Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 150: Upgraded ball control! Derby is coming! Fabregas' interview! "King!"

Time slowly enters into October, and the tranquil sunshine sprinkles lightly on the streets of London, making this city less impetuous.

Maher put aside other training tasks for the past few days and began to concentrate on practicing stopping the ball.

This skill is about to break through from level 3 to level 4, and he knows very well that this will be a major improvement.

He really wants to have a stronger combat capability before the next game against Tottenham. It is also an ability that can catch Tottenham by surprise!
After a huge improvement, each skill will often make a very high contribution in a short period of time.

This is easy to understand. With the gradual development of various streaming media and analysis software, every player has no secrets.

He is good at long shots, inward shots, long passes and crosses, ground passes, five-star reverse feet, and has a super strong body and speed.

This is the label of Maher's strengths now. If he still has weaknesses, it is that he lacks the ability to score goals with headers, his ability to break through is average, his agility is average, his creativity is weak, and his one-touch is average.

All teams will guard against his strengths and try to limit him from handling the ball using his weak points.

At this time, if you can suddenly enhance an ability, the opponent will most likely not be able to react.

For a player like him who possesses many top abilities, as long as the opponent is distracted for a moment, he can seize the opportunity to score the ball!

"nervous?"

During training, Jose passed the ball to him and asked: "Your first derby is the hot North London derby."

"Snapped!"

The moment Maher stopped the ball, he tried to dribble the ball to where he wanted it to go. After realizing that he failed to control the force, he shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not particularly nervous. You know, I'm usually excited about important games."

He returned to his position, waiting for Jose's next pass.

"Oh!"

Jose smiled and kicked the ball out, then asked, “I just checked the history of the feud between the two teams, which can be traced back to the early 20th century, and then evolved into a feud in 1919.

"The rebellion of George Graham further exacerbated the situation. He was a star player at Arsenal and became a successful manager after his retirement, only to leave Arsenal and take over at Tottenham.

"In 01, Tottenham captain Campbell moved to Arsenal on a free transfer, which was one of the main unpleasant events between the two sides in recent years.

"If there is one more thing to count, then Arsenal won the championship at White Hart Lane in 1971, and the 04 unbeaten season was also won at White Hart Lane. This evokes bad memories for Tottenham fans and their anxiety about the current situation."

After listening to his explanation, Maher knew that the other party wanted to ask him what he thought about the matter.

He stopped the ball and ran back, saying: "The grudges of the older generation have been buried in history. I only know that I play for Arsenal and I like this club that gave birth to many legends.

"So naturally I will consider Tottenham as my enemy and will try my best to beat them."

After a few more kicks, Maher felt a wonderful feeling in many parts of his body. A large amount of muscle memory poured into his body and mind, making him clear-headed.

"Snapped!"

When he stopped the ball the next time, he used the junction of his chest and shoulders to stop the ball steadily in the marking area he had already set up, and he felt as if he had suddenly been enlightened.

Stop the ball and upgrade!

[Skill: Perfect Single Touch lv4]

[Proficiency: (1/2000)]

[Effect: Day and night training will greatly improve your ball stopping ability. You will gradually find that you can stop the ball to the position you want in the first touch! ]

"Pretty!"

Jose at the far end exclaimed, "That was a good job this time. Try stopping the ball at sprint speed again."

"Bang!" As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the ball in front of Maher, giving Maher a lot of lead time to speed up.

Maher suppressed the excitement in his heart, moved his legs and ran forward, and at high speed, he used his right foot to kick the ball towards the middle, just about two meters away.

He turned around and caught up the next second, and just as the football hit the ground, he dribbled the ball a few steps forward, and this time the football landed safely on the ground.

Perfect touch!
"Bang!!"

"嘡啷!!"

He then shot the ball out with a powerful kick, and the football hit the crossbar with such force that the entire goalpost shook violently.

"Oh!" Jose held his head and said exaggeratedly, "It seems like I've made progress again?"

