Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 191 Endless Bullets! The North London Derby is here again! An easy lead! The King descends from the sky!

At the same time, at Stamford Bridge, the battle between Chelsea and Manchester United came to an end.

The score was 90-, and the two sides fought for minutes and ended up in a tie!

For Chelsea, who have long withdrawn from the championship group and are aiming for the top four, this result is acceptable. They snatched a point from the Red Devils Manchester United.

But for Manchester United playing away from home, this is somewhat unacceptable.

Arsenal were in hot form in February, beating two Rangers teams in a row, with a combined record of 2-10 in the two games.

In this situation, if Manchester United fails to get 3 points in one game, it will affect the final championship situation!

After the game, Ferguson refused to attend the post-match press conference. He walked quickly out of the stadium with a red face, wanting to leave quickly by car.

But many reporters rushed out of the press conference room and chased after him, chattering and asking questions.

"Sir Ferguson, after 24 league games, Manchester United only has 56 points, 6 points behind the top team Arsenal. Does this mean that the team has withdrawn from the championship group?"

"Sir, our city team Manchester City will play against Fulham tonight. If they win the game, their points will reach 58, surpassing Manchester United. What do you think about this?"

“请走慢一点，曼联本赛季24轮比赛17胜5平2败，而阿森纳则是19胜5平，稳定性是否是你的球队与温格的球队之间的一大差距？”

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Ferguson kept walking forward with his head down. His head was buzzing and he couldn't hear a word.

A feeling of dizziness suddenly hit him, and he began to feel severe pain behind his ears. Tinnitus then spread throughout his entire brain, forcing him to stop.

Looking at the reporters surrounding him, waiting to laugh at him.

He staggered back two steps to steady himself, and despite the discomfort, he raised a finger and shouted, "We will not withdraw from the championship group! We are still a strong contender for the championship!
"We are not a weaker team than Wenger's. Football is about wins and losses. Is it hard to understand?

“As I said before, we lost to Mahrez.

"The team did miss a good opportunity! But it's not over yet!

"Why are you still haunting me? Do you think I'm old now?!"

He gritted his teeth, he was already in his early seventies and was truly old and weak.

If he were still 20 years younger, he would definitely let these sarcastic English reporters taste the Scottish flying kick and feel what kind of person the most difficult coach in English football at the end of the last century was like.

Unfortunately, it’s no use. When people get old, they can’t hold on to some things anymore. I just hope that his beloved Manchester United will not wither as he gets older.

He still wants to fight with Wenger for a few more years. The "tragic" coach who is 8 years younger than him and whose coaching career was sweet at first but bitter later seems to be having a second spring.

The other party can regain his former vigor and vitality, but how can he find it?
At 9:30 that evening, the Etihad Stadium was brightly lit.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Three long whistles sounded, signaling the end of the game.

"Oh!" Cheers set off the entire Etihad Stadium, and Manchester City players ran excitedly to celebrate.

Three to zero!
They defeated farmers Fulham, surpassed Manchester United, and moved up to second place in the standings, only 4 points away from Arsenal, which had been unbeaten this season!

"Good job, boys!" Mancini clapped his hands, hugged every player on the field, then walked around the field to thank the fans before going to the press conference room.

Looking back at the end of the season, each victory seems to be a piece of data that can be explained by a simple score.

But only those who have experienced this season understand how much they have paid for every victory and how much sense of accomplishment and joy they get after winning.

This cannot be explained clearly by a column of data. Only they themselves understand the specific feelings!
Because of this, when these victories accumulate together and turn into the championship trophy, all the climax emotions of their season will be superimposed together and released exponentially!

Inside the press conference room, Mancini sat elegantly in his seat and answered reporters' questions with ease.

“Yes, our winning rate is slightly higher than Manchester United, but I think it’s too early to say that now. Arsenal have won one more game than us, and we have won one more game than Manchester United. The difference is very small.

"If there is a gap, I think both us and Manchester United have a clear gap with Arsenal.

"That is, we both lost two games, but Arsenal didn't lose. That's why they have been ranked first this season when everyone is in hot form."

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"Reason? Come on, haha. I don't need to tell you why Arsenal didn't lose.

"Their shooters always have endless bullets in their guns. Maher and Van Persie have created 72 goals, which seems to be only inferior to the forward lines of Real Madrid and Barcelona.

"But let me say one thing, they should have lost two games but ended up drawing.

"It was the games against Swansea and Fulham, they were not in good form but they managed to keep the draw, that's why they were ahead.

"Don't underestimate the mid- and lower-level teams. Both us and Manchester United have fallen into the trap of these teams."

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"Yes, we are more balanced in comparison, and the next step is to attack the top of the table. I believe in our team.

"Okay, the press conference is over, and the next thing we'll talk about is Arsenal."

Mancini stood up, packed his clothes, and finally bowed to the reporters very gentlemanly, which was in line with his image as a modest gentleman.

Apart from being angry at Balotelli's mysterious actions, he seems to seldom swear.

"Arsenal continues to lead the Premier League standings with an absolute advantage, Manchester City surpasses Manchester United, and the Premier League title race this season is becoming increasingly tense!" - Sky Sports

“积分榜一：阿森纳19胜5平积分62！积分榜二：曼城18胜4平2败积分58！积分榜三：曼联17胜5平2败积分56！”——英超积分榜
On February 2, there are still two days before the derby against the arch-rival team Tottenham.

