Colney Training Base, U17 meeting room.
A group of Arsenal players clutched their heads, eyes wide, looking around for someone to share their amazement.
"He really scored 10 goals!"
"And so quickly!"
"How does he do it? Has he always been a match-type player?"
From the moment they saw Maël score his first goal, some had hoped that this player, who once trained with them, would reach 5 goals and 5 assists by the end of the season.
Initially, they thought that even getting close to that by the end of the season would be good enough. Even then, they would feel proud and have some confidence.
"See that? He used to be my brother, we trained together, our levels were about the same back then."
This was what they envisioned saying when bragging about Maël to others in the future, "Look at him now, how strong is he?"
As a result, Maël shattered their expectations time and time again, not in a disappointing way, but by forcing them to raise their expectations of him.
They kept raising them until now, and they really couldn't see where this former teammate could go.
Hans brought the shoes he lent to Maël that time, and the club had already known about it.
He didn't think it was a big deal to bring these shoes, or that there was anything wrong with it, because his feelings for Maël had changed.
He could only smile and say, "It seems that when he comes back, I'll have to get him to sign these shoes, frame them, and say they're from Maël's youth training period."
"Can you sell them to me?" a teammate who used to have a good relationship with Maël joked.
Hans was still smiling, but his tone was very firm: "Dream on."
They were noisy, some sighing, some joking, not noticing someone suddenly approaching behind the door.
It was Mr. Wenger. He finished work early today and probably knew that these young men were watching Maël and Gilbert's game again, so he came to find out what was happening.
In his mind, Maël, who had scored 4 goals and 5 assists in the past few league rounds, was already his most valued loaned player.
"Another goal?"
Looking at the lively atmosphere around him, he patted a youth training player on the shoulder. When the other party turned around, his expression clearly froze, obviously frightened and a little excited, "Mr. Wenger?"
At this time, most people turned around and saw the tall figure in a suit.
"A game-winning goal."
Hans saw his boss coming and quickly answered, "Maël used a Long Shot to kill the opponent and created more than 10 goals!"
Wenger's heart trembled, not because the increase of one game-winning goal was so surprising.
Mainly, when people do statistics, they always pay special attention to the integers in the tens and hundreds, which seems to be everyone's innate habit.
Substituting it into football, the numbers in the tens and hundreds are definitely a milestone worth remembering.
The feeling of creating 9 goals and creating 10 goals is too different, giving people two different orders of magnitude of feeling.
"Already that many?"
Wenger asked with a tremor, then nodded with a sigh, and finally sat down.
The game on TV was over, and Maël was once again named the best player after the game. His youthful face appeared in the post-match interview area, but he seemed very calm, as if he was familiar with the road.
The English Championship is gradually unable to hold him down.
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September 30th, Sheffield Training Base.
Maël finished his morning training, lying on the court, enjoying the pleasure of skill upgrades.
[Skill: Step-Over Shoulder Feint lv3]
[Proficiency: (1/800)]
[Effect: After learning the feint, you have added more physical feints, which makes the body feints larger when breaking through, more confusing, and greatly improves the success rate of dribbling!]
Another lv3 skill! Including Long Shot, Strength, Cross, and Bicycle Kick, this is already his fifth lv3 skill!
One shooting type, one physical type, one passing type, and now he has two dribbling skills, so he is not afraid of not having variability when attacking now.
In addition, he also has three lv2 skills, namely Speed, Coordination, and Observation.
"Feels like showing off my assets."
Maël smiled slightly; these were all the means he currently had to establish himself in the EFL Championship.
He wasn't in a hurry to covet other skills. Right now, it was more important to raise Long Shot to lv4 and Coordination and Speed to lv3.
[Skill: Brutal Shot lv3]
[Proficiency: (462/800)]
[Skill: Stabilization lv2]
[Proficiency: (237/800)]
[Skill: Sprint lv2]
[Proficiency: (198/800)]
As you can see, the proficiency of Shooting was far ahead, while the other two were slightly weaker.
This was related to the timing of training, not because his training was unbalanced.
"Now that Step-Over Dribbling is lv3, I can spend the time saved on practicing shooting."
Maël flexibly adjusted his training plan and estimated the time, "Presumably, the first lv4 skill will arrive in less than 20 days."
He was very much looking forward to the difference between lv4 and lv3 skills.
It must be very different.
On the way to the cafeteria, he ran into several Sheffield United players who looked at him with smiles, as if there was some good news.
Maël was a little surprised and didn't pay much attention. He called his uncle to ask if he had confirmed a time for the family to come to Sheffield United.
As a result, the answer was still that they were a bit busy and would have to postpone it.
Hanging up the phone, Maël wasn't in any particular mood. He just occasionally thought about it and hoped that his only family in this world could come and see him play.
That should be a different experience, a kind of homecoming in a different way.
Walking further, he was stopped by a club staff member, who said with a smile, "This might take up some of your time."
"What's up?" Maël asked, puzzled.
"September has passed, and the club has selected you as the Monthly Best player."
The staff member took out his phone, opened a newly published message on the club's official account, and held it in front of Maël's face, saying, "There will be a commemorative trophy for you. Please come with me."
"Monthly Best?"
Maël smiled and followed, "Okay."
This was quite novel. He just wondered why his record of 3 goals and 2 assists last month didn't win him the league's Monthly Best. "Actually, it's not just the team."
Just as he thought of this, he heard the staff member congratulate him again, "I heard that this month's EFL Championship Monthly Best is also yours, but The FA will officially give it to you before the next league game."
Maël smiled and nodded, his heart filled with even more joy. Finally, he followed the man to a media room, received a crystal cup with the Double Blades Team Emblem printed on it, and saw a line of text below.
"Season 10-11, September Sheffield United Team Best."
He picked up the trophy and exclaimed with joy, "Nice design."
After taking photos in the media room, Maël walked out of the administrative building and back on the road to the cafeteria.
Weak light shone through the branches, causing him to squint slightly. Looking at the clean and tidy asphalt road in front of him, he took a few deep breaths and felt that everything was full of vitality and vigor.
Unconsciously, Maël had moved forward a lot, yet it seemed like he had only taken the first step.
To summarize this month, 5 league games with 3 wins, 1 draw, and 1 loss, earning 10 points, and the team's ranking rose from 11th to 6th! He personally scored 3 goals and 2 assists, completing the feat of creating more than 10 goals in the season, and also won the EFL Championship Monthly Best, the team's Monthly Best, and the second Single Game Best.
It seemed that everything was developing in a good direction.
Where was the future waiting for him?
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