"It's not like that." Maher smiled and turned around: "I'm sure my ball-stopping skills have improved."

Now, he will have a stronger chance when facing Tottenham Hotspur at White Hart Lane!

On the morning of October 10, North London was shrouded in a hot atmosphere, and Arsenal fans and Tottenham fans who had been prepared could be seen everywhere on the streets.

They gathered together since the morning, drinking in the pub, visiting the fan supermarket, organizing cheering activities, etc.

"Wenger is a liar! He and the board of directors are in cahoots and have lost all of Arsenal's money!"

At noon, the cheering activity was already very hot. Tottenham fans in white raised their hands and gathered together to sing the team song mocking Arsenal, "You sell the captain every year! Every year it's worse than the last! We will trample you under our feet!
"Wenger! Liar! Van Persie! Idiot! Maher! A little piece of trash whose hair hasn't even grown out yet!"

Tottenham fans' hatred for Arsenal is definitely the strongest in the world. In their view, allowing Arsenal to achieve success on the field is the same humiliation as Tottenham being relegated to the Championship.

Countless of them would mention Arsenal in their prayers, hoping that the team would suffer misfortune.

"Rubbish! The worst team in England!"

Arsenal fan groups quickly joined in the cheering, chanting the club's anthem.

Although the team's performance in recent years has been average, they still have a sense of superiority from the inside out when facing Tottenham Hotspur.

This gives them confidence and expectation, and everyone hopes that the team can beat Tottenham in the derby.

"You are the dirtiest team! You have no faith and have never won a championship since the millennium. Get into the Champions League first!
"Redknapp stole Ancelotti's 09-10 season coach of the year award. Tottenham are robbers!"

It is difficult to say why they sang in such unison; perhaps they had discussed it in advance on social media and then organized themselves again in the pub.

It may also be that this melody has long been deeply rooted in everyone's mind. As long as they are accompanied by a few singable lyrics, even if they do not rhyme, they can quickly follow a rhythm and mock each other in unison.

"Shhh. Shhh!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, as fans of both teams lit up white and red smoke bombs and neon bombs, the scene gradually became heated, but also added a bit of chaos.

"Snapped!"

"Boom!"

"suffer!"

Small-scale conflicts broke out between extreme fans of the two teams at multiple locations, and soon some people were taken away in ambulances with bruised faces and noses, which further exacerbated the tension between the two sides.

Occasionally, some people would mix into the smoky crowd, wear the jerseys of the opposing team and attack the opposing fans with slaps and fists, but most of them would just throw a few punches secretly and then run away.

If you get caught, the consequences will be dire.

"Ul ul!" Police cars and motorcycle teams were quickly dispatched, and several mounted policemen on tall horses charged into the crowd, driving the fans of both sides apart, as if they were back to the day of the great victory at Orgreve.

Spain, Barcelona.

Fabregas invited the entire Barcelona team to a party at his home today, and also invited media reporters and a director to shoot a documentary to record his struggle to return to his mother team.

The Barcelona players in the camera have extraordinary temperament, elegance and joy. This is the peak period of the Dream Three Dynasty.

"After joining the team, you mostly came on as a substitute. Do you think Barcelona underestimated you?"

On the second floor, Fabregas was wearing a Barcelona jersey and accepting interviews from reporters, but this kind of question was obviously not what he wanted to hear.

There was a hint of evasion in his eyes, and after turning around and finding that there were no Barcelona players nearby, he replied: "No, I really like working with Guardiola and I like everything here.

"Every player needs an adaptation period, and I am currently in this stage. Don't forget that I already have 5 goals and 3 assists, and everything is getting better.

"I feel like I can achieve something important here, you know, we won two titles at the beginning of the season.

"Real Madrid lost to us in the Spanish Super Cup and Porto lost to us in the European Super Cup, but the team remained unbeaten in 11 games and scored 41 goals. The firepower is amazing."

