Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 153: Hot derby! Super heel kick! Wenger's heart is full of joy! [33] (Part )
"Beep!"

After the start of the second half, the situation became more and more tense, and the two teams fought fiercely in various areas of the court.

Everyone knows that this is a game that cannot be lost, and they carry the expectations of so many people!

Because of this, everyone's pressure increased as the game progressed. Players on both sides frequently made low-level mistakes.

This intensified the tense situation. Every low-level mistake was likely to result in a half-goal, and the intensity of the fight between the two sides rose to a higher level.

"Kill him!"

"Harder!"

"Don't let your mother know you're a coward!"

"Ha ha!"

Coupled with the constant commotion created by extreme fans of both sides on the sidelines, the players of both sides on the field all reached the critical point of explosion, and their movements gradually became bigger.

In the 52nd minute of the game, Kyle Walker moved out to the wing to mark Arteta in the middle.

Because he was a little excited, he rushed forward too hard and Arteta shook off the passing angle.

"boom!"

Noticing Maher in the open space on the wing, he could only knock Arteta down with one kick and use a foul to block a threatening attacking opportunity.

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle and took out the first yellow card of the game.

"Are you playing football?!"

Arteta stood up and walked over to Walker and argued with him, but the latter pushed him away.

Mael looked at the two of them with complicated eyes, and turned and left after seeing that they did not continue the confrontation.

He knew that this kind of foul action would become the main theme on the court from now on.

In the 60th minute of the game, Sagna pulled down the Welsh striker while defending Bale on the wing and also received a yellow card.

This was not the end. Just two minutes later, Ramsey's erroneous pass forced Arteta to use a tactical foul to stop Tottenham's fast break.

Tazi received another yellow card. He waved his hand at Ramsey in dissatisfaction. This yellow card was basically for Ramsey.

"Sorry." Ramsey waved at him anxiously, and his mood was a little off.

"Cheer up!"

Captain Van Persie clapped his hands to encourage his players. He saw the subtle changes among them and felt something was wrong. "Focus on the goal, okay? As long as we score one goal, everything will be fine."

Maher agrees with his words. Both sides now need a goal to reverse the negative situation. Whoever scores first will be able to stabilize the situation.

Of course, one goal is a bit too unsafe.

He hopes that the team can create 5-8 threatening attacking opportunities, then convert them into 3 excellent scoring opportunities and seize 2 of them.

After the 65th minute, Tottenham coach Redknapp stood on the sidelines, staring at the field with a nervous look on his face.

As an old coach, he maintained restraint and calmness for a long time. He did not bring the unpleasantness of the press conference to the court. He always calmly accepted the lead and being tied.

But now it’s different, the game is about to end and the most critical moment is coming.

At this time, no one could calm down. Redknapp turned his head and looked at Wenger opposite him, and found that the other party had the same expression as him.

These old rivals have a good understanding of each other. Let's see who will appear with a smile in the post-match press conference room.

"Boom."

In the 64th minute of the game, Modric received a pass from Kyle Walker in the middle, but he made a mistake in his first stop and stopped the ball.

However, his save was very good, as he first lifted the ball past Arteta and then used a fried meatball to shake off Alexander Song.

Agility has always been his characteristic. His explosiveness and physique are not good. If he doesn't have some footwork, it would be impossible for him to become the record signing in Tottenham's history.

"Oh!"

The next moment, he made a highly penetrating pass and the ball came to the right rib.

Right winger Defoe made a high-speed run, observed Bale's position at the back post, and then made a cross.

"This is a chance! Defoe's cross is in a good spot!

"Sagna failed to squeeze past Bale, who was facing an empty goal at the back post!

"Header! Oops! It hit the post! What bad luck!

"Bale, couldn't you have just aimed at the empty goal and scored? You had to chase the angle and waste a great chance to score! Fucking hell!"

After Bale's header, he looked dazed and stood there with lifeless eyes, as if he had forgotten where he was.

Even when the second penalty kick fell back into the penalty area, he did not fight for it, and Mertesacker cleared it out of the right sideline.

At the midfield line, Modric saw this scene and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, feeling frustrated.

"Oh!" Redknapp looked as if he had seen a ghost. He even wanted to shoot Bale. Young people are sometimes unstable.

On the sideline, Hector threw the ball, which was intercepted by Arsenal winger Walcott who came back from the same side.

Walcott couldn't stop after stealing the ball. He followed the ball all the way to his own baseline. When Hector grabbed the ball, he twisted his body and made a long pass to the other end.

"Oh!"

