Chapter 841 Battle with Bulgaria at Stade de France! Ma’el’s Career Goal Rate! Crushing Victory over Malta 2

The weaker team using set pieces to sneak a goal is quite common. As long as they keep their composure and strive for the first goal, they still have a chance for a big victory.

On the sidelines, Deschamps looked distressed, grimaced and returned to the coaching bench to drink water, feeling genuinely anxious.

Losing to a team like Bulgaria is certainly possible... they are not like Malta or Gibraltar, teams that are certain to win when encountered.

Bulgaria can defeat a top 20 ranked team in the world 1-2 times out of 10. However, he does not want France to catch bad luck this time, especially at home, after becoming European Cup champions.

"Hey! Hey...!"

Deschamps turned around and pointed at his temple, signaling the players to stay focused and not relax too much.

After finishing all this, he returned to the coaching bench, afraid of inadvertently spreading more negative emotions to the team.

"Beep!"

After the match restarted, France’s attack became more fierce.

"Boom!"

Ma’el, upon receiving the ball, expertly utilized his dribbling skills and speed to break through one-on-two, then made a nutmeg ground pass towards Yohan Cabaye arriving in the inverted triangle position.

However, the latter’s subsequent shot missed the goal by less than ten centimeters at the goal line.

"Ah...!" Yohan Cabaye shouted in self-blame, slapped his face, and turned back to run again.

Ma’el wasn’t too disappointed, only wondering if the saying about exhausting one’s luck was true... scoring four consecutive goals from four shots in a previous match, had his luck run out?

But this was just a fleeting joke; he still believed that with absolute strength, goals were only a matter of time.

He was right.

"Boom!"

In the 43rd minute, Nasri on the right flank delivered a cross akin to a sweeping shot. A Bulgarian defender nicked it with his right foot, spinning the ball into his control zone.

Upon taking the ball, he initially planned to grit his teeth and cut inwards seeking a shot opportunity.

But seeing Yohan Cabaye again arriving in the inverted triangle position, he opted for a more logical pass, choosing to trust his teammate.

"Boom!!... Swish!"

This time, Yohan Cabaye did not let him down, a solid ground ball push shot wedged the ball firmly in the bottom right corner of the net, securing the first goal for the France team.

"Aaahhh....!" The cheers from the France team fans weren’t particularly enthusiastic; more people just chose to applaud, as they felt this goal should have happened.

In such an atmosphere, even though Yohan Cabaye and Ma’el wanted to celebrate the first European Qualifiers goal, they chose to simply high-five and hug before carrying the ball back to the center circle.

They must prove their attitude, not letting the supporters behind them down.

Two minutes later, when the fourth official raised the additional time board, and many Bulgarian players were distracted looking at the added time.

"Boom."

After intercepting the ball, Sagna made a cross pass to Ma’el in the center area, who used the sole of his foot to nudge the ball forward to the right and then swung his arm and right leg, unleashing a powerful shot.

This was a rare long shot opportunity, with defenders closing in still over a meter away, and he could see a shooting line from the right side.

Even knowing the goalkeeper stood nearer the right, he still went for a shot, testing whether he could outmatch the opponent’s reaction and wrist strength!

"Boom!!"

The soccer flew from Ma’el’s foot like a sharp blade piercing Bulgaria Team’s defense line, infusing the air along its path with a fierce aura.

In contrast, the Bulgarian goalkeeper’s movements appeared slow, and feeble.

In comparison to the small football, he seemed the more insignificant, the one more easily defeated.

"Clang!" The sound of hitting the iron rang out, but the soccer did not do as the Bulgarians hoped, striking the crossbar and post, but instead smashed heavily against the supporting pole inside the net, rebounding into the penalty area.

"Boom!"

A Bulgarian player reacted quickly, turning and kicking the ball toward the sideline, thinking he had completed a clearance.

"Wowww...!!"

"Beep!"

Until hearing a more intense cheer than the previous France team goal, echoing through Stade de France, seeing the head referee blow the whistle signaling towards the center circle, Ma’el running to celebrate, only then did they realize.

Two to one!

France team scored consecutively!

The powerful shot succeeded!

"Folala...!!"

This time, Ma’el could unabashedly rush to the sidelines to celebrate. He clenched both fists and opened his chest, performing a precursor move to expanding his chest, then vigorously tightened, letting the two fists collide strongly.

It’s akin to showcasing muscles, also like releasing strength, quite distinctive. He forgot where he saw it from.

After delivering the fifth assist, he also netted the 19th goal for the national team!

In this match, he still expected to reach 20 goals!

"Yes.....!"

Deschamps on the sideline also tightly clenched his fist, turned around and celebrated with assistant coaches, with much relieved pressure.

Two minutes later, in the last attack of added time, Klich made a run and shot a cross towards the center, where Giroud followed with a dominant leap crushing the opposing defender, slamming the ball into the Bulgarian team’s net for the third time.

Three to one!

They are back!

Giroud and all members of the France team finally showed smiles, hugging together at the goal area celebrating.

"Didn’t expect such difficulties, but luckily we are mighty!"

Ma’el smiled and said to everyone: "The first 3 points seem secured. Hopefully, in these 10 matches, we can keep winning, all the way to the Brazil World Cup!