At the same time, inside Bramall Lane Stadium, the EFL Championship Round 34 match between Sheffield United and Derby County also came to an end.
The score of the match was clearly displayed on the large screens on both sides of the stadium: Sheffield United 3:3 Derby County! "Oh!!" Even though it was a draw, the match ended with cheers from the fans. Sheffield United fans were extremely excited, jumping up and down in the stands.
February was over. During these 28 days, they rarely showed regret or disappointment, mostly engaging in hysterical celebrations.
At this moment of summary, even if they didn't achieve a perfect ending, it didn't matter much.
Looking at the team's performance, in February, they played 7 matches, with four wins, two draws, and one loss, accumulating 14 points! They withstood the intensive schedule after the winter transfer window and didn't fall behind due to injuries and fatigue! The team still closely trailed Queens Park Rangers and Norwich, maintaining a significant hope of reaching the Premier League! "Maël! Maël! Maël!!"
The fans at the stadium cheered the name of the team's greatest contributor. The flag bearers, who had been waving flags and shouting for the entire match, were tireless at this moment. Every time they heard the crowd shout, they desperately spun the flags around.
Looking around, they seemed like a group of demons dancing wildly, tens of thousands of arms swinging together; or like pilgrims on a pilgrimage, performing some kind of fanatical ritual.
Maël stood in the center of the field, raising his hands and clapping, enjoying a hero's treatment.
He brought joy and passion to the fans here, and the fans reciprocated with all of this, giving him countless unforgettable moments and countless emotional climaxes.
This kind of achievement and satisfaction is indescribable. Perhaps, that's why there are so many people in the world who love football, and why children aspire to become football stars.
In the broadcast room, the Sky Sports commentator noticed this scene. He smiled slightly, his voice filled with excitement: "8 goals and 5 assists! This is the data report card that Maël has submitted for the 7 rounds of the EFL Championship this month!
"13 goal contributions in a single month, no matter which league you put him in, this is an unparalleled data sheet! He will undoubtedly win another Player of the Month award!
"Remember when he first contributed to 5 goals in a single month, some media asked him if he had ever thought that his current amazing performance was just because the defenders of other teams were not familiar with him, and other coaches didn't pay enough attention to him.
"Once they get familiar with you, it won't be so easy for you to score goals and assists in the EFL Championship.
"Maël's answer was that he would not stand still, he would keep improving!" At this point, his voice became even more impassioned: "Now it seems, he has done it! At least, other EFL Championship teams are slowly paying attention to his Speed, but they haven't caught up with his rate of improvement!
"28 goals and 21 assists, both goals and assists breaking through 20! The season is not over yet, how amazing!! "We all know that 22-year-old Fabregas completed an amazing record of 19 goals and 19 assists for Arsenal last season! Now, a younger and more outstanding young man has appeared! "I don't know if I say this, will it cause dissatisfaction among Fabregas fans, will I be scolded for not understanding the gap between the Premier League and the EFL Championship!
"But Maël will step into the Premier League next season, and go to the Emirates Stadium where Fabregas achieved his success. I believe that time will give us the answer, and Maël next season will tell us everything!"
Along with his commentary, the camera followed Maël through the player tunnel and into a Media Room inside the stadium.
Maël held the Man of the Match trophy and, amidst flashes of light and applause, received the commemorative Player of the Month trophy.
Generally speaking, the Player of the Month is discussed and selected after the end of the month, and it is usually awarded around the tenth of the following month.
But this month, The FA seemed to have skipped the post-month discussion and directly handed Maël the Player of the Month trophy after this match in a hurry.
Indeed, with 8 goals and 5 assists in a single month, if you want to compete with him, you might have to add up the data of Sean Long and Taarabt, combine them, to be competitive.
"Thank you."
Maël in the camera sent flying kisses with both hands to the award presenters on the scene, and also to the fans in front of the TV.
"Arsenal..."
Back in the Cherry Street cottage, Gilbert learned that Arsenal had lost the title battle and lamented, "Losing the championship in the final, or being upset by a Game-winning goal, is too uncomfortable."
Maël sat aside, watching the image of Mr. Wenger squatting desolately on the sidelines that the media had revealed, and he also felt uncomfortable.
This was his sympathy and pity for the tragic temperament of this old man's later life, a feeling that many fans who liked Mr. Wenger would have.
The only thing to be thankful for was that he had the opportunity to help this old man in the future and write a new chapter in history with him.
Better improve my strength... Strive to have the ability to directly change the fighting power of this team when I just return to Arsenal, help them reach a higher level, and have stronger competitiveness on many fronts! "Doesn't Arsenal still have the Premier League, Champions League and FA Cup this season?"
Harry and Safina also sat next to the two of them. They came to congratulate Maël on winning the 'Player of the Month' again. The former asked in confusion, "Is there no hope?"
"The league's hope is not great."
