Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 48 Breaking the door!

"January 28, 2019-2021: It's a great pass from Januhans! Sheffield United broke through Portsmouth's defense. Their defense on the left was a mess today, which was also the reason for the last goal lost!
"Mael carries the ball! It goes in, can he make a shot?!"

The Sky Sports commentator stood up with the fans and observed the situation on the field. "The best way to shoot this ball is to use the arch of the foot, shoot from close range, and make sure the ball rolls steadily into the far corner.

"But when it comes to Maher, it's hard to say. We all know that he likes to use heavy artillery to solve problems!"

Just as he finished speaking, Maher took a small step sideways with the ball, stretched his body and made preparations for the shot.

No push shot!

This pre-swing has told everyone that he is going to kick the ball towards the goal!
"A violent volley! Ashton had no choice but to score, the ball went in! 3-0, Maher scored his second goal of the day!
"He played brilliantly, I even felt some Batistuta style from him, this was a typical Batistuta goal!!
"At such a close distance, he really dares to hit! He really dares to hit!!"

On the football field, as Maher nailed the ball heavily into the side net, the scene became boiling again.

"Yeah!" The fans' cheers resounded through the sky, more people stood up to celebrate, and Gary Speed ​​even threw three consecutive punches on the sidelines.

However, what was unexpected was that Michael Brown, who had just chased back, pretended to be unable to stop the car and hit Maher heavily from behind.

Maher did not expect this situation. He was still thinking about celebrating when he was suddenly hit.

His body fell forward uncontrollably, and the joy and excitement of scoring twice instantly turned into anger.

You don't need to look, you can tell who hit him just by thinking with your feet.

He supported himself on the ground, stood up quickly, turned around and walked directly towards Michael Brown.

At this time, he would not consider whether he still had any cards on him. Since Michael Brown was not worried, he would not worry either.

"Go back to your mother's womb, old loach!"

He put all his strength into pushing Michael Brown, who just stumbled a few steps in defense, "Are you a man? If you still have an ounce of shame, you wouldn't be a bitch on the court!"

Soon someone came over and pulled him away from the scene, but he didn't care at first and continued to charge in the direction of Michael Brown.

It was not until he saw Gilbert coming over and saw the heaviness and hatred in the other's eyes that his attention was diverted.

"Gilbert, play well."

Maher was worried that Gilbert would retaliate later and risk suspension. "It's unnecessary to pay a higher price for this scoundrel. We will be the winners."

The referee came over blowing the whistle, and in order to prevent the situation from escalating, the linesman nearby also rushed into the field.

Michael Brown began to play dumb. He looked innocent, stood there with his hands spread out, and did not argue with anyone.

"Give him a yellow card, or I will appeal to the FA!"

Gary Speed ​​on the sidelines shouted, almost rushing into the field, "Wait for the suspension letter!"

The fans also realized that something was wrong at this time, and slowly stopped cheering, instead starting to boo and curse, with thousands of arms pointing at Michael Brown and the referee.

It can be clearly seen that the referee's face is full of pressure and hesitation.

He walked toward Michael Brown several times, toward Maher, but didn't pull out his cards.

When the best time to play a card had passed, he lowered his head and walked to the center circle, giving a final, silent response.

“Hit! Hit!!”

The sounds of dissatisfaction at the scene were about to drown out the entire stadium. Gary Speed's complaints disappeared in the noisy crowd. People could only see him shaking his hands, spitting and cursing.

There was no follow-up and the conflict ended just like that.

The calmed-down Maher stood on the left side of the center circle, glancing at Michael Brown from time to time.

No, he was not calm. In his mind, this matter was not over yet.

"Beep!"

When the referee blew the whistle to start the game again, when the Portsmouth center forward sent the ball from the center circle.

Maher clearly noticed that Gilbert rushed up at an unusual speed, passed the midfield position, and rushed to the striker's area. "Bang!" Portsmouth's full-back then kicked the ball to Michael Brown, who turned around after receiving the ball and was observing.

Gilbert suddenly accelerated, and his target was very obvious, either the ball at Brown's feet or Brown.

Maher's eyes widened, knowing what was about to happen there, he took a breath and prepared to shout, but before he could do so, Gilbert had already kicked out.

"Swish!" It was a very fierce scissors-leg sliding tackle. Gilbert's legs clamped and stabbed Brown's legs hard. The latter flew up almost instantly. This was the body's dodge instinct.

When Brown fell to the ground again, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle and lost sensation in his entire foot.

"Ah!" A scream resounded throughout the place. The 'ruthless guy' just now held his ankle with a bitter face, almost crying.

Maher stood there in a daze, even forgetting to breathe, and the entire stadium fell into silence for a second or two.

"Beep!!" The referee's whistle was particularly harsh. It was only then that people realized what had just happened.

"Oh!" Some people held their heads, shocked by Gilbert's choice.

"Good shovel!" Someone pointed at Brown and cursed him, and praised Gilbert.

"It's not a red card action!" Some people also pleaded for Gilbert in advance, waving their hands wildly.

Portsmouth's team doctor quickly entered the field and their players gathered around Michael Brown to ask him about his condition.

More Sheffield United players gathered around the referee, advising him not to give a red card, saying Gilbert did not mean it.

But whether Gilbert did it intentionally or not, everyone could see it.

"You, get down!"

The referee finally pulled out the red card without hesitation and ruled that Gilbert was sent off. "Let's wait for the FA's investigation and decision."

Gilbert had anticipated this. From the moment he stood up, he had no intention of staying on the court and turned directly towards the player tunnel.

Ruin your brothers' celebration and still looking for trouble?

Then he must be slain.

This matter started with him and ended with him.

He walked away in a very cool manner, without looking back or talking to anyone.

Michael Brown was eventually carried off on a stretcher and Portsmouth replaced him with a midfielder.

At this time, Gary Speed ​​directly replaced Maher for protection purposes.

"I want to go back to the locker room and see him."

Maher asked Gary Speed ​​for permission and walked back to the locker room through the player tunnel in advance.

Gilbert was sitting alone in a corner, taking off his sneakers. When he saw him come in, he smiled brightly: "Do you want to say that I was impulsive? Or that I am unprofessional and ruined other people's jobs?
"I don't think so. If he stays on the court, both of us will be at risk. It's okay if I get injured, but if you get injured because of this, or if you retaliate against him by getting suspended, I will feel even worse."

He said what he had prepared, expecting Mahel's approval of this action.

But Maher shook his head and walked over to sit next to him. "I didn't mean to say those words. If you must comment, I would say that you were very handsome just now."

Very handsome?

Gilbert looked up and smiled.

Maher placed a hand on his shoulder and waited quietly for the game to end.

After this kick, the relationship between the two of them has become different from before. This will be a new stage.

ps: Ten Hag’s remarks after the game were outrageous.

(End of this chapter)