"Captain!"
"Awesome!!"
Arsenal players swarmed towards Gilbert, who was celebrating with open arms. He smiled, turned around, and embraced the first few who rushed up.
Then, he found Maël in the crowd and teased, "That was an easy assist for you."
Just now, Maël had simply passed the ball back, earning himself an assist.
It was reminiscent of Busquets' assist to Messi, a moment of pure ease.
Maël tilted his head back and chuckled, not refuting. "If you passed to me more often, you could get an easy assist too."
In any case, he was very pleased. Judging the performance of attacking players was simpler than judging midfielders or defenders; most of the time, just looking at the stats was enough.
With the match progressing to this point, he had already achieved 1 goal and 1 assist, and both of the team's goals were related to him!
It was certain that staying was no longer a problem.
He could earn a few hundred pounds a week, gradually buy himself some good shoes, supplement with some nutritional products, and then unlock some new abilities to grind to a high level! The future was promising.
Maël's mood improved even more. He felt light all over, casting aside all fatigue, and was ready to fight hard for a while longer.
If he could get another goal or assist... then his outstanding performance in this match would attract the attention of Professor Wenger and many scouts, and he might get the chance to join a professional team ahead of schedule.
"Alright, get back!"
After celebrating for a while, Captain Gilbert showed his unwillingness to give up. He called out to all his teammates, "There's still time, we can't just be satisfied with scoring, we have to strive for victory as much as possible!"
The other players nodded and returned to their own half, and the referee then blew the whistle to restart the match.
As the attack and defense unfolded again, the Liverpool players gradually felt some pressure. They found that their opponents' fighting spirit had surged again, as if sweeping away their previous decline.
The wonderful individual goal and the narrowing of the score gap had given them some confidence and hope.
"Don't be careless, the backfield players mark their men well, and limit their front players from receiving the ball and turning around!"
The Liverpool U17 coach also stood up from the sidelines at this moment and began to direct the game, "Especially that number 10, don't let him receive the ball. Louis, you have to help your teammates defend him!"
Obviously, he also knew that Arsenal had sent a lot of trial players to this game, not their strongest lineup.
If Liverpool couldn't achieve a clean victory in this situation, then he was very clear that he would be eliminated the next time the club conducted a coaching staff evaluation and replacement.
Not far away, Hans and Wenger noticed the Liverpool U17 coach's abnormality and tension.
As colleagues, they knew very well that in the European football world, where the survival of the fittest reigned, both coaches and players faced great pressure.
"Our club's replacement should be early, right?"
Hans scratched his head and looked at Wenger. This seemed to be his common action. When facing older seniors, this action of his was still slightly cute. "The club doesn't seem to have anything major happening recently, everything is calm."
Wenger glanced at him, then turned his gaze to the field, and said seriously, "Calm means there won't be any signings this season, it has nothing to do with replacement."
"And once there are no signings, the first team coaching staff will select talents from the youth team to move up. If the people selected at that time are too different in strength from the first team and do not meet the requirements, then can you think about who will be responsible?"
Hans' expression froze, petrified in place, as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar.
The meaning of this was... if the high-age youth team didn't produce excellent players, then the corresponding coaching staff would have to leave.
The U17 team he was leading seemed to be the one with the most pressure.
Because generally, players with potential gradually show their talents at the age of 17, and if they rise to U19, then the probability of standing out again will be much smaller.
Hans heard that a certain big country seemed to have relevant policies for U23 players, which was really enviable, but that was unlikely in the highly competitive British football world.
At this moment, he could only sigh that his luck was bad, and he happened to encounter this when he was leading the U17 team.
"I can give you a heads up first."
Wenger's voice sounded again, with some unquestionable tone, "During the previous planning, the club had included Gilbert and Ian of the U17 team in the plan. Their performance in the 1st team will determine your work evaluation report."
"Ian..."
Hans glanced at Ian on the defense line, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Ian is the one who just complained about his teammates... and shirked responsibility as a defender."
"Oh."
Wenger was slightly surprised, then regained his composure: "Then cross his name off. I'll have the assistant coach pick someone else later."
As he said this, he subconsciously glanced at Maël on the field.
Just then, Maël received the ball with his back to the goal, lowering his center of gravity to withstand the opposing defender while pulling the ball back, preparing to turn.
"Is he going for another Long Shot?"
Wenger muttered to himself, prompting Hans next to him to also turn his gaze to the field, paying attention to Maël with the ball.
"Kid! Blast it!"
"Don't be afraid, just turn around and smash one in!"
"Come on, come on!"
The fans behind them in the stands started to cheer, many of whom had clearly remembered Maël's face and characteristics, urging him to take another Long Shot.
Under everyone's gaze, Maël on the field finally managed to turn around with difficulty.
He feigned a leg swing for a shot, deceiving the opposing defender's center of gravity, then lightly pushed the ball to his right, followed by an explosive push off the ground with both legs.
What followed was simple.
Finding his footing, he swung his left arm back to extend his body, then his right thigh drove his lower leg, violently striking the ball! "*BANG!*"
The football was like a sharp sword, or a flying knife, directly smashing towards the far corner.
"Are you kidding me!" The Liverpool goalkeeper's face was unsightly. He cried out in agony and dove out again, but unfortunately, he still couldn't save it this time.
"Swish!" The football slammed into the middle of the far corner, causing the net to violently shake, indenting more than two feet backward, demonstrating the power behind it.
The ball went in again! Three to three! Maël scored his second goal in this match, a brace!
"Yeah!" All the Arsenal fans on the sidelines stood up, spreading their arms to cheer and celebrate, sharing the joy of the goal.
"What's his name?" Someone asked with great curiosity.
"This kid is showing his strength at just the right time. Mr. Wenger is right on the sidelines; he'll definitely remember this kid!" Someone sighed inwardly.
"Is this metaphysics? How can someone hit two Long Shots in one game? It's unbelievably consistent!" Someone else clutched their head.
All the fans looked at the figure rushing to the sidelines to celebrate, feeling genuine admiration and joy.
Did you see that?
Cannon! This is the youth training of the Arsenal, this is our future!
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