"Jay Simpson kicks off from the center circle, passing it back to the center-back! They choose a long pass to the wing, but the ball is lost! Now it's Sheffield United's turn to control, they've won back possession and are passing back to organize!" Ward receives the ball, a diagonal long pass finds space on the left wing, Lotton brings the ball down! He passes it back again, it's not easy to attack, the opponent has cut off Maël's passing lane!"
On the field, after a series of changes in possession, Sheffield United still passed the ball back to regain control.
They weren't in a hurry, patiently waiting for an opportunity to attack.
At this moment, losing possession due to recklessness could very likely result in the opponent scoring a goal amidst their frenzied momentum, which is something no one wanted to see.
"Get up, pressure them!"
"Charge, charge, charge!"
Hull City players in dark yellow jerseys charged forward under the command of their captain, using their last bit of energy to press high up the pitch.
"They're coming! Watch out behind you!"
"Here, here!"
The Sheffield United players were highly focused, each observing the situation and reminding their teammates to handle the ball more rationally.
Everyone had a strong desire to hold onto the ball, which was rare. In important matches, players often fear taking the ball due to fear of making mistakes.
Unless, everyone wants to do something! "Sheffield United substitution! Number 10 and Number 17 are coming off!"
In the 78th minute of the match, the stadium DJ's voice rang out, and Sheffield United made a substitution.
Gilbert, who scored a goal, and Janu Hans, who was on the verge of cramping, were taken off, and Montgomery and Mark Yates came on.
Removing two midfielders and replacing them with a midfielder and a winger who also plays as a midfielder, Gareth Speed's intention to strengthen the attack was obvious.
But to be honest, there was some risk involved.
Gilbert and Janu Hans ran off the field, both with different kinds of frustration, as they both wanted to play a bit longer.
"Leave it to your teammates."
Gareth Speed noticed their disappointment and chuckled as he gave them a high-five: "Trust them, they will get a good result for us."
As he said this, he suppressed his nervousness, but in reality, he was still under a lot of pressure, his eyebrows and temples constantly tense.
At Bramall Lane Stadium, on a day like this, a draw is a loss.
"Hopefully."
Gilbert nodded and went to sit on the bench with Janu Hans, putting on a long-sleeved cotton coat.
On the field, Lotton threw the ball in, and Montgomery, who had just come on, passed it back to him with a 'bang', and he swept it forward to Maël's control area.
Maël stepped back to receive the pass, and as he turned around, he saw the opponent's wing-back rushing up.
He took a step to the right, then dribbled the ball towards the baseline, tentatively trying to use his Speed to break past the opponent.
Unexpectedly, this wing-back had good Speed and stayed right next to him, only half a body length behind.
"Pa!" Maël stopped abruptly with a cut, suddenly heading towards the center.
There were more defenders there, making it more difficult to break through the opponent's defense, but he wanted to try! Otherwise, being stuck on the wing would make it even harder to perform.
After making the Cut Inside move, the wing-back was too tall and slow to turn around, so he didn't catch up immediately.
This gave Maël time to handle the ball. He looked up to observe his teammates' positioning, and after finding no good opportunities, he lowered his head and focused all his attention on the ball at his feet.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
His two feet quickly touched the ball, either dribbling or flicking, often combining step-overs or Bicycle Kick moves.
In fact, his ability to break through could only be described as adequate, definitely not unpredictable or versatile, and still far from being a truly powerful dribbler.
The only thing that gave him the confidence to dribble past people was his excellent explosiveness and Strength! If he had to find a template, he thought it would be Traoré, who later played for Wolves, as he belonged to such a small explosive point on the wing.
Of course, the peak Traoré's Speed and Strength should be at lv4 level.
He was still some distance away from that intensity, but he had a shot! After shaking off a bit of an angle, Maël decisively swung his body sideways, smoothly swinging his leg towards the ball.
"Bang!!"
A soft sound rang out, and Maël could no longer see the net at the moment of shooting, as the defending player blocking him blocked his view.
But he still shot! He was confident he could steal a shooting angle with the arc! Moreover, he couldn't see the net and the goalkeeper, and the goalkeeper couldn't see his specific shooting action, not knowing exactly where he would kick the ball.
The football drew a beautiful arc, the ball Speed wasn't fast, but it arrived in front of the goal in an instant!
"Oh," faint shouts had already begun, some Sheffield United fans stood up and shouted the moment he shot, they couldn't hold back anymore.
In front of the goal line, Mannone really didn't see Maël's action, but as an experienced goalkeeper, he still focused on the left side.
Shots from this angle usually go towards the far corner, which is a habit of strikers when shooting.
Sure enough!
He saw a football loop out from the side of his own defender's legs, smashing towards the far corner.
"Damn!" Mannone didn't take it lightly, shouting and diving towards the left side of the goal.
He didn't want to gamble on whether the ball would be on target, he would dive first!
He was full of confidence because he had done almost his best, prepared in advance and reacted quickly.
Until the moment his fingertips touched the football, his face suddenly turned pale, and his heart skipped a beat.
Didn't touch it! Only grazed it! The pride in Mannone's heart quickly disappeared, replaced by regret and endless remorse, just half a finger away, he could have dragged the ball out.
Now, he had to close his eyes and wait for God's judgment the moment he landed, everything that happened in the stadium next would tell him the answer.
