Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 180: A 70-meter run! Puskas candidate? Undefeated in the first half!

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In the Sheffield United coaching bench, Gary Speed ​​grimaced, not expecting that it was Maher who turned this complete defeat into a miserable defeat.

There is a big difference between 0-3 and 0-4, which will give people different feelings.

He shook his head and returned to the bench, took a sip of water, and stared at the field nervously, fearing that Arsenal would continue to pursue the goal in the final moments.

While drinking water, he saw Jolson biting his inner lip to hold back his laughter, his whole body trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions.

"It must be very uncomfortable to hold it in, right?"

Seeing his friend like this, Gary Speed ​​couldn’t help but sarcastically said, “If I had known earlier, you would have rested today and let the new fitness coach who came this season sit in your position.

"When you see a goal like this at home, you can celebrate without restraint."

"Tsk." Jolson rolled his eyes in disdain and retorted, "Isn't your face complicated too? Why don't you say we're both on vacation together and let the fitness coach lead the team directly to play against Arsenal?
"Besides, it's not like I don't have a sense of collective honor. I must feel bad after losing so many goals, but I just couldn't help it when I saw him."

Seeing that Gary Speed ​​was silent, Jolson pointed at Maher and said to ease the atmosphere: "It's not just me who feels uncomfortable, he feels uncomfortable too."

"Haha." Gary Speed ​​laughed twice with a bitter face. After seeing Mael's appearance, he felt much more balanced.

He cast his gaze towards the box at the stadium, wondering what boss McCabe would be thinking at this moment. Would he have complicated emotions as well?

"Gary Speed ​​the pig!"

In the box, McCabe was with his family. Seeing Gary Speed ​​looking over here from the sidelines, he couldn't help but said angrily, "What is he doing? How can he be beaten by four people?"

His wife was comforting him, and his two sons were staring at the court with serious faces, afraid that McCabe's anger would affect them.

Isabella's reaction was different from theirs. She was now happily swaying her head to the music in the house with a smile on her face.

It's a familiar feeling, everything is back. It's just that Mahel has changed from the God of Sheffield United to the God of Arsenal.

After she stayed in London, she seldom came back to watch the game, but today was an exception.

Looking at her father's expression, Isabella couldn't help but say, "It's already like this, don't worry about the score, just enjoy the football. Maher was one of us before."

McCabe looked at Isabella and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he said in frustration: "This is my team, just like my beloved child, how can I bear to see it being scored 4 goals.

"I can't appreciate Arsenal's beautiful attack, nor can I appreciate Maher's world wave. I just feel sad."

Isabella shrugged, stopped trying to persuade him, and turned her head to look at the court.

In fact, sometimes I think, how nice it would be if Maher was still one of them?
She can also sit here every week, celebrate with her family, and cheer for him together.

Unfortunately, he walked too fast and left Sheffield United behind in just two or three steps. Now he is no longer within the reach of a team like Sheffield United.

They only dare to dream of becoming a star like Arshavin, not like Maher.

"Oh!"

Down the field, Sheffield United got a corner kick opportunity in the frontcourt through a counterattack, which was their second corner kick of the game.

The game time is almost over. They must adjust their mentality, accept this crushing defeat, and seek opportunities to score goals to save face.

Januhans gave them a corner kick, the first point was cleared by Mertesacker, and the second point was taken by Lowton who followed up.

At this time, Maher also walked back to his own penalty area to see if there was anyone who needed his help.

After seeing Lowton miss the ball, he accelerated and rushed towards Lowton, but unfortunately the opponent passed the ball first.

He looked into the penalty area and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mertesacker had the positional advantage. There was no need to worry about the German defender's defensive ability.

"Oh!"

Mertesacker headed the ball out of the penalty area and the ball just fell near Maher.

Mael's eyes flashed, he turned around and looked around, and found himself surrounded by four people.

He looked for a way to pass the ball, but found that all routes were blocked by his opponents. He had no choice but to stop the ball and turn around, trying to get the ball away from the danger zone before looking for a pass.

"Bang bang bang!"

The outside of his right foot touched the ball quickly, gradually increasing his speed, and the opponent's encirclement quickly tightened.

Ok?
Maher suddenly realized that although there were many people in the encirclement, the only ones who could effectively defend him were a young midfielder in front of him and Januhans who was chasing after him.

The defense is weak!

You can try to break through them!

“Bang bang!!”