In the villa, Maher completed the contract with his personal doctor Lewis. He finally signed this English doctor who is highly respected in the football world with a weekly salary of 7000 pounds.

He will conduct real-time examinations for him before and after each game, and develop the most reasonable physical therapy plan for him based on his body to avoid the risk of injury.

This plan will also be sent to Harry and Safina, asking them to make adjustments to their daily rehabilitation massage and diet.

Almost complete!

He should not need new helpers in physical therapy and training. These five people can basically help him solve all matters. At most, two more masseurs will be added in the future to improve the efficiency of massage.

Maybe there's a psychologist?
Maher feels that he probably doesn't need this. He is mentally healthy, and the happiness he gets on the football field is something he will savor for the rest of his life.

“I’m glad we have reached a cooperation.”

Lewis was wearing a black shirt and black pants. He was about 1.75 meters tall, with snow-white hair, but his physique gave people a tough feeling. He was of the same type as Davis.

"Then let's go to my private hospital now and get a full body test?"

He closed the pen and took out his car keys, “I can pick you up and bring you back when I’m done.

"This kind of full-body test only needs to be done once a month. It's not too troublesome. I can do the routine checkups by myself. I can judge all your conditions by pinching your body and observing its various reactions."

"Okay." Maher didn't refuse and followed him. On the way, he also calculated the overall expenses of the team.

2.2 pounds a week. That is to say, he must score a goal or make an assist every week to pay their wages without much pain.

He gets a bonus of 1 pounds for scoring a goal in the Premier League or the Champions League, and 2 pounds for providing an assist. Add in the attendance bonus, and it's almost 1 and 1.5 respectively, which is enough to offset the expenses in this regard.

All in all, he has earned quite a bit of bonuses from Arsenal this season. He has scored 31 goals and provided 19 assists in the top-tier Champions League and Premier League.

That's 62 pounds + 28.5 pounds, a total of 90.5 pounds.

Taking into account attendance bonuses, 10+, 20+ and other miscellaneous stage bonuses, the total is about 120 million pounds.

This part of income does not need to be taxed and does not need to be shared with Mendes. So when you calculate it this way, it is close to his 14 weeks of after-tax salary, which is still very attractive.

keep!
As long as he can still score goals, he can support the team that is responsible for taking care of his body without any burden!

If the income is higher in the future, there will be more attention.

He really needs to find a group of professional account operators and public relations to manage his social media accounts, increase his influence and fan stickiness, as well as various types of income.

At that time, he will be able to use his personal performance on the court to leverage a large team working for him, who will only focus on improving his various values.

He just needs to focus on performing consistently and efficiently on the court, and then everything will fall into place!

"arrive."

Lewis drove the car and soon drove to the door of a commercial single-family villa. "This is my private hospital. There are two of my assistants inside. They will cooperate with the equipment to do the whole body test for you today."

Maher nodded and got out of the car, and soon saw two middle-aged people in their forties, a man and a woman.

Under the guidance of these two people, he completed some examinations using various high-tech instruments. His first reaction after completion was that top private doctors abroad really make money.

Such a room full of equipment must cost a lot of money.
He waited outside the door for a while, and Lewis, still in black clothes and black pants, came out with a stack of data reports in his hand, "Many places are similar to what I imagined, but the strange thing is that your physical foundation is too good.

"And this is not something that is innate, but something that is acquired through training."

Seeing Maher’s expressionless face, he frowned and shook his head while holding the data sheet, saying: “Players start training when their bodies are not fully developed, which is a dangerous period.

"Because they don't know their body's strengths and weaknesses, and don't understand their body's limits, most players will mess up their bodies at this time, with wear and tear and disease everywhere.

"This is irreversible. It is too late to discover it when you grow up. At this point, all their physical therapy and rehabilitation methods can only be regarded as conservative treatments.

"Yes, their rehabilitation is called physical therapy in a nice way, but it is actually treatment."

"but you."

He paused here for a long time, and finally put down the data sheet and confirmed: "It seems that there is no root cause of disease or damage. Everything in the body is close to perfect condition."

"In this case, as long as you protect yourself properly, your chances of getting hurt can be infinitely low."

The scene fell into a long silence. Maher didn't know what to say. He just sat there and smiled slightly.

He must be happy in his heart, because it seems that the proficiency panel really automatically repairs his body towards perfection and towards the human limit while helping him train his strength, coordination and other abilities.

Infinitely low?
Since Lewis said so, he can confirm that as long as his coordination, strength and physical fitness reach level 5, the probability of him being injured without external force is 0%.

It is unlikely that other players would injure him, unless they kicked him when he is completely unprepared, which might prevent him from reacting in time and causing him to get injured in a relaxed state.

But how could he be unprepared? His reaction was almost instinctive and he would automatically tense up his body when he felt a threat on the court.

"Let me first talk about some possible, minimal possibilities of getting hurt."

Lewis came to Maher and squatted down, putting his hand on Maher's ankle, "Here is one, your ankle is a relatively worn part of your body.

“But compared to other players, this is considered light and you have a lot of strength here, so the chances of getting hurt are not high.

"We should still do some protection. I will send the specific plan to Harry later. We exchanged contact information today.

