Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 164: Towards the limit of human level! Super world wave lore! I only believe my eyes!
As time enters November, there are two weeks of national team match days scheduled in this month, and the schedule of each top team fighting on four fronts is relatively tight.

They have to complete six games in 19 days, which means basically one game every three days.

Maher took advantage of his free time to practice extra on the training ground. He was now practicing level 3 skills, and the frequency of his upgrades was not as fast as before.

However, many skills are indeed slowly approaching the critical point for upgrading. Among them is the ball control ability that he values ​​most!
On the playing field, the football is constantly moving, either through passing or dribbling.

His passing ability is very good. As long as he practices ball control, he will have no problem controlling the football.

The defensive player wants to steal the ball from him?
Unless everything in the offensive and defensive scenario was against him at that time, the probability is relatively small.

“I protect the ball like Henry.”

Maher thought of the famous joke of Emperor Li Yi. After he got control of the ball, his ball protection was really like Henry.

And thanks to his better physique, he might be able to protect the ball better than Henry.

"Bang bang bang!"

On the training ground, he sweated profusely, moving the ball back and forth quickly with his feet, an action he repeated thousands of times every day.

Sometimes when he was bored, he would wonder, when his ball control and rhythm improved, how would his ability compare to peak Henry?
It should be very close. It doesn't mean that he is weaker than Henry, it's just describing how similar the two people are.

Henry's weakness was the same as it is now, he couldn't head the ball, but other aspects were perfect.

His overall shooting ability should be better than his, but he is also slightly better than the Great in many aspects.

Henry's level at 18?
Maher smiled faintly, this was truly an amazing achievement.

After finishing the day's training, he wore sunglasses and drove the Ferrari home with Jose. He glanced at his proficiency progress before getting in the car.

[Skill: Volley lv3]

[Proficiency: (464/800)]

[Skill: Outstep Arc Level 3]

[Proficiency: (430/800)]

[Skill: Ball Control lv3]

[Proficiency: (1906/2000)]

[Skill: Endurance lv3]

[Proficiency: (1646/2000)]

[Skill: Rhythm lv3]

[Proficiency: (1142/1500)]

"almost."

Maher took a deep breath. He was looking forward to the day when his ball control and rhythm would both improve. That would definitely be another great improvement in his overall abilities.

He also thought about his future improvement plans. Remembering that he already had so many level 4 skills, he wondered whether he should pick one of them and upgrade it to level 5 to see the effect?

This is a new realm that he has been dreaming of for a long time, but he has never set foot in it until now.

It's time to move towards the true limits of human beings!

That would be a whole new level!

No one can find a counterpart in reality. This is a new realm that belongs only to Maher. Others would be considered top-notch if they can be somewhat similar.

He knew long ago that such ability was essential if he wanted to blaze a new and unprecedented football trail.

One is not enough, three are not enough, he must always strive to be omnipotent, the ultimate omnipotence!

If he had such a good opportunity, but was only satisfied with breaking records in the Championship, being a top player in the Premier League, or even only being satisfied with reaching the level of the two greatest players in the future, then all his efforts would be in vain.

What he pursues is uniqueness!
"Try it!"

Maher made a decision and began to think about which level 4 skill to practice first.

The first thing he could confirm was that he had to start with technical skills. A proficiency of 2000 would allow him to develop level 5 skills faster.

Even though lv5 physical skills may be much stronger than lv5 technical skills, a proficiency of 5000 is a bit too discouraging.

Start with the technical type first, and once you get a taste of the sweetness, then work on speed and strength, and of course, extreme coordination.

"and many more."

Maher suddenly thought of a question. If all his physical skills reached level 5 and all his stats were maxed out, then he would be able to perform at the top level in sports such as rugby, right?
A faint smile appeared on his lips. This was a rather wonderful discovery and fantasy. The reality might not be that simple.

He collected his thoughts and began to think, if he were to practice technical abilities first, where should he start?
Compared to passing ability, he definitely prefers the shooting ability that can score goals.

The level 4 shooting he now has includes the dribbling shot and the long shot. From the efficiency point of view, the dribbling shot seems to be better than the long shot.

There are definitely more lob shots on the field than long shots.