Maher began to speed up. He pushed the ground very hard with each step, taking the maximum stride and exerting all his strength.

Januhans next to him was having a hard time following. Now, as long as he passed the young midfielder in front of him, the opponent's midfield line would be broken!
Once the situation opens up, whether continuing to break through or passing the ball, it can create a good threat!

"The counterattack starts now!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun looked at the situation on the court and analyzed the current situation, "There are many defenders at Maher's position, but the players still speed up!

"Facing Taker's defense! Changing to the right, Taker kicked out, but not as fast as Maher's feet. Changing direction again! He's going to pass!"

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"Snapped!"

Near the center circle, Maher moved the ball to the right, broke through Tech's defense, and his legs once again burst out with powerful strength, charging forward at full speed.

He must ensure that his dribbling speed is faster than the speed of everyone chasing after him!

"Boom!"

Maher kicked the ground frantically, opened up the situation and looked left and right at his teammates. Looking at Van Persie who was running diagonally in front of him, he paused and wanted to pass the ball.

But the defender who was guarding against Percy seemed to have guessed his intention, and he was ready to move forward and grab the ball.

“Bang, bang!”

Maher put this fleeting thought aside and continued to charge forward with gritted teeth, with three opposing defenders still left in front of him.

This wave of rush has exceeded 30 meters. Do you want to continue rushing?
"Oh!"

Maher strengthened his belief with a big dribble, and this dribble also attracted his old Sheffield United teammate Lowton to quickly move forward, leaving his defensive position and trying to steal the ball in advance.

"Lorton!"

At the commentary booth, the Sky Sports commentator saw Maher speeding past and his tone became heated, "Maher is still faster, he approaches the ball as fast as a cheetah!
"Aaahh! He got through! He fought his way out of all the encirclements, and now only the last two center backs are left in front of him!"

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"Snapped!"

Before the center circle line, Maher defeated Lorton in the same way. He passed all the levels and seemed to be about to reach the finish line.

All thoughts of passing the ball were gone. Now, he just wanted to rush straight to the opponent's goal!
A dragon!

"Bang!" He dribbled the ball to the middle position between the opponent's two central defenders, then quickly stepped on the ground to chase the football, exerting force on his face.

"Wow! AaOh!"

At the scene, the screams of Arsenal fans resounded throughout the stadium. Wenger and other assistant coaches came to the sidelines and watched Maher's charge, with a gleam in their eyes.

On the other side, Sheffield United fans watched the scene in unusual silence, seeing their own defense being easily eaten up by Maher's speed and dribbling, and almost wiped out.

"." Gary Speed ​​and others came to the side of the court and opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but found it was too late.

Under the gazes of everyone, Mahel ran madly towards the two defenders who were running back. He almost approached them one body length at a time, two steps closer.

Slowly running parallel, then slowly overtaking, he reached the football before the two central defenders!

At this moment, he has rushed to the penalty area line, one step away from the goal!
"Oh!"

Maher's foot touched the football and he moved the ball one step to the side and forward, gaining a positional advantage.

The defender who was chasing him saw that he had entered the penalty area, so he quickly slowed down and dodged, fearing that he would be knocked down and give him a penalty kick.

But the current situation is actually not much different from a penalty kick. The only hope is that Maher's shot is weak after a long run.

"Yeah!!"

The cheers of Arsenal fans in the stadium have reached their loudest at this moment, and everyone has an expression of disbelief. Maher just broke into the opponent's penalty area step by step from his own penalty area?
What kind of ball is this?

Wenger and his team either held their heads or raised their hands high.

Many people actually didn’t react to what exactly happened. This breakthrough was too fast. In less than ten seconds, they ran more than 70 meters, leaving people no time to completely change their emotions.

"Ah!" Gary Speed ​​and his group on the other side also hugged their heads. Some of them felt their knees soften slightly, their legs slowly curled up, and their whole bodies sank.

If they could really make a wish to God, their choice at this moment would definitely be to prevent the ball from going in.

They don't want to be Maher's background, so stop it, pretend to kick him, don't be ungrateful!

“It’s over!!”

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun stared with eyes wide open, looking at the figure in the Sheffield United penalty area in amazement, "He got the ball first! He's going to shoot!! This could be a fantastic one-stop goal!"

Inside the studio, the voice of the English commentator also became shrill. He no longer had the energy to say anything else, so he could only raise his voice, "Aahh! Aahh!!"