"Also, the soleus and thigh muscles are prone to injuries for fast players, that's for sure."

He put his hand on Maher's calf and squeezed it, then pressed down on his thigh, and finally said helplessly: "But again, this is just for your own body. Compared with others, you are very healthy.

"I think I know why you called me. Do you really want to never get hurt?"

Maher nodded at Lewis, pleased that he could guess what he was thinking, "Yes, that's why I came to you."

"Then let's work together, and I hope we can do it."

Lewis extended his hand to Maher and said with a smile: "Perhaps my next job will be to evaluate your physical condition, determine whether your muscles are fatigued, and how many minutes you can play.

"As long as you don't overwork yourself and increase your chances of injury, you can hopefully achieve what you want."

“Okay.” Maher stood up and shook hands with him, smiling happily, or rather, more of a sense of relief that came from the bottom of his heart.

On February 2, the derby day arrives, and Arsenal will face Tottenham for the second time this season.

"Crash!"

Unfortunately, the weather was not good. It started to rain heavily at nine in the morning and turned into moderate rain at eleven.

The Emirates Stadium quickly started drainage work, but the game was about to start at 3:30 pm. Even if the drainage could be completed now, it was still a question whether the rain would stop by then.

At 2.40pm, fans from both teams began to appear outside the stadium in large numbers.

Since the rain had not stopped yet, they were all holding umbrellas, which made the already dense crowd even more oppressive.

"ArsenalArsenal!!"

Just like in the previous two games, Arsenal fans marched into the Emirates Stadium with their heads held high and with a proud attitude, without even thinking of a conflict with Tottenham fans.

What team are they now? How much higher are they than Tottenham now?

What are you worrying about?
See you on the field!
They have full confidence that the team, which has been in hot form recently, can beat Tottenham at home and complete a double kill of Tottenham in the first and second half.

It's really boring to hear all the chatter outside the court. Once you enter the court and the team is leading, just start a mocking war song!

"Glory glory Tottenham! Fcu******Kyle Walker!"

Tottenham fans entered the stadium singing "Glory to Tottenham", but what they sang today was different from before, with Kyle Walker added as an element.

Of course, Walker will certainly not get any glory from Tottenham fans now, and the song only contains some "trivial matters" about his family.

Inside the Emirates Stadium, Maher arrived early but did not change his clothes yet. He waited in the passage in his coat.

After a while, David, Chloe, the old man and the little boy, whom I had met a long time ago at a disability activity, came together.

This time, they were not alone, but with their relatives and friends.

Chloe and the little boy were with their parents, while the old man and David were with their two best friends respectively.

"Hello you all."

Maher greeted them with a smile. It was a rainy day today, but he was in a good mood.

On the one hand, he was in good physical condition that day and did not feel any fatigue or loss.

In the recent examination, Lewis judged that he could play the whole game in this derby, and this information was also fed back to the Arsenal coaching staff.

This is what he has been looking forward to. No player doesn't want to play the full game in a derby.

In front of the home fans, help the team defeat the derby opponents decisively and bring joy to the fans!
This seemingly insignificant inspection can actually give Maher a strong sense of security and allow him to play with more confidence.

Players need to understand their own bodies. Only when they fully understand their bodies can they play at the highest level without any worries!
On the other hand, he finally had the chance to fulfill what he had promised to these four people before.

During the heated derby, he got in touch with a scalper who had a box ticket and had the opportunity to invite these four people to the luxurious box of the Emirates Stadium to experience a game-watching trip.

Moreover, they can also bring their family and friends to experience this unforgettable experience together.

Maher knows that there are many fans who love football but are deeply unfortunate, and he cannot take care of everyone among them.

But what he can do is to fulfill his promise to these four fans who he met by chance.

They have always been thinking about him, and he cannot forget them after he becomes famous.

He still remembers that after the first half of the game against Tottenham, he gave everyone a precious "gift" when he left the field, and they also gave him great encouragement.

It is difficult to say whether this encouragement has influenced his progress to this day. Human beings are complex animals, and many small factors may affect a person's growth trajectory. He has already had a lot of experience in football.

Perhaps, there must be someone who, from the moment he obtained the proficiency panel, actually knew roughly how steadily he would walk.

But he didn't expect that he could walk so fast.

There must be many external factors influencing and motivating him, and of course, he also has more and more goals, stronger ambitions and desires!

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

David came up first. He was in better shape than the last time they met. He immediately introduced his friend to Maher, “During the trip to Wales, I met a cycling friend.

“He is my best friend now and we always ride together on away trips.

"And I've tried to ride in the car."

Maher watched him shyly say the last sentence, and couldn't help but nod and said, "That's great, you will be able to fully recover soon, right?"

"Maybe." David smiled and lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed by Mahel's praise.

As for his friends beside him, even the gesture of greeting him was unnatural. It seemed that they had not expected that one day they would be able to see Maher at such a close distance inside the stadium.

Mahel nodded to him and looked behind them, "Chloe, why don't you come over?"

Chloe seemed a little restrained, especially after she realized that her parents were restrained, her emotions in this regard became even more serious.

After hearing what Maher said, she waved shyly, greeted Maher, and then looked at her father, as if waiting for him to do something.

"Hi."

Her father was very nervous and excited. He walked up awkwardly with a drawing board in his hand and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Thank God."

