Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 162: Bulldozer-like violent goal! Heart-to-heart between Abramovich and Mendes! Acrobatic goal!!
“In the second half, we need to focus on the left side.”

In the locker room, Wenger stood in front of the tactical board and moved all the pieces to the left. It was obvious that he was going to find a way to help Mahel.

"During positional attack, everyone moves towards the left first to ensure the compactness of the lineup.

"Then there's Ramsey, you have to switch positions with Maher frequently to create confusion in the other side's area where there are three defenders and two defenders.

"You can go to the left wing and Maher can always drop back to the left midfield position to receive the ball. With his positioning and awareness, I am sure this will increase his number of possessions."

Maher looked at the tactical board and nodded slightly. Retreating from a densely defended area to receive the ball is a timeless means of increasing ball possession.

He has used similar tactics many times this season, but this is the first time he has switched positions with his midfield teammates to receive the ball.

His degree of freedom has increased a bit, which can give him more room to display his various abilities. And he doesn't have to worry about retreating to reduce the threat, he can decide for himself whether to change positions to receive the ball.

He rushes forward during counterattacks, but once the situation enters a seesaw battle in positional offense, he retreats to get the ball first and then look for opportunities.

Ramsey will support him, and as long as he retreats, the opponent will give up position and rush to his left.

“Arteta.”

Wenger is still making arrangements to ensure the stability of the lineup. "When Mahel retreats, you must get close to him, and Alexander Song must also protect him from behind to prevent losing the ball.

"Walcott on the other side will retreat to Arteta's position, which is equivalent to turning the entire formation half a circle towards the left side, but making the left side more flexible. Do you understand?"

This is a relatively conventional arrangement, but it also shows Wenger's intention that he wants to focus on the left side, even at the cost of giving up the threat of Walcott.

There is no other way. If you want to create a threat, you have to make some risky attempts.

At this time, no matter how capable Maher is, he may lose the ball more often.

Losing the ball in the midfield is much more dangerous than losing it on the left side.

In order to allow Mahel to display his offensive talent more fearlessly, Wenger chose to slightly adjust the entire 4-3-3 formation so that all defensive midfielders could provide protection for him.

The core of the organization!

Even the core of the offense!
Many people saw Maher's expression change. This was the first time Wenger made such a drastic change.

"Now, the entire left half of the court belongs to you."

Before the second half, Ramsey put his arm around Maher's shoulder and said with a smile: "Do you feel like you have reached a new level?"

"Kind of."

Maher raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "But it's not the end yet. When the entire front court belongs to me, then I will really succeed."

“Haha.” Ramsey laughed and shook his head, “Why don’t you expect the entire football field to be your stage?”

Maher glanced at him and smiled, "Good suggestion. I think it's feasible."

In the team owner's box, Abramovich opened another bottle of wine and called his female assistant in to drink with him.

"I said it wouldn't be a draw."

He still has confidence in his team and said with a smile: "Boas assured me that he has studied Arsenal's defense and is sure to score more than three goals."

"There's still one half left." Mendes reminded him not to be too optimistic. He had also drunk a lot of wine and was a little drunk. "Mael is holding back and hasn't shown his full potential yet. Trust him."

Abramovich laughed twice and said, "What kind of player do you think he is?"

Mendes frowned and thought seriously, "Hmm, extraordinary player? Haha, it seems a bit vague. In fact, I haven't thought about this question for a long time.

"The speed at which he's grown and what he's done this season, and that's been the case throughout his football career, has never given anyone time to react.

"Sometimes you're still wondering what's going to happen to him, but he's already moving forward, and moving very fast."

Abramovich smiled and asked, "Compared to Cristiano?"

"It's hard to say." Mendes was in a dilemma. He took a sip of foreign wine and said: "If you ask me who I would choose right now, I would choose Cristiano without hesitation.

"But if it's Mahel at 18 and Cristiano at 18, I'll choose Mahel.

"I haven't told him this yet. I think he is definitely better than Cristiano at 18, and the gap is enough to even erase the affair I had with Cristiano."

