"Line up the wall! Six people needed!"
Portsmouth's goalkeeper, Asdang, busied himself, constantly waving his hands to adjust the angle of the wall, "To the left! Keep going, a little more! Too much, half a step to the right! Good!"
Coming from Reading Youth Training, he played in the Premier League early in his career, but later couldn't adapt to the Premier League's competition, and spent the latter half in EFL Championship teams.
It can be said that he is an experienced goalkeeper.
He wouldn't be careless and underestimate the enemy. This free kick was about 25 meters from the goal, this not-too-close, not-too-far distance was the most suitable for a Long Shot.
Before the match, when the coach introduced Maël, he said that he had a skillful Long Shot.
"Come on."
He lowered his center of gravity, ready to defend against a heavy shot, while also guarding against Maël suddenly changing his strategy and shooting with a curve.
As for the opponent choosing to pass the ball?
He wouldn't worry about that. The six-man wall wasn't a real wall, not so rigid. Their positioning also marked the offside line, and the opponent wouldn't go offside to receive the ball.
Once Maël wanted to catch them off guard, his teammates should react instantly, dispersing the formation to mark the players.
"Hoo."
Asdang took a deep breath. He saw that Maël had already started his run-up.
"Oh," he also heard the excited voices of the Sheffield United fans on the sidelines. Some people seemed unable to restrain themselves.
They very much hoped that the goal they were defending would be pierced by this young kid in front of them! Asdang smiled slightly. The goalkeeper's favorite thing to do was naturally to shatter other people's hopes, to see others regrettably holding their heads, and to hear the applause of their own fans.
"Score it!"
In front of the penalty area arc, Gilbert clenched his fists, hoping that his friend could lift everyone's spirits.
The atmosphere was here, all that was missing was a goal!
Most of the others were also gritting their teeth in anticipation. They stared intently at the football, hoping to see it smash into the net in the next moment.
*"Bang!!"*
Under the spotlight, Maël kicked the ball. He stretched his body to the extreme, swinging his leg to the limit of his flexibility, and then shot it out with all his strength.
A cloud of debris scattered where the football was, soil and short grass rose from the ground, scattering and falling, demonstrating the Strength of the kick.
The football went straight towards the top of the wall. Six Portsmouth players jumped high, trying to block the ball.
"Ah!!"
Goalkeeper Asdang shouted, lowering his center of gravity a little more, judging the landing point of the football.
When he saw that the landing point of the football seemed to be right at the top of the Portsmouth wall, he relaxed a little. The ball should be intercepted.
But then, whether it was because someone was afraid of the speed of the ball, or tilted their body! The football actually passed through the wall and flew towards the near corner of the goal!
Fack! In a flash, Asdang didn't even have time to complain, and turned his head to the left blankly and instinctively.
*"Swish!!"*
The football hit the net, the remaining power still there, driving it to rotate violently, and then fall.
Changing his center of gravity several times in a second, and now deflated, Asdang quickly fell to the ground in an extremely twisted posture.
He closed his eyes, because he knew that what was coming was an earth-shattering roar.
He didn't shatter the fans' hopes, but became a part of Maël and the fans' play, becoming a background board.
"Yeah!!" Countless hands were raised from the stands, countless people threw their hats and other light objects out of the fan stands, venting their emotions.
Gareth Speed on the sidelines got up again and rushed to the fourth official, roaring at the fourth official who had just ignored him, "Come on! Come on!"
He pounded his chest with his fist. In this hot, surging atmosphere, even he, who was usually so calm, began to attack indiscriminately.
He seemed to be saying, if there's no red card, then punish them with a goal! Everything was just right, when the team needed a goal, it really came! One to zero!
Maël scores with a Long Shot! "Oh—!" Maël roared and ran to the sidelines. He kicked the ball out, so he naturally saw who missed the ball.
On the way to celebrate, he turned to look at Michael Brown, who had just ignited the conflict, and smiled: "So it turns out that you people are just tough on the lips, but when you really get on the field, you don't dare to use your face to catch the ball for the team."
This is not moral kidnapping. Professional players have tough bodies, and they don't know how many kicks they've taken from football since they were young.
Most people aren't afraid of being hit by a soccer ball.
Being hit in the face is even less painful than being hit in the abdomen or ribs.
But Michael Brown still dodged; he instinctively feared when he saw the soccer ball heading towards his face.
Maël didn't give the infuriated Michael Brown a chance to start a conflict. He went to the sideline, leaped high, and performed a side kick, celebrating by kicking the corner flag.
All the anger and repression were released in this kick. He got goosebumps, and the adrenaline made him feel like a superman.
3 goals and 4 assists!
So far in his career, he has created 7 goals! This isn't a field to suppress him, but a field to release him. He will eventually land in the Premier League from here.
...
On Bar Street, in Kodall's old shop.
"Maël is standing at the penalty spot, ready to take this free kick. We all know he has a high-success-rate cannon shot that always gives the goalkeeper a lot of trouble."
Hundreds of fans gathered here, with an occupancy rate of over a hundred people, all staring at the TV screen.
"The camera focuses on Asdang, an excellent goalkeeper. This time, he will face off against Maël! Maël starts his run-up, a powerful shot!!"
Kodall had already raised his hands when Maël started his run-up; it must be his intuition acting up again.
"Goal!! A wonderful free kick directly breaks the goal, Maël! Scores his third goal of the season, still his signature long shot cannon!"
"Oh!" Cheers rang out in the bar. Because it was an enclosed space, the shouts of hundreds of people still roared with the momentum of thousands of troops and horses.
Many people clapped their hands, and many people banged their glasses on the table, instantly bringing everyone's emotions to a climax.
"Maël!"
Someone shouted and picked up the scarf they had just bought when they came in.
This action seemed to remind everyone, and someone immediately stood up and walked to the bar where Kodall was.
"I want a scarf!"
"Our table is only 79 pounds short of 300 pounds in spending, give me all Stout."
"I want a wine jug! I want to take it home and treasure it!"
This time, someone was even willing to buy a wine jug to collect. Collecting wine has always been a common hobby around the world.
It's just that before, they didn't think a jug of wine with Maël's signature had any special meaning, and felt it was better to buy practical items.
But at this emotional high point, someone felt it was valuable!
A player who debuted in Sheffield United and has a promising future, a player who can stir up their emotions at any time.
How could he not be valuable?
"If Sheffield United ever produces a home-grown player like Maël in the future, I will definitely take out this jug of wine and invite him to drink."
Someone who bought a wine jug said with a smile, holding it in his hand.
Even more, someone imitated him after getting the wine jug and said, "If Maël can become a big star in the future, I will treasure this wine forever."
"When I have children in the future, if they can join the youth training team, I will definitely take it out and pour them a glass."
Many whistles sounded, and the people at the scene seemed to support these two very much.
Under everyone's buying spree, the 25 limited-purchase items for this week were quickly sold out, and Kodall could only explain at the counter.
"Everyone, come again next week. I believe Maël will still bring us a good experience next week."
He raised the glass in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and smiled sincerely, showing his teeth.
This event seems to be the right thing to do!
Wait, if Maël really becomes a big star in the future, wouldn't I be his first brand partner?
Thinking about it this way, it's quite glorious. The old man quickly became radiant again, running around toasting and drinking.
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