Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 112: Superb guided cross? Best partner?! Zhongyi Fa stirs up trouble!

"Beep!"

After a brief introduction, this morning training officially kicked off.

Due to the addition of two new players, Wenger specially included various technical skills training such as shooting and passing in this morning training, hoping to see how the two would perform on the training ground.

There is no need to watch what happened on the field. The highlights of Maher's goals and assists alone could take up an entire half of the game if the replays were included.

Gilbert's is less, but with good editing techniques, it is no problem to put in a halftime break.

Now, it mainly depends on their abilities and what position they occupy among Arsenal’s stars!
"Catch the ball!"

After warming up, Alexander Song stood in the center circle with several midfielders. After receiving the pass from the assistant coaches, he kicked the ball to the side.

There, a group of players who are good at crossing the ball were waiting early. They ran quickly to the bottom line, while observing the running positions of their teammates in the middle and the position of the goalkeeper.

"Boom! Boom!"

One after another, curved passes flew from the two sides to the middle. Van Persie, Walcott and others in the middle quickly joined in the attack, either heading or volleying the ball towards the goal.

Maher soon discovered that in the training match without defensive pressure, Van Persie's finishing ability was so strong that it was already quite conspicuous.
Whether it is a header, a push shot, or his historic volley, he can always produce a shot of extremely high quality!

As long as the cross from the wing is not passed behind him, he can comfortably shoot in the middle, with a hit rate of about three out of four shots!
This is almost the same as watching his goal highlights up close. Being able to score brilliant goals on a whim during a game must be the norm in training.

"fear."

Maher sighed, stepped forward on the sidelines to stretch his ankles, and prepared to receive the ball and pass it.

What Wenger said about transforming him into an all-around striker is definitely just a preliminary idea. It is impossible to put him directly in the middle position to grab points now.

That is not what he is good at now. He does not have the ability to receive the ball and protect the ball with his back to the goal, nor does he have the ability to score and head the ball.

These can be added to the training plan in the future to make him more comprehensive and gradually become an all-around player, just like Cristiano Ronaldo to Real Madrid and Messi to Barcelona.

Although they have different styles and focuses, their contributions to the team on the offensive end can all be described as all-around strikers.

"Not urgent."

Now, what Maher needs to do is to hold his own on the wing and demonstrate all his excellent abilities!
At this point, he is still very confident. The level 4 precision-guided cross and the level 4 arc of the foot can both allow him to make high-quality crosses.

"Catch the ball, kid!"

A response sounded, and Alexander Song in the midfield made a long arc pass. The ball landed in a good place and it was not difficult to unload it.

Maher stopped the ball outside of himself, glanced at Van Persie's position in the middle, and found that he was at the top of the penalty area, preparing to charge into the penalty area.

Somehow, Maher felt a sense of security and confidence as he watched a top finisher waiting for his pass. He knew that his crossing ability would finally come in handy.

Don’t worry about anything else, as long as the quality is high and the landing point is accurate, the opponent will definitely find a way to score the ball!

"Oh!"

Maher kicked the ball with a flick of his leg. The moment he kicked the ball, his ankle shook violently and lifted it upwards. An extremely fast inward arc ball flew towards the middle.

In the middle, Van Persie had already lowered his center of gravity and was ready to receive the ball. He knew that the young man on the opposite side had provided 27 assists in a single season in the Championship League and should have good attainments in passing.

But despite this, when Maher's pass circled over his head, there was surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect the ball to be so fast and the inner arc to be so large. It almost instantly flew to a position more than one step in front of him.

“I can’t keep up!”

Van Persie looked annoyed, he knew that this was a very high-quality pass, which had a high probability of penetrating the opponent's defense and creating a chance to threaten the opponent's goal.

As long as he starts a step earlier, he can comfortably use his chest to push the ball into a blind corner, or directly volley it!
"and many more!"

He suddenly remembered a way to shoot. He threw his center of gravity forward, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he pushed off the ground with his toes and jumped up.

Jump to the top!

Van Persie's body flew out and headed the ball at the last moment before the ball passed him, completing a high-quality diving header.

His body really stretched and bounced like a fish. In the air, he even used the last bit of his core strength to hunch his chest and swing his neck to exert force. He was extremely flexible and breathtaking.

"Shh!"

The football passed over Szczesny's hands and flew into the blind corner of the goal.

"Oh!"

"Robin! Training is risking your life?"

"This ball is so comfortable to play. Oh my god. It would be great if this could be played in the league. It can compete for the top five goals of the season."

After getting up from the ground, Van Persie saw his teammates holding their heads in amazement, marveling at his shooting skills.

But he turned his gaze to Maher who had turned and left on the wing, as if they were partners!
"try again."

Van Persie did not rush to draw conclusions. He suppressed the enthusiasm in his eyes and waited for Maher's next pass.

"Boom! Boom!"

As Maher made precise arc-guided crosses again and again, Van Persie in the middle slowly felt like he was getting excited.