At this point, he also asked back: "What about you? Can you tell me what the shocking contract you originally prepared for him was like?"

The two slightly drunk middle-aged men briefly put aside their stance issues and had a heart-to-heart talk about the same player they admired.

"You know."

Abramovich picked up his glass, clinked it with Mendes's, and then said, "Everyone understands my pursuit of him. I was the first one to offer 2000 million, 3000 million, and 4000 million euros.

"No one else was so generous as to offer three consecutive prices that broke the Transfermarkt price at the time.

"If you ask me now, I would be willing to offer 6000 million euros for him. I would definitely do so if I had the chance."

He took a sip of foreign wine to moisten his throat, and then said: "Do you know Tevez? Manchester City signed him last year and offered him the highest salary in Premier League history."

"32 pounds." Mendes smiled. He certainly understood. "This is the first Premier League player to earn one million pounds a month."

Abramovich pointed at Mendes with his finger, put down his glass and said seriously: "I am willing to give Maher this price, and there will be extremely generous bonus clauses in addition."

Mendes scratched his beard, pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows and nodded, "About 18 pounds after tax. In fact, Maher's current weekly income is about this amount."

Abramovich was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that the player's data was very good and he should get a lot of bonus.

"but"

"Okay." Mendes waved his hand again and pointed to the court. "The game has started. I know your definition of his value. The rest is self-evident. The players are still fighting for immortality."

"Ha ha.!"

Abramovich was not a stubborn person, he nodded and looked towards the court, "But I still have to say, it's too difficult, too difficult, too difficult.

"It's like I picked up a player from Germany or somewhere and told you he would score the winning goal and lead Chelsea to another Champions League title."

“But it’s not impossible.”

"Beep!"

After the second half of the game started, I thought that this would be the last 45 minutes of the game, and whether October could win the game depended on these last 10 minutes.

The Arsenal players had fighting spirit on their faces and their desire for goals reached its peak.

In the 47th minute of the game, Maher found an opportunity to return to Ramsey's position for the first time and he broke away from Ivanovic's close defense.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Ramsey cooperated with him very well, turned around and rushed towards his position.

"Oh!"

A very comfortable receiving area has been formed. Arteta, who has the ball, has a strong passing ability and knocks the ball over in the next moment.

When Maher stopped the ball, he turned around to face the direction of attack and shook off Ivanovic who was following him.

As he dribbled the ball forward, he looked left and right, and when he found that there was no particularly good opportunity to pass the ball, he dribbled towards Chelsea's goal.

Lampard rushed over from behind and tried to intercept him from behind, but Ivanovic slid and kicked directly.

"Bang bang!"

Maher moved the ball to the left and then to the middle, avoiding the sliding tackle and giving Lampard no chance to steal the ball.

I can't say how good his ball-handling ability is now, but he can still do this kind of move.

At least when dribbling the ball at high speed, he has extraordinary ability, so he won't stumble and lose the ball, nor will he be easily intercepted by the opponent.

Combined with his explosive acceleration ability and his body, it is really difficult to steal the ball under his feet.

"Bang!" After realizing that Lampard was catching up, he leaned to the right and pushed him away, continuing to dribble the ball forward.

"here!"

"Mael!"

Ramsey on the left and Van Persie in the middle both wanted the ball. Maher first passed the ball to Van Persie in front of him. The latter dribbled the ball and turned around, then turned his back when he found someone blocking him.

"suffer!"

Maher had already reached the left side of the penalty area top, calling for the ball, and Van Persie quickly knocked the ball across with his left foot.

Unexpectedly, Lampard was still following him and was about to rush up from behind.

Maher looked at the incoming ball, took a step forward and used his body to protect Lampard's interception route, making a move to stop the ball and move to the right.

Lampard's center of gravity shifted to the right. He followed the direction of Maher's body, hoping to wait for Maher to stop the ball so that he could slide and break the ball.

As a result, Maher did not stop the ball at all. After stepping on the ground with his right leg, he suddenly went to the left following the direction of the ball.

Feint!

