Under everyone's gaze, the football took off from the ground again and flew towards the goal.
Hopkins had intended to wash away the shame this time, but when Maher kicked the ball, he realized that he had no way of judging the trajectory of the ball, or he couldn't react in time.
"Swish!" The sound of the net hitting the ground came from behind his head. He lost his balance and fell backwards, rolling to the ground.
"Watfa, he did it again?"
"What's wrong with this kid today? Does he have a powerful weapon?"
"Shit, this quality is really high."
Another round of exclamations sounded, but this time, there were no more doubts.
Most people looked at Mahel with surprise, as if they were getting to know him all over again.
Heavy artillery does have a very shocking display effect.
This is a direct way of shooting, simple and crude, and it directly reflects the shooting level.
Ian and his group stood there with grim faces, wanting to say something but unable to.
With two consecutive powerful and high-quality shots in front of them, everything they say is in vain and they will be treated as clowns instead.
"Good shot, good shot!"
Head coach Hans sighed briefly on the surface, but his heart was also trembling. If a shot of this quality could be used in the game,
His eyes lit up and he suddenly felt some hope for Mahel.
From my impression, this player's basic skills are not bad, but they don't have any special features.
If he could discover a long-range shot now, his competitiveness would be greatly improved.
But what is incomprehensible is that he has never shown such a level of long-range shooting before.
When did you start practicing?
Recently?
Hans was of course aware of Maher's hard work in extra training, but he did not have high expectations for the results.
Now it seems that he made some wrong judgments.
In the focus of everyone's attention, Maher turned around, smiled and waved to those who expressed surprise.
He looked calm and comfortable.
But in fact, a drop of cold sweat had already fallen on his temple. He was not very confident about the second shot. At that time, everyone's threshold was raised, and it would be embarrassing if he couldn't score.
Fortunately, this time the odds are on his side.
I need to upgrade my long shot to level 3 as soon as possible, otherwise how can I show off?
"Today is June 6th. My life has been very regular lately. I am going to write a diary. In the future, I will remove the content related to proficiency and put the part about hard work into my autobiography, which will be titled 'How the King of Football was Made'."
"I forced myself to get up at 6:30 and practice shooting for an extra hour and a half before morning training.
"After upgrading my long-range shooting to level 2, my proficiency seems to be increasing much more slowly. Previously, I could get 30 points after a few hours of training, but now I can only get 20 points. Fortunately, my goal is to upgrade to level 17 in 3 days, so there's no rush.
"At night, I do strength training in the gym. I am exhausted. This life is really not a life for human beings."
"On June 6, I felt like I couldn't train like this anymore. I had strains all over my body. I had to warm up for a long time before training every day.
"But the speed of shooting has slowed down. If we don't rely on time to accumulate, how can we achieve the goal?
"When I was doing strength training at night, my French partner Carl suggested that I give up my old eating habits and eat some high-protein, high-carb and high-energy foods instead.
"listen to."
"June 6, weekend. If you don't work hard, you won't be a talent. If you don't work hard, you won't be a useful person. I work hard after I wake up, before I eat, and after I rest for a while after eating. In short, I work hard. If I don't work hard for one day, I feel uncomfortable all over. If I don't work hard for three days, it seems that my life will be shortened.
"My shooting proficiency has reached 159/300, and my strength has reached 193/300, which is faster than expected.
"Improving my diet doesn't seem to help my body much for now, but I really want to improve. I want to get out of the youth team and play in the Premier League!" "June 6th, a new week has begun. I feel the air is fresher. There are still 20 days before the last game, so I must redouble my efforts.
"I felt very comfortable training today. I didn't feel as tired as before, and my body became much stronger. Could it be because of the change in diet?
"At night, I went back to the dormitory, took a shower and brushed my shoes. It was already past 11 o'clock. I went to the dormitory next door and knocked on the door. Karl was still awake, so I chatted for a while and rested."
"On June 6, this week's morning training was changed to technical and tactical training, probably because the trial elimination match was about to begin.
"Everything is the same as before, damn it!"
"June 6, London, oh London, this city is not far from me, it is a real international metropolis, and it is also a city of football.
"How great would it be if I could play football in London one day? I could live in a big villa, drive a sports car, wear new sneakers, and have the passionate London bunny girls accompany me at night.
"June 6, I had a chat with the captain of the team, Gilbert, today and asked about the salary situation of the Arsenal youth team.
"I don't know anything else, but they can get 350 to 800 pounds a week, which is about 1500 to 3500 pounds a month. It's enviable, and it's already catching up with the average salary in London.
"As for the first team? The British football scene at this time is not comparable to that of later times, and Arsenal was also in a period of relative lack of money. However, the weekly salary of tens of thousands of pounds is something I dare not even think about for now. Dou Zong masters are so terrifying."
"On June 6, we were training. Improving the diet really helped the body. The body has gotten used to the intensity of the training."
"June 6th, daily training is like a torture of will, but the improvement of proficiency is like drinking nectar and making me feel refreshed.
"I finally understand why some people later said that playing under Guardiola was more enjoyable than that.
"Because I want to make progress! I want to make progress so much!"
"June 6th, progress!"
"June 6th, keep improving!"
On June 6, at night, the sky was dotted with stars.
Wenger strolled around the Colney training base with a bit of melancholy. He looked at the base that he had personally supervised the construction of, with mixed feelings in his heart.
That was in 1999. At that time, Arsenal did not have any financial crisis and was competing for the championship every year. He was in a close battle with Sir Alex Ferguson.
He still vaguely remembers how he felt at that time.
He is determined to make Arsenal a team like Manchester United and to make himself immortal in this club.
But God always teases him, as if he was born to add some tragic stories to this world.
"Clap."
Wenger lit a cigarette. Sometimes even he himself didn't understand why he was still staying here when he clearly had the opportunity to go somewhere else.
There may be only one answer.
That is a cheesy sentence that no man wants to say in person - because of love.
Just as I was thinking about it, a strange cry suddenly came from the side, as if it came from the gym.
Wenger frowned and took a step forward. When he was about 20 meters away, he could hear clearly that it was a burst of laughter.
"Hahahaha. Wuhu!" The people inside seemed to be celebrating something, and from time to time made an indescribable strange sound.
Is it that boy?
He had a guess in his mind. According to his observation, at this point, only that person should appear here.
Counting the days, I have been persisting for almost twenty days, right?
"Leon Mahel."
Wenger said a name, feeling the joy inside, and his sadness seemed to be diluted a little, "What are you happy about?"
(End of this chapter)