Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 78 Take it! ! Gary Speed ​​throws five consecutive punches! [500 monthly tickets for extra chapter]

"Jay Simpson kicked the ball out of the center circle and knocked it back to the center back! He chose to pass it long to the wing, but the ball was lost!
"Sheffield United are in control now, they have the ball and pass it back to organize the team!
"Ward received the ball and made a long diagonal pass to find an empty space on the left, and Lowton took the ball away! He passed it back again, which was not easy to attack. The opponent cut off Maher's receiving route!"

On the field, after a series of ball possession changes, Sheffield United passed the ball back and took control.

They were not in a hurry and waited patiently for the opportunity to attack.

At this time, if you lose the ball due to rashness, it is very likely that the opponent will score a goal in a crazy mood, which is something no one wants to see.

"Come on, oppress!"

"Go, go, go!"

The Hull City players, wearing dark yellow jerseys, charged forward under the command of their captain, using their last bit of strength to press high.

"Here they come! Watch out behind you!"

"Here here!"

The Sheffield United players were highly focused, everyone was observing the situation and reminding their teammates to handle the ball more reasonably.

Everyone has a strong desire to hold the ball, which is rare. In important games, players are often afraid to hold the ball for fear of mistakes.

Unless, everyone wants to do something!
"Sheffield United substitutions! No. 10 and No. 17 off!"

In the 78th minute of the game, the voice of the live DJ announcer sounded and Sheffield United made a substitution.

Gilbert, who scored one goal, and Januhans, who was about to suffer cramps, were substituted by Montgomery and Mark Artes.

By withdrawing two midfielders and replacing them with a midfielder and a winger who played as a guest midfielder, it was obvious that Gary Speed ​​wanted to strengthen the attack.

But let’s be honest, there are certain risks.

Gilbert and Januhans ran off the field, each with different expressions of frustration, and both wanted to play a little longer.

"Leave it to my teammates."

Gary Speed ​​sensed their disappointment, chuckled and high-fived them, "Trust them, they'll get good results for us."

When he said this, he tried hard to suppress his nervousness. In fact, he was still under a lot of pressure, and the area around his eyebrows and temples was tense all the time.

At Bramall Lane, on a day like this, a draw is a loss.

"Hopefully."

Gilbert nodded, sat on the bench with Januhans, and put on a long-sleeved cotton jacket.

On the court, Lowton threw the ball out of bounds, and Montgomery, who had just come on the court, kicked the ball back to him with a "bang", and he swept forward and swept to Maher's control area.

Maher took a step back to receive the ball and turned around just in time to see the opponent's wing-back rushing towards him.

He took a step to the right, then dribbled the ball to the baseline, trying to use his speed to break through the opponent.

Unexpectedly, the wing-back was quite fast and kept following beside him, only about half a body length behind him.

"Snap!" Maher made a sudden stop after a spike and suddenly went towards the middle.

There are more defenders there, and it is more difficult to break through the opponent's defense, but he wants to give it a try!
Otherwise, it would be even harder to perform if someone stuck to you on the wing.

After cutting inside, the wing-back was unable to catch up immediately due to his tall stature and slow turning.

This gave Maher time to handle the ball. He looked up and observed the running positions of his teammates. When he found that there was no good opportunity, he lowered his head and focused all his attention on the football under his feet.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He quickly touches the ball with both feet, either dribbling or flicking it, often combining it with a stride or a bicycle move.

In fact, his breakthrough ability can only be said to be adequate, and is definitely not unpredictable and changeable. He is still far from being a truly powerful breakthrough player.

The only thing that gives him the confidence is his outstanding explosive power and confrontation ability!
If he had to find a template, he thought it was Traore, who later played for Wolves. He was such a small explosive player on the wing.

Of course, Traore's speed and strength at his peak should be at level 4.

He is still some distance away from that intensity, but he has a shot!
After creating a slight angle, Maher resolutely turned his body to the side and swung his legs smoothly towards the football.

"Bang!!"

There was a soft sound, and Maher could no longer see the net at the moment of shooting, as the defensive player in front of him blocked his view.

But he still shot it, he was confident that he could steal a little shooting angle through the arc!
Moreover, he could not see the net and the goalkeeper, and the goalkeeper could not see his specific shooting action, so he did not know where he was going to hit the ball.

The football drew a beautiful arc. The speed of the ball was not fast, but it reached the front of the goal in a flash!

Faint shouts of "Oh" were heard, and some Sheffield United fans stood up and shouted at the moment the shot was fired. They could no longer hold back their anger.

In front of the goal line, Mannone did not see Maher's movement, but as an experienced goalkeeper, he still put his focus on the left side.

Shots from this angle usually go to the far corner, which is the habit of forwards when shooting.

really!

He saw a football go past the defender's legs and hit the far corner.

"Hit!" Mannone was not careless and shouted as he dived towards the left side of the goal.

He didn't want to gamble whether the ball could be hit correctly, so he decided to save it first!

He was confident because he had done almost everything he could, prepared for a rainy day and responded quickly.

Until the moment his fingertips touched the football, his face suddenly turned pale and his heart skipped a beat.

Not encountered!
Just a touch!
The pride in Manno's heart quickly disappeared, replaced by regret and endless regret. He was just half a finger away from dragging the ball away.

Now, he had to close his eyes and wait for God's judgment the moment he landed. Everything that happened next on the field would tell him the answer.