After he raised his head and finished praying, he became more confident. "I never thought that one day I would be able to watch a game from the inside through my daughter and meet the hottest new star in today's football world."

He unpacked the drawing board and handed it to Maher with a smile, “Chloe said that she once gave you a painting, and you praised her painting skills.

"Although you are usually very busy and may not remember it, haha. But she has been painting since she got home, and she has prepared one for this meeting, and she wants me to give it to you."

Behind him, Chloe had a smile on her face and was secretly observing Mahel's expression, anticipating his reaction.

Maher took the painting, took a look at it, and his heartstrings were touched again.

In the picture, he is at the center of an award ceremony, wearing a shiny black suit, holding the Golden Globe trophy, which symbolizes the highest honor, and showing it to the world with a big smile.

Below were rows of applauding football stars and coaches. He also saw Mr. Wenger, Henry, Gary Speed ​​and others.

Even when he looked carefully, he saw Chloe, with a blushing face, clapping for him crazily in a corner. She seemed to have been waiting as well.

“Very cute painting.”

He put the painting away and said with a casual smile, “Very creative and thoughtful, I will keep it.

"By the way, I still remember the painting from last time. It has always been placed in the most conspicuous place in my house. I will put these two paintings together."

Chloe was already overjoyed when she heard this, and she clutched the corners of her clothes with both hands.

"Chloe." Maher looked at her again and encouraged her earnestly, "You must keep painting. You are very talented. One day you will be able to paint very well."

"Yeah." She nodded heavily, finally letting go of her reservedness, looking up and looking at her parents proudly.

Her parents both smiled. Her mother lowered her head and took a deep breath for a long time. Finally, she mustered up the courage to look up and said to Maher, "We don't know how to express our gratitude. Chloe has become much more cheerful.

"A lot of it comes from you, and a lot from the game of football."

She paused and said admiringly, “We admire you too, for at this age, you have become a strength to others.

"Chloe told us that you wanted to take it all and she had been waiting for that day, and so had we all."

Maher listened to her carefully and went forward to hug Chloe and the middle-aged couple.

Next, he picked up the little boy, played with him for a while near the player tunnel, and chatted with the old man.

"Take them up."

Seeing that it was getting late, he called a stadium staff member and took everyone to the box.

"Bye-Bye."

He waved goodbye to everyone and asked, "Is there any celebration you want to see? If I can score a goal in this game, I will help you fulfill this wish."

David started to hesitate with the old man, and the little boy shook his head, saying he didn't know. Everyone turned their eyes to Chloe, as if she was the most suitable one.

Chloe felt everyone's gazes, and her body posture was a little eager to try, but she seemed embarrassed to do it.

"come on."

"There aren't many such opportunities. If you name one, Maher will definitely score a goal in this game."

"haha, yes."

Everyone encouraged her. Chloe prepared herself mentally for a long time before she put one hand on her head and the other on her lower abdomen, and jumped slightly left and right twice.

"Ha ha.!"

There was a burst of laughter at the scene, and everyone knew what it was.

Maher smiled as well, he nodded towards Chloe and walked towards the locker room.

Chloe's face flushed instantly. She pursed her lips and followed the staff, walking towards the box with her family to experience this hard-won opportunity.

The first thing you see is a dining area. Through the single-sided glass, you can also see the fans of both teams entering the stadium.

A group of people lay on the fence in front of the glass, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, feeling the heavy atmosphere of the approaching war.

They then got some free food and free beer on the spot, and then went into the luxury box, waiting for the game to begin.

“An unforgettable day.”

“It’s wonderful.”

Sitting in the VIP seats outside the sliding door, watching the raindrops sliding down from the ceiling in front of their heads, and then looking at the panoramic view of the stadium, everyone had this feeling.

They have never experienced this kind of perspective, this kind of comfortable football-watching experience, this kind of upper-class feeling.

More importantly, it was Mahel who brought it to them.

Sitting here and watching the upcoming battle will make them feel that they are closely connected to the star-studded Maher in the arena.

Not only are they watching Maher here, the latter will also be concerned about them off the court and even promised to celebrate for them so that they can feel the glory of the goal moment together.

"Oh!" Soon, with cheers, Arsenal players came out for the entrance ceremony wearing long-sleeved jackets.

At the front is captain Van Persie, followed by goalkeeper Szczesny, and then the second captain Maher.

He seemed to turn around and pay attention to the situation in the box, clapping his hands and signaling to them.

"I'm coming!"

"The war is about to begin! Smash Tottenham!"

There was a burst of excitement here, and everyone soon discovered that Chloe seemed to be writing something on a piece of paper.

They came over and watched the lovely girl write a line of words.

——"It's great to know him."

Chloe smiled cheerfully after she finished writing, and held the piece of paper with the words above her head as a banner.

"Ha ha.!"

"Wait for the celebration he'll give you and us!"

"Ding ding ding ding! I have a friend.!"

A burst of excitement and singing rang out here, and the old man in the wheelchair cleared his throat and did his old job, explaining the game to the blind little boy.

He held the little boy in his arms, looked at the players from both teams, and lowered his voice to imitate the commentator, "The hot derby battle is about to begin, Arsenal will face Tottenham Hotspur at home!
"It's an honor to bring commentary to this game for a 'young boy'. Let's look forward to Maher's goal together!"

