on the football, fiercely striking it towards the right bottom corner of the goal.

At the moment of the strike, a broad feeling arose within him, seemingly understanding why he smiled and knowing the quality of this shot.

"Thunk!" The football swiftly entered the penalty area, bouncing once and heading towards the goal’s right bottom corner.

Buffon reacted quickly, but this time couldn’t stop the football from entering the net first, "Whish!"

Football hit the net’s right bottom corner, making a crisp sound and igniting the feverish frenzy of French fans, "Aaaahhhh....!! Ahhhhh.....!!"

Goal!

Two to zero!

"Beautiful! Beautiful!! Ma’el’s mid-air burst shot pierced Buffon’s ten fingers...! Two goals ahead! He helps the France team kill the game!!

"Before this, his multiple shots didn’t threaten Buffon, but this time, he did it!!

"France team is entering the semifinals! With one goal and one assist from Ma’el and Nasri, this team, initially not favored, stands alongside other championship favorites!"

"..."

Ma’el knew the ball would go in as he completed the shot, the comfort felt in the strike didn’t deceive him.

Seeing the football in the net, goosebumps quickly rose all over him, yet a bright smile lit up his face, sticking out his tongue as he ran towards the edge of the field, "Yeah...!! Yeah.....!!"

Once again cannot happen a third time!

Buffon can block him once, twice, three times, but there will be a time he cannot!

Euro Cup’s sixth goal, lifts the France team over the wall of sighs into the semifinals!!

After reaching the field’s edge, he didn’t forget the joke with Yohan Cabaye in the first half.

He punched the air skywards, using his signature celebratory phrase upon landing, but this time, he shouted it more passionately and exuberantly than ever before, "Vamos.....!"

All troubles dispersed like passing clouds, he played a great match, and so did the France team without Benzema; they clenched their fists, continuing their advance towards the European Cup championship!

Nothing can stop them now, from now on, whether acknowledged by others or not, they are championship favorites!

Completing this, Ma’el turned with arms wide towards Gdansk Arena, seeing Nasri and Yohan Cabaye rushing towards him first, jumping on him.

"Splash!" He fell to the ground, yet his joy was captured by countless cameras on the sideline.