# Brace! November Conclusion! Gareth Speed's Inside Scoop! [55]
November 27th, Sheffield United welcomed their final match of the month.
They traveled to Bristol City's home stadium, Ashton Gate Stadium, for a challenging away game.
As it was the last game of the month, the players attached great importance to it, stepping onto the field with a desire for victory.
However, the game's development far exceeded their expectations.
"A header! Robert's save! And a follow-up shot, Adomah faces an open goal, will he give Bristol City the lead?" He's down! It's Ward's tackle after chasing back, the referee calls a foul, a foul that denies a clear goal-scoring opportunity, Ward is not calm, he shouldn't have made that reckless tackle from behind!" Red card! In the 11th minute, Sheffield United are down to ten men, this could be a turning point in the game!
"Bristol City get a penalty opportunity, Pitman is going to take it!"
The camera focused on Gareth Speed's face, he bit his lower lip, clearly speechless.
But what's done is done, there's no point in complaining now.
"Evans, you go to the right wing to cover Ward's position, leave Bologanovic alone in the middle!"
He made a simple adjustment, "Bologanovic! Go up when attacking, usually return to midfield to defend if there's no chance, understand?"
Watching him nod, he turned and communicated with Evans and Maël again, "When he falls back to defend, you two should move towards the middle as much as possible, you must hold the central position."
After doing all this, he returned to the coaching bench, took a sip of water, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and sighed.
Being sent off so early, it seems the goal of ending the month with a victory is slowly fading away.
"Pitman with a push shot! He fooled the goalkeeper and steadily put the penalty in! One-nil, Bristol City, with one more player, takes the lead at home!" The game situation is completely leaning towards them, they are very likely to take down Sheffield United!"
"..."
"Sheffield United's attacking opportunity, Janu Hans is coming up with the ball, only Gilbert is supporting him around, can he pass the ball?"
"Passes to Gilbert, Gilbert is also caught in a double team! He chooses a lob pass to find the high center forward's head, Bologanovic! A header back, the situation opens up!" Evans receives the ball, a horizontal pass! The person Bristol City least wants to see receive the ball, has the ball!"
"Maël is not in a hurry to shoot, he is blocked by the defender, Evans on the right wing is re-inserting, will he pass?" No! He wants to dribble himself! Dribbling, then changing direction, then dribbling again!! Oh.! He dodges two people from the middle position, enters the penalty area, a Curved Shot!!
"Oh, oh, oh!! Are you kidding me?!"
Accompanied by the commentator's English accent, the football gorgeously brushed past the side netting, and also violently rotated towards the inner net.
Bristol City's players stared wide-eyed, then lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look directly at their own fans.
"Yeah!" A faint cheer came from the away stands, as Sheffield United's fans were in jubilation, their limelight overshadowing Bristol City's at this moment.
Maël temporarily put the team's predicament behind him, and came to the sidelines to celebrate this solo goal as much as he could.
After the Speed and Coordination were completely improved, the lethality of his breakthrough skills was significantly enhanced, which gave him the confidence to kill from the middle to the penalty area, and finally complete this goal with superb skills.
Maël remembered that fleeting Gunner Piątek, made a double gun with both hands, and slid out along the grass, roaring along the way: "*Boom! Boom! Boom!*"
Human essence celebration is naturally an indispensable scene on the court.
At a certain moment, Maël felt that people like him should never consume their emotions.
Every celebration he can usher in a moment to release himself, has a strong sense of satisfaction, which is also the spiritual food that supports him to carry out boring training day after day.
He will not relax, this is only his debut season, he has not been to a real large stadium, to try the taste of celebration there.
One day, he will travel all over the famous stadiums in the world, leaving his mark in those places.
After the restart, Sheffield United's situation did not improve.
As a veteran team, if Bristol City can't gain an advantage with one more player, then the players and coaches can retire on the spot.
"Pitman! Gets a chance outside the penalty area, shoots directly! Volley!!" A worldie!! His performance today is very bright! Brace! Bristol City takes the lead again!" Their numerical advantage in the local area is very obvious, this advantage is ultimately converted into one scoring opportunity after another, falling on their heads!"
"..."
"This time it's Jamie McAllister! A light push shot, three to one! The goal in the 79th minute basically killed the game!
"Let's take a look at the replay, after he came up from the full-back position, Bristol City formed a three-on-one situation on the left, or four-on-two, Sheffield United can't defend this numerical advantage.
"They almost passed the ball into the net, locking in 3 points with a four-two-one-thousand-pound approach!"
It is a fact that Sheffield United's defense is not strong, only one of these defenders has played a full EFL Championship season, and the rest are newly promoted.
Most of their strong players are gathered in the middle and front fields, such as Maël, Evans, Janu Hans, Ward, etc.
In the past, when these players could bring great pressure to their opponents, forcing them to weaken their attacking ability, they wouldn't feel too much pressure and their performance would be passable.
But in a situation like today, there's really nothing they can do.
Time slowly passed, and the Sheffield United players gradually realized that this match might be impossible to win.