"Ah" Lampard missed his shot, looked up and rolled his eyes, then turned the car around and chased to the left.

After Maher stopped the ball with his left foot, he slowly brought it to the penalty area line. Facing the defense of Bosingwa and Terry, the two of them took small steps with serious and nervous expressions.

“Bang!”

He suddenly dribbled the ball to the right, flicked his ankle and shot the ball between two people's bodies, and the ball flew to the far corner of the goal.

frequency!

As long as your footwork is fast enough, sometimes you can tear out some opportunities from a small space!
"Snap!" Cech flew out at the critical moment, instantly covering the entire goal like a spring and lifting the ball out of the bottom line.

"Ah!" The entire Stamford Bridge stadium was filled with exclamations, followed by applause for Cech.

Maher scratched his hair with a little regret, but he felt a little confident that the position change tactic was effective.

As long as he has the freedom, the level 4 decision-making will provide him with great positioning and offensive ideas, and he will definitely be able to create similar threats again!
"Ivanovich!"

On the defensive line, Chelsea defender Terry waved at Ivanovic anxiously, "Don't go to the ground, don't kick rashly, follow him!"

The aging captain of the Blues is now somewhat overwhelmed.

He had watched some of Maher's offensive highlights and knew that with his current physical condition, it would be a fantasy to defend this young prodigy.

Ivanovic lowered his head and waved his hands, as if he didn't care. He might have felt that his duty was to attack, and he did a good job in restricting Mahel in the first half.

Arsenal's subsequent corner kick was intercepted by Chelsea, who then launched a quick counterattack, pressing forward across the board into Arsenal's dangerous area.

In the crisis, Koscielny used a bold move to steal the ball from Torres, and the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed instantly!

"Clap clap clap!"

Amid the applause of Arsenal's travelling fans, he passed the ball to Alexander Song who was chasing back, and then pounded his chest in celebration.

"Back! Back!!"

Villas-Boas on the sidelines shouted nervously, and Chelsea quickly launched a full retreat. The sight of them rushing to the backcourt together was extremely spectacular.

Because Walcott appeared more in the midfield in the second half and was not conspicuous, their defense on the right was a little slack.

In an unnoticed corner, Arsenal's right-back, the famous singer Sagna, rushed up from the right and headed towards the penalty area.

"Oh!"

Alexander Song dribbled the ball a few steps and then made a long pass, with the ball landing very accurately.

Sagna shot the ball into the goal post with the arch of his foot without stopping in the penalty area, and the ball hit the net.

The ball went in!
Two to two!
The iron tree blooms!
"Oh!"

All Arsenal players rushed towards Sagna and knocked to the ground this teammate who often went a season without scoring a goal.

“Ding ding ding ding!”

Sagna pretended to hold a guitar, danced happily on the sidelines, and sang with a smile: "I have a friend! He is dangerous when he goes out of the country, and he is a devil when he goes forward! He always stands up when needed!"

Maher, Van Persie and others followed him and started dancing, imitating his dance moves.

Everyone is in a good mood and everyone sees the hope of winning all the games in October!

Let’s charge!

For the hope of revival!
"come on!!"

“We are the best!!”

Arsenal players cheered each other up and ran towards their own half together after celebrating.

No one can clearly explain what cohesion is and how to improve it. This is not something that Wenger can solve by reading a few books such as "If You Can't Lead a Team, You Will Only Work Your Way to Death" and "18 Challenges of Leadership".

But one thing is certain, if a team can keep winning and stay in an atmosphere of joy, it will gradually gain cohesion!
Few people would suddenly become dissatisfied and pick a fight with others when they are in a good mood.

On the sidelines, Boas was under pressure and he did not call for his own defense this time. The players could not be blamed for losing the ball during the transition between offense and defense.

But what should we do if this continues?
He had promised his boss solemnly before the game that he would win this important victory, turn the team around and make a push for the top spot in the standings.

Abramovich also waved his hand and promised everyone that if they won the game, he would give out a bonus of 300 million pounds for everyone to share.