But this increase is not enough to obliterate his feelings for the first skill of long-range shooting and his pursuit of the ultimate violent aesthetics!

The long shot is undoubtedly the cooler one and the more shocking one!
He still wanted to start with long-range shooting, and after practicing it to level 5, he would switch to practicing lob shots, and then maybe practice some other level 4 skills.

"Once you have the ball control and rhythm, practice long shots first."

Maher chose the first level 5 skill, which is of great significance to him.

Thinking that it might reach level 5 this season, he smiled with satisfaction. From level 1 to level 5, long shots have always been with him and witnessed his football journey.

He always said that he cherishes his feathers. If each skill is a feather, then "Long Shot" must be his favorite.

Even though there are more and more colorful feathers around it and it has gradually lost the conspicuous feeling it once had, it still gives people the feeling of a wife.

"Snapped!"

Maher slapped himself. What a mess he was thinking. Was he obsessed with practicing his skills?

People still need to relax more often, otherwise they will easily go crazy.

He changed his mind and thought about other things. While practicing long-range shooting, if other skills were removed from the training column due to upgrades, he would add heading ability and fancy dribbling ability.

Heading is a way to make up for the weakness, which goes without saying. As for fancy dribbling, this is a skill that is trained to complement ball control, and it is something he had thought of a long time ago.

In the future, as your abilities improve, you also have to consider your elegance. You can't always be a muscular guy.

He wants to be a cool guy, to look handsome and to show off!
By then, I don’t know if it will be - a football elf, but a muscular monster.

Maher couldn't help but purse his lips and hold back his laughter. He couldn't imagine what the scene would be like.

Jose, who was sitting in the passenger seat, watched Maher entertain himself all the time, and while feeling that he had a rich spiritual world, he asked: "Combined with what Deschamps said at the end of the last press conference, do you think he will take office quickly?"

“Haha.” Maher found that scene funny, but shook his head and said, “Not necessarily. I don’t know him very well.”

"What about Blanco?"

Jose still values ​​Maher's national team career very much. He always thinks this is an important arena. "You talk to him often. Will he invite you this month?"

“I think this is possible.”

Maher nodded slightly and guessed, "If he is about to leave, the French Football Association should give him a death order, asking him to recruit me as soon as possible at the end of his term so that I can get familiar with the team."

Jose nodded, looked straight ahead, paused for a moment and said, "Sometimes it's strange to think about it. Do you know that those of us who stay by your side feel more disconnected than others?

"The gap that others feel towards you is at most between '18' years old and 'top level strength'.

"Have you ever thought that we not only have this sense of separation, but also have an extra side in your life and training than others?"

Maher looked at the car cutting in front of him, honked the horn a few times, and then laughed, "Training is about improving speed? Then what am I like in life?"

Jose didn't turn his head and hesitated for a long time without speaking, as if he was not sure how to start.

"I can't tell." Maher laughed and teased him, saying, "I think I'm pretty normal in life, nothing special."

"No." Jose thought it over, turned his head and looked at Maher and said, "Sometimes, you will show a very lonely side, which I have never seen in anyone.

"Not to mention, seeing it from a star who is not even 20 years old yet has already become famous in European football."

Maher's heart suddenly trembled, but he laughed dryly and said, "Why can't I feel it myself? José, sometimes I don't like to talk, but it doesn't mean I'm lonely."

José shook his head and gave an example: "Loneliness is not about not talking, staring out the window alone, or being a maverick.

"You are not like that. On the contrary, you like to talk a lot. Sometimes you would make small talk with us. You are afraid that the atmosphere will suddenly become dull. Maybe this is why people complain that your jokes are sometimes awkward?
“Have you ever thought that you are afraid to be alone and you never go upstairs except to sleep.

"Or, why did you insist in the beginning that the physiotherapists and coaches all live in your house? And your former friend Gilbert?"

Maher kept driving with his eyes straight ahead, but he forgot to step on the accelerator, causing the car to slowly slow down.

"Is your concentration just due to your self-discipline?" Jose became more and more excited as he spoke, as people sometimes do when chatting. "Maybe there is a second reason, that is, you can't stop."

He emphasized the phrase "can't stop", as if to emphasize that what he said was not just the surface meaning.

"Okay." Maher looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't be a philosopher anymore. Just be a technical coach. I really need you."