In the penalty area, Maher forced himself to calm down. He first made one thing clear in his mind: after scoring the goal, he should resist the urge to slide down on his knees to celebrate.

"Bang!!"

Then, he aimed at the blind spot on the right side of the penalty area, shook his ankle and kicked the ball towards the near corner. This was one of his effective tricks.

As expected, the Sheffield United goalkeeper dived to the right, and after seeing the ball fly to the left, he sat on the ground in despair.

"Swish!" The football hit the bottom of the net, shook the net violently, and then was shaken out by the elastic force of the net.

But everything has settled down, Maher scored this goal after passing several players and running dozens of meters!

"Wow!!!" Arsenal fans are celebrating the New Year again. Everyone in the stands waved their arms and excitedly hugged and exclaimed with their loved ones and friends.

"Genius!!"

"Monster!"

"This ball! God!!"

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"Yeah!"

Wenger and others who were just standing there, now all rushed to different locations, jumping and celebrating, and the place suddenly became a mess.

"Oh!" A surprised female voice and the sound of bottles breaking were heard from a box somewhere in the stands.

Gilbert, who was in front of the player tunnel, gritted his teeth and returned to the player tunnel. He walked all the way into the locker room, then clenched his fists and shouted excitedly. His voice could be heard from far away.

“Absolutely!”

Inside the studio, the English commentator’s voice became sharper, even a little breathless, “Incredible long-distance goal!

"Wow! Amazing! Wonderfulwonderfuland wonderful!!!"

On the field, Maher couldn't help himself this time. He quickly ran to the edge of the field, turned around, pointed at Mertesacker who was rushing from the backcourt, and smiled.

"It's so shocking!"

Mertesacker never thought that this clearance could turn into an assist, nor did he expect Maher to be able to pass the Sheffield United player. He rushed up quickly and knocked Maher down with a flying shoulder.

Most of the Arsenal players who came later jumped up and pressed on the two men. Since Maher was embarrassed to celebrate, they pressed down Maher so that the fans could not see his face.

“It went in again this time!!”

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun was stunned for a long time before continuing, "A shocking goal! The aircraft carrier pulled its horsepower to the maximum at this moment, rushing around in its own waters, unable to find an opponent!

"This is an extremely wonderful goal! Maher received the ball outside the penalty area and ran more than 70 meters to complete the goal!

"Five to zero! On December 12, the last day of 31! The last game of the first half! Is he going to challenge for the Puskas Award?

"We all know that Maher has been a candidate for Puskas for several goals this season, but this goal is obviously more impactful!

"In the absence of particularly strong opponents, this is really possible. Do we have to treat our old club as a backdrop?" He smiled. Maher really did not show any mercy. He was going all out.

On the field, the defense line led by Lowton turned around and put their hands on their hips in perfect sync the moment the football touched the net.

They looked at the midfield with a complaining look and questioned with anger.

"Why not foul?!"

"He committed a foul just now when he was accelerating! Are you being so polite to him?"

"Oh shit!"

"The Pillar of Shame!"

Januhans and a group of midfielders also ran back at this time. They were panting, supporting their knees with their hands and half squatting to recover their strength.

Listening to the defenders' complaints, they could not utter any complaints and could only lower their heads.

This goal scored by Mahel was really a huge blow to the team. They should have committed a tactical foul at the beginning and it would have been fine if they had just received a yellow card.

"Gudong." Januhans swallowed and looked at Maher who was wearing Arsenal's away jersey on the sidelines. He had already stood up and was hugging his teammates to celebrate.

"Oh!" He sighed heavily, a feeling of frustration surged in his heart.

Evans on the striker line also came back now. He kept chasing back, but he was quite far away.

He stood next to Januhans, shook his head and sighed: "It's too fast, really too fast, he was running with the ball and I couldn't get any closer.

"It felt like in a split second, he went from the Arsenal penalty area to ours."

Januhans didn't want to talk at first, but finally said: "The gap is too big. He is now intimidating every opponent."

On the sidelines, in front of the coaching booth.

Gary Speed ​​returned to his seat, lowered his head and picked at his fingers, no longer daring to look up at the court.

Zero to five!
How cruel!

“Good shot.”

Joelson next to him didn't look too good this time, but he still said, "The pinnacle of speed and physical strength, the pinnacle of man-ball combination, the pinnacle of speed change and variation!

