Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 96 Kevin Strom Arrives! The Prince? He is the King! [35]

On March 3, the 19th round of the Championship League arrived, which is also the last game of this month.

After finishing this round of games, they will enter the rest period of "National Team Match Day" to recuperate and prepare for the intensive sprint schedule in April.

Kevin Strom and another founder, Mike, were walking on the streets of Sheffield. They arrived in the city yesterday without telling Maher, planning to contact the players after watching today's game.

In fact, they have already learned something about Maher through the Internet recently and know basically everything about him.

But for two tech geeks, it's not bad to come to the UK and feel the football atmosphere here.

"According to media estimates, his salary should be more than 30,000 pounds."

Mike thought of a report he had read this morning and said expectantly, “If he has already saved 300,000 pounds, then we can get him to invest in it by investing capital and resources.

"It depends on whether he has £300,000 and whether he is willing to invest if he has it."

"Don't hold your hopes too high." Kevin Strom was more rational and shook his head. "I think he has had two salary increases in total. The latest increase just happened not long ago. He probably won't get much money."

On the other hand, he was actually unwilling to admit or believe that an athlete who was much younger than him had much more wealth than him.

As a top student who graduated from Stamford Bridge with a degree in management, Kevin Systrom taught himself programming while working in the marketing department of Nextstop after graduation. He later successfully developed a software and received a $50 angel investment, reaching the peak of his life.

He thinks he is a genius.

Apart from business geniuses like Bill Gates and Zuckerberg, there are few people better than him.

What was he doing at 17?

Now some people say that a 17-year-old player has a huge fortune and is likely to come in as their investor, so naturally he will feel uncomfortable.

“We are short of money.”

Kevin Strom looked at Mike and added, "But we are not that short of money. We should not try to take advantage of everyone we meet. It's okay to give him a little bit of shares. We really need to use his influence."

Mike nodded to show that he understood, and said nothing more. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that what Strom said actually made sense.

The two walked for a while and gradually approached Bramall Lane Stadium. An obvious change occurred. Fans wearing red and white striped autumn clothes began to appear on the street one after another, and the enthusiastic singing gradually got closer.

"Why are you a little excited?"

Mike hadn't been out for a while. After feeling the atmosphere of the game, he smiled and said, "I haven't watched many football games, but I watched a lot of baseball when I was a kid, and I even played for a while."

"Me too."

Kevin Strome laughed and put his heart into the game. "Let's see what kind of performance this first star we met can bring today."

The two of them took the tickets they had bought long ago, queued up for ticket inspection, and sat in the A area stands, very close to the stadium.

"Beep!"

On the field, with the referee's whistle, the match between Sheffield United and Middlesbrough started at Bramall Lane Stadium.

"Bang!" After only two passes at the start of the game, Sheffield United defender Steven kicked a long pass to Borodanovic in the middle, but unfortunately the latter failed to head the ball.

The game kicked off like this, with both sides showing a strong desire to attack, as no one wanted to embarrass themselves in the last game before the holiday.

"Pass it! Pass it to me!"

"Transfer! The weak side is open, oops, it's too late!"

"Think faster and wake up!"

The players' shouts appeared on the court, and the confrontation in this game was still very intense.

In the 9th minute of the game, Sheffield United got the first good opportunity. Maher on the left made a confusing move of cutting inside, scaring the full-back to move quickly, and he ended up going to the bottom!

He used his left foot to hit a curve ball towards the center from the bottom line. The landing point was not accurate, but it gave Borodanovic a chance to compete for the header.

"Bang!!"

Taking advantage of his height and jumping ability, Borodanovic finally headed the ball and made an attack. The goalkeeper made a desperate save and dragged the ball out of the bottom line.

Corner kick!

"Ah" Borodanovic squatted on the ground regretfully and hammered the turf a few times.

Maher quietly ran to take the corner kick, the improvement of his left foot made him more comfortable when playing football and gave him more options.