"Go to some parties."

Without stopping, José finally suggested: "Or find someone to sleep with in bed. That would be real companionship."

On November 11, just four days after the last game, the second round of the Champions League arrived.

A new season begins and Arsenal plays at home against Marseille, the opponent who suffered a tragedy some time ago.

As the team has accumulated 3 points after 9 rounds, 5 points ahead of Marseille, which is in second place in the group, Wenger rotated nearly half of the players in this game. I wonder if he also considered the face of his old friend Deschamps.

Maher sat on the bench and watched the game. He sighed with Van Persie: "Mertesacker is in great shape. He is rarely rotated."

"Yes." Van Persie also nodded and smiled: "Position and playing style are also a factor."

Maher just happened to see Mertesacker clear the ball to resolve the crisis, and said: "With him here, it won't be easy for Marseille to win this game easily."

As he expected, after a relatively stable half, the two sides entered the halftime break with a score of zero to zero.

Deschamps was still angry, and the sound of his roar in the locker room even reached the Arsenal locker room. Wenger had no choice but to close the locker room door.

Maher listened to the voice over there and felt doubtful in his heart. The two coaches he met in succession were both of relatively gentle personalities.

If I work with Deschamps in the future, maybe it will be a different experience.

But he is not worried. With his current ability, he may not be able to make stable contributions, but at least he can meet the requirements of every coach.

No matter where he stands, he will not show any weakness and will not have a disastrous performance.

"Beep!"

Soon after, the second half of the game started. Except for a few waves of attacks by both teams at the beginning, the rest of the game became boring again.

Van Persie yawned out of boredom and asked, "Have you seen the schedule for this month? Three Premier League games, two Champions League games, and one League Cup quarter-final."

"I know."

Maher has looked at the schedule and he cares about this very much. You always have to know what kind of road you are on and what kind of difficulties you may encounter.

"Are you pursuing an unbeaten record in the Premier League?" Van Persie turned around and asked about the goal. "This month's opponents, West Bromwich Albion, Norwich City and Fulham, are not difficult opponents."

Maher looked at him with a smile and said, "Shouldn't we aim for a complete victory in this race?"

“Haha.” Van Persie has been in the Premier League for a long time and seems to understand the difficulty of the Premier League better. He shook his head and said, “That’s difficult, but with the successful attempt last month, I will fight with you.”

"it is good."

Maher nodded and briefly thought about the other matches of this month. In addition to these three Premier League games, their opponents in the Champions League are Marseille and Dortmund. In the Carabao Cup, they drew Manchester City this round.

In his mind, the Carabao Cup quarter-finals are as important as the Premier League and the Champions League, or even more important.

Because it's really close to the championship.

From now on, the Premier League title is undoubtedly still a long way off, and the Champions League is more like another world.

But the Carabao Cup is different. If they beat Manchester City and reach the semi-finals, they will be just one step away from the final championship battle.

All in all, there are only 3 games left to win the League Cup trophy!
Maher really wants to make a breakthrough. He currently only has a trophy from the second-tier league and has never touched a trophy from a top domestic tournament.

"Van Persie!"

In the 62nd minute of the game, Wenger waved and called Van Persie, asking him to warm up and prepare to go on the field.

It seems that Marseille has not been able to score a goal for a long time, and he is kind of eager to pursue victory.

Van Persie came on in the 65th minute, and the next to get up and warm up was Rosicky, who came on in the 70th minute.

In the 78th minute of the game, Wenger turned his eyes to Maher's position, hesitated for a moment, and waved to Maher.

"coming!"

Maher smiled, stood up from the bench and ran to the warm-up area beside the court to warm up.

"Oh!" There was a loud cheer in the Emirates Stadium, and many people had expectations for Maher.

No matter how Wenger arranges the schedule, they have spent money and time to come here, and they must want to see goals, see victory, and see a wonderful game!

The successive substitutions during this period have undoubtedly given them hope of achieving these goals!

Especially Maher, he was in extremely hot form last month. His appearance may change the team's offensive situation.

On the other side, in front of the Marseille coaching bench, Deschamps saw Mahel stand up and prepare to go on the field, and panic suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He came to the side of the court, called Azpilicueta on the same side, and told him: "Be careful of him, learn from the experience of the last game, remember?"

