Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 89 Hat trick! Graham's mentality exploded! 30 rounds ended! [15]

In the private box in the North Stand.

McCabe and his family sat here, watching the game while eating their dinner and drinking red wine as usual.

"This guy."

McCabe wiped his mouth with a piece of toilet paper, shook his head and curled his lips: "Another 30 pounds of bonus was taken away. It was too easy to get the money."

"Haha." His wife and children laughed out loud. No one thought that McCabe really thought so. Seeing Maher getting better and better, he must be secretly happy in his heart.

"What should I do?"

The youngest daughter, Isabella, took a sip of the red wine and said mischievously, "Why don't you start special training now and experience the life of a player."

Another round of laughter broke out until the team made a threatening attack from below and then the attention was focused on the court.

"Markartus!"

Isabella saw the ball carrier enter the penalty area, avoided the shooting angle, stood up and spread her arms, ready to celebrate.

As Mark Artes shot the ball into the far corner of the net, there was a cheer from the crowd: "Oh!"

"Pretty!"

"Got it, 64 points!"

The family clinked their glasses with excitement. The score was 3-0 and there was basically no suspense in the game.

"He's still pretty good."

Isabella seemed to be drunk. She clinked glasses with everyone with a very colorful expression and sighed, "Who would have thought that if it weren't for Bolodanovic's muscle discomfort, he would have almost sat on the bench for a whole season."

She is a die-hard fan of the club. Her love for the team far exceeds that of her brothers and she knows everything about the team.

"Competing with Maher for a position is just bad luck," McCabe sighed. He paid attention to his daughter's micro-expressions while drinking, and gradually felt relieved when he found that nothing was wrong.

"I want to meet him."

Isabella raised her head. She had the passion and enthusiasm of a European and American girl, and was not reserved at all: "McCabe, I need you to help me."

McCabe's worries were lifted again, but facing his beloved daughter, he still said in a gentle voice: "Players are very busy during the season, so forget it, my baby. You are three years older than him."

"Then I'll figure it out myself."

Isabella still held her head high, like a proud peacock, with the inherited nobility of old money and a threatening air of willingness to do anything to get what she wanted.

"Okay, Isabella."

Her mother glanced at McCabe, then turned and advised, "Watch less Hollywood movies. Those plots don't exist in real life."

Isabella rolled her eyes slightly and waved her hand, "You think too little of your daughter, and besides, we are not talking about the same thing. I don't know why you have such an idea."

McCabe sat on the sofa, thought for a moment and said, "I'll help you find a solution, but it may not succeed."

Isabella smiled and raised her eyebrows at him, then nodded with satisfaction. In fact, she no longer believed that McCabe would really ask for her.

Millwall then scored a goal from a corner kick to equalize the score, but the fans' cheers were not obvious and they seemed to have no hope of winning.

There are only seven or eight minutes left, and it is really difficult for a goal scored at this moment to have any effect.

"Evans!"

In the 89th minute of the game, the whole family stood up again. Evans broke through the opponent's defender and entered the penalty area, creating a one-on-one opportunity.

"Pass the ball!"

Isabella opened her mouth slightly and shouted in anticipation as she saw Mahel running aggressively into the penalty area from the other end.

If this pass was passed, it would not only be an empty-goal opportunity, but would also have a high probability of helping Maher score the third goal and complete his hat trick for the second time.

Evans really chose to make a selfless cross pass. The Millwall goalkeeper dived to the side the moment he passed the ball, wanting to make a final attempt, but unfortunately he missed.

The door is empty!
"Ah" Isabella raised her hands and jumped up, obviously extremely excited.

Maher had no problem, using the arch of his foot to steadily push the ball into the middle of the net for his third goal of the game.

Four to one!

"42!"

Isabella shook her head and body, turned on the camera on her phone and came to McCabe. "Fifty is almost there. Let's interview our old McCabe. How is he feeling now?"

McCabe shrank back, reaching out to block her camera, only to miss several times.

"Yeah!!" Inside the stadium, more than 20,000 Sheffield United fans raised their hands high and celebrated together.

No one will complain about the team scoring too many goals, and no one will not be excited about the achievements of their star players. Fans still look forward to such moments.

"Ha ha!"

"Mael!"

"Evans is so generous. When can you give me a ball like this?"

Sheffield United players ran towards Maher, and one of them put his arm around Evans' shoulders and celebrated with them both.

"Oh!"

Maher clenched his fists and shouted, then rushed to the camera, counting his thumb, index finger and middle finger on his right hand, and his thumb and index finger on his left hand.

His hands are facing away from the camera, like two pistols with different caliber barrels, but they actually have a hidden meaning.

Hat trick, 2nd time!
This is a single-game achievement that every shooter dreams of, and he accomplished it twice in his first season!
Turning back, he found Evans, rushed over and hugged him tightly, "How can I thank you?"

He originally thought he had no chance, but Evans' selfless pass allowed him to score an easy goal before the game.

"Pass the ball to me more."

Evans was also happy for his teammate’s achievement, patting Maher on the shoulder and saying: “Don’t just focus on Bolodanovic, if the cross comes in, I can score too.

"Of course, I don't blame him for taking my chance. We still have to pray for our injured teammates."

"Okay." Maher high-fived him, waved happily towards Gary Speed's position on the sidelines, and stretched out five fingers.

Gary Speed ​​understood, pretended to take out his wallet and rummaged through it, then shook his head with a look of regret.

The two then looked at each other from a distance, leaned back and smiled, showing a tacit understanding.

Walking back, Maher glanced at the football that had been placed in the center circle. If there were no more out-of-bounds or corner kicks, it would be his.