Sometimes he jumped high and looked back at the moon, then casually kicked the ball to the far corner of the goal; sometimes he stretched his body sideways and made an extremely comfortable volley shot at the football that was already heading towards the goal.

A volley with the arch of the foot, a violent volley from the side of the instep, and a handsome side hook volley that bounces into the air!

Use them all!

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

The football fell into the net again and again, leaving Szczesny and Almunia, who took turns guarding the goal, helpless. In the end, they even felt a little bit of loss of confidence in goalkeeping.

The young Szczesny once played a trick. He knew that Van Persie's shots were mostly directed towards blind corners, so he stood close to one of the blind corners in advance, thinking that he might have a 50% chance of betting on the right direction and blocking the shot.

"Oh!"

As a result, Van Persie observed his movement and made an extremely insulting kick with his instep towards the center, hitting the ball to the place where he had just stood.

Szczesny: “.”

"Hahaha!" Van Persie smiled. He hadn't felt so refreshed during training for a long time.

Looking at Maher on the wing, he was sure that as long as the kid was good in other aspects and could start next season, the two of them would definitely have a good chemistry.

It’s a bit too early to say they are the best partners, but it is certain that they can work together well!

"Good shot, Maher!" Van Persie did not call Maher "kid" like others did, but called him directly by his name.

He accepted the young player who returned on loan from the Championship and recognized the value of his 27 assists.

At this time, the other players gradually discovered Maher's crossing skills, and their eyes changed when they looked at Maher.

“A good winger.”

Near the center circle, Ramsey fiddled with the ball at his feet and sighed: "From this point of view, his assist data is very reasonable, but the 40 goals are still unverified."

"Why can't we verify it?" Diaby showed his big white teeth and smiled, "Just watch his highlights and you'll know. If that doesn't work, you can try the Championship yourself."

Ramsey groaned, and inadvertently noticed that Alexander Song's expression next to him seemed a little wrong, as if he was a little heavy?

He pulled Diaby and motioned him to look over there, "What do you think he's thinking?"

"what happened?"

Diaby was still quite outgoing, and he went up and slapped Alexander Song directly, "Are you afraid that he will take your position? Don't worry, the positions of the two of you are far apart."

“No.” Alexander Song shook his head, turned around with a serious expression and said, “I’m afraid he will steal my limelight.”

"what?!"

Ramsey frowned in confusion, his expression extremely exaggerated, "You're a defensive midfielder, why is he stealing your limelight?"

"what?"

Alexander Song looked surprised, he felt that everyone's perception of him was biased, "Defense is just the responsibility of my position, passing and assisting are my strengths, how could you not know?" He often made extremely subtle passes to Van Persie, helping Van Persie complete many magical goals.

Therefore, he can rightfully consider himself as one of the top passers in Europe.

"Good good."

Ramsey had no words to refute, and gave him a thumbs up to encourage him: "You are right, you are the strongest."

"That's how it is." Alexander Song leaned back slightly and spread his hands, looking puzzled and confused.

Next, the team carried out one-on-one and two-on-two offense and defense training in fixed areas.

They competed in a space of about 3 square meters, with each group competing for 1 minutes and taking a -minute break to change opponents.

"bang bang bang"

In the one-on-one training, Mahel met the team's main right-back "factory flower" Sagna, the main central defender "high priest" Vermaelen, and the main left-back Gibbs who worked diligently and had no jokes.

He encountered some troubles because he was in a fixed area and could not use his speed advantage.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

In more than ten training sessions, he was intercepted by Sagna and tackled by Gibbs many times. Vermaelen looked gentle, but he never gave in on the field and often took the initiative to seek physical confrontation with him.

Maher has begun to feel the pressure of the Premier League. These defenders react quickly and their kicks are fierce and decisive.

More importantly, they play football with their brains.

Good at using fake moves in defense, using body guidance to deceive offensive players into breaking through in the direction they designed, or compressing space to force offensive players into a corner.

To the naked eye, the competition in the Premier League may not be as intense and direct as that in the Championship.

But, in reality, the brain game is going on all the time, and everyone is looking for opportunities to set traps for the opponent players.

Of course, there is another reason. It was Maher’s first day in training and he hasn’t adapted to the rhythm here yet.

The same situation occurred with Gilbert who arrived with him. Logically, his work with his feet is more delicate and his success rate in breaking through in a small area should be quite high.

Unexpectedly, apart from dodging Alexander Song's sliding tackle and dribbling past him, he never had any other successful dribbling.

"Pa, pa, pa!" From the side of the court, a burst of mocking applause came towards the two of them. Everyone looked back and found that the sound was made by Fabregas.

"What happened to him?"

The team's right-back Sagna glanced at him, frowned and said to the left-back Gibbs beside him: "That's not necessary."

"who knows."