Everyone looked at them and smiled sincerely. These two were a good combination.

Perhaps through these opportunities, these two unfortunate friends of different ages will achieve their own redemption.

"Beep!"

On the court, with the referee's whistle, the game officially began.

Compared with the previous derby, this derby that started at the Emirates Stadium also had a sense of tension, but there were not too many unexpected plot twists.

Tottenham manager Redknapp completed the press conference honestly, and their players did not make any big remarks, which added new highlights to the game.

The reason is of course very simple. Arsenal's recent momentum has been too fierce after defeating Manchester United, scoring 10 goals in two games.

They actually didn't have much confidence in beating this strong team at the Emirates Stadium.

But this does not mean that they will not fight for victory. All Tottenham fans are now angry. Whether it is the origin of the derby or the betrayal of Kyle Walker, they can't calm down. Kyle Walker is sitting on the bench today. If they can beat Arsenal in front of him, their fans will be happy for a long time!
They will also vent the anger that they have been holding in for a long time!

"Bang bang bang!"

Arsenal controlled the ball in the backcourt, and Tottenham players fought hard and their movements were very fierce.

"Hualala!" The rain poured down on the grass and also fell on the heads of the players on both sides, wetting their hair.

This made the grass on the field more slippery, increased the speed at which the football rolled on the grass, and also made the pace of both sides faster and the competition more intense.

"Stab!"

In the 5th minute of the game, Modric slid towards the passing line in order to intercept Koscielny's pass.

He didn't intercept the ball, but he couldn't stop. His sliding tackle carried water stains all the way for three or four meters and knocked Koscielny to the ground.

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle to stop the game and ran towards the scene of the incident.

He was not going to give a yellow card, but was just taking precautions to prevent a conflict between the two sides at this position.

"You'd better be careful!" Koscielny then climbed up and pointed at Modric, who had not yet stood up, with a fierce look on his face.

"The same to you!"

Modric stood up and glared at him fiercely, backing away as he did so, showing no intention of giving in.

He emerged from the war and joined the fierce Tottenham team. He had already developed a strong will and a ruthlessness that was different from his small body.

The players on both sides moved towards this side, as if they were expecting a conflict to break out at this moment, so that everyone could make some noise and release their emotions.

When he saw that the two were not fighting, he stepped back and returned to his own position.

"Oh!"

In the 9th minute of the game, Alexander Song completed a long diagonal pass, and the ball fell on the left side of the frontcourt, just in Maher's running route.

Due to Kyle Walker's departure, Tottenham sent Michael Dawson to defend Maher in this game.

This is a defender who mainly plays as a center back. He is relatively calm and in good physical condition.

In addition to this, Scott Parker and Ledley King always stood near him to provide him with protection, making it a three-man defensive team.

“Bang!”

Maher took the ball off with his right foot, then moved it forward in less than 0.5 seconds, quickly accelerating to threaten Tottenham's defense.

Michael Dawson followed him with difficulty, and the distance between them was widening.

Ledley King, who was in the center back position, quickly came out to make up for the deficit and made a big sliding tackle towards Maher's dribbling path, which was extremely fierce.

In a rainy game, no one can suppress their desire to slide and tackle. There is nothing that can be done about it.

"Fu!"

When Michael Dawson saw his teammate's sliding tackle, he jumped up before he could even begin to complain, to avoid being knocked down by the indiscriminate sweep.

After jumping over Ledley King, he did not stop, but ran behind him to prevent Maher from evading the sliding tackle and continuing forward with the ball.

"Crack!"

He guessed right. While dribbling at high speed, Maher picked up the ball with amazing frequency and delicate technique, and then with a jump step he elegantly passed Ledley King's sliding tackle.

After landing, he just managed to safely unload the ball that fell from the air under his feet and continued to move forward.

elegant!
"Wow!" The fans at the Emirates Stadium cheered with all their might, livening up the atmosphere in the stadium. This kind of performance deserves applause.

Threatening attack is coming!
Fans have also discovered recently that Maher's feet are becoming more and more fancy, his combination with the ball is getting better and better, and he gives people a very freehand feeling when dribbling.

After using the lob to dribble past opponents in a row, his chances of avoiding tackles using this move have greatly increased.

Another progress!

They didn't know how to describe their feelings. Wasn't the current astonishment the limit for Maher?

"Stab!"

Near the baseline, Michael Dawson's tackle came again. He had just taken precautionary measures and came behind Ledley King to fill in the position, thus preventing Maher from breaking into the penalty area directly.

However, he obviously did not have the confidence to defend Maher in a one-on-one situation. When he saw Maher coming, he directly made a flying tackle.

"Cha!" Maher tried to repeat the same trick, picked up the ball to avoid his defense and rushed into the penalty area.

But Michael Dawson was obviously prepared. He raised his legs very high, showing his determination to pass the ball past everyone.

After Mahel jumped up, he was still tripped by his half-meter-high right leg and fell forward.

"thump!"

After falling to the ground, he rolled forward, then quickly stood up from the ground and came to confront Michael Dawson.

Playing football in the rain is frustrating, so how can you stand these continuous tackles?

"Snapped!"

Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his side, pushing him to the side and causing him to stagger a few steps. Turning around, he saw that it was Scott Parker who gave him a hard push.