He passed the ball with his left foot and created a shooting opportunity, which made him very satisfied.

"Oh!"

The corner kick he took afterwards caused chaos in the Middlesbrough penalty area. Eventually the goalkeeper saw that the situation was not good, took a risk and dived to the ground, grabbed the ball back and held it in his arms, ending the attack.

In the 16th minute of the game, Sheffield's chance came again. Bertrand on the wing followed Maher from behind. After a series of cooperation between the two on the wing, he joined the attack in the middle.

"Snap!" Gilbert was holding the ball at this time, and suddenly sent a straight pass with just the right force, breaking through Middlesbrough's defense.

Bertrand came in from the ribs, met the incoming ball with his left foot and kicked it directly into the far corner, hitting a low ball!

"Swish!" The football passed over the goalkeeper's hand and slid into the net, causing a frenzy at the scene!
The ball went in!
One to zero!

"Ha ha!"

Bertrand ran to the wing with a big laugh, and slid on his knees to celebrate. He didn't have many chances to score a goal in a season, so when he did, he would try to celebrate in the coolest way possible.

After this goal, Middlesbrough stepped up their attack and launched a crazy counterattack within a few minutes of the restart, creating a climax of attack.

Unfortunately, the shot was just a hair's breadth away from the goal and he still failed to score a goal.

"Bang!!"

It wasn't until the 38th minute of the game that their striker McDonald made a careless long-range shot, causing Sheffield United goalkeeper Robert to lose the ball, and the opportunity really came.

"The goalkeeper lost the ball! Mark Bates! He was fighting for the ball with Maguire, and he got there first! One-on-one shot, shoot!

“One to one!!”

Mark Bates celebrated around the field. After he finished celebrating on the touchline, he ran to the coaching stand and high-fived the coach to express his gratitude for his trust in him.

The first half of the game ended like this. After the second half, both sides made some personnel adjustments to strengthen their offense. No one wanted 1 point!
Try your best to get 3 points!
"Oh!"

"Bang!!"

The sound of shot after shot rang out, and the two teams exchanged threatening attacks and created many opportunities, but no goal was scored yet.

It was not until the 71st minute of the game that Maher took the ball from the midfield wing and moved all the way towards the center, disrupting the opponent's defense.

"Mael! He is still dribbling the ball and is approaching the right side. No one in Middlesbrough can follow him laterally. The defenders come out to defend one after another, and the defense is a bit messy!
“I came to the right side and it seemed like there wasn’t much chance, so I had to pass the ball!

"He's facing the middle and he wants to try, is he going to continue to dribble through?

"Pass the ball forward! The ball went behind Middlesbrough's defense line. The speed of the ball was just right and it seemed to have an arc! Oh! Evans came out and the ball was passed right to his forward line!

"What kind of pass was this?! Everything was perfect, without a single mistake!
"Evans is in the penalty area. We must seize the opportunity to pass the ball and shoot into the far corner! Beautiful! 2-1!
"I still have to admire Maher's pass. If the ball is passed slowly, it will be easily intercepted. If it is passed quickly, it will be easy for the goalkeeper to catch it! Even if these two points are done well and a straight ball is passed, it is likely that it will not penetrate the defense line!
"His superb passing skills are not possessed by other Championship players. Maybe that's why he is at the top of the assists list!"

On the field, Evans, who scored the goal, and Maher quickly reunited and rushed to the edge of the field. You jumped to support me, and I somersaulted to support you, and we were very happy.

"Oh!!" The home fans shouted, and countless people stood up roaring and waving their arms.

"Nice hit Evans!"

“It’s a beautiful spread too!”

"Mael! God. I've been sitting here for 37 years and I've never seen anybody pass the ball like that."

They shouted heart-wrenchingly to the players, hoping that the young men fighting for the club could hear their praise.

After this goal, Middlesbrough started to fight back from the deficit. Anxiety gradually spread and their movements became more aggressive.