"Ok!"

Azpilicueta nodded firmly. After the last round, Maher's figure haunted him like a nightmare. He recalled the scenes that happened in the game countless times and felt unwilling.

At that time, he should have had a better choice, but he didn't make it in a hurry. This time, he will avenge his previous shame and eliminate his nightmare!
In the 81st minute of the game, Maher took off his substitute vest and came to the sidelines, and the fourth official raised the substitution card.

"Aahh!" The cheers in the stadium became more intense, and many players who were still on the field cast expectant glances at him.

On the other side, Deschamps and Azpilicueta were also staring at him, wondering what they were thinking.

"Snapped!"

Maher quickly high-fived Arshavin, who finally got a chance to play in the Champions League this season, but his performance was mediocre.

As he stepped onto the soft court and looked towards Marseille's goal, a strong desire to win rose in his eyes.

Zero to zero, what a good score.

Just one goal is enough to kill the suspense of the game and get 3 points!
"Bang bang bang!"

The ball rotated in Arsenal's backcourt, and Marseille increased the tempo of pressing in the final moments, also striving for victory.

In the 84th minute of the game, Vermaelen seized the opportunity and made a long and quick short pass to Rosicky in the attacking midfielder position.

"Wow!" This kind of pass from the central defender is also pleasing to the eye because he helps the team directly break through the opponent's midfield defense.

After Rosicky turned around, he passed the ball to Mahel on the left.

Maher then dribbled towards Azpilicueta, who stared warily at his feet.

"Snapped!"

After taking a few steps, Azpilicueta suddenly made an unexpected move and snatched the ball from under his feet, catching him off guard.

Maher was shocked. He didn't expect that the old man would play this trick. He turned around and chased after Azpilicueta.

"Oh!"

He didn't chase the ball, but he put a lot of pressure on Azpilicueta's dribbling, causing him to pass the ball to the Arsenal defender.

Maher waved his hand to apologize to his teammates and returned to his position.

"Clap, clap, clap!" He heard applause coming from behind him, coming from the Marseille coaching bench.

Turning around, I saw Deschamps clapping his hands, encouraging Azpilicueta's steal.

Mahel smiled and quickly attracted Deschamps' attention. The other also smiled at him, and the two made eye contact for the first time.

After this attack, Arsenal's backcourt began to pass the ball back and forth again.

They tried to attack forward several times, but when they failed, they stopped worrying and slowly looked for opportunities through transfers.

"return!"

Deschamps didn't seem to want to press high at this time, and signaled all the players to return to their own half. He was going to start defending 1 point.

Taking away one Champions League point at Arsenal's home ground, the Emirates Stadium, is an acceptable result.

"Oh!"

In the 88th minute of the game, Vermaelen made another straight pass, which broke through the opponent's midfield line and found Arteta on the right.

This is the meaning of his presence on the field. Even though Arsenal’s offensive strength is very strong now and he is slowly losing to Koscielny and Mertesacker, as long as he plays, he can make an offensive contribution to the team.

After stopping the ball, Arteta passed it to Maher. At this time, Maher was the more trustworthy one.

"Bang bang bang!"

This time, Maher was very quick from stopping the ball to starting up, cutting towards the middle without giving Azpilicueta any chance. He instantly accelerated the pace in the left half of the field.

"Thump, thump!" But Azpilicueta reacted quickly, gritted his teeth and followed.

The player seemed to be in excellent physical condition, as he did not show any signs of fatigue during the 89-minute battle, but instead warmed up his body to its optimal condition.

In addition, the big defeat at Marseille's home ground last time made him learn from his mistakes and then became more courageous, and he burst out at his best level this round.

"Oh!"

Maher observed the situation in the middle and saw that Walcott intended to move forward to the flank, so he rubbed his right foot towards the bottom of the football, preparing to make an overhead pass.

"Crack!"

Azpilicueta was prepared for this and tackled the ball towards Maher's feet.

He first hooked Maher's feet and finally hooked the football, causing the football to fly along the sideline to the middle.

"boom!"

Maher rolled forward uncontrollably, and after falling to the ground, he quickly got up and saw the ball being cleared by the opponent's defender and then headed into the penalty area by Arteta.

