Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 58 The first hat trick!

"At this position! The king of long-range shots is coming!! Maher! Shoot with one kick!!"

The commentator held the microphone tightly to his lips. He didn't need to adjust his emotions. At this moment, he just had to follow the action on the field. "Can you hit the goal? The goalkeeper dives out, the ball is about to hit the crossbar!!"

As his voice suddenly changed, the crisp sound of iron hammering was heard from the dead silence at the scene.

"Bang!" The football hit the crossbar heavily, causing the entire goal to shake violently.

At a certain moment, the eyes of the Sheffield United players suddenly became dull and their hearts twitched, while the Doncaster players felt a sense of surprise as if they had survived a disaster, and even wanted to punch the air to celebrate at this not-so-glorious moment.

But the football did not bounce back into the penalty area, nor did it hit the crossbar and fly out of the bottom line.

It touched the bottom edge of the crossbar, and after missing the shot it still went towards the goal, first touching the ground, then bouncing back into the net!
It is rare to see a football hit the top of the net and make it protrude upwards!!
"Yeah!!" The first ones who couldn't hold back were the Sheffield United fans. They stood up quickly with red faces, threw their scarves and hats into the stands, and some even spilled their beer.

The foam and hops created rainbows in the stands, as brilliant as fireworks.

The ball went in!
Three to two!
They turned the score around!
"People often say don't fall in love with loan players, but look at him, how can you not?!"

"Hat trick! This is the kid's first hat trick in his career. It's a day worth remembering!"

"This is also a day worth remembering for us. It's been a long time since we've experienced such a wonderful comeback, a last-minute winner!"

"I can't stand it anymore. I feel like vomiting from yelling."

They all shouted in unison, many blew whistles and beat drums, and the people holding team flags in the front row of the stands waved their arms left and right, dancing the flags vigorously.

"Oh!" At the edge of the field, Gary Speed ​​jumped up instantly, not only his body took off, but his emotions also took off.

This was a pleasure no less than scoring the winning goal. The memory of the dead struck his mind, and he seemed to be recalling his time as a player.

Without any scruples, he just ran along the coaching area with his arms spread out, accidentally rushing to the opponent's coaching bench, causing dissatisfaction among several opponent assistant coaches. Fortunately, he ran back before the opponent rushed over.

At this moment, everything disappeared, leaving only the feeling of ecstasy.

The sigh of relief was finally achieved, and all the expectations that were almost dashed were satisfied!
On the court, the fiery atmosphere engulfed the place, and even the referee who was supposed to remain sober felt a little lost.

He didn't know whether to blow the whistle or do anything else, so he could only look to the linesman nearby for help.

The person on the other side quickly looked at him, nodded slightly, and rushed along the sideline towards the center circle, indicating that the goal was definitely valid.

"Beep!!"

The referee then pointed his finger at the center circle with certainty, turned and left, with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

Everyone at Doncaster collapsed. Their fans sat there like petrified, unable to even curse. It was as if they were under a spell and had lost all ability to move.

Soon, some players fell to the ground with their heads buried in their arms, some fell backwards and covered their faces with their hands, and others either put their hands on their hips and lowered their heads, or stood still, as if all the energy in their bodies had been drained.

Despite this, they are unable to take over the main perspective of others.

They are destined to be just a backdrop, highlighting the victor's more majestic figure.

"Oh!" Maher opened his mouth and roared, but he only released a trace of joy. He ran to the edge of the field, jumped high, waved his right arm, and celebrated with a rising dragon punch.

The first hat trick in his career, the 8th goal in the league, they are all here!
As a striker, he had certainly fantasized about the circumstances under which he would complete a hat trick, but none of them were as exciting and exciting as this one.

He made a comeback from 2-0 down to 3-0 down, turned the tide all by himself and won the game!

His body temperature quickly rose, and he felt like he was the only one left in the field, and then he felt like he was the focus of many people's attention. After high-fiving and hugging his teammates, his brain hadn't cooled down yet, and he clenched his fists and shouted a few more times.

He is not the kind of person who loses his temper, it's just that this really feels good.

After this goal, the game was nearing its end, and the Doncaster players lost their will to resist and just wanted to kill time with Sheffield United.

Gary Speed ​​was afraid that there might be more changes, so he used his substitution quota and replaced Maher.

"Clap, clap, clap." The applause rang out again, and Sheffield United fans in the South Stand raised their hands like pilgrims, paying the highest respect to their heroes.

Unexpectedly, there were sporadic applause from the other three stands at this moment.

As for Doncaster fans, many have accepted the defeat and are focusing their attention on Maher, who is undoubtedly a respectable and admirable opponent who deserves their heartfelt applause.

Opponent fans applaud!

The smile on Maher's face became even brighter and he clapped his hands towards the Doncaster fans. It was a special feeling, a special experience.

Everything was imprinted so clearly on his mind that he would never forget this moment.

"How can I praise you?"

Gary Speed ​​was waiting for him off the court, and with a flushed face, he stretched out his right hand toward him, "Forgive my lack of words, I just hope you can feel my emotions."

Jolson stood aside with a silly smile and did not come up. After such a game, he seemed to have no idea what to say.

“Perfect day!”

Maher laughed and sighed, then he and Gary Speed ​​shook hands and hugged each other, "This month's award is mine again."

After the game, Maher first won the best player of the game, and then he stood in front of the billboard again to be interviewed.

"This is not just my victory, it's the victory of the whole team."

He said sincerely: "My teammates helped me a lot. They are an indispensable part of the team and they work hard to contribute to the team.

“Of course, I am also grateful for my efforts in training, haha
"All in all, I am very happy with the result. Which striker can refuse a hat trick?"

He held the best player crystal cup in his left hand and today's match ball in his right hand, which was an additional prize for scoring three goals in a single game.

The reporters were silent for a while. After this round of games, Maher's statistics reached 8 goals and 8 assists, which was very close to the double 10 small goals he mentioned at the beginning of the season.

What’s even more terrible is how many rounds and how much time did it take Maher?

If he continues to play like this, wouldn't he be at the top of both the scorer and assist lists?

"congratulations."

Finally, a reporter from the 442 column sighed: "After the hat trick, from tomorrow on, both the Championship to you and you to the Championship will be different from before."

"nature."

Maher was not modest, he was in high spirits, "After this round, the Championship will be my league."

(End of this chapter)