Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 125: The first goal of the Premier League! Pagani ignites! The celebration of shutting up!

"Game start!!"

In the broadcasting room, Zhan Jun, who has gradually become a famous commentator in the Premier League, began to explain in a low voice: "Dear viewers, what you are watching now is the broadcast of the first round of the 11-12 Premier League season brought to you by ESPN Sports Satellite TV!"

His voice was a little hoarse, but the pitch was high, which could easily arouse the passion of the fans. "I am today's commentator Zhan Jun. After a three-month break, I am back again. I believe everyone can't wait!
“In the first half of the game, the Newcastle United team, wearing black and white striped jerseys, attacked from left to right!
"Arsenal are wearing dark green and indigo away jerseys today, with the club's commemorative team logo embroidered on the chest. This year marks the 125th anniversary of the founding of their team!"

"Back in 1886, 15 pioneers in Woolwich put up 6p to form this club, and now it has grown into a giant!

"Let's focus on the game!"

On the field, Newcastle United took the lead in kicking the ball out of the center circle in the first half. They lined up in a 4-4-2 formation today, with a strong midfield, clearly planning to launch a defensive counterattack.

"Oh!"

More than ten seconds into the game, they made a long pass towards Sagna's control range. Sagna successfully won the header and passed the ball to Vermaelen.

Maher had already rushed to the front court by this time. Listening to the noisy cheers in his ears and looking at the opponent's tight formation ready for battle, his adrenaline was secreted and he was extremely eager to receive the pass from his teammates.

No matter whether they are going down the bottom or cutting inside, rush at them first!
Turning his head, he saw the face of Danny Simpson, the full-back who was playing against him today.

He knew this defender, largely because he was the main full-back in the Foxes' miracle.

At that time, he should be still relatively old, around 23 or 24 years old, which was the time when he was wasting time in the mid- and lower-level teams of the Premier League.

Danny Simpson quickly closed in on him, occasionally nudging him with his right hand, measuring the distance while remaining alert.

Maher turned his head and faced his teammates, waiting for the ball to move towards them.

As of now, after the backcourt players took control of the ball, they were not in a hurry to move forward, as if they were waiting for Newcastle to steal the ball.

“Move! Move!!”

Newcastle United coach Alan Pardew on the sidelines waved his hands back a few times, signaling the players to press forward as a whole. He had planned before the game to start with a 15-minute rush.

He was wearing a nice suit today, standing straight on the sidelines, as if trying to compete with Wenger for attention.

Wenger was only about 30 meters away from him. The two turned their heads to each other and could even see the expressions on each other's faces.

"Newcastle pressed, Arsenal's passing tempo quickened, they tried to break the high pressure!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun's voice kept ringing: "Sagna was blocked on the wing and it was difficult for him to handle the ball. Cabaye intercepted the ball from his feet. It was dangerous!

“Ameobi and Demba Ba asked for the ball in the middle, Kabaye passed it to Barton, Barton made a cross!!”

In the Arsenal penalty area, a very fast arc ball came towards them.

The players on the back line jumped up quickly, stretched their necks to reach the football, but still failed to reach it.

"Oh!"

Newcastle United's center forward Ameobi jumped high and headed the ball into the net. Judging from his posture, it should be a powerful header.

However, the accuracy was far off, and the football flew directly to the stands at the back.

"Ah!" A cry of regret was heard from Newcastle United fans in St. James' Park. Many people held their foreheads, and many sat back in their seats.

Alan Padew on the sidelines headed the ball high with his body tense. He only relaxed with a look of regret after seeing the ball go out of bounds.

"Come on!!" However, he still waved his fist and roared to encourage his players. He was satisfied with the results of this pressing and hoped that his players could continue to maintain it.

In the next few minutes, he became almost the most eye-catching person on the sidelines of the court. Some fans even stopped watching the game and just watched his performance.

"Oh!"

Sometimes he raised his hands high, as if he was ready to celebrate for the team, and sometimes he punched the air in front of him, expressing his excitement with his teeth and claws.

Sometimes, when there was a controversial penalty, he would even take a few steps towards the Arsenal coaching bench, and when he complained to the fourth official, he would also complain to the Arsenal coaching staff.

It was obvious that he was very excited, so excited that it made others feel uncomfortable.

