"If we can win in the end... yes." Ma'el looked back at the field, then turned and nodded with a smile.
The two exchanged a smile and each returned to their positions, waiting for the match to end.
Ma'el sat down on the bench, and Philip brought him a towel. He took it and wiped off the sweat and grass from his body.
During this process, he caught sight of Arshavin in the corner, looking very dejected... filled with self-doubt and disappointment.
He turned his attention back to the field, without talking to him; professional football is indeed cruel, as he deeply understood when that French defender from the youth team left.
Just hope Arshavin can adjust his state well; in the later stages of multi-line battles, the team will likely need his power.
"Bang!"
The remaining match gradually shifted towards Liverpool, as they controlled the ball and launched a fierce assault on Arsenal's defense.