Money is not the key, each person may get about 10 pounds. But the important thing is that if Abramovich can't even pay the money he "promised", and there is nowhere to spend money, the boss's anger can be imagined.

"How about strengthening our defense?" An assistant coach came up to him and gave him a suggestion.

"No."

Boas refused straightforwardly, saying: "Try to seize the transition and look for more goals. Overall, the team's defense was pretty good today."

"Ah?" The assistant coach thought he had heard it wrong. How could a team say that its defense was good after losing two goals?

“Mael didn’t score.”

Boas stated his own judgment criteria and added: "Arsenal is also a team with strong offense and weak defense. It is normal for them to score two goals. It would be better if we could score more."

In the 56th minute of the game, Chelsea pressed forward and then were quickly converted by Arsenal.

"Bang bang bang!"

After several consecutive kicks, Arteta passed the ball to Walcott with a long pass, who dribbled into the dangerous area and passed it to Van Persie.

This time, Maher did not retreat to receive the ball. He stood at the most advanced position on the left and accelerated forward towards the opponent's defense line.

Terry stared at him deliberately this time, and when he saw that he was about to move forward, he followed him to block his route.

After realizing that Van Persie had no intention of passing the ball, Maher stopped, re-exited the penalty area, and waited for the opportunity to speed up again.

"Clap!"

In the middle, Van Persie's two feet quickly touched the football, avoiding the pursuit and interception of Chelsea's midfield and backcourt players.

He saw Maher's forward run just now, but he didn't know how to pass the ball straight to him.

In fact, with his sophisticated technique, he can make any pass, whether it is a lob pass or a lob pass.

However, his creativity and imagination are mostly only displayed when he shoots. When passing the ball to his teammates, he is more concerned about his responsibilities, such as whether his teammates are comfortable receiving the ball and whether he can create opportunities.

"Pop."

He was still controlling the ball. Every extra second he carried the ball made his situation more difficult, and the circle of opposing players was shrinking.

"Hit!" At this moment, a shout came from his left side.

Van Persie knew that was Maher's voice, and he also knew that the opponent was reminding him to find a way to get the ball into the penalty area.

"Crack!"

After hesitating for a moment and finding that there was no other good way, Van Persie touched the bottom of the football with the outside of his left foot, and instantly exerted force to lift the ball, heading in the direction where the sound came from, giving a little lead time.

He didn't have time to look at Maher when he passed the ball, so he could only pass it based on his feeling.

After passing the ball, as the Chelsea players around him scattered back to chase Maher, he looked up in that direction.

"boom!"

It was not the sound of the football falling to the ground, but the sound of Maher knocking over Uncle Mata outside the penalty area. The latter's small body was somewhat vulnerable.

His pick-and-roll failed, and Maher rushed towards the football with unstoppable momentum.

"continue!"

Van Persie's heart beat violently. This ball depends on Maher.

In front of the penalty area, many Chelsea players looked at the referee with horror. After realizing that the referee had no intention of blowing the whistle, they gritted their teeth and rushed towards the place where the football fell with Maher.

Ivanovic came from the left and rushed towards Maher's left side with his eyes closed. He knew that he might be knocked to the ground by Maher, but he had to try to create some pressure.

"I am coming!"

Terry then rushed over from the center back position and hit Mahel from the right side.

The two of them sandwiched Mahel in the middle like dumplings. Everyone knew that Mahel could not be allowed to catch the ball easily at this time.

Maher looked at the two men rushing over, and he actually felt a little unsure as he looked at the falling football.

After all, Terry is still famous and should be strong in confrontation. Ivanovic can also be considered a defensive player.

"boom!"

The first impact came, Ivanovic hit him hard on the shoulder and waist. It was a very clean confrontation, and they did not dare to foul in the penalty area.

Mahel felt a force coming from the left, but it was not strong enough and Ivanovich did not shake his body. Instead, he was sucked by his body and could not move.

He could clearly feel the power coming from the opponent, and had enough strength to exert force to the left to throw him away!

Maher secretly exerted his strength and slowly moved to the left as if he was arm wrestling, without even slowing down his running speed.

