Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 39 Heavy artillery in the restricted area!
Shortly after this goal, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half of the game.

Sheffield United went into halftime with a 3-0 lead, their first of the season.

The players were in high spirits and walked off the field in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing.

"One goal and one assist. You are definitely the best player of this game."

Gilbert walked beside Maher, his face full of envy, "How do you train normally? How did you improve so quickly?"

In the more than eight months that he has known Maher, he has watched Maher go from being unable to play in the youth team to suddenly coming to his senses and being loaned out by Sheffield United, and now to his amazing performance and scoring two goals in the first half!
Even though he trained with Maher every day, and even though he improved quickly, compared to Maher, there was really a huge gap.

"Just practicing casually." Maher laughed it off.

"What is the best for him?"

A voice came from behind. It was from the smiling Bolodanovic. He seemed very happy and confident after scoring the goal. "Maybe I can score two more and get a hat trick."

"Then we have to rely on Maher's pass?"

Gilbert put one arm around Maher and the other around Bolodanovic, "His crosses are first-rate in the Championship."

"That makes sense." Borodanovic nodded. As a center forward, he really had to point to Maher.

He rubbed against Maher and flattered him: "Let me wash your sneakers. I'm an excellent hand at it."

"Goodbye." Maher smiled and shook his head, and it was better to wash his sneakers himself.

As the three of them were talking, they came in front of the spirited Gary Speed, who seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

"One goal and three assists in two games. You are heading for the Player of the Month award."

Gary Speed ​​came up and held Maher's hand tightly, then he pulled him over and hugged him with a red face, "I am lucky to have young talents like you."

"It's too early to tell." Maher waved his hand modestly, but he was actually quite interested.

For a young player like him who is just starting out, winning the monthly best player award would be a milestone in his career.

He set this goal and decided to work towards it.

Gary Speed ​​received the other players, and Maher went into the locker room to have a good rest. The game was not over yet, and he still had to strive for better results and performance.

"OhleOhleOhle!"

The second half of the game started in full swing amid the cheers of the fans. The two sides exchanged venues and started a new round of fighting.

I don't know what kind of magic potion Rands gave to Preston players, but they launched a series of offensive climaxes in the opening stage.

"Oh!"

First, their winger performed a classic inside shot, and after the ball was saved by goalkeeper Robert, it fell into the feet of Preston players.

The player didn't say anything and just passed the ball directly.

Steven barely managed to get the football out after falling to the ground, but unexpectedly it ended up falling at the opponent's feet.

"Bang bang!"

Preston made a wonderful two-pass combination on the wing, tearing open Sheffield's defense, and then made another high cross.

The ball was headed by Preston's center forward and whizzed towards the goal.

With a "pop" sound, goalkeeper Robert bravely saved the ball and saved the team.

Preston wins a corner.

"suffer!"

Gary Speed's anxious voice came from the sidelines. He pointed at his brain with both hands, signaling the players to concentrate, "Two points! Pay attention to the two-point ball protection!"

The defenders nodded and waved their hands silently to show that they had taken note, but their brains were still groggy and they were a little dazed by these three moves at the beginning of the second half.

Preston took a corner kick quickly and the ball flew towards the far post.

Robert still wanted to save the team, so he chose to attack and grab the ball, but the ball was too high and spinning too fast, so it slipped past his fingertips. "Bang!"

The Preston center back who was lurking at the back point jumped high and smashed a powerful header, and the football flew into the empty goal without any suspense.

The ball went in!
Three to one!

Preston scored a goal!
"Oh!" Thousands of Preston fans who traveled to Bramall Lane burst into a faint cheer, and they saw a little hope again.

The Preston center back who scored the goal ran towards the goal, picked up the ball, tucked it under his armpit and ran back.

There is still time, they can still fight for victory!

"Ah" Gary Speed ​​sat back in disappointment on the sidelines. The opponent still scored a goal. He thought he had a chance of winning with a shutout.

Just accept it. There are too many imperfections in life. Be content as long as you are ahead.

"Oh!"

Evans kicked the ball from the center circle, the game returned to normal, and Sheffield United players rushed into the opponent's half.

This time, they chose a change of rhythm. Instead of just passing the ball back with a long foot, Januhans suddenly turned around and cut in from the middle with the ball.

They wanted to catch their opponents off guard in this way.

This was not something they had specially trained for, it only came from the conversation they had just had.

This is how football is, you have to try every possible way to find changes, even if it means taking some risks.

Januhans' change was successful. Before the opponent could react, he dribbled the ball across the center line and maintained a high-speed momentum.

"Oh!"

After reaching the frontcourt, he passed the ball to Ward on the other side, who got a one-on-one opportunity with the opponent's full-back.

"come on!"

"Pass it out!"

Many Sheffield United players entered the penalty area, waiting for the opponent's pass, including Maher.

Ward did not disappoint everyone. He successfully created an angle and passed the ball to the middle.

But Preston's high school defender got in position and kicked the ball out with the arch of his foot.

As luck would have it, the ball landed on the side of Evans' head who was very close to him, and the ball changed its trajectory and slipped into the penalty area.

A line of players wearing red and white striped jerseys appeared on the football line, as if they had been waiting for this opportunity as soon as Preston High School's defender kicked the ball.

"Bang!!"

He got ready, drew his bow and arrow, and fired a powerful shot towards the goal.

Even though the distance was very close, he still used unreasonable heavy artillery to bombard the goal!

In an instant, the football flew off the ground and hit the net firmly, making a clear and pleasant sound, "Shua!"

The ball went in again!

Four to one!

"Beep!" The referee raised his right hand and pointed to the center circle, indicating that the goal was valid.

"Yeah!" The home fans instantly came out of the silence after losing the ball and fell into ecstatic carnival again.

Gary Speed, who had been sitting back in the coaching booth in a depressed mood, jumped up and punched again before his butt even got comfortable, "Ah!"

This time, his voice was filled with enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)