In the 84th minute of the game, Evans made a mistake and dribbled the ball directly out of bounds. The ball was out of bounds, but a Middlesbrough player came directly and hit him hard who was unprepared.

“Bang!” The sound of physical contact rang out, and Evans fell to the ground, holding his shoulders and stomach, wailing in pain: “Ah!”

The referee just saw the ball go out of bounds, turned around and was walking back, and did not see the place where the incident happened.

After hearing Evans' wailing, he turned his gaze to the linesman on the side of the court, hoping to get some hints.

But the other party probably didn't see it either, and turned his head away to avoid his gaze.

He still didn't call the foul. If he didn't call the foul, it would be a small matter. But if he did call the foul, it would be a big matter. If you are not sure, it is better not to call the foul.

This is not the end. In the subsequent defense against Januhans, Middlesbrough midfielder Matthew Bates kept kicking fiercely, heading straight for Januhans' ankle.

"boom!"

He first kicked Januhans hard from behind, and when he found that the opponent did not fall to the ground, he continued to move forward, tripping and kicking Januhans.

Perhaps Januhans was angry. He resisted twice without falling. He gritted his teeth and broke through, determined to humiliate the opponent.

Matthew Bates refused to let go and stepped out fiercely, nailing Januhans' foot hard with his spiked shoe.

"Ah!" Januhans' wails were louder than Evans'. He fell to the ground holding his ankle, finally unable to bear it anymore.

Matthew Bates's series of malicious fouls successfully provoked the accumulated anger of the Sheffield United players, and the game was out of control at this moment.

"What are you doing! Son of a bitch!"

"Bitch! Watch your legs!"

"go to hell!"

Sheffield United players from all directions rushed to the scene of the incident. Even goalkeeper Robert rushed over. The two sides started pushing each other and the atmosphere became tense in an instant.

"Beep, beep, beep!" The referee kept blowing the emergency whistle, but was unable to stop either side. No one cared about him anymore.

"Look at your players. Those who know them think they are players, while those who don't think they have just been reformed from prison!"

The conflict took place not only on the court, but also off the court. Gary Speed ​​argued with the opposing coach, "A bunch of lowly bricks, they are really crazy barbarians!"

"What did you say?!" The Middlesbrough coach walked towards Gary Speed ​​angrily. The latter did not back down and stepped forward, quickly closing the distance between the two.

The assistant coaches and substitute players of both teams had already stood up. They had just seen a conflict on the field and were helping their teammates to scold each other, when they turned around and saw their head coach and the other head coach had started a fight.

"on!"

"Don't let them bully the boss!"

A new round of melee begins here, which means the second battlefield has been opened, but this is not the final one.

In the fan area, fans sitting near the south stand and the east and west stands picked up their water bottles and hot dogs and threw them at each other without caring about anything.

The security guards tried to stop them in every way they could, but they just couldn't. They were so angry that they wanted to join the fight.

The conflict lasted for more than two minutes before it slowly stopped, leaving Kevin Strom and Mike, who were sitting in Area A, stunned.

"My God."

Kevin Strom was full of disbelief. He didn't expect to encounter such a scene just after arriving. "The sports atmosphere in the UK is really strong."

"I'm quite excited." Mike looked eager to try, and only regretted that he was not sitting at the junction of the two teams' fans.

“Will there be any more balls?”

Kevin Strome adjusted his sitting position. This experience was indeed quite novel. He also wanted to see a goal.

"some."

The one who answered him was not Mike, but an old fan next to him. He smiled and said, "Just wait and see. Maher will give them a hard time with his explosive shots. He will always stand up when it is necessary to fight back."

"Are you so sure?"

Kevin Strom looked at him and was curious so he chatted a little more: "What is his influence in this city equivalent to?"

"determine."

The old man nodded, then thought about his question, and finally answered, "The prince. Oh no, he is the king!"

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(End of this chapter)