"By the way, don't you want to tell him a secret? I feel like Arsenal has a chance to win the championship this season. Just tell him directly."

Gary Speed ​​knew that Jolson was mocking him. He curled his lips speechlessly. Now was not the time for this. "Stop arguing. Think about how to withstand McCabe's anger."

"Angry?" Jolson turned around and said, "Six wins and five draws in 19 games, what's there to be angry about? We just need to invest this much to stay in the league."

Gary Speed ​​didn't say anything else. He sat in the chair, looking at Mahel's back for a long time without coming back to his senses.

If he were still a Sheffield United player, he could help the team score 28 goals and provide 8 assists in a season. Not to mention relegation, there would be hope of helping the team reach the European war zone.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Not long after, the referee blew three long whistles to end the game, and Sheffield fans' nightmare finally ended.

Many people collapsed directly to the ground, their chests heaving violently, not wanting to return to the locker room where the atmosphere must be extremely depressing.

Gary Speed ​​came to the sidelines and shook hands with Wenger, saying with a wry smile: "I praised Arsenal and Maher in the talk show, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless."

Wenger spread his hands apologetically, "Sometimes, some players are in explosive form and I can't stop them."

At this point, he couldn't help laughing, "Just like the ball just now, five or six people couldn't stop him, how could I stop him?"

Hearing this joke, Gary Speed ​​wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

After hearing the whistle at the end of the game, Maher rested for a while, then went to the sidelines to perform a thank-you ceremony with Arsenal fans.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

A familiar song sounded above, and everything had a good meaning.

16 wins, 3 draws, 51 points at the first half, winning the first half championship in an undefeated manner!
He also leads Van Persie by 4 goals and firmly sits first in the scorer list!

"Is there a best half-time match in the Premier League?" he asked Van Persie beside him as he bowed out. "I don't think I've heard of it?"

"No."

Van Persie shook his head, "But the media and the fans will make the selection. Don't worry, many people will choose you."

“Haha.” Maher laughed, and actually felt a sense of discomfort. “After coming to the Premier League, I found that the gap between the top players is so small. It’s difficult to play an absolutely phenomenal performance.

“When I was in the Championship, I was already quite dominant in the first half, and I had a gap with other shooters and passers.

“This half-time finish was pretty perfect, but unfortunately my performance wasn’t perfect.”

Van Persie stared at his face for a long, long time with a very complicated expression, "The last sentence, are you serious? Isn't this performance perfect?"

Maher patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, I am different from you, I..."

"Oh!" Van Persie sensed the danger and suddenly waved and shouted to the fans in the stands, stopping the loss in time.

Maher smiled, turned and walked into the Sheffield United fan area, and thanked the Sheffield United fans.

He scored twice against his old club today, so he still has to apologize to them.

"Pa, pa, pa!" Sheffield United fans saw him and stood up and applauded him, just like they did at the opening of the game.

Looking at those lovely faces, Maher seemed to hear them talking to him. Forgive you, child, and pursue more.

Soon after, the players who returned to the locker room completely entered into carnival mode.

Led by Saniya, Alexander Song and others, everyone formed a circle and performed strange dances, twisting their bodies in an occult way.

“Half-time champion!”

"Unbeatable! Unbeatable!"

"Is this the highest score in the first half of Arsenal's history? Or even in English football?!"

"Let's read the report after the game!"

Alexander Song got a bottle of champagne from somewhere and wanted to spray it at everyone, but he was quickly intercepted by Mertesacker and thrown into the trash can. Top defenders have good defensive awareness.

Song thought of AC Milan, slapped himself, then pointed at Maher and said with a smile: “The half-time Golden Boot is also here!”

"Long live Mahel!"

"Long live Van Persie!"

"Long live Mr. Wenger!"

"Oh!"

The locker room was bustling with enthusiasm, as if there was a reward system based on merit. Although there was no actual reward, it was nice to get recognition from men that "you're awesome".

"Ha ha.!"

"Wenger will surely be voted the best coach in the first half of the season by the media, right? Maher the best scorer, and Van Persie the best player?"

"Reasonable!"

Everyone started laughing, and Mahel jumped and danced with everyone else.

At this moment, the door of the locker room opened, and Gilbert slipped in from the opposite locker room and walked to Maher's side. "That last ball was amazing! That was the most violent dragon I have ever seen!"