In the Arsenal coaching booth, Wenger's face suddenly showed dissatisfaction. The pressure of playing away from home was already high, and the opposing coach actually gave them a cold shoulder.

"suffer!"

He walked over to the fourth official to negotiate, pointed at Alan Pardew and said, "Tell him not to leave the command area, he is affecting us!"

The fourth official nodded slightly and went to negotiate with Alan Pardew, who quickly turned his head and looked over, as if to see who had made the complaint.

"I'll pay attention."

Alan Padu calmed down the somewhat annoying fourth official and spread his hands towards Wenger, looking puzzled.

"I'm really impressed!" Seeing him pretending to be innocent, Wenger waved his hands upwards in dissatisfaction and turned away.

The two of them had a small grudge against each other, and they were both waiting for a good opportunity to launch a mocking attack. It happened that they had been holding it in for several months, just waiting for someone to come up and show off.

In the 14th minute of the game, Newcastle United once again intercepted the ball from Arsenal's midfield and backcourt and planned to launch a quick counterattack.

As a result, Alexander Song reacted quickly, and with a sideways sliding tackle, he cleanly intercepted the ball and shoveled the ball to his own backcourt.

"Bang bang bang!"

While Newcastle United still maintained a scattered offensive position, Arsenal's midfield and backcourt players launched a quick pass and quickly directed the ball out of Newcastle's key counter-attack area.

After receiving the ball in the middle, center back Vermaelen took a step forward. Seeing that there were no good opportunities on either side, he dribbled towards the midfield.

He is definitely a true defender with a knife. Wenger likes to put such a player in the central defender position to help pass the ball from the backcourt.

"Oh!"

After reaching the midfield, Vermaelen passed the ball to Ramsey on the right, who cut in the opposite direction and finally passed the ball to the left.

Maher received the ball, and the moment he stopped, he moved towards Danny Simpson, ready to pass the opponent.

But the opponent's defense took position very quickly. There was a defender standing four or five meters behind Danny Simpson, guarding against his sudden moves. It seemed that they had done some investigation.

"Take him! Take him!"

"Simpson, put him down!"

"Let the youngsters feel the intensity of the Premier League and see if this is still the Championship he is familiar with!"

"Kick his legs!"

There was a sound of instigation from the stands, and some extreme Newcastle fans stood up and shouted at Danny Simpson, which was of extremely low quality.

Mahel felt a little unhappy, glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, and moved sideways with the ball towards the middle.

"Bang, bang, bang" He touches the ball very quickly, especially after mastering the rhythm, each of his touches becomes extremely stable, and it is difficult for ordinary defenders to directly steal the ball.

After taking two more steps towards the middle, he saw the opponent's central defender and midfielder chasing him back, so he kicked the ball to Ramsey on the other side.

Ramsey passed the ball to Gervinho, who took a few steps towards the opponent's full-back and passed the ball back.

Ramsey dribbled the ball forward, squeezing Newcastle's defense and causing them to retreat slightly, leaving a vacuum area in front of the penalty area.

Without even looking, he kicked the ball sideways into the empty space.

"Bang!!"

Mahel's eyes lit up as he followed. He swung his right leg and shot the ball straight towards the right side of the goal.

In order to exert better force, he lowered his neck and upper body at the moment of shooting, concentrating the force on his lower body.

Everyone in the stadium immediately followed the football, some people looked nervous, some looked expectant.

"Snap!" Unexpectedly, Newcastle goalkeeper Krul predicted the ball, took small steps in advance, and quickly jumped up and dragged the ball out of the baseline.

Corner kick!

"Wow!" Cheers rang out at the scene, and the fans at St. James' Park applauded the goalkeeper's wonderful save.

On the sidelines, Alan Pardew seemed to have found an opportunity to taunt, and he fired three shots at the Arsenal coaching seat, "Oh Oh. Yeah.!"

Wenger didn't turn his head, but he must have clearly felt Alan Padew's provocation. He secretly clenched his teeth and waited for a counterattack.

"Bang!" A corner kick was taken on the field at this time. The football was thrown to the side by the Newcastle United defender above the penalty area. Their air defense was still good.

At the two o'clock position, Newcastle's returning winger caught the ball. He did not dare to dribble in the backcourt and kicked the ball directly towards Arsenal's backcourt.

Arsenal regained possession of the ball, Vermaelen controlled it and waited for his teammates to return to their positions.