In order to exert force, he threw his body out, squeezing out the last bit of explosive power his body could exert when his center of gravity was unstable.

The football rose into the air and exploded towards the left side of Tottenham with great force, where Maher and Kyle Walker were pushing each other, both trying to gain control of the football.

"The ball was at a very high altitude and its trajectory was very erratic. This was a very difficult ball to get, and the two of them might have to compete for the header to solve the problem!
"Maher refused to give in and seemed to refuse to compete for the high ball. He blocked Kyle Walker and didn't want him to jump. Be careful of fouls!
"Does he want to take this ball?"

On the left side, Maher saw the football approaching and used all his strength to push Walker to the left, pushing him about half a step away.

Walker struggled to steady his body and found that he had lost the best opportunity to jump, but he was not in a hurry.

There should be a chance for a second rebound or even a second header. It is unlikely that Maher will directly pass the ball.
"Oh!"

Just as he thought of this, he saw Maher stretch his body, raise his right leg to the right, bend his knee and wait for the ball.

The football landed right on his heel. His heel shook slightly in the direction of attack, and the football fell to the ground with a "pop" and rolled towards Tottenham's backcourt.

Stopped!
Or stop and go!

It seemed as if Maher had anticipated this scene. The moment his right foot landed, he pushed off the ground and accelerated, chasing after the football.

"Boom!"

Kyle Walker immediately turned around with a flushed face and followed him, but if he started slowly, how could he easily catch up with Maher who had already increased to the fastest speed?

too suddenly!

Where does Maher get all these cool moves? Is he planning to practice five-star fancy moves if he continues like this?
Are you really going to dance on the court?

"Oh oh!" Redknapp, who was standing aside, suddenly rolled his eyes upwards. He was on the verge of exploding mentally. He wanted to use the Maxim heavy machine gun to shoot the person who wasted the opportunity.

Even though, that was his favorite general.

"Yeah!" The Arsenal fans in the stadium were filled with excitement. After seeing such elegant and graceful stoppage performances twice in a row, how could they still sit there calmly?

"What happened to him today?"

"Progress again!"

"Haha. Tottenham is in trouble!"

"Hide something? We have to look to Maher!" They shouted excitedly. The die-hard fans all understand football and know the difficulty and effect of such a cool operation.

"Oh my!" In the broadcasting room, Zhang Lu's voice was filled with more praise, "Another one! Walker found that he couldn't defend at all, like a ghost, he jumped up when he wasn't paying attention!

"Look at this ball, whether it is the judgment of the landing point or the grasp of the force and method of stopping the ball, it is close to perfect.

"The ball went just six or seven meters, but that's not a big distance. If it didn't go that far, Maher wouldn't have room to speed up.

"This is the 'one touch' that is often emphasized in the European football passing and controlling system! Players must learn to judge the situation on the field and stop the ball with the right direction and force at the moment of receiving the ball to break away from the opponent!

"Mael managed to escape from the hell level difficulty! This was a one-man show!"

Maher rushed along the football field, feeling the breeze across his face and into his ears.

He fell in love with this feeling, which gave him an intense sense of satisfaction.

Tired of anaerobic running?

I don’t feel tired at all!

He used to play football in a rough and simple manner, but now he can slowly learn some delicate skills and move towards being elegant and graceful.

No one doesn't want to play like this. Both are efficient, so it is not a difficult decision to choose Ronaldinho or Mbappe.

Practice ball control!
In the future, he can practice some fancy skills. He wants to use his strong body to play elegant football. Even though it sounds a bit incompatible, he believes he has a chance to achieve this goal.

"Bang bang."

Without thinking too much, he controlled the ball. The opponent's central defender Kabul had already come to defend. He was a player of average speed and could not pose any threat to him.

Taking advantage of the high speed at this moment, Maher didn't hesitate and dribbled the ball directly to the baseline.

Kabul hurriedly stretched out his foot, gave up the best opportunity to chase back and chose to make a last attempt, but unfortunately he lost!
He didn't touch the ball!
Maher easily reached the end line and, before the ball went out of bounds, he kicked a curve ball towards the middle.

There are many defensive players in the middle, so it would be unreasonable to go further inside. Sending a cross in such a dangerous area will definitely create a considerable threat.

At the back post, Alexander Song hesitated and saw that his angle was a little small, so he headed the ball to Ramsey in the inverted triangle position in the penalty area.

All eyes were on Ramsey, who stepped forward to meet the ball, bounced up and fired a very powerful volley with his right foot.

"Shh!"

No one saw the exact trajectory of the football, and the ball had already hit a blind spot.