Ivanovich instantly experienced the darkest moment of his life, and he fell down like a wooden stake. This was not a force that came all at once, but a force that continued to accumulate until it crushed him.

When he was about to fall to the ground, the force was instantly withdrawn and went to the right.

what is this?
80! 80! 80!

That’s enough, collect it!

"What monster?!"

On the sidelines, Boas looked at the chaotic penalty area and Terry, who was finally able to pose a threat to Maher, and couldn't help but sweat.

"boom!"

The confrontation between Maher and Terry soon occurred in the penalty area. Both of them carried the expectations of their respective fans, one was the forward offensive player and the other was the back defensive player.

"Yeah!" Arsenal fans then stood up and raised their arms.

Chelsea fans looked at the penalty area with dejected faces, confused and worried.

Terry's body bounced to the right, and Maher just staggered and continued to attack the football, creating a great opportunity!
Who is this person?
This was like a bulldozer, pushing all the way into Chelsea's penalty area.

"Fuck!" Villas-Boas on the sidelines complained with his hands waving, and looked at their goalkeeper Cech with great nervousness.

After the football landed and bounced back, Maher in the penalty area just came to the ball. He did not choose to stop the ball, but prepared to use a volley to end the opponent's goal.

"Bang!!"

There was a loud bang, and Maher raised his left foot and kicked the falling ball sharply towards the far corner of the goal.

The force of the football was so great that Cech didn't even have a chance to jump. His arms only moved once and then dropped them because he had already heard the sound of the ball going into the net behind his head.

"Wow!!" Stamford Bridge was filled with the roar of Arsenal fans. Tens of thousands of home fans either covered their faces with their jerseys or angrily threw the things in their hands onto the field.

Three to two!
Arsenal took the lead!

Exploding bodies, exploding goals!
Uncle Mata, who was the first to be knocked over, has already stood up and looked around in confusion at the other players and the Chelsea fans section which was in an uproar.

Ivanovich had just experienced the darkest moment of his life. He turned over and lay on the ground, unwilling to get up, with his head buried under his arms.

Captain Terry was standing next to Maher and watched the opponent volley the ball into the goal, but he was powerless to stop it.

It was as if he was back to the day when he lost a point in the rainy night in Moscow in 2008. He sat on the ground in frustration, staring at the ground in front of him without saying a word.

Can this ball be scored?

Cech, the helmeted man, took two steps forward, perhaps because of a nosebleed, and put a finger against his nose.

Seeing all of them like this, the entire Arsenal team seemed to be energized and ran towards Maher excitedly.

"You can get in here too?!"

Van Persie's thoughts at this time were actually no different from those of everyone at Chelsea. He knew how he passed the ball, but he never expected that he could get an assist in this way.

He can often truly experience the benefits of being Maher's teammate. Wouldn't his statistics increase rapidly and his value skyrocket?
"Six balls!"

Maher excitedly waved his arms and punched on the spot, then ran all the way to the camera on the side of the court, made a fist with one hand and counted out three fingers with the other hand towards the camera.

This is definitely the most violent goal he has scored since joining the Premier League!
He knocked down three defensive players in a row and volleyed the ball into the goal!
He thought of the famous heavy gunner Batistuta, and his machine gun celebration, and imitated him, laughing and shooting back and forth on the sidelines.

If Klinsmann of the German team is a bomber, then he and players like Batistuta are heavy tanks!
They all pose a deadly threat to the enemy team's goal and can bring a unique level of pressure!
After letting out the anger he felt for the unfair penalty, another extreme feeling of joy surged into his heart, making him unable to stop exercising for a moment!

This quickly caused dissatisfaction among Chelsea fans, and many people booed.

Maher turned around and hugged his teammates who came over, and waved to Wenger who was in amazement on the sidelines.

"Ha ha.!"

On the sidelines, Wenger raised his hands and clapped, and when he saw Maher gesturing at him, he smiled.

A very strong premonition came to his mind, he felt that the team would win this game and achieve a perfect record in October!

We must work harder. Wenger is well aware of the encouragement and morale that a full month of wins will bring to the team.