"suffer?!"

"Crazy, huh?"

"Fuck him!"

This instantly aroused the anger of the Arsenal players. The whole team now treated Maher as a treasure and could not bear him being pushed like this.

In an instant, Arsenal players rushed towards the scene from all directions.

"Beep, beep, beep!" The referee's emergency whistle sounded, and he quickly called the linesman on the same side to come over for help.

"get out!"

After stabilizing his body, Maher rushed towards Scott Parker and pushed him back hard with greater force.

He still wanted to continue the game, otherwise he would fight back with more brutal means.

"Thump, thump, thump." Scott Parker almost fell over. He stepped back quickly in an awkward manner to cushion his body's center of gravity.

"Fuck you!" He didn't expect Arteta to come from the side, and with his core strength bursting out, he hit him hard with his chest.

"thump!"

Scott Parker fell to the ground and subconsciously protected his face with his hands.

But this is definitely not the last century. Countless cameras are filming from all directions. The Arsenal players were relatively restrained after rushing over. They just surrounded him and cursed at him with saliva flying.

"Boom!"

Van Persie inadvertently kicked him twice, an action the referee didn't see but Modric did.

"Bang!" Modric rushed up from the side again and pushed Van Persie, making him stagger.

This quickly caused him to be targeted, and he was knocked to the ground, accidentally hitting Scott Parker.

The players from both sides wrestled with each other again, and the situation became increasingly tense. Who could lose their minds and further escalate the conflict?

"Beep, beep, beep!" The referee kept blowing the whistle, but it seemed to have no effect. In the chaos, he could no longer see who committed fouls.

"The scene was in chaos! A fierce conflict broke out between the players on both sides!"

Inside the luxury box, the old man explained to the little boy and to everyone present, "But the substitutes were still calm. They rushed up to pull the two teams apart. I hope the rain can cool them down at this moment!"

Many people at the scene smiled after hearing his words, but people with sensitive minds like Chloe still looked worried, afraid that Mael would suffer in this conflict.

However, after seeing Maher and Rosicky standing together at the set-piece spot, they felt relieved.

In the end, both sides paid two yellow cards for the conflict, Maher and Arteta on the Arsenal side, and Scott Parker and Modric on the Tottenham side.

Maher was very dissatisfied with the decision, but the yellow card had already been raised and he had no choice but to complain.

"how to spell?"

Before the set piece, Rosicky stretched out his right hand towards the center and asked Mahel for his opinion.

When Ramsey is not there, he is the team's leading free throw shooter.

However, before the game today, Wenger specifically reminded that Tottenham goalkeeper Frederick was not very good at catching the ball in the air. If he could hit the ball from the outside, he could hit it closer to the goalkeeper to take advantage of his mistakes.

If you want to hit an out-curve ball from the left side, you must use your left foot to take the penalty kick.

The only starting player in the midfield who meets this condition, apart from Van Persie, whose dominant foot is left, is Maher.

His left foot can deliver a penalty kick effect close to that of his dominant foot.

"Let me do it."

Maher stood at a perpendicular angle to the football, took a look at the situation in the penalty area, and used the running angle to explain that he would use his left foot to hit an outside arc ball.

Rosicky nodded. He believed in Maher. "When you start your run-up, I will start too. They will never guess that you will take the penalty kick with your left foot. They will just think you are the one faking a run."

Maher nodded and kept observing the penalty area, wondering where to kick the ball.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded again at this time, it seemed that the pushing and pulling in the penalty area was too serious, and he had to go in to give a warning.

In the penalty area, Van Persie looked helpless, spread his hands and complained to him, “Scott Parker kept pulling my clothes and stepping on my toes.

"If you kick me again, I will fall to the ground. Then the problem will be for you. It depends on whether you will give him a yellow card and give us a penalty."

The referee sternly warned Scott Parker, who waved his hands innocently, and when the referee turned around, he grabbed Van Persie's clothes again.

Van Persie spread his hands again, but this time, he inadvertently met Maher's eyes.

Looking at Maher's eyes, he seemed to know that Maher should take the penalty kick.

His expression changed, and he glanced at the opponent's goalkeeper, and roughly had an idea of ​​his position.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, he stared at the penalty area and raised his hand to the side to signal that a free throw could be taken.

"Mark man to man!"

"Look at Van Persie!"

"Mertesacker should send another man to the back post! Don't let him move!"

The Tottenham players shouted at once, their expressions very serious.

"Deng Deng."

On the wing, Maher started to run up and rushed towards the football as if to serve with his left foot. Rosicky quickly ran from one direction and pretended to serve with his right foot.

The Tottenham players in the penalty area were stunned for a moment. They noticed that Mahel was the one running faster and seemed to be getting to the ball first.

But who would use their non-dominant foot to take a free kick? He must have been faking a run in this case, and Rosicky was the main penalty taker.

Seeing that the Arsenal players had already started to move and were about to break through their defense line, they stood still without moving. This was definitely a fake run to attract their defense line to spread out backwards.

The opposing players competing for the header will definitely turn around and run, then turn around and start again, which are all old routines for set pieces.

"Bang!!"

At this moment, the football suddenly spun in a sharp arc and came from the side, whizzing towards the small penalty area, and then spun outward.

Most of Tottenham's players were suddenly awkwardly gathered near the penalty spot. Their defense line was neat but they did not move.

