At the moment of the goal, Ma'el's heart was filled with the joy of the clean sound when the ball hit the net, a comfort so intense it was almost like dying and going to heaven... This sensation spread throughout his body, making his blood boil.
Unfortunately, to avoid disappointing the fans of his old club, he could only hastily retract the fist he intended to raise to the sky, clasping his hands in front and adopting an apologetic posture.
Luckily, the hands-pointing-to-the-sky celebration itself was already considered relatively restrained; Ma'el usually likes to strike a handsome pose first and then do two releasing moves.
If he had slid on his knees straight away, and earned the title of sliding-knee against his old club, he would have gotten blasted.
Perhaps this doesn't matter, but the main thing is he would make the Sheffield United fans who once adored him feel disappointed.
