Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 49 I support you!
"Oh!"

The two of them hadn't stayed there for long when they heard an overwhelming cheer coming from outside, which shook the ground and the walls under their feet.

They are inside the stadium with the fan section right above their heads, so it is normal to have such a feeling.

Maher listened carefully and smiled: "It was our goal, it must be."

Gilbert nodded in agreement, a sound that the visiting fans could not make.

"Yeah!" More than ten minutes later, another voice came, as majestic as the last time.

Obviously, it was the shouting of the home team fans again.

They crushed Portsmouth and won a big victory at home!
Maher's expression changed several times, and finally he sighed, "I still remember two months ago when I was at home, I also listened to the volume of the fans' cheers to judge whether it was the team's goal or the opponent's."

"Yes."

Gilbert also looked emotional, recalling that time, "Kevin was still there, and the two of us couldn't even make the roster. Who would have thought that we would be experiencing all of this as a witness now."

"Not just an eyewitness." As the two of them talked, Maher had no scruples and raised his eyebrows, saying, "He is still an eyewitness who has made contributions."

He scored 2 goals today and Gilbert also had 1 assist. In total, the two of them created 3 goals, accounting for all the goals before leaving the court.

From the previous perspective, this was incredible.

No one expected that the two of them could walk so fast, not even themselves.

"So, if we sit here, we can be considered to have retired with honor and success?"

Gilbert laughed a few times, then slowly turned serious again. He took a breath and sighed, "I just don't know where we will stop."

He was afraid that everything before his eyes was just an illusion and would suddenly disappear when he woke up one day.

Mahel had no answer to his question, and he had no idea where he would stop.

Never stop?

That seemed unlikely, but he wanted to go further.

In this country that belongs to football, he hopes that he can stand at the highest point and experience the grandeur of overlooking all the mountains. That is the highest pursuit of a player.

"We win and we are number one!"

Just as I was thinking about it, a rustic British celebration song came from outside, "Put on your shoes, wipe off the dirt on your body and go home and cry--!"

The sound of cheerful footsteps was heard, and the Sheffield United players pushed the door and walked back to the locker room, raising their hands high to celebrate.

They did not give Mahel and Gilbert, who had caused trouble today, any chance to speak. They pulled them up equally and started dancing a dance they had created.

Are you sad, sighing, or comforting them?

There is no joy like celebrating. If you win, don’t worry about so many things. Just have fun first!
Maher shook his shoulders, swung his hips, and laughed as he joined the celebration.

Only then did he feel immersed in the happy atmosphere.

After this game, his statistics have reached 4 goals and 4 assists, and he has created 8 goals so far this season!
The time for the next salary increase is almost 15 goals!
Such a performance would surely quickly attract the attention of Professor Wenger, who had already tiptoed from the springboard, waiting to bounce up.

"Five to zero! Portsmouth lost their way! A shutout win!"

The captain of the team, Robert, held up his gloves and said, "I saved at least two of their great scoring opportunities. If the game is slow, you must buy me a drink!"

Many people agreed, and even the team's assistant coach, Jolson, pointed at him and said with a smile: "No one else invited you, so I'll treat you!"

Another round of cheers rang out, and the sound only faded a little when head coach Gary Speed ​​pushed the door open and walked in from outside.

Everyone turned to look at him, knowing that he was about to say something.

Gary Speed ​​was very straightforward, he came to Gilbert and said, "From the team's perspective, it was a stupid and reckless move, a move that went against professional ethics.

"But from a personal perspective, I support you, and I think Maher will too." Maher looked at him and nodded, and listened to him continue: "I will use all my connections to put pressure on the English Football Association and try to impose the lightest punishment possible, but you will definitely not be able to escape, understand?"

"Thanks, boss. I understand." Gilbert smiled brightly, put one hand in front of his forehead and raised his eyebrows to indicate that he was fine.

Gary Speed ​​turned around and looked around. His serious expression suddenly turned into a smile. "Continue your party. You deserve it. Maher, come with me to the post-match press conference."

"Oh!" Cheers broke out again, and the players sang the song again. Many people closed their eyes and enjoyed it all.

Maher followed Gary Speed ​​out and walked with him to the post-game press conference room.

On the way, Gary Speed ​​didn't tell him anything, probably because he believed that he wouldn't talk nonsense.

Bar Street, Kodor Shop.

The joy of the 5-0 passionate victory spread here, and most of the fans were already drunk and talking nonsense loudly.

"I tell you, when I was 16, I had the same talent as Mahre Gilbert and I was in the youth training at Reading!"

“You can’t do that.”

At this time, a press conference scene appeared on TV. Maher and Gary Speed ​​were sitting in the main seats, with densely packed cameras below.

"Congratulations to Maher for being elected the best player of the game again. This is the commemorative trophy. I'm sorry to hand it to you here only now. You should have gone back to the locker room by then." A staff member took out a small crystal cup.

At this moment, many fans raised their glasses and toasted in the direction of Maher on TV.

It was obvious that they had already considered Maher one of their own and wanted to celebrate with him.

"Transfermarkt revealed yesterday that they will update the players' values ​​on September 9. How much do you think your value will increase?" A reporter stood up and asked this question.

While Maher was still thinking, the fans in the bar had already answered for him.

"Five million euros!"

"four million!"

"No, eight million euros!"

"Wrong! There is a team that wants Mahel for 8 million euros. Do you think Arsenal will let him go?"

"Transfermarkt is authoritative, but the price they offer is far from the player's true value. I guess it's around 5 million euros."

They were talking so much that the others couldn't even hear Maher's own answer. They just saw him smiling, as if he was joking.

Kodor, who was sitting at the front desk, did not tell anyone this. His target price was around 6 to 7 million Euros.

"Go home and cry!" A loud and orderly singing came from outside the door.

Kodor turned his head and saw the celebrating team who had just finished watching the game in the stadium. Their faces were flushed and many of them had hoarse voices.

After seeing that there was a bar holding an event with Maher, many people walked towards this place and asked about the autographed gifts as soon as they came in.

"Mael performed so well today. It's worth spending a hundred pounds on him!"

"I want one too, old man. Give me one now."

"And I!"

They started shouting, creating a new wave of chaos and noise.

Ke Daoer smiled bitterly and waved his hands. He now also had happy troubles. "No more. The purchase limit is 25 copies per week. You can come back later."

Many people left in disappointment, but quite a few stayed and filled the empty tables.

Maher's influence has spread here, this is a very successful micro-endorsement, and he has proved that he can be loved by the fans.

(End of this chapter)