Only a small number of people were smart enough to anticipate Maher's penalty and follow the Arsenal players.

But this group of people are far from being able to defend. There is no one next to at least three Arsenal players!
Tottenham can only pin their hopes on goalkeeper Frederick, hoping that he can attack and hold the ball in his arms.

"Mine!" Fredel shouted and flew out and jumped up, trying to grab the ball first.

As a result, he found that he couldn't catch the ball, so he withdrew his hands, changed his tone and words, looked behind him, and said, "Back point!!"

Tottenham player at the back post: “.”

Should I say "my name" again now and apologize to everyone?

"Bang!!"

At the back point, General Van Persie jumped up, turned his head to look at the moon, and smashed the whistling football into the net.

The ball went in!
One to zero!

“Oh!!”

After landing, Van Persie put his hands on his head and kept waving them at Scott Parker and Modric with a sarcastic expression.

Of course, he was not stupid either. He rushed towards Mahel on the wing while flapping his propellers, as if an airplane was flapping its propellers to leave the danger zone.

"what!"

Maher had been waiting for him, and the two of them jumped up excitedly and bumped their chests in the air to celebrate.

They then hugged each other, pretended to be arrogant, and walked towards the Tottenham fan area with big strides as if they didn't recognize any relatives.

"Ha ha.!"

This quickly caused laughter from the other Arsenal players who came up to celebrate. They did not disturb the two brothers, but just followed them and clapped their hands.

Looking at their backs, it really feels like "we are the best in the world".

"Yeah!"

In the box, David hugged his friends tightly, as they did every time they celebrated.

Chloe did not suppress herself in front of her acquaintances, and released herself hesitantly with a red face.

"The ball went in!"

Although the old man was sitting in a wheelchair, he still tried to lift the little boy up and shouted excitedly: "Just after the conflict, Maher assisted Van Persie to score with a curved ball with his non-dominant foot!

"Scott Parker and Modric wanted to chase Van Persie, but were stopped by their teammates, as they already had a yellow card!
"A wonderful header, Arsenal defeated Tottenham through aerial attack!"

The little boy clapped his hands excitedly and shouted excitedly.

On the side, people in other VIP seats looked at them in confusion, wondering why someone was shouting here.

This is not the commentary area, isn't this awkward?
They sent one or two representatives to negotiate, "Hello, your commentary is very interesting, but can you please lower your voice a little?"

This is a tactful way of stopping it. Normally, it would be fine if you just shouted it out, but it would be really strange if someone kept shouting the commentary next to you.

People in the VIP area were more restrained when watching the game. They were somewhat reserved and not as passionate as those in other fan areas.

This kind of watching football is actually a bit boring. It's okay as a fresh experience occasionally, but it will be boring in the long run.

"Oh, sorry." The old man immediately looked apologetic and nodded and smiled at the two men, "I spoke softly. The child can't see it, so I wanted him to be more immersed in it. Sorry to bother you."

"what?"

The two men were stunned for a moment, they turned sideways to look at the little boy and found that there was indeed something wrong with his eyes.

"Oh!"

Their faces were livid and their mouths slightly opened, with a clear story line already emerging in their minds.

Although his grandson could not see him, his grandfather brought him to the stadium every day. He used human voice to explain the game to him, so that he could also feel the Arsenal game.

The guilt on their faces grew heavier and heavier, gradually evolving into self-blame. They wanted to take back what they had just said but didn't know how to say it. They raised their hands several times but stopped themselves from speaking.

Finally, after leaving an inexplicable apology, they walked back to their own area.

"I deserve to die." A man slapped himself with a bitter face and felt that he would not be able to sleep at night.

"Crack!"

"Snapped!"

Off the pitch, the competition became increasingly intense, and in the period after Arsenal scored, both sides felt a sense of chaos as Tottenham tried desperately to speed up the pace and counterattack.

Their formation was no longer neat, and all techniques, tactics and playing styles were thrown out of the window. There was no rationality or calmness at all.

Often, for a half-ball, each side can deploy two or three men.

This resulted in the two teams playing very chaotically in some areas, with the ball changing hands quickly but neither side being able to make any good transitions.

This is very common in derby games. Except for the opening period when both sides can attack and defend relatively calmly, the rest of the time they fight desperately for their dignity.

In the 16th minute of the game, Tottenham full-back Michael Dawson tackled Maher again, and the latter fell directly out of the baseline.

"Beep!"

This time, thanks to the referee's quick reaction, he immediately gave Michael Dawson a yellow card and separated him from the Arsenal players, so there was no conflict between the two sides.

Eleven minutes later, Koscielny tackled Modric on the wing and received a yellow card.

"boom!"

This was not the end. In the 41st minute of the game, after Mahel made a cross, Ledley King rushed forward hard and knocked Mahel to the ground with only his supporting foot on the ground.

"Fark!" With a roar from Van Persie, all the Arsenal players rushed over and started a fight with the Tottenham players.

The players from both sides seemed to be pushing and shoving each other, but in fact they stepped on each other's feet when they saw the opportunity, and slapped and punched each other in the face where the referee couldn't see.

Just like last time, Maher quickly got up and rushed angrily towards Ledley King, who was fighting with Van Persie at the time.

"boom!"

