Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 46: A direct free kick! A sold-out collection!
"Form a human wall! Six people are needed!"

Portsmouth goalkeeper Ashton got busy, waving his hands to adjust the angle of the wall. "Left! Keep going, a little more! Too much, half a step to the right! Good!"

He came from Reading's youth training and played in the Premier League in the early stages of his career. Later, he was unable to adapt to the competition in the Premier League and spent the second half of his career playing for Championship teams.

It can be said that this is an experienced goalkeeper.

He will not be careless and underestimate the enemy. This free kick is about 25 meters away from the goal. This distance, which is neither too close nor too far, is most suitable for long shots.

Before the game, when the head coach introduced Maher, he said that he had a superb long-range shot.

"bring it on."

He lowered his center of gravity, prepared to defend against heavy artillery, and at the same time guarded against Mahel's sudden change of strategy and shooting with a lob shot.

As for the other party choosing to pass the ball?

He would not worry about this, because the six-man wall is not a real wall, it is not that rigid. Their positions also mark the offside line, so the opponent will not cross the line to receive the ball.

Once Maher wants to attack unexpectedly, his teammates should react instantly and spread out their formation to mark the player.

"call"

Ashitang took a deep breath and saw that Mahel had started to run.

"Oh" At this time, he also heard the excited voices of Sheffield United fans on the sidelines, and some of them seemed to be unable to control themselves.

They really hoped that the goal they were guarding would be penetrated by the young boy in front of them!
Ashdown smiled lightly. What a goalkeeper likes to do most is, of course, to crush other people's hopes, to see others holding their heads in regret, and to hear the applause of his own fans.

"Hit it!"

In front of the penalty area, Gilbert clenched his fists, hoping that his good friend could cheer up the group.

The atmosphere is like this, just one goal away!

Most of the others were also gritting their teeth in anticipation. They stared at the football with their eyes wide open, hoping to see it hit the net at the next moment.

"Bang!!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Maher kicked. He stretched his body to the extreme, swung his legs to the limit of flexibility, and then shot the ball out with all his strength.

A cloud of debris spread out where the football had been, dirt and short grass rising from the ground and scattering in all directions, demonstrating the power of the kick.

The football went straight over the wall of players and six Portsmouth players jumped high to try to block the ball.

"suffer!!"

Goalkeeper Ashidang shouted, then lowered his center of gravity a few points and judged where the football would land.

He relaxed a little when he saw that the ball seemed to land right on the top of the Portsmouth wall. The ball should have been intercepted.

But then, I don’t know if someone was afraid of the speed of the ball or tilted his body!
The football actually passed through the wall and flew into the near corner of the goal!

In a flash, Ashton didn't even have time to complain, and he turned his head to the left instinctively with a numb face.

"Shhh!!"

The football hit the net, and the residual force caused it to spin violently and then fall.

After changing his center of gravity several times within one second, he lost his strength again and soon fell to the ground in a very twisted posture.

He closed his eyes because he knew that what was coming was an earth-shaking roar.

He failed to crush the fans' hopes, but just became a part of the play between Maher and the fans and a background board.

"Yeah!!" Countless hands were raised from the stands, and countless people threw their hats and other light objects out of the stands to vent their emotions.

Gary Speed ​​on the sidelines stood up again and rushed to the fourth official, roaring at the fourth official who had just ignored him, "Come on! Come on!"

He pounded his chest with his fist. In this hot atmosphere like a heat wave, even he, who was usually so calm, began to attack indiscriminately.

He seemed to be saying, if there is no red card, then punish them with a goal!
Everything fell into place, and when the team needed a goal, it came!
One to zero!

Maher scores with a long shot!
"Oh--!" Maher roared and ran to the sidelines. He was the one who hit the ball, so he naturally saw who missed the ball.

In the middle of the celebration, he turned his head and looked at Michael Brown, who had just sparked the conflict, and said with a smile: "It turns out that you guys are just good at talking, but when you really get on the field, you don't dare to use your face to catch the ball for the team."

This is not moral kidnapping. Professional players are physically strong and have no idea how many times they have been hit by the football since they were young.

Most people are not afraid of being hit by a football. A hit to the face is even less painful than a hit to the abdomen or ribs.

But Michael Brown still hid. He was instinctively afraid when he saw the football rushing towards his face.

Maher did not give the angry Michael Brown any chance to start a conflict. He came to the sidelines, jumped high, made a side kick, and kicked the corner flagpole to celebrate.

All the anger and repression were released in this kick. He got goose bumps and the secretion of adrenaline made him feel like a superman.

3 goals and 4 assists!

So far in his career, he has created 7 goals!
This is not a stadium that suppresses him, but a stadium that releases him, and he will eventually land in the Premier League from here.

Bar Street, in Kodor's old shop.

"Mael was standing on the penalty spot, ready to take the free kick. We all know that he has a high success rate and can cause a lot of trouble for the goalkeeper every time."

Hundreds of fans gathered here, with an attendance of over a hundred people, and they were all staring at the TV screen.

"The camera is on Ashdown, an excellent goalkeeper. This time he will compete with Maher! Maher, start running up and shoot!!"

Kodor had raised his hands when Mahel started running. It must be his intuition that was playing tricks on him.

"The ball goes in! Goal!! A wonderful free kick directly into the goal, Maher! Scored the third goal of the season, still the signature long-range cannon!"

"Oh!" Cheers rang out in the bar. Because it was a closed space, the shouts of hundreds of people still roared out with the momentum of thousands of troops.

Many people clapped their hands, many picked up their wine glasses and banged them on the table, and everyone's emotions instantly reached a climax.

"Mael!"

Someone called out, picking up the scarf they had bought when they first came in.

This action seemed to remind everyone, and someone immediately stood up and walked towards the bar where Kodor was.

"I want a scarf!"

"Our table is only 79 pounds away from 300 pounds, order all stout for me."

"I want a wine jug! I want to take it home and treasure it!"

This time, someone was actually willing to buy a wine jug. In fact, wine collecting has always been a common hobby all over the world.

But before, they didn't think that a bottle of wine with Maher's signature had any special meaning, and thought it would be better to buy practical items.

But at the height of this emotion, some people feel it is valuable!

A player who made his debut at Sheffield United and has a promising future, a player who can lift their spirits at any time.

How can it be worthless?

"If Sheffield United produces a young player like Maher in the future, I will definitely take out this bottle of wine and treat him to a drink."

Someone bought a wine jug and held it in his hand and laughed.

Some even imitated him and said after getting the wine jug: "If Maher can become a big star in the future, I will keep this wine forever."

"When I have a child in the future, if he can join the youth training team, I will definitely take it out and pour him a glass."

There were many whistles and the people at the scene seemed to be very supportive of the two men.

With everyone rushing to buy, the 25 copies limited to purchase this week were quickly sold out, and Kodor could only explain in front of the stage.

"Everyone come back next week. I believe Maher will still be able to give us a good experience next week."

He raised the glass in his hand, drank it all, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

This activity seems to be done right!

Wait, if Maher really becomes a big star in the future, would I be considered his first brand?

Thinking about it this way, it was quite honorable. The old man's face soon became rosy again and he ran around the venue toasting and drinking.

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