However, they didn't play passively. They still ran tirelessly, fighting for every ball.
Even if they lost, they had to do it with dignity.
In the last minute of injury time, Evans, playing in an unfamiliar position, couldn't resist the urge to make a final effort on the wing.
He dribbled the ball towards the center, then cut in from the flank, charging all the way to the byline.
"Bang!"
Because his center of gravity was unstable, he didn't observe the situation in the middle and used a shot with the front of his foot to deliver a Cross.
This was indeed a good Cross option, using extremely fast ball Speed to disrupt the opponent's defense.
Whether their own players touched the ball while trying to score, or the opposing players mishandled their clearance, it could create a goal.
"Thwack!" The Bristol center-back twisted his body to clear the ball, but as expected, he mishandled it.
He didn't even judge the landing point correctly. When the ball came over, it didn't land on his foot, but on the shin guard on his calf.
The only fortunate thing was that because it hit the outside of his calf, the ball didn't fly towards the goal, but towards the outside of the penalty area.
"Careful!"
The defender had just caught his breath when he heard the goalkeeper's tense voice, "Block him!"
He turned his head and saw Maël, that pest in a Sheffield United jersey, who had miraculously appeared in the path of his clearance.
"Damn it." The defender was extremely depressed, but he gritted his teeth and rushed up, sliding towards the ball at Maël's feet.
"Bang!!" A shocking blast resounded throughout the stadium. The ball flew straight from Maël's feet, rising in a straight line, without any arc or spin, and no elevator effect.
It went straight, without any emotion, coldly slamming into the goal.
"Swish!" The Bristol City goalkeeper didn't even make a move to save it. The ball was nailed into the net, smashing the net inward.
Two to three! In the final moments, Sheffield United scored another goal! "Yeah!" The away fans' shouts rang out again, in contrast to the silence in the home fans' area.
Maël glanced at the time and, realizing that the injury time was over, didn't take the ball back to the center line, but stood in place, clenching his fist and celebrating.
Brace!
His signature Long Shot goal finally reappeared on this field! His teammates quickly came over, opening their arms and rushing towards him.
The Bristol City players had mixed feelings, with cold sweat breaking out on their backs, and a bit of relief in their hearts.
Was this the tenacity and final dignity that a star player brought to a team? Fortunately, they had played well earlier and seized their opportunities.
Otherwise, the outcome of this match would have been hard to say.
After the restart, the referee blew the whistle to end the match.
In the end, Bristol City secured a hard-fought victory at home. Sheffield United didn't lose face either, walking out of Ashton Gate Stadium with their heads held high, accepting defeat.
"An unforgettable match!"
The commentator concluded, saying, "10-man Sheffield United put a lot of pressure on Bristol City, ending the match with the smallest of margins!
"Maël showed his individual heroism in today's match. He scored two goals alone, putting the home fans in constant fear and worry.
"Many people often discuss whether individual heroism on the field is related to selfishness, whether it is a derogatory term, but I don't think so.
"This is a transformation that every superstar will complete early in their career, an important process to temper their strong hearts, exercise their courage, and accumulate confidence!"
On the return bus, Maël wore headphones, watching the street scenes flashing past the window, pondering something.
November ended just like that. In the 5 games this month, he played in 4, creating 3 goals and 3 assists, a performance that could be considered excellent.
Compared to last month, his biggest change was that he had more ways to score, making him more difficult for EFL Championship defenders to figure out.
It seemed like the data had slipped a bit, but his performance on the field was better.
As more and more teams understood him, valued him, and sent more troops to defend him, he had to have multiple ways to deal with various situations.
Only in this way can he avoid being a flash in the pan and ensure a highly efficient and long-lasting brilliant career like Messi and Ronaldo.
"That's 12 goals."
Gareth Speed took advantage of a red light to move his seat and came to Maël's side, first expressing his congratulations: "Watford's Graham currently has 14 goals, only 2 ahead of you, keep it up."
Maël nodded and smiled without speaking. He knew that the other party had come over suddenly, and there should be something else to say.
"Two wins, two draws, and one loss this month, another 8 points."
Gareth Speed looked out the window and turned to look at Maël as he said this, "37 points in 19 rounds, this result is very good. In any season, this is the momentum to compete for a playoff spot.
"Do you have any other ideas? Or rather, do you like this club?"
"I like it."
Maël answered the second question first. He made his debut here, made a name for himself, and completed the breakthrough from zero to one.
How could he not like such a place that carries countless important moments and his highest emotions? "Ideas..." He also understood what Gareth Speed's first sentence meant, but it was difficult to answer.
"The Football Association of Wales has invited me."
Gareth Speed dropped a bombshell out of nowhere, lowering his voice and suddenly bursting out with a shocking revelation, "That's my hometown. From the first day of my coaching career, I dreamed of being able to wield the baton there.
"But now, I'm a little hesitant."
He looked into Maël's eyes, very sincerely: "And I must admit, my hesitation is closely related to you."
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