In!

Two to one!

"Oh oh oh!" Redknapp completely collapsed. He first looked at Bale and then at Kyle Walker.

Hanging!

All hanged!

“Wow!!”

After the change of sides, Arsenal's fan area was right behind Tottenham's goal. Everyone saw the ball hitting the net very clearly and reacted instantly.

"Nice quick break!"

"Walcott passed the ball, Maher made a perfect stop and passed it to the opponent. Alexander Song passed the ball to Ramsey, who made the fatal strike!"

"what!"

Everyone went crazy. The little girl at the front of the ticket area jumped for joy again. She turned around to look for the other three people and soon saw David.

"Mael!" David's face turned red. He leaned forward and shouted Mahel's name loudly.

Judging from his sweaty face, he must be a little uncomfortable with this kind of occasion, but he is trying to overcome it and offset it with the emotional climax at the moment.

"Hmm!" Chloe waved at him. She smiled generously, stunning many Arsenal fans who were paying attention to her.

"Hi!" David soon saw Chloe and waved at her, "Are you happy?"

Chloe nodded heavily and gave a thumbs up in Maher's direction. As if she felt it was not clear enough, she pulled up the back of her jersey and pointed at the signature on it.

"Haha."

When David saw her appearance, he also laughed cheerfully. He remembered what the girl looked like a few days ago, and it seemed that she had become much more cheerful.

At one location on the sidelines, several commentators who compiled the post-match scores raised Ramsey's score by 1.5 points and Alexander Song's by 0.8 points.

When it was Maher's turn, they hesitated for a while and finally decided to change his original 8 points to 9.3 points.

"Another goal! Arsenal has reversed the score! Two to one!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun's signature roar rang out: "The long pass from Walcott launched the attack! He intercepted Hector's sideline ball and found Maher to make this attack!

"You must be punished for wasting chances, Tottenham should have been ahead but Bale's header hit the goal post!

"This painful experience will motivate Bale to improve his header skills and develop an iron head skill!"

"Congratulations to Arsenal, they have taken an absolute lead in this North London derby!"

On the sidelines, Wenger smiled happily again. He raised his right arm and clenched his fist, then shook his head in admiration and walked towards the coaching seat.

Like last time, he calmly walked through the celebrating crowd, sat in the coaching seat, picked up a notebook and started writing something on it.

He was writing very seriously, and it seemed as if something had suddenly inspired him to have a tactical idea, and he had to write it down right now.

Philip, who was not far away, didn't know why he didn't celebrate with everyone twice, so he ran over to check the situation. He curiously looked at the notebook in his hand, wanting to observe what he was writing.

Build new tactics around Maher?

Play more high balls?
Or create more space on the left?

Or should we allow Maher to have a more flexible range of movement and gradually move towards a free-style core style of play?
There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes. He desperately wanted to know whether what he was thinking after seeing this scene had anything in common with what the top coach was thinking.

Even if he is bad, he needs to know exactly what aspects are bad. This is related to the coach's level improvement.

It was not until he tiptoed closer that he could read the words on it: "My heartbeat paused for two seconds, as if I were weightless. The tension in my whole body was relaxed. I am so proud to be Maher's coach."

Philip thought he was hallucinating, so he moved closer and blinked a few times, but the result was the same.

Just as he got closer, this action scared Wenger so much that he turned around nervously and looked at him.

Wenger: “.”

Philip: “.”

He had a deep doubt: Is this a top coach?
You won't record any weird ideas or tactics at this moment, just feed yourself some chicken soup?
Philip watched Wenger pretending to be calm as he put away the little notebook, his face slightly red, but he did not dare to be careless and tried to guess the deeper meaning of it.

Is this the step that blocks his progress towards becoming a top coach? Should he bring a notebook with him next time?

His face was solemn, and he was thinking about this problem very seriously.

Far away in Japan, Hiroshima Sanfrecce head coach Moriyasu Hajime, who was watching the game, looked at his notebook full of tactical notes and smiled contentedly.

Seeing Wenger also recording something, he felt that he was really close to his idol.
"I will also bring my notebook to the next game and do everything to follow Wenger's lead."

He told his wife about this, and she immediately retorted, "I really have something to remember, what do you want to remember?"

"I don't know." Moriyasu was a little confused, but he still shook his head optimistically and said, "It's nothing, just write something random, like 'Mael is really stronger than I thought'."

His wife looked at him speechlessly, not knowing what to say, and just nodded.

ps: There are too many words in a single chapter, so it is divided into two chapters.

(End of this chapter)