"Higgins clears the ball, hitting Evans on the head, changing direction! Oh... it's in!!"
From the commentary box, the Sky Sports commentator once again excitedly raised his hands, fully immersed in the moment, "Maël scores! A powerful shot! A powerful shot inside the penalty area! Truly brilliant! He has completed a brace in this match, and also has an assist! He has created three goals single-handedly!
"Four to one! Preston had just seen a glimmer of hope for an equalizer, but Maël has kicked them back to square one! Gareth Speed must be laughing his head off, who knew he could pick up such a capable player from Arsenal!"
It could be said that this goal had an element of luck.
But the football field is full of coincidences, and no matter what, Maël seized the opportunity and grasped it firmly!
The seventeen-year-old young player controlled this game, and anyone who saw it would feel excited and envious! "Oh!"
On the field, Maël was enveloped in loud shouts, bathed in the adoring gazes of the fans, and sprinted towards the corner flag area.
He roared and slid on his knees, feeling the softness of the grass, and released everything.
Once he scored a goal, his body guided him to run here, and gave him inexhaustible strength, as if some strength and stamina had exploded from his potential.
Celebration is like this, it is the most exciting moment engraved in people's bones.
"Come on!"
Gilbert rushed up, leaping high and hitting Maël's chest with his own, venting his emotions, "Brace! Woohoo! Bro, you're so handsome!"
Other teammates also arrived quickly, either giving Maël a high five or hugging him.
Behind their celebration group were Preston players with their heads down and hands on their hips, they seemed to be in two different worlds from the Sheffield United players, a world of ice and fire.
This often happens on the football field, one side's sadness sets off the other side's joy.
"Who was marking him?" Some Preston players spread their hands with a bitter look.
"Don't know, anyway, your defense is always as bad as ever." Some forwards came back and shrugged, complaining.
"Don't you have any responsibility?" A defensive player retorted.
They had infighting, indeed, they had just scored a goal to revive their morale, they had just boosted their spirits, but it was like a dream, a flash in the pan.
Falling from heaven to hell! Landers on the sidelines still wanted to say something, but a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart, and he finally sighed and returned to the coaching bench.
"Clap clap clap clap clap...!"
In the sixtieth minute of the game, Maël, who was in great form today, was replaced by Mark Yates, and the audience burst into warm applause.
Maël's performance completely conquered this stadium, and the fans were not stingy with their praise, many people gave him a thumbs up.
Maël raised his hands and clapped, smiling to signal to the fans.
I have to say, this feeling is really good, everyone stands up for you and sees you off.
His home debut at Bramall Lane was close to perfect, he played at the highest level, and achieved data he didn't even expect.
2 goals and 1 assist!
A simple calculation of the bonus is £6,500, plus £3,000 for winning the game, close to ten thousand!
Great achievement.
"I'm a little envious of you."
Gareth Speed greeted him on the sidelines, his eyes full of appreciation, "Keep up the good work, kid, your future must be in the Premier League, in the Champions League, in the World Cup."
This is a somewhat exaggerated statement in today's view, but he doesn't care, he just wants to express his optimism about Maël.
"Hopefully." Maël smiled and gave him a routine hug, and after sitting down on the bench, he was surrounded by Joelson.
Joelson sat next to him, his face full of surprise and excitement, he opened his mouth several times to say something, but he couldn't organize his words.
"Mr. Joelson."
Maël looked at him and said sincerely: "Thank you for bringing me to this arena and giving me the opportunity to enjoy all this."
"Remember what you said before? I can give you the answer now. During the loan period, I will definitely give everything to the club."
"Good, good, good!" Joelson said three good words in a row, he was so excited that he couldn't find the north.
"Beep, beep, beep!"
The referee blew the whistle to end the match. In the end, this first game after Gareth Speed took office concluded with Sheffield United winning against Preston four to one!
It was a perfect debut, for everyone.
After a few words with the players leaving the field, Maël headed towards the locker room to shower and change.
"Hey! Maël!"
A voice sounded from behind him. He turned around and saw a staff member with a work badge. The staff member saw him turn around and hurriedly smiled, "You're the Man of the Match for this game. You need to do an interview."
Man of the Match. Maël smiled slightly and gladly accepted the interview invitation.
He was led by the staff to the advertising boards at the side of the field, surrounded by seven or eight cameras, with several microphones stuck in his face.
He only needed two games to go from being unnoticed to somewhat famous.
A staff member handed him a small crystal cup, engraved with the words 'EFL Championship Man of the Match', with an exquisite design.
Maël played with the crystal cup, his heart surging. This was just the first time. In the future, he would definitely have countless more.
He would take all the awards step by step, from Man of the Match to Player of the Month, from Player of the Month to Player of the Season! Then, he would collect all these trophies and create his own hall of fame! Presumably, any time he looked back in the future, he would be filled with the surging emotions of the moment he won the award. This would definitely be a beautiful memory.
"What are your feelings?" A reporter with a Sky Sports microphone asked.
"Very good."
Maël raised his eyebrows, shrugged and smiled, "The first time is always good. Whether it's the first goal or the Bramall Lane debut, they are all impressive.
"And when the two appear together, it must be unforgettable."
The Sky Sports reporter nodded, smiled and took a step back. A BBC reporter then handed the microphone up, "Four rounds into the season, you've scored 2 goals and 3 assists, and with so little playing time.
"What are your goals for this season? Or what are your expectations for your personal performance?"
Maël thought for a moment, then looked up at the surrounding stands of fans and said intoxicatedly, "I hope to win more games, the feeling of winning is intoxicating.
"As for myself, let's set a small goal first. I hope to get 10 league goals and 10 league assists."
As soon as these words came out, many reporters looked surprised. Double-Double stats were a very big statement, the young man was indeed daring to speak.
Looking at Maël's serious face, a reporter asked, "Good goal, but have you ever thought that the good start is because everyone lacks understanding of you.
"If all the teams have studied you thoroughly, then it will be impossible to easily score goals and assists in the EFL Championship."
"I know."
Maël nodded, stroked his hair and smiled, "But have you ever thought that it is impossible for me to stand still, I will definitely improve."
After speaking, he raised the crystal cup in his hand and squeezed out of the crowd of reporters, "Thank you, you will see."
Many reporters turned to look at his back, a figure with high spirits and youthful arrogance, making people feel omnipotent.
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