"Yeah!!" A hysterical roar rang out, sentencing Mannone to death, and also sentencing Hull City, the entire stadium fell into madness, the earth seemed to tremble.
For a moment, Mannone hoped he could stay in the air forever, so he wouldn't have to face reality.
The boomerang hit him quickly! It made his face hurt! After landing, he nervously waited for his teammates to save the day, not wanting to be nailed to the pillar of shame by his opponents, accepting the humiliation of the winners as the defeated.
But no one came up, the teammates all lowered their heads, standing in place with annoyance.
Only the figure that Mannone least wanted to see detoured over before celebrating, at this moment, it was more like coming from hell.
"Catch it!"
Maël roared, his emotions reaching a high point, with nothing but excitement and joy in his brain, he returned all of Mannone's previous ridicule: "Use the net you guard to catch it?!"
He vented most of his emotions on the opposing goalkeeper, releasing himself.
Three to two! They surpassed the score!
"Come on!!" Evans followed up, directly clenching his right fist and right arm, shouting and celebrating in the direction of Mannone.
Just now Mannone's ridicule was aimed at him, Maël was like sticking up for him, now that the ball went in, he of course had to take advantage of his teammate's glory to return all the anger he had suffered.
Mannone lowered his head with a dark face, picked the ball out of the goal, and threw it to the front court.
His cheeks were burning, he had nothing to say, just praying in his heart that this damn thing would pass quickly.
Maël came up and put his arm around Evans's shoulder, they ran towards the side of the field together, in excitement only remembering the sliding celebration, sliding out together heartily.
Evans didn't contribute much to this goal, at most attracting a defense.
But who would think about that at this time, the emotions were here, just slide along!
"The ball went in!! A shining moment for the star, Maël received the ball on the wing, Cut Inside all the way to shoot, sending the ball into Hull City's net!!
"The situation has changed again, Sheffield United has returned to the leading position, this game is really full of ups and downs, magnificent!!"
What happened in front of the goal area was just a small moment.
At the same time, there were many different faces of Sheffield people in the stadium, and many high-definition cameras were capturing these scenes and putting them on the broadcast screen.
In the coaching area, Gareth Speed turned around, and after bumping chests and hugging with Joelson and others who rushed over, he walked towards the fan area.
He clenched his fists and took small steps forward, punching angrily every two steps, raising his emotions by a notch, "OhOhOhYeah!"
The fans couldn't keep up with him at first, but slowly some people started shouting and waving their fists with him, until finally, most of the people in this stand joined in.
His disciple scored a goal, but Gareth Speed also enjoyed the pleasure of raising his arms and being responded to by the crowd.
This made him feel that the reason why people like being a coach is probably here.
"Nice! Nice!!"
In the substitute area, Janu Hans and Gilbert, who had just come off the field, jumped up, subconsciously wanting to rush towards Maël.
Thinking that they were already off the field, they laughed and clapped, then put their arms around each other's shoulders and cheered: "Maël! Maël!!"
"Oh!"
Inside the private box, the cheers from the field drifted in. The six of them stood up at the same time, elated, and exchanged high-fives and hearty hugs.
"Maël!"
"It was his goal this time!!"
"Didn't expect to be so lucky, coming to see him and he just happened to score."
"He's very efficient to begin with."
The three adults were almost drunk, and the feeling of distance was long gone. At this moment, they forgot their identities, forgot their nationalities, and only knew to celebrate the goal.
They even treated the three children equally, not forgetting them when high-fiving and celebrating.
McCabe squatted down, high-fived Ava, and then picked her up, bringing her to the sliding glass door. "Want to hear the sounds outside?"
"Yes." Ava nodded with a smile, reaching out to open the sliding door.
McCabe helped her open it, and in an instant, the cold air outside rushed in, causing everyone who had been enjoying the air conditioning to feel a strong sense of discomfort.
However, immediately after, they clearly felt the real atmosphere inside the stadium after the barrier was removed, and heard the cloud-piercing cheers, "Yeah!!"
The room seemed to tremble, the red wine in the glasses swaying. Marge and Ava covered their ears.
"So shocking!"
Clermont and Betty exchanged glances, their emotions also stirred. When they thought that all of this was for Maël, their eyes suddenly warmed, as if hot tears were welling up.
It was as if everyone tacitly made their loudest sound, shouting at the top of their lungs, they revered Maël, who had scored the goal, as a god.
"You see."
McCabe turned his head to look at everyone, shaking his head and chuckling softly, "He belongs here, and here belongs to him. He brings the fans this kind of performance almost every week, and the fans reciprocate with their enthusiasm and love.
"He's a loaned player, but he conquered the fans here from the very beginning. Now, he is the king of this city, this team.
"If we make it to the super league, his figure will be engraved in the hearts of all Sheffield people, never to be erased."
Clermont's body trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the inside out. He swallowed, "Our whole family feels honored that he can achieve such accomplishments."
McCabe put Ava down, came to the table and opened another bottle of red wine, adding some for everyone. After raising his glass, he smiled faintly and tilted his head.
As if to say, it should be so.
"What kind of person will he become in the future?" Betty was drunk, her cheeks flushed, and she looked at the figure below and asked.
"Who knows?"
McCabe didn't answer, and also turned his gaze to the field, "I look forward to the day he reaches the top, although I don't know which one is his peak."
The three children in the family listened to the adults chatting, and seeds were also buried in their hearts, hoping that their brother could become an even more famous person.
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