He cast his eyes towards the referee and chased after him in dissatisfaction, "He hooked my foot first, why don't you blow the whistle? It ruined our offensive opportunities!"

The referee ignored him and ran towards where the football was.

Maher chased after him, his face showing anxiety, "We can't let him go just because he got a yellow card in the first half, right? Or did you not see clearly?"

Behind him, Azpilicueta had a hint of worry on his face. Although the game was about to end, if he was sent off with a card at this time, it would have a huge impact on the team.

The breath they have been holding on to may soon be blown away by the wind, and the opponent's attack will easily break through their defense line.

Deschamps kept staring at the referee, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had no intention of blowing the whistle.

"Oh!"

On the field, Marseille defender Diawara headed the ball out of the penalty area and the ball landed next to the referee.

Marseille midfielder Valbuena originally wanted to rush forward to clear the ball, but after seeing the referee, he hesitated for a moment, which made him miss the best opportunity.

"Snapped!"

With a look of dissatisfaction and anxiety on his face, Maher stopped the ball to the right side of his body. He had been running beside the referee, so he would naturally be the first to get the ball.

After taking a look at the opponent's goal, he suppressed his depression for the time being, swung his left arm, raised his right foot, gritted his teeth and kicked the football.

"Bang!!"

At the moment of exerting force, he kicked out all the emotions that had just existed in his heart. The football suddenly sank and then flew up with a violent force, hitting the near corner of the goal.

Marseille goalkeeper Mandanda was standing near the near corner. This was the goalkeeper's habit. Looking at the incoming ball, he quickly lowered his center of gravity and judged the landing point with his sharp eyes.

He slowly bent his legs. The muscle memory from years of training even allowed his body to react earlier than his brain. Before he could react to the landing point, his body was ready to pounce towards the near corner.

"Shh!"

But everything came to an abrupt stop, the football touched the blind spot of the goal first and was nailed into the net!

“Wow!!!”

The shouts of more than 50,000 Arsenal fans instantly spread throughout the stadium and spread to the outside of the stadium. At this moment, all the boredom that had accumulated throughout the game disappeared.

The ball went in!
One to zero!

Golden ball wins!

In this game, fans had expected to see a goal-scoring battle like the previous two games, and see Arsenal beat Marseille at home.

But the team disappointed them. Not only did they field a substitute lineup, but they also failed to play with any brilliance. When their expectations continued to drop and drop until they reached the lowest point.

A super world wave of the winning goal appeared!
It was like condensing all the goals in the goal battle together, hitting their hearts and bringing their emotions to the highest climax in a short period of time.

"Yeah!!"

On the court, Maher roared and rushed to the sidelines with a red face, then slid down passionately on his knees close to the ground. At this moment, he could no longer think of any elegant celebration and only wanted to slide freely.

Not blowing?

Then use a world-class goal to help the team win the game directly!
This was not what he had planned. Even he felt a little surprised, but so what? This was the result!!

At this moment, his hands turned into two guns again, and he fired in both directions with anger, hitting the referee and the opposing players one by one, "Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

"Ah!" Van Persie caught up as fast as he could, jumped onto Maher's back and knocked him to the sidelines.

"Vamos!"

"Come on!"

Walcott, Arteta and others on the other side also came over immediately. At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten what to say. They just shouted and celebrated wildly, blending into the fans in the stadium.

On the sidelines, Wenger was sitting on the bench chatting with Philip with a calm face. When he saw the football suddenly hit the net, his eyes suddenly widened.

“Hohoho!”

Immediately, he was the first to rush out of the coaching seat with his arms raised, his throat trembling as he let out a few shocking and even a little frightened cries.

He originally wanted to give up the game, but when he saw an opportunity in the end, he sent people to make a charge.

In the 89th minute, everyone thought the game would end smoothly, but Maher scored the winning goal with a powerful shot!
How would he describe this scene?
It can't be described, it can only be felt.

"Ha ha!"

Philip's reaction was more normal. He counted the points, "12 points! Even if we give up the last two games, we will most likely qualify as the first in the group!"

On the field, when the Marseille players saw the ball go into the net, the Arsenal players ran to the sidelines to celebrate.