At one side, Villas-Boas knelt on the ground again, this time not in celebration but out of frustration. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked at the court in confusion.

This kind of goal can easily break the morale of a team.

Just a few moments ago, he confidently stated that the team's defense was good and Maher failed to score a goal.

But then Maher gave him a big reward that he was destined to remember for a long time.

And in the box area of ​​the stadium, in the owner's box.

Abramovich's face was red from drinking. He held a cigar between two fingers and covered his eyes while looking at the stadium.

Mendes leaned back, shook his head in regret and laughed, but made no sound. He knew that he shouldn't celebrate too wildly at this moment.

Suddenly, he recalled the time when he first signed the contract with Maher. At that time, Maher did not have such explosive physical confrontation and various comprehensive abilities.

Although his goal scoring efficiency in the Championship is very high, it is very single.

It hasn't been such a long time since then, but he has already grown into a player of this level!
That was more than just a correct signing. It was also a signing that changed his career path!

"Clap!"

After getting over the first wave of loss, Abu threw his cigar on the table and clapped his hands uncomfortably. When he got angry, he sometimes acted like a child.

In just over ten minutes, the score went from 2 to 1 to 2 to 3. Who could stand this?

Abramovich looked at Mendes, frowned and sighed: "I am sure I saw peak Drogba appear in that position."

"No no no."

Mendes waved his hands and smiled: "They both have their own strengths, but their impact and physical confrontation abilities are similar. Maher is a different type of player."

He also left half of his sentence unsaid, Mahel might become a player of another level, not Drogba, not Henry.

Even now, no one dares to say that he is better than these two and can reach higher heights than these two.

But Mendes has his own judgment and has the highest expectations for the players of his own agency. He feels that with the current momentum, everything is possible.

If someone insists on arguing with him, he will ask in return, with this kind of data and performance at this age, can you find a star player in football history who can match him?
Not to mention injuries!
No need to talk about major changes!

It all depends on his performance!

Mendes knew everything about Maher. He knew how the player demanded of himself on a daily basis and how much effort he put in to avoid these accidents.

It is possible for him to keep moving forward!
Abramovich slumped on the sofa, looking at the game with a look of despair on his face.

Mendes didn't say anything else. The two of them just kept staring at the court in silence, and time passed by minute by minute.

"Oh!"

In the 81st minute of the game, Maher retreated to receive the ball and then kicked it to Alexander Song, then he moved forward and ran towards the penalty area.

Alexander Song did not pass the ball immediately. From the perspective of the box, he was a little slow in handling the ball this time, but it seemed like he was deliberately delaying, waiting for something.

"Oh!"

Finally, when Maher entered the penalty area, his movements began to speed up, and he made a long pass to the right side of the penalty area.

He is waiting for Mahel!
This kid wants to get assists again!

The football whizzed into the penalty area. Maher was standing a little to the right of the center at this time, which was the open space he chose when he inserted himself from behind.

However, it was a bit regrettable that the ball was passed a little too far and went behind Maher's body.

It seemed that Terry, who was about to catch up with him, would clear the ball without any suspense.

At this moment, Maher suddenly twisted his body and turned backwards. This action often causes the player to lose balance while running.

But Maher didn't. Not only was his center of gravity very stable, but he also lifted his right leg while turning around, raising it to about the level of his head, and then hooked it back towards the incoming ball!
Like a Taekwondo back kick, he hooked the ball with a spin kick while running!
No one expected him to be able to complete the shot in this way, not even goalkeeper Cech. The football hit the net before anyone could react.

Enter again!
A juggling goal!
Four to two!
"Oh!" Mendes jumped up with his head in his hands, and the expression on his face changed from astonishment to intoxication, and from intoxication to ecstasy.

This time he couldn't help it!
What a wonderful goal!
Abu closed his eyes tightly and pounded the wooden table with his right fist, "Bang!"

His female assistant quietly retreated. If she didn't, she would most likely become Abu's punching bag.

　Sorry for the late update, I was hungry and had a meal
　　
　
(End of this chapter)