Gibbs shook his head, glanced at Mr. Wenger, and found that he had also noticed the situation. He sent Philip to Fabregas's seat with a stern face.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

Philip then came to Fabregas' side. Wenger and Fabregas had been at odds ever since the conflict in the player tunnel after the game.

“Be a spectator.”

Fabregas, still wearing Arsenal's training uniform, said nonchalantly, "I've reported my injury to the club for a long time. I'm afraid I'll miss the club's training session. Can't I come and watch?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

As the first assistant coach, Philip has a high status in the club. Since Wenger has broken up with him, he will not give him a good face.

There was some disgust in his eyes, and he said seriously: "If you don't want to participate in the training, please leave the training ground. If you don't want to leave, don't make any more noise."

Fabregas shrugged his shoulders and looked straight ahead, neither refusing nor agreeing, looking like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

He is different from those people who have nothing and act like scoundrels. He is very proud, has his own confidence, and feels very good about himself.

Just think about becoming Arsenal captain at the age of 21, winning the European Cup in the same year, and winning the World Cup two years later!
The peak Dream Team made no secret of their desire and pursuit for him, and were even willing to bear some infamy in order to recruit him into the team.

What kind of player is he?
Even he himself couldn't explain it, but one thing was certain: comparing him with Mahel and Gilbert was an insult to him.

He wanted to regain the face he had lost in the player tunnel that day. Before leaving, he took out all the anger he had suffered in front of Wenger on the two young players that Wenger valued.

Tell everyone again that it is impossible to compare him with these two young players!

In the following two-on-two attack and defense training, Maher and Gilbert were grouped together. Wenger seemed to think that the two had certain partner experience and better understanding.

"I'm afraid I'll get you into trouble."

Gilbert looked worried. He had little confidence to begin with, and after being clapped and mocked by Fabregas, he felt a little autistic.

"fine."

Maher glanced at Fabregas who was sitting far away, and a trace of hatred rose in his heart. He comforted Gilbert: "Don't worry about what others think, just behave yourself well."

"Okay," Gilbert replied half-heartedly, put on his squad vest, and stood next to Mahel.

"Beep!" With Wenger's whistle, two-on-two training sessions started simultaneously on multiple venues. Mahel and Gilbert's opponents were Vermaelen and Koscielny.

At this time, Koscielny had a sharp red crew cut, which looked extremely sharp and aggressive.

He rushed over together with Vermaelen. The two central defenders, who had partnered in the Premier League, already had a good understanding of each other.

As soon as Maher passed the ball to Gilbert, they quickly squeezed the space to surround him, blocked him in the corner, and kicked the ball out of bounds.

"Bang!" An assistant coach quickly pushed a football and passed it to Gilbert's feet.

Gilbert suppressed his nervousness, took two steps towards Koscielny, and passed the ball to Mahel on the side.

Vermaelen, who was on guard against this side, quickly followed and wanted to quickly complete the defensive position in front of Mahel and put some pressure on him.

"Bang!" Mahel noticed that he was diving very fiercely, so he didn't stop the ball at his feet and slowly grind it. Instead, he kicked it behind Vermaelen the moment he received the ball.

The ball passed!

He started off, accelerated rapidly in the limited space available, and chased after the football, bypassing Vermaelen.

Vermaelen did not expect this, let alone Mahel's speed. He just turned around and saw Mahel easily overtake him from his left and received the ball in front of him.

Successful breakthrough!

"So fast!" He exclaimed with a smile, and turned away without any regret.

In the subsequent defense, he changed his strategy and no longer pressed the two players with high pressure, but instead kept a distance and dragged behind.

Anyway, it's only about 25 square meters. He and Koscielny, one in front and one behind, one pressing and one protecting, basically occupy the entire area, so they are not afraid of being rushed over by others using their speed.

Maher and Gilbert's breakthrough success rate dropped again, and the two even looked a little embarrassed at times.

"Crack!"

In the last two-on-two attack and defense, Koscielny made a clean and accurate sliding tackle, shoveling the ball from Gilbert's feet out of the sideline of the attack and defense area.

This was a perfect defense!

"Clap, clap, clap!" Applause rang out from the sidelines again. It seemed like applause for Koscielny, but everyone knew what it actually expressed.

Fabregas sat there jokingly, and this time he even shouted several times: "Okay! That's it, let the youngsters experience the intensity and difficulty of the Premier League!"
“It’s definitely a good thing to let them know as early as possible that this is not a second-tier league. Young people need to have a clear understanding of themselves.

"You can't think that if you have good numbers in the Championship, you can carry them over to the Premier League. These are completely different places."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wenger seemed unable to bear it any longer. He turned around angrily and walked quickly towards where Fabregas was sitting.

Fabregas stood up from his seat, ready to confront Wenger.

"Mr. Wenger!"

Many teaching assistants immediately followed, fearing that a violent conflict would break out between the two and wanted to step forward to ease the situation.

The training ended and the players moved towards the two of them. Most of them had complicated expressions, some looked disgusted, and some were relatively calm.

(End of this chapter)