He lowered his center of gravity and used his right shoulder to push Ledley King's waist, pushing him directly to the ground, where he stroked his waist and wailed in pain, "Ah!"

Feeling the chaos all around him, Maher also felt that he was becoming a little irrational, which could have led to him getting a second yellow card and leaving the field.

But on the court, there are many things that cannot be controlled.

If he had allowed such malicious fouls to go unchecked, everyone would have treated him like they treated Neymar later, and then it would have been difficult for him to play.

"Beep!"

The referee ran over blowing the whistle and, with the help of the linesman, separated the players from both sides.

He first gave a yellow card to Ledley King who was causing trouble, then gave a card to Van Persie who had hit Modric a few times, and also gave a card to the emotional Adebayor and Sagna.

Send 4 photos in a row!
Including the 4 just now, there are already 8 yellow cards in this game!
Card Master!

This also shows the chaos on the field at this time. Sometimes, many cards do not mean that a referee is strict in his penalties.

Finally, he looked at Mahel and walked towards the handsome 18-year-old young man.

"Roar, roar, roar!" A low roar sounded at the Emirates Stadium. After noticing this scene, more than 50,000 Arsenal fans issued warnings in unison. They must put pressure on the referee.

The referee suddenly felt as if he was in hell, surrounded by countless ghosts. He hesitated and walked to Maher, but ultimately did not raise the yellow card in his hand.

"Last warning!"

"Aahh!" cheers rang out, followed by applause, and the fans also knew to provide emotional value to the referee at the appropriate time.

Mahel breathed a sigh of relief and turned to run to his position.

The Tottenham players were unwilling again and surrounded the referee. Finally, the game was not restarted until the 4-minute injury time card was raised.

"Oh!"

In the 48th minute of the game, Rosicky suddenly shot the ball to Van Persie, who was standing between the opponent's defense line and midfield.

Van Persie stopped the ball smoothly and turned around, and found that Tottenham was careless in this wave of defense, so he passed the ball to Walcott diagonally.

"Boom!"

The little tiger ran up quickly, but still failed to get the ball and shoot in the first place. He could only settle for the second best and let the ball go to the outside, waiting for the opportunity to cross the ball.

Van Persie was a little regretful after seeing this scene. Why did he pass the ball too far?

Near the right penalty area line, Walcott was unable to turn around completely due to the pressure from the opposing players and made a curved cross.

"Oh!"

He could only twist his body in a moment of burst, touch the bottom of the football with his toes, and hit a backspin ball, trying to seek some height instead of speed.

The football rotated downward and flew straight towards the center of the penalty area.

Van Persie who entered the penalty area couldn't reach the ball, and Alexander Song who caught up with him in the middle couldn't catch up with the ball either.

The ball fell in Ledley King's defense area, and it seemed that he was about to clear the ball with a header.

"Boom!"

A sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, and outside the penalty area, Maher rushed towards the landing point of the football with unstoppable momentum.

He had been out of people's sight and no one noticed him just now.

But now, everyone saw him and felt the pressure from his full-speed sprint!

"Ledley King." Modric was right next to him. He looked at Ledley King who was about to collide with Maher and could not help but observe a moment of silence.

"Ah ah!"

When the football was about 2 meters away from landing point, Maher jumped directly with the forward inertia and hit Ledley King and the whistling football.

This was an extremely courageous charge. He threw himself completely out of the way, seemingly never thinking that he would lose the fight or even get hurt!
It's high-altitude bombing!

"boom!!"

"Bang!!"

Two muffled sounds were heard here, and people saw Maher knock down Ledley King heavily first, and then saw the latter fall to the ground at a faster speed just after he took off, like a kite with a broken string.

Immediately afterwards, we saw the football hit Maher's head and smash into the net with the force of thunder.

The angle is not tricky, but the force is so great that it makes people sigh!
"Yeah!!!" The ground of the Emirates Stadium began to shake, and the entire stand seemed to be swaying from side to side. More than 50,000 Arsenal fans were staring at the figure that fell to the ground as if they were on a pilgrimage.

"The king descends from the sky!" Someone shouted this sentence excitedly, which can represent the mood of Arsenal fans at the moment.

After Mahel landed, he didn't go anywhere. He just stood there, clenched his fists and beat his chest, "Vamos!!"

All the muscles in his body were tense, even the veins on his neck were clearly visible. It was a header that made him feel extremely liberated!

The most violent way to score a goal!
At his feet was Ledley King, who was rubbing his waist and pounding the floor in pain.

At this moment, he was undoubtedly the winner. He seemed to have turned into a flag, with Arsenal's classic red and white colors planted in the center of Tottenham's penalty area, declaring whose territory this was.

Two to zero!
Expand your advantage!

Although Tottenham players were extremely disgusted, they could not find any reason or courage to pull out the flag.

　This is the last lengthy game in February, but I’ll still write a little about the derby.

I saw someone asked me why I like longer chapters. If there are more updates, it does feel more comfortable and easier to write longer chapters. Now when I write short chapters, I think about the plot points of the small chapters, the ending of each chapter, etc. It feels like I write very slowly, and people don't find it smooth to read.

Wouldn’t it be better if we could see several relatively complete plot points in one update like we do now?
Of course, the number of words in a single chapter will not exceed this, this is almost the upper limit

　
(End of this chapter)