After he finished speaking, the reporter nodded slightly and continued: "But I heard from authoritative media that Guardiola will leave Barcelona and go to the Premier League after the end of this season."

Fabregas' face flashed with impatience. He didn't want to face this kind of question, and quickly retorted: "No media is authoritative, and you are not either. Do you understand?"

He turned his head to the side and asked, "Can someone else ask questions?"

The documentary director looked at him, pursed his lips and shook his head. If Fabregas had this reaction, why didn't he say it before filming? He could have directed and acted the whole thing himself.

Fabregas suppressed his anger and turned around, sitting there feeling very uncomfortable.

He turned on the TV, tuned into the Premier League channel, and waited for an important match to begin.

"Arsenal will play against Tottenham at White Hart Lane today. It has been many months. Can you tell the truth about that day? Did Maher and Gilbert really beat you?"

After seeing the TV, the reporter shifted his attention to Arsenal, "Why didn't you fight back? Why didn't you run away?" Fabregas didn't say anything, he sat there staring at the reporter, ready to ask the documentary director to cut this segment out later.

"Gilbert has scored three goals and provided one assist in the Premier League this season and has performed very well."

The reporter continued to poke Fabregas in anger, “Not to mention Maher, the player called the new hope by Arsenal fans, has scored 2 goals and 10 assists in all fronts since February this season, with an amazing efficiency.

"Oh, by the way, you said you scored 5 goals and 3 assists this season. Maher has scored 5 goals and 3 assists for two consecutive months."

Fabregas finally couldn't stand it anymore and glared at the reporter and said: "What does that mean? He is a striker and I am a midfielder.

"He has more shooting rights and offensive focus, which I don't have. My goals and assists are earned by myself.

"Plus, the Premier League defenders were not familiar with him and everyone in the team fed him the ball. He was only arrogant for two months, and that will definitely not last long."

He knew that there were many irrational things in what he said, but few people could remain calm when facing a hostile person.

In most situations, as soon as you open your mouth you are slanderous and aggressive, even though you usually appear to be a gentle person.

"Haha." The reporter was amused, with a hint of speechlessness on his face. "By the same token, are the La Liga defenders not familiar with you?"

"enough!"

Fabregas stepped forward and grabbed the reporter's press card, frowned and asked: "Are you a reporter from the Spanish media?"

"Yes." The reporter nodded and said with a smile: "Please answer my question."

"I played very little." Fabregas made an excuse and said through gritted teeth: "In terms of time per ball, I am more efficient."

The reporter was not going to let him go yet, and picked out the flaws in his previous words and said, "And you said that he has more firing rights and offensive emphasis, but you don't, right?

"Does this represent your predicament in the Spanish league, something you don't want to face?
"It's strange, why would you give up Arsenal, who treat you like a treasure, and come to Barcelona, ​​who put you in a difficult situation?"

Fabregas' teeth were chattering, his body was shaking slightly, and his fists under the table were clenched together.

The reporter noticed this, stood up, put away the microphone and prepared to leave, but before leaving, he did not forget to make a final statement: "One last point, Fabregas, you should compare your performance when you were 18 years old with him.

"You have treated him as a player of the same level as you are now, which is inconsistent with the disregard you have shown for him before."

Fabregas suddenly got angry. He hated it when people mentioned this because it was what he feared the most. "But I have the championship! He has nothing! Do you understand?!

"He will have nothing at Arsenal, even if he is better than I was at 18!"

The reporter was startled and took two steps back before his press badge fell to the ground. When he reached out to pick it up, everyone saw the Arsenal jersey under his vest.

"Haha." Seeing that he was discovered, he laughed awkwardly and pointed at the TV and said, "By the way, I think Arsenal will win this game. Bye."

“Cut it off!”

"Cut them all off!"

"Oh!"

On this day, all the Barcelona players heard the sound of glass breaking upstairs.

