"team leader!"
"marvelous!!"
Arsenal players rushed towards Gilbert who was celebrating with his arms outstretched. The latter smiled, turned around and hugged the first few people who rushed up.
Afterwards, he found Maher in the crowd and teased, "It was so easy for you to make this assist."
In the last ball, Maher just made a simple pass and got an assist.
It feels a bit like Busquets's century-long assist to Messi.
Maher tilted his head back and chuckled, without refutation, "If you pass the ball to me more often, you can also get an easy assist."
In any case, he was still very happy. Judging the performance of frontcourt offensive players is easier than that of midfielders and backcourt players. Most of the time, just looking at the data is enough.
So far in the game, he has scored 1 goal and 1 assist, and both of the team's goals are related to him!
It is certain that there is no problem staying.
Get a weekly salary of several hundred pounds, buy yourself some good sneakers, some nutritional supplements, then unlock some new abilities and reach a high level!
The future is expected.
Maher's mood improved a bit. He felt light all over, leaving all his fatigue behind, and was ready to fight hard for a while.
If he could get another goal or assist, his outstanding performance in this game would attract the attention of Professor Wenger and many scouts, and he might even get the opportunity to join a professional team earlier.
"Okay, let's go back!"
After celebrating for a while, captain Gilbert showed his unyielding character. He called out to all his teammates, "There is still time. We can't just be satisfied with scoring goals. We must strive for victory as much as possible!"
The other players nodded and returned to their own half, and the referee blew the whistle to restart the game.
Starting to attack and defend again, Liverpool players gradually felt some pressure. They found that the opponent's fighting spirit had surged up again, as if sweeping away the previous slump.
The wonderful individual goals and the narrowing of the score gap gave them some confidence and hope.
"Don't be careless, the backcourt players should keep an eye on the good guys and limit the frontcourt players from receiving the ball and turning around!"
Liverpool U17 coach also stood up from the sidelines at this moment and began to give on-the-spot instructions, "Especially the No. 10, don't let him receive the ball, Louis, you have to help your teammates defend him!"
Obviously, he also knew that Arsenal had fielded a number of trial players in this game, and they were not their strongest team.
If Liverpool cannot achieve a decisive victory, he knows very well that he will be eliminated the next time the club evaluates and replaces the coaching staff.
Not far away, Hans and Wenger noticed the abnormality and nervousness of the Liverpool U17 coach.
As colleagues, they know very well that in the European football world where the fittest survive, both coaches and players face great pressure.
"It's probably still early for our club to make changes, right?"
Hans touched his head and looked at Wenger. This seemed to be his common action. When facing older seniors, his action was a little cute. "It seems that nothing big has happened in the club recently. Everything is calm."
Wenger glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to the field and said seriously, "It's calm, which means there won't be any signings this season, and it has nothing to do with layoffs.
"Once there are no new players, the first-team coaching staff will select talents from the youth team. If the strength of these selected players is too far behind that of the first-team and they fail to meet the requirements, then who will be responsible?"
Hans' expression froze, and he stood there motionless, petrified, as if his whole body was trapped in an ice cellar.
What this means is that if the senior youth team does not produce outstanding players, the corresponding coaching staff will have to leave.
The U17 team he leads seems to be the team under the most pressure.
Because generally, potential players gradually show their talents at the age of 17, and if they move up to U19, the chances of them becoming outstanding are much smaller. Hans heard that a certain big country seems to have a policy for U23 players, which is really enviable, but it is unlikely in the fiercely competitive British football world.
At this moment, he could only sigh that he was unlucky, as this happened when he was coaching the U17 team.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Wenger's voice sounded again, with some unquestionable tone, "In the previous plan, the club had selected Gilbert and Ian from the U17 team. Their performance in the first team will determine your performance evaluation report."
"Ian."
Hans glanced at Ian on the back line, hesitated for a moment and said, "Ian is the defender who just complained about his teammates and shirked responsibility."
"Oh."
Wenger was slightly surprised, then calmed down: "Then cross out his name, and I will ask the assistant coach to select another one."
As he said this, he subconsciously glanced at Maher on the court.
Coincidentally, at this moment Maher received the football with his back to the goal, lowered his center of gravity to carry the opponent's defender, and pulled the ball to prepare to turn around.
"Another kick?"
Wenger muttered to himself, causing Hans next to him to turn his attention to the football field and also pay attention to Mahel holding the ball.
"Boy! Blast him!"
"Don't be afraid, just turn around and kick them and that's it!"
"come on!"
There were boos coming from the fan section behind them. Many people had obviously memorized Maher's face and features, and were urging him to take another long shot.
Under everyone's gaze, Maher on the court finally turned around with difficulty.
He made a swinging leg shot, deceived the opponent's defender's center of gravity, gently kicked the ball to the right, and then exploded with his legs to follow up.
What happens next is very simple.
Step on the supporting foot accurately, swing the left arm backward to stretch the body, then use the right thigh to drive the calf and kick through fiercely!
"Bang!!"
The football was as sharp as a sword and a flying knife, and it went straight to the far corner.
"Is this never going to happen?" The Liverpool goalkeeper looked embarrassed. He groaned and dived again, but unfortunately he failed to save the ball this time.
"Swish!" The football hit the middle of the far corner, causing the net to shake violently and sink more than two feet backwards. The force was obvious.
The ball is scored again!
Three to three!
Maher scored the second goal in this game and scored twice!
"Yeah!" All the Arsenal fans on the sidelines stood up, opened their arms and cheered to celebrate, experiencing the joy of scoring a goal together.
"What's his name?" someone asked curiously.
"This kid exerted his strength at the right time. Mr. Wenger happened to be on the sidelines. He will definitely remember this kid!" someone sighed secretly.
"Is this metaphysics? How can someone make two long shots in a game? It's so stable that it's scary!" Someone even hugged his head.
All the fans looked at the figure rushing to the sidelines to celebrate, and felt admiration and joy from the bottom of their hearts.
see it?
Heavy gunner!
This is Arsenal's youth training, this is our future!
(End of this chapter)