"If it doesn't work out, just aim for Smolin, he's tall and an easy target."
Smolin, standing nearby, heard this and turned around with a very speechless expression.
"Dun dun... dun dun dun!"
Ma'el stepped in place, took a few small steps to find his footing, and then charged forward.
He ran faster and faster, and when he was about thirty centimeters from the ball, he planted his supporting foot, then swung his right foot back fiercely.
De Gea was startled by what he saw; as a top goalkeeper, he was skilled at judging the direction and technique of a shot based on the forward's supporting foot distance and position.
If it was a volley, the supporting foot should be almost parallel to the football, not with such a big distance.
It's an outside foot strike!
He's going for the near post!
De Gea immediately thought to command his left foot to push off the ground quickly towards the near post, but the body needs reaction time, and he couldn't move over before Ma'el took the shot.