Next to White Hart Lane, London.

Arsenal's bus slowly drove over, attracting siege from many Tottenham fans.

"Fake Squid!"

"Bichi!!"

"Mael, come down if you dare!!"

They threw rotten eggs, tomatoes and vegetable leaves at the car. Even the police tried to stop them, but they were unable to stop those who were taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble.

Maher sat in the car, looking at their appearance, and joked to Van Persie beside him: "More bacon, some meat, and hamburgers to replenish energy."

"Haha." Van Persie laughed twice, and looking at the eggs and tomatoes on the car window, he felt that it didn't affect his mood so much. Instead, it looked a little cute.

"Package."

Wenger came to Maher at this time, holding four tickets, "You also saw the situation outside, how about I ask the staff to give them?"

"It's okay." Maher glanced outside and said, "I'll go down to the fence. I promised them I would give it to them personally."

"Be careful." Wenger handed the ticket to Maher, secretly amazed. He didn't expect Maher to be so concerned about such things.

"Shit!"

"Bitch!"

Not long after, the bus slowly stopped at the fence, and Arsenal players quickly walked across the red carpet and into the stadium amid the insults.

"No father or mother's stuff!"

"Poor thing!"

"Do you need Grandpa's mercy?"

Maher is even more miserable, as his background gives these fans the opportunity to attack and mock him.

He gritted his teeth secretly, glared at the Tottenham fans, kept this in mind, and then walked to the corner of the fence.

He is now Mael, there is no doubt about that, and he can feel some anger and sadness rising in his heart, not knowing whether it is mourning for his life experience in this life, or thinking about his parents in his previous life.

But it doesn’t matter, the fragrance of plum blossoms coming from the bitter cold can’t defeat him, it will only make him stronger and have a more resilient character.

"He actually dared to come here?"

"What is he going to do?"

Many Tottenham fans saw Mahel walking towards the guardrail and immediately crowded over, looking at him in surprise, forgetting even to throw the eggs.

Maher quickly found the four fans, and their characteristics were still very obvious.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He walked forward, and amid the insults and the eager eyes of hundreds of Tottenham fans, he smiled the gentlest smile and hugged the little girl standing in the front.

The little girl's face was moved, but she couldn't express her emotions. She could clearly feel the pressure brought by Tottenham fans.

She was so anxious that she stammered and her eyes turned red. She just kept pointing at the gate leading to the stadium, motioning Maher to go in first.

"Come on in, Maher! I know what she wants to say, we will be your fans for life!"

The old man in the wheelchair expressed his friendship to Maher, and David and the little boy quickly nodded in agreement.

The little girl was still anxious. She came behind David, put the paper on his back, and wrote something quickly.

When she picked up the paper, Maher saw the words on it. They were very simple: "I will always love you. I wore the jersey with your message today. I hope they will stop bullying me. I hope I can celebrate your goal 'loudly'."

The little girl tugged at her jersey, crying with a smile on her face, and clenched her fist towards Maher, signaling him to cheer up.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Mael's heart, with feelings of softness, grief, sympathy, etc. intertwined together, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

"What's your name?" he walked forward and asked.

——"Chloe."

She wrote her name and placed it in front of Mahel.

Maher patted her shoulder. He knew the meaning of the name, budding and youth. It was a pity that the little girl's childhood and adolescence were not happy.

I hope he can bring them happiness on the court. He confirmed one thing in his heart and turned around to hug the other three.

"Come on! Maher!"

“You’re the best!”

"Win the derby for us!"

"Thank you for your package. If you need us to do anything for you, please contact us. Although we may not be able to help you."

Mahel nodded to comfort them, and before leaving, he saw Chloe writing something anxiously and waited.

——"King!"

Looking at the smile on her face, Maher's heart seemed to melt. He smiled gently and waved to her for the last time.

Then he walked towards today's battlefield.

Monthly update: 3.15, target: 54

(End of this chapter)