Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 57: The best player in the Championship?

“7 goals and 8 assists!”

Maher didn't pose for long before he felt someone hugging him hard. It was Gilbert's excited voice: "God, are you a loan player or the best player in the Championship?"

"He is the best player in the Championship right now."

Evans, who had picked up an assist, arrived second and stretched out his hands towards them. "I looked at Sean Long's stats yesterday. He has scored 1 goals this season, but Maher now has 14!"

Sean Long is a player from Reading and is currently recognized as the strongest player in the English Championship. He is only 23 years old and is considered to be very talented.

In the past, when Sheffield United players thought of him, they would mostly admire his ability, praise his talent, and envy his future. That was an insurmountable gap in their hearts.

But now it seems that their little brother Maher is ahead of him in all aspects.
For a moment, these people were filled with excitement and complexity. How should they face Mael?
Should he be proud of having the opportunity to be teammates with such a player, and shamelessly say that Sean Long is nothing special; or should he honestly put Maher in a higher position and give him more respect than Sean Long?

It seems like, none of them are right?

"Turning the tide!"

Januhans came up and sighed, then smiled and reminded everyone, "Mael has scored two goals to tie the score. We should not spend too much time celebrating. We should hurry up and overtake the score, otherwise we will be sorry for him."

"Yes."

Gilbert gave him a thumbs up and then ran towards their own half with Maher.

Along the way, they passed by countless Doncaster players with heavy faces and surprised looks. These people must have felt bad.

What is even more uncomfortable for Doncaster players is that the player who put them in the lead and made them extremely nervous at the moment is only 17 years old.

What a great age. His future must be in the top league.

"correct."

Gilbert ran a few steps and suddenly remembered something: "In my contract, there is a contract that my salary will increase to 15k if I score 20 goals. Do you have the same contract?"

Maher looked at him with a faint smile and spread his hands helplessly: "Sorry, I'm going to join the 2 pounds per week 'club' ahead of schedule."

"You deserve to die." Gilbert's excitement was mostly gone, and he was almost shedding a few tears of unwillingness.

"Beep!"

After the game restarted, Doncaster retreated across the board, showing a defensive attitude.

Sheffield United's morale has obviously reached its peak, and no one is stupid enough to fight them head-on at this time.

victory?

They don't want it anymore, just keep 1 and get nothing.

"Ugh, huh, huh" This obviously made their fans very disappointed. The joyful singing and cheering at the beginning of the game turned into boos, and some people even shook their hands and left early, cursing.

The Doncaster coach no longer dared to look directly at the gazes from the fan section. He could only stand on the sidelines and hurriedly direct the defense.

Want to keep peace is already like this.

If he really was defeated 2-0 and 3-0, how would he be scolded after the game?

"Back to defense! Come back!"

He paced back and forth, ignoring the fourth official's obstruction, "Run a few more steps, there are still more than ten minutes! Hold on, hold your breath!

"Seal the return line! How could he be picked out from that position? What are you thinking?
"Two points! Two points! If you can't grab two points, you will be forced to defend, which is even more tiring!"

Following his call, the Doncaster players gradually woke up and started to defend with one mind.

Especially after several successful defenses, they clapped their hands, roared, and bumped their chests to encourage each other, and the momentum lost in the offense was regained in the defense.

It is not easy for a team like this to lose the ball.

In the Sheffield United coaching bench, Gary Speed ​​stood in the coaching area with his hands in his trouser pockets, without moving back and forth. He had a stern expression, and there was still some hope in the depths of his eyes, but it was slowly weakening.

He did not celebrate the previous goal because from the moment he tied the score, he began to look forward to the goal that would reverse the score.

Every Sheffielder knows that that is the time to pour out all your emotions!
Just looking at the opponent's posture, it seems that they are destined to defend to the end. Can they overtake the score? "Huh." Gary Speed ​​exhaled and looked at the watch. With each tick of the second hand, he became more anxious and nervous.

The feeling of having your hopes dashed is also not pleasant, and sometimes it is even worse than failure.

People are like this, they are never satisfied. This has nothing to do with identity or status, it is more likely a state of mind.

As a player himself, Gary Speed ​​has always liked comeback victories, and he has experienced it many times. As for equalizing the score, although it is not bad, it always feels like it is just a little short of it. It would be a pity if he didn't make it.

"Oh!"

Maher made a cross from the wing, and after seeing the opponent's defender jump up to clear the ball, he held his knees to rest for a while, then turned and ran.

He could feel the tense atmosphere on the court, and both his opponents and teammates were in this mood.

There was very little communication between the players on the field, and everyone was on high alert and couldn't relax.

Time slowly passed 85 minutes, and the physical fitness of players on both sides declined to varying degrees. Doncaster also seized two opportunities to launch quick counterattacks in the moment of ball possession change and completed a shot, but unfortunately he failed to control the height.

"Oh!"

In the 88th minute of the game, Sheffield defender Steven made a long pass to the head of center forward Bolodanovic.

It was obvious that Borodanovic was unable to jump up, and his height advantage was not taken advantage of. The opponent's defender knocked the ball back to a position near midfield from behind.

Gilbert, who had always fantasized that he had the physique to dominate the air, jumped up and headed the ball back to the front of the penalty area, but was again blocked by the opponent's defender and kicked the ball out.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

An aerial tug-of-war unfolded like this. The ball had few chances to land on the ground, and both sides went back and forth, neither wanting to let the other take control of the ball.

By the time Gilbert caught the ball and stopped it, the fourth official on the sidelines had already raised the injury time card, adding 2 minutes to the second half.

Last 2 minutes!
Gilbert originally wanted to pass the ball back, but after a tense moment of nerves, he suddenly chose to pull the ball back and launch an attack on Doncaster's defense line.

In the Arsenal youth team, he was famous for his attacking ability. After coming to the Championship team, due to lack of confidence, he rarely chose to dribble the ball so firmly.

But this time, he wants to try!

Gilbert dribbled the ball, changed direction, and suddenly accelerated to break through the defensive player who was sticking to him.

After observing that the opponent's center was crowded with people, he subconsciously went to the left side, swaying left and right. Although he staggered, he dazzled the Doncaster midfielders and backcourt players.

"near!"

Someone in Doncaster's back line took command, and three or four people approached Gilbert.

He continued forward, attracted the defense of the opponent's right back, and saw Mahel running towards the middle.

"Bang." Gilbert lightly touched the ball with the outside of his foot, and the football passed the defender in front of him and slipped to the middle position.

His mission is accomplished!

Maher quickly followed and dribbled the ball to the center of the penalty area in one step. He glanced at the goal and he had never felt his feet so itchy.

"Beat it!" Gilbert egged on, his leg muscles tensed in anticipation of celebration.

Most of the other Sheffield United players felt the same way. Some were afraid of blocking Mahel's shooting line and took emergency measures to avoid danger, some were afraid of interference from the opponent and made pick-and-rolls, and some clenched their fists and widened their eyes.

Gary Speed ​​on the sidelines finally moved. He took his hands out of his pockets, clasped them in front of his chest, ready to take off at any time.

Everything was pushing Mahel to take his signature long shot. The momentum was already here, and he did not disappoint anyone.

"Bang!!"

After taking a deep breath, Maher gritted his teeth, moved his body, swung his left arm back, straightened his right ankle, and kicked out hard, while pressing his body forward at the moment of shooting.

Everyone fell silent at this moment, which made the sound of his shot resound throughout the stadium and reach everyone's ears, and countless expectant eyes followed the football.

ps: Using the photo of Zhang Liverpool's team's volley, this is a very standard and perfect shooting action.

(End of this chapter)