They suddenly fell into an extremely lost mood, some of them even had the urge to vomit, and they kept their mouths shut and said nothing.

"suffer!"

Valbuena was sad for a moment, then he remembered that the referee had just blocked his forward route, so he ran to the referee and said, "You blocked my defensive line and helped the offense get a favorable opportunity!"

His shout caused many Marseille players to react, and they quickly rushed to the referee and surrounded him.

"Pig head!"

Deschamps on the sidelines also spread his hands to put pressure on the referee and even used swear words.

The referee immediately broke out in a sweat, and stood there at a loss, holding the whistle in one hand and scratching his head with the other.

This ball definitely cannot be called now. On the one hand, he may not have blocked the defensive player; on the other hand, he just made a controversial penalty against Arsenal.

Most importantly, this wonderful winning goal involving so many elements will surely become one of the classic goals of this Champions League.

Arsenal players had celebrated for so long. If he had been called off, he would have been nailed to the pillar of shame for the rest of his life and been repeatedly whipped by the fans.

"Beep!"

He then blew the whistle quietly, ran to Deschamps on the sidelines, and pulled out a red card, hoping to punish the other coach to put an end to the controversy. "Red card, leave the field, please go to the stands!"

"Pig!" Deschamps pointed at him and cursed him for the last time, then went up to the stands of the Emirates Stadium.

Unfortunately, he couldn't celebrate like Wenger did. Deschamps was so angry that his face turned red and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Not long after, as the game ended, a piercing pain swept through his heart again. It was just one goal away. Another point was lost.

"Mael."

He looked at the figure in the stadium who was clapping and thanking the fans, and the greed in his eyes reached its extreme, which was intertwined with his disappointment in the team, forming an extremely contrasting feeling.

It is no longer possible to say that we admire this player. Now we have a fanatical love and a mad pursuit of him.

A lot of times coaches are like this. If you let them coach a player directly, they won't feel it too strongly.

But if you let him be beaten by a player repeatedly as an opponent, he will definitely have extremely strong feelings and emotions.

After returning to the player tunnel, Deschamps made a phone call, "Did you watch the game? I knew you would. I want to take office this month, just before the next national team match.

“The Marseilles side is naturally left to you to negotiate. Do you still want me to go?
"I have only one request. I need absolute power and everything in this team must obey me. I also want to streamline the national team coaching organization and reduce the number of staff to about 15."

The other side was stunned for a long time, and then replied: "15 people. Have you considered that this means you have to give up one of the most important positions in modern football, such as technical and tactical analyst and data analyst?"

Deschamps smiled faintly, "I only believe in my eyes and pay attention to my feelings."

At the post-match press conference, Wenger and Van Persie sat here and accepted interviews from reporters.

When asked how to get along with Mahel, Van Persie thought for a long time before answering, "Generally speaking, football is a regular sport. There is a range for how many opportunities a team can create when facing what kind of opponent.

"For example, 5-10, 10-15, etc. The deviation is not very big, it will fluctuate up and down according to the players' conditions.

"At this time, the players standing on the front line need to share power. Whoever is in the key position most of the time will get more good opportunities and complete goals and assists.

"Many players who don't have any competition for positions don't have good relationships privately, and it's actually because of the distribution of ball possession on the court."

He raised his head and smiled sincerely, "But it seems that we and Maher will not have similar problems. He can give back the points taken away from the team's offensive line through his personal ability to a certain extent.

"Sometimes, he will give you a better chance. Only those who are familiar with him know how amazing he is."

Wenger looked at Van Persie and nodded slightly. He was very satisfied with the speech. There was certainly some humility in it, but it also made it clear that they would not have a conflict with Maher because of these things.

Noticing that the reporters seemed confused by Van Persie's long speech, he jokingly leaned over to Van Persie's microphone and said, "I must say I am very pleased."

"Haha." A burst of laughter broke out at the scene, and the atmosphere of the interview returned to a light and cheerful one.

It was not until the end, when someone asked about Nasri and Fabregas, that the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

"I have to show it."

Van Persie quickly expressed his loyalty: "If there is anyone who is loyal to Arsenal, it can only be me."

ps：日更2.5万，月更12.7万，目标54万+1.4万（1k月票加更*2）

(End of this chapter)