The football traced a masterful arc across the sky of Old Trafford, plummeting accurately towards the top right corner.
Szczeny quickly pushed off the ground, stretching to the limit to dive towards the ball; he could tell the quality of this shot.
Ma'el stood somewhat nervously in his position, stretching his neck to watch his team's goal area, hoping that Szczeny would save the ball.
"Swish!!"
But the ball eventually slid into the net, and its quality was such that it was destined to be a sure goal.
Ma'el started to move his feet, not too discouraged, and jogged back to his half.
There was nothing to be done about this goal; better not to dwell on it and just hope he could achieve a similar feat in this match.
"Wow.....!!" More than sixty thousand Manchester United fans at Old Trafford erupted into a frenzy, their cheers filling the entire stadium and even spreading onto the streets outside.
"Haha!"
"We are leading!"
"Fantastic play!"