Before Maher had a chance to speak to him, Gilbert was dragged into the center of the dance floor to celebrate with everyone.

"Hit! Hit!" Gilbert felt that this was inappropriate and was very resistant at first.

"Oh!"

However, when he felt Mahel pushing him into the center of the crowd, he smiled and jumped with everyone else.

Maher felt a sense of beauty when watching this scene, and wondered if Gilbert would be able to come back at the end of this season.

He had always been looking forward to fighting side by side with his good friend.

After the game, they did not rush back to London, but instead prepared to find a local restaurant or pub to celebrate their half-time victory.

"Mael, you've been in this city for a year, where do you think is better?"

On the bus, Wenger and others turned to look at Maher and asked for his advice.

Maher first thought of the restaurant where he first met Mendes, but after thinking for a while, he pointed straight ahead and said, "There's a good pub on Bar Street. The owner of the pub is a good friend of mine."

"Bar Street?" Wenger thought for a moment and nodded, "Sure, there should be a lot of food nearby, so I'll go with you to meet old friends."

Maher came to the front seat of the bus and gave directions to the driver, and soon they arrived at Kodor's store.

Many Sheffield United fans were wandering around in a depressed mood, and there were also many people sitting inside the store.

When Maher pushed the door open and walked in with a smile, Kedaoer, who was bragging to his friends, suddenly had his eyes light up and walked out of the counter, "Maer? You really came?!
"I knew you wouldn't forget me and would come here! Come and sit in the box inside!"

Maher looked at him and smiled, "We want the two largest boxes. They should be empty, right?"

"Yeah!" Kodor nodded subconsciously, then looked puzzled as to why Maher needed two large boxes. But then he saw Wenger also walked in.

"Ah!" The old man screamed, because he had seen the entire Arsenal team from outside the door.

"They, you..." He suddenly became incoherent, "How did you bring them all here? Come in!
"We must take a picture together later. I will hang it in the most conspicuous place in the bar! Thank you, Maher!"

Maher smiled, walked in with the Arsenal players, and walked into the box amid the exclamations of Sheffield United fans.

Kodor called two young shop assistants, ran up and down excitedly, and immediately arranged private rooms, wine glasses and other necessities for everyone.

After learning about everyone's need for food, he volunteered to raise his hand and said that he knew what delicious food was nearby and wanted to buy it for everyone.

"Oh hoo!"

"Let's drink beer!"

“The carnival is coming!”

Soon, excited voices of Arsenal players and coaches came from the two boxes. Today, everyone made an exception and drank a few beers and feasted on some junk food that they didn't normally eat.

Ke Dale was just outside the door, and it seemed that just hearing their voices made him extremely happy.

His face turned red from drinking, and he waved and boasted to the old man next to him, "You see, old Ke Daer still has a lot of face in this regard. I have said it before, everyone who knows Maher knows me."

An old lady next to him, dressed fashionably, looked at him with a bright look on her face, and seemed to be interested in him.

Ke Daoer noticed this and waved his hand calmly, saying, "Looking back, two days before the championship match, Maher and I drank a box of beer together. I said it was the 'killer beer'.

"He really scored a goal to send Queen's Park to the sky. When he came back, he showed me two 275ml bottles of beer to thank me."

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Arsenal players came out drunk, and everyone's face was flushed.

The bar was packed with people, all of whom seemed to want to get a close look at them, and many police officers came to maintain order.

Maher saw double in everything he saw. He shook his hand and stretched it out, "We are going to strive to remain undefeated and win the championship!"

"Come on! Arsenal!"

“Ding ding ding ding!”

A burst of singing broke out here, and the players took a final photo with Kodor in the bar before boarding the return bus.

There is no offseason, and the second half of the games will come one after another. It will be a new journey!

Maher came to the back of the bus and looked at Kedao who was holding his mobile phone and shouting excitedly. He opened the window to listen to what the other party was saying, "I want to increase the price of the three most expensive beers by 3 pound!"

"Haha." Seeing the lovely old man, he smiled, and then sang with the Arsenal players.

On this day, they continued their happiness into the hotel, and all the places they passed by seemed to be infected by them and became cheerful.

Football, this sport brings happiness to people and enriches their spiritual world. Once you fall in love with it, it is really addictive.

Especially when you keep winning, when you are close to honors, close to legendary achievements!
This is the end of the first half!
ps: The second half will be pushed faster, and only a few key games will be written.

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