With this, he will have 3 monthly best, 3 commemorative balls, and 9 single-game best! Not a bad achievement.

Before returning to London, if I can't take the championship medal with me, I will take all these things with me as the first batch of souvenirs for the Hall of Honor.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Not long after, the referee blew the whistle to end the game and the fans cheered again.

64 points!
Regardless of whether or not we can enter the promotion zone, the play-off spot should be relatively secure, as the points for this position are usually around 80.

There are still 16 games left, and it is almost impossible for Sheffield United to get less than 16 points!

"Boys."

In the locker room after the game, Gary Speed ​​told everyone his thoughts on the final sprint, "We have come such a long way together, we don't need to worry about anything anymore, just play the remaining games with a normal mind.

"Everything has to be done step by step. At present, we strive to get 80 points as soon as possible and stabilize the play-off zone!"

He chose to be safe. With Kevin's experience as a lesson, he dared not go back to his old ways at this point.

Break down the goals into smaller pieces and complete them one by one, and don't put too much pressure on the players.

"Come on!" He clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

"come on! Come on!!"

"Sheffield! Sheffield!"

The players had just won a big victory and were in high spirits. They waved their fists and danced in a circle.

When it was all over, Maher returned home with the football and the best player of the game commemorative trophy. He placed the football on his small display cabinet and stood aside admiring it.

I have already begun to feel the dazzling array of things.

It's not as embarrassing as when I first bought it. There are only a few items on the huge display cabinet.

"Norwich City 66 points, Queens Park Rangers 72 points."

Gilbert sat next to him with a mobile phone and read out the results of other teams to him: "Reading has 64 points and is behind us in goal difference. The gap between Swansea City and Cardiff City is not that big.

"Mael, do you think we still have a chance to ascend?"

“Helicopter?” Maher turned to look at him in confusion, which frightened Gilbert. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted: “Isn’t this a done deal? What you should be asking me is whether we will be the champions.”

Gilbert: “.”

He frowned and said, "Mael, I told you that your joke is not funny."

"I know."

Maher took a few steps back and put his eyes back on his honor display shelf, looking satisfied. "But I'm serious this time."

"Arsenal beat Wolves 2-0! Van Persie scored twice!" - The Guardian

"Sheffield United beat Millwall 4-1, narrowing the gap with Norwich!" Sky Sports Championship Column

"No.17 on both charts! Record-breaking! The -year-old youngster shines in the English Championship, posting amazing numbers! It is rumored that Barcelona and Real Madrid are also interested in the player and will contact the team in the summer transfer window." - Spanish newspaper AS

"If he can maintain first place in both charts until the end of the season, Maher will become the first player to achieve this feat in the English professional football system!" - "442" Yaoxing Column

"4-! Manchester United beat Manchester City! Won the Manchester derby! After the game, fans of both sides clashed, resulting in injuries!" - The Sun

After this round of league ended, there was a lot of news about Maher.

To be number one on both lists is indeed a rare achievement.

Just think about it, a player plays the role of a striker, is extremely efficient, and can often assist his teammates to score goals with passes, surpassing all the other players!
What kind of monster is this?

"I am usually quite cautious in judging people, but I really have to describe him as the 'new Ronaldo'. They are so similar. Ronaldo made his debut at Cruzeiro, joined the first team at the age of 17, played in the Brazilian second league, played 44 games in the first season, and scored 44 goals!
"See? Second division, 17 years old, highly efficient, isn't this the same person?"

"Emael is more handsome than Ronaldo, there is still a difference."

"Ronaldo had no assists. He was a shooter in his first season, with 44 goals and 0 assists! Maher, on the other hand, had 25 goals and 17 assists!"

"The goal should be better. Maher's goal efficiency is not as good as Ronaldo's."

"What nonsense! Let's not talk about the gap between the technical and tactical level of football in the 90s and now. Let's first talk about how big the gap is between the Brazilian Second Division and the English Championship? As for goals and assists, they are definitely better in all aspects."

"If nothing else, Maher scored 42 goals much faster than Ronaldo. He only played 30 games, averaging nearly 1.5 per game."

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Fans have been commenting on these posts, and this time, not everyone supports Maher.

Because he was compared with the legendary Brazilian star Ronaldo, a player who was missed before he retired, Ronaldo's ability at his peak left a deep impression on European football.

Most of the people who watched his games at that time were attracted to become his fans, and these people still often reminisce about it now.

The peak period was too high, and the injury-related peak period was too short, which gave fans a lot of room for imagination.

There has been constant discussion about how high he could have reached if he hadn't been injured.

At this time, someone came out and suddenly said that a famous player was better than him. Naturally, those fans who firmly supported Ronaldo were not very happy.

They will defend what they love, even at the cost of their rationality.

In fact, they are also unwilling to accept that the player who represents their youth has become a thing of the past, and they are unwilling to accept that their youth has disappeared.

But no matter how noisy the outside world is.

At this moment at Vicarage Road, Watford's home stadium, Graham was sitting in the locker room with only one thought: the sky was falling.

He remained the top scorer for almost a season, but his position was snatched away when the league entered its final stage!
The most important thing is that the reason he was substituted at halftime today was because of leg cramps and physical fatigue.

He can confirm that the first 30 games were definitely the peak of his performance this season.

From now on, he will no longer have any ability or confidence to compete with Maher.

"Uh-huh!"

He was so frustrated again that he stood up to vent his anger. He kicked the trash can over and threw his phone against the wall.

The teammate who had been beaten by his "psychotic behavior" some time ago happened to walk in at this moment and made eye contact with the furious him.

"Haha." This time the man just laughed dryly, and it was an ugly laugh. He was really afraid of being hit by a hammer for no reason again.

(End of this chapter)