"Yeah!!" Hysterical shouts rang out, sentencing Mannone to death, and also sentencing Hull City to death. The entire stadium fell into madness, and the earth seemed to shake.

For a moment, Mannone wished he could stay in the air forever so that he wouldn't have to face reality.

The boomerang hit him quickly!
It hurts his face!
After landing, he nervously waited for his teammates to rescue him, not wanting to be nailed to the pillar of shame by his opponent and accept the humiliation of the winner as the loser. But no one came up, and his teammates all lowered their heads and stood there in frustration.

Only the figure that Mannone least wanted to see came by before the celebration. At this moment, it seemed like he came from hell.

"pick up!"

Maher roared, his emotions reaching a peak, his mind filled with nothing but excitement and joy, he returned all of Mannone's previous sarcasm: "Use the net you are guarding to catch it?!"

He vented most of his emotions on the opponent's goalkeeper and released himself.

Three to two!
They took the lead!

"Come on!!" When Evans caught up, he clenched his right fist and right arm and shouted in celebration towards Mannone.

Mannone's ridicule just now was directed at him, and Maher was helping him. Now that the ball has gone in, of course he has to use the help of his teammates to get back at the anger he has suffered.

Mannone lowered his head with a dark face, picked up the ball from the goal and threw it to the front court.

His cheeks were burning and he had nothing to say. He just prayed in his heart that this damn thing would pass quickly.

Maher came up and put his arm around Evans' shoulders, and they ran to the edge of the court together. In their excitement, they only remembered the celebration action of sliding on their knees, and slid out together happily.

Evans didn't contribute much in this goal, at most he attracted some defense.

But who would think about that at this time? The emotions are already here, so just follow it!

"It goes in!! It was a shining moment for the star player, Maher received the ball on the wing, cut inside and shot the ball into the Hull City net!!

"The situation has changed again, Sheffield United is back in the lead, this game is so ups and downs, so exciting!!"

What happened in front of the goal area was just a small moment.

At the same time, there were many Sheffield people in the stadium, and many high-definition cameras were capturing these scenes and putting them on the broadcast screen.

In the coaching area, Gary Speed ​​turned around, bumped chests and hugged Jolson and others who rushed over, then walked towards the fan area.

He clenched his fists and took small steps forward, punching every two steps to raise his emotions, "OhOhOhYeah!"

The fans were unable to cooperate with him at first, but gradually some of them started to shout and punch along with him, until finally, most of the people in the stands joined in.

Gary Speed ​​also enjoyed the pleasure of gathering fans to respond to his disciple's goal.

This made him feel that this might be the reason why people like to be coaches.

"Nais! Nais!!"

In the substitute area, Januhans and Gilbert, who had just come off the field, jumped up and subconsciously wanted to rush towards Maher.

When they realized that they were out, they laughed and clapped their hands, then linked their arms and jumped up and down and cheered: "Mael! Mahel!!"

"Oh!"

In the private box, cheers could be heard from the crowd, and six people stood up at the same time, clapping their hands happily and hugging each other tightly.

"Mael!"

“This time it’s his goal!!”

"I didn't expect to be so lucky. I came to see him and he just happened to score a goal."

“He’s very efficient.”

The three adults were almost drunk and had long lost the sense of estrangement. At this moment, they forgot their identities and nationalities and only cared about celebrating the goal.

They even treated their three children equally, not forgetting them as they high-fived and celebrated.

McCabe squatted down, high-fived Ava, picked her up, and walked to the glass sliding door. "Do you want to hear the noise outside?"

"I do." Ava nodded with a smile and reached out to open the sliding door.

McCabe helped her pull it open, and in an instant, the cold air outside hit them in the face, making everyone who had been using the air conditioner feel strongly uncomfortable.

But then, they clearly felt the real atmosphere in the field after the barrier was removed, and heard the cheers that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks, "Yeah!!"

The house seemed to shake, the red wine in the glass swayed, and Maggie and Ava covered their ears.

"It's so shocking!"

Clemont and Betty looked at each other, their emotions were also aroused, and when they thought that all this was caused by Mael, their eyes suddenly became hot, as if tears were welling up.

It was as if everyone tacitly let out their loudest voice, shouting at the top of their lungs, and they worshipped Maher, who scored the goal, as a god.

"You saw it."

McCabe looked back at the crowd, shook his head and laughed, "He belongs here, and this place belongs to him. He can bring such performances to the fans almost every week, and the fans also respond with their enthusiasm and love.

"He is a loan player, but he conquered the fans here from the beginning. Now, he is the king of this city and this team.

"If we ever get to the Premier League, his image will be etched in the hearts of all Sheffielders forever."

Clemont was shivering, not from the cold, but from the inside out. He swallowed and said, "Our whole family feels honored that he can achieve such an achievement."

McCabe put Ava down, walked to the table, opened another bottle of red wine, added some for everyone, raised his glass, smiled faintly, and tilted his head.

It seems to be saying that this is how it should be.

"What kind of person will he become in the future?" Betty was drunk, with a blush on her face, and asked as she looked at the figure below.

"Who knows?"

McCabe did not answer, but also cast his eyes towards the field, "I look forward to the day when he reaches the top, although I don't know which peak will be his."

The three children in the family listened to the adults chatting, and a seed was planted in their hearts, hoping that their brother could become a more famous person.

(End of this chapter)