"Danny Simpson!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun watched Mahel receiving the ball on the wing and worried about the Newcastle full-back, "He has to face Mahel's breakthrough! It's a bit troublesome!

"Don't underestimate this young face who is making his first Premier League appearance. He scored 40 goals and made 27 assists in a single season in the Championship. "Moreover, in the match against Bayern Munich more than ten days ago, Maher's performance surprised the German media.

"Maher is getting closer and closer. Danny Simpson has no way to retreat! The Newcastle United fans on the sidelines seemed very excited. They threw water bottles and hot dogs at Maher!"

On the wing, Maher was dribbling the ball towards Danny Simpson when he suddenly saw several small objects flying from the stands.

"Kill him!"

"Simpson, don't be scared!"

"Go to his knees!"

Hearing the shouts of Newcastle United's extreme fans again, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued to dribble the ball forward with anger suppressed.

Fortunately, Simpson's kick was relatively clean. He didn't really listen to these people and kept retreating in an orderly manner.

Maher slowly began to speed up, forcing Simpson to retreat faster and faster, and his feet gradually showed signs of instability.

"Oh!"

When he saw Simpson preparing to lower his center of gravity to balance his body, he dribbled the ball toward the baseline and dodged past Danny Simpson.

Danny Simpson had just raised his center of gravity when he saw Maher suddenly speed up. He subconsciously wanted to turn around, but his body twisted and he fell stiffly to the ground.

Obviously, his physical coordination is very average and he lacks the resilience to deal with sudden changes.

"." The Newcastle United fan section on the left became silent. The fans became nervous before they could decide whether to curse Maher or Danny Simpson.

Maher successfully achieved a breakthrough but before he could be happy, he saw the opponent's center back Steven Taylor rushing towards him and making a sliding tackle to block the baseline position.

This was exactly what he wanted. He dunked the ball and headed towards the inside along the penalty area line.

"Oh!" On the right side behind Newcastle United's goal area, Arsenal's travelling fans were sitting. When they saw that Maher might cut inside and shoot, they cheered.

"Cut in!"

“Hit!”

"Come on, kid!"

"He has this kick!"

They pumped their fists and shouted in Maher's direction, encouraging the young man they had been waiting for for so long.

Maher was moving at high speed at the moment, so he couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but he could see their body movements and eager eyes.

"bang bang bang"

He dribbled the ball horizontally all the way, using his excellent rhythm and explosive start to leave Ryan Taylor, who came to replace him, behind him.

Seeing that there was a large gap in the goal for him, his eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath and held his breath, he knew that the opportunity had come!
"Hit!" Van Persie pointed to the empty space behind Ryan Taylor, ready to cut in diagonally and ask Maher for the ball.

"Bang!!"

Maher did not respond to him. He moved the ball to the right, and his right foot chopped the ball under his feet with the inward-curled side like a scimitar, and wrapped the football and pulled it up.

He found an opportunity to shoot!
Naturally, I have to give it a try myself!
His eyes followed the flight path of the football and saw the Newcastle United defender looking back at the net, and saw Van Persie spreading his hands helplessly after not receiving the pass.

I saw Newcastle goalkeeper Krul diving for the ball, and his hands were just inches away from the ball.

"Swish!" The football rolled into the side of the net beautifully and then slid all the way to the inside of the net in an arc.

In!

He scored his first Premier League goal!!

"Yeah!!" Behind the net, the area where thousands of Arsenal fans were sitting was suddenly filled with jubilation. Countless hands were waving in the air, and hats, scarves and other things were thrown into the sky.

Ahead!
Their young player Maher, who they had high hopes for, scored the first goal!
"Oh!" Maher's brain suddenly became filled with blood, and a surge of blood suddenly rushed into his body, causing his vocal cords to vibrate involuntarily and he let out a cry.

He ran towards the Arsenal fan area, stretched out his left arm and high-fived some Arsenal fans who were closer.

Looking at those ecstatic faces, he smiled from the bottom of his heart. When he arrived at the corner flag area, he couldn't help but jump up and kick the corner flagpole.

First Premier League goal!

Arsenal's first goal in the match!
Starting from this goal, he will start his scoring career for Arsenal!
"Oh!" Van Persie was the first to come over with his head in his hands. He had just spread his hands and complained that Maher did not pass the ball to him, but who would have thought that Maher actually scored the ball by himself.

"What a gorgeous one-man show!" He jumped high, jumped onto Maher's back, and greeted the Arsenal fans in the stands with a smile.

The other teammates arrived soon. Gervinho tried to jump towards the two men, but they both dodged him. He was a little embarrassed and pretended to run towards the corner flagpole and slapped the flag.

"Pagani is on fire!" Sagna came at this time, and he quoted the words from "Mael's Song" and praised the goal.

The god of death Ramsey soon followed, and his blessing was simple: "I didn't expect your first Premier League goal to come so quickly! Congratulations!"

"It's just the beginning!" Maher smiled and stretched out his hands to high-five them one by one. The climax had not yet dissipated, and he finally scored a goal in the top league.

He wants to make all the goal celebrations from his Premier League career into stickers and hang them on a photo wall at home!
When one day a whole wall is covered with these paintings, it will mean that he has truly become a superstar!

"It's a goal!" Zhan Jun's hoarse but high-pitched excited voice rang out in the broadcast room: "Mael's world-class shot! This is his first Premier League goal! And it was a shot from the wing!
"This is a goal from a top winger! Maher scored his first goal for Arsenal in the 11-12 season!
"Doesn't he need an adaptation period? With this kind of performance, how can it be like the Premier League needs to adapt to him?"

Zhan Jun laughed hoarsely. It was a pity that no one could answer his question. He currently did not have a commentary partner.

"Yeah!!"

On the sidelines, Wenger, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, saw the ball go into the net. He raised his arms high, turned around and laughed towards the coach's seat.

Wonderful goal!
Amazing Mahel!

They are easily leading away from home!
Philip and other assistants quickly rushed up, surrounded him, and hugged each other in groups of three or five.

“A new era has arrived!”

Philip saw the team's future in the new season and couldn't help boasting: "We have a new sharpshooter, he will continue to be amazing!"

"I'm sure!" Wenger answered simply. He tried to close his mouth several times, but it opened again with a bright smile and he couldn't close it at all.

When celebrating to this point, he remembered something and looked at Alan Paddu in the opposing coaching booth.

The opponent pinched his chin with his right hand in surprise, standing there motionless, still trying to cushion the disappointment of losing the ball.

“Ohhhh!”

Wenger imitated Alan Pardew's three-hit combo and fired the first two strikes in the direction of Alan Pardew, causing the opponent to subconsciously turn his head and look at him.

"Yeah!" Wenger made the final blow, which seemed to hit Alan Padew in the face who had just turned around, making the latter's face turn black instantly.

He is not one to be reserved when it comes to celebrating, and in fact, no one can remain calm in the heated atmosphere of the stadium.

When you put yourself into everything here, even the smallest details may cause fluctuations in your heart, and even the simplest actions may intensify your emotions!
What's more, when the young player you have high hopes for scores his first goal in his club career and his first goal in the top league!

Provocation?
I'm just taking advantage of this opportunity to return it to you!

"Get hit!" Alan Paddu was unwilling at this moment and rushed to the fourth official to report Wenger.

The fourth official acted as the mediator between the two and walked towards Wenger to negotiate, hoping that he would pay attention to his actions.

"I'll pay attention." Wenger waved his hand with a very serious attitude, giving the other party the feeling of hitting cotton.

On the field, after the celebration, Maher ran towards his own half. He looked at the Newcastle extreme fans on the left, put his right index finger to his mouth, and made a closed-mouth celebration gesture.

Encouraging someone to kick his legs?

Then I'll hit you back with a goal!

"Ah, hush, hush!" A burst of boos quickly rang out in the stadium and gradually increased until it covered the entire stadium. Many Newcastle United fans pointed at his back and cursed him, their emotions very excited.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Fuck him!"

"How can you be so arrogant, kid? What does he mean?"

"Teach him a lesson!"

After Maher returned to his position, he could clearly see fans on the left standing up and pointing at him and cursing, and he could hear it very clearly as well.

He was not angry this time because he returned here as a winner!
No matter how much the opposing team's extreme fans shout, it will only increase his excitement and make him more eager to slam the ball into the opponent's net!
ps: There are at least two more chapters in the afternoon. The writing of the last warm-up match was not very good. I apologize to everyone and will strive to do better in the future.

Updated monthly.

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