Maël couldn't remember Arsenal's achievements this year, but they definitely didn't win the Premier League and Champions League, "As for the Champions League... if they can beat Barcelona at Camp Nou in the second leg, then there is hope to go to the end."
He knew the approximate result, but tried to be as subtle as possible: "As for the FA Cup, maybe there is a chance. Now that they haven't won the League Cup, and the Champions League and Premier League are too difficult.
"Mr. Wenger should regroup and shift his focus to winning the FA Cup."
Harry nodded slightly. He was not an Arsenal fan and didn't know much about the team, but he still understood football.
After digesting what Maël said, he had new thoughts and shook his head and sighed: "I've heard about Arsenal's financial problems. It's hard to imagine how a team in this situation can still maintain good competitiveness now.
"Thinking about it now, Arsenal competed on four fronts this season, and only one front was eliminated with regret at the end of February, and this front even reached the final.
"Such a team, such a coach, does have some legendary color."
As an observer, he spoke from an objective standpoint: "I don't think Arsenal fans realize this yet. Their tastes have been spoiled. I heard they occasionally hurl abuse at this meritorious coach."
"Fans need results."
Safina wasn't an Arsenal fan, but she knew a bit about Wenger and Arsenal, adding, "They may love the club, but they see things from a different perspective. It's hard for them to consider things from the club's and Wenger's point of view."
"The anger after a loss often makes everyone lose their minds. It's normal for them to hurl abuse at Wenger at such times.
"After all, one of the most important responsibilities of a coach is to take responsibility and absorb the anger."
Saying this, she looked at Maël and Gilbert with a smile, "You're going back soon, are you feeling any pressure?"
"Of course, there is."
Gilbert answered first. He didn't have Maël's competitiveness and was in an awkward position: "If I go to an ordinary Premier League team, I don't even know if I can get into the starting lineup, let alone Arsenal."
"What about you?" He also looked at Maël, anticipating his answer.
"A little bit."
Maël stood up, walked to the refrigerator, took out a box of non-fat yogurt, and opened it. "However, I'm not worried about the competition within the team. What I'm more worried about is the competition on all fronts."
"You're so ambitious."
Safina took off her coat and sighed with a smile, "It's a top club after all. You should first consider your position in the team and stabilize your place."
Her work only served Maël, so she would definitely only consider the problem from Maël's perspective.
In her opinion, what Maël should think about now is how to deal with the competition, get along with the stars in the team, and try to avoid quarrels and conflicts with the big shots.
Arsenal wasn't Sheffield United. There were many players in the team with price tags of tens of millions.
After seeing Maël, it might be difficult for them to maintain the same appreciation and friendliness as the players of Sheffield United.
"No matter what."
Harry interjected at this moment, smiling and looking forward to it: "I'm still looking forward to the player that Safina and I serve being able to play in the starting lineup of a Premier League powerhouse at a very young age."
"Me too."
Safina picked up her drink and touched it against the yogurt in Maël's hand, raising her eyebrows slightly: "Good luck. Your success will be an honor for Harry and me."
"It will."
Maël cheered himself up. Thinking about it carefully, he would be 18 next year. If he could get into the starting lineup as soon as he went back, that would indeed be a good achievement.
...
Time slowly came to March. Sheffield United's schedule for this month was mainly concentrated in the first half. After the 19th, they would have a 14-day break for the 'international match day'.
19 days, 4 rounds of EFL Championship matches. The schedule was much more relaxed than last month, but it was definitely not easy.
On March 5th, the away game against Portsmouth arrived. This was the 35th round of the season.
The end of the season was really near.
"OhLeiAh!!"
Enveloped in the cheers of the fans, Gareth Speed sat on the coach's bench by the field with a look of vigor, chatting with Joelson.
"Is 8 points possible this month?"
Joelson asked Gareth Speed with a smile, feeling a bit playful and very relaxed; "Now you have 72 points, very close to the 80-point playoff zone goal you mentioned."
"Let me think."
Gareth Speed thought about the schedule and calculated, "4 league games, either win 3 games, or 2 wins and 2 draws undefeated... It's difficult, but I have confidence."
The sense of depression at the beginning of the season had disappeared from him. His face was no longer tired, and he was full of energy.
"Only 2 points behind Norwich."
Joelson was tidying his hair on the side, eagerly saying, "I really hope they have some problems this month, lose five or six points, and send us to the promotion zone... God bless us, abandon them."
"Haha..." Gareth Speed pointed a few times in the air with his finger, shook his head, and said, "You're full of bad ideas. Let's just play well ourselves, and don't worry about the rest.
"The results at the end of the season will not let down our efforts this season. I believe it will be like this."
At this moment, his gaze suddenly locked on the field, watching a figure wearing the number 17 jersey break into the penalty area, aiming at the upper corner of the near post and unleashing a *power shot*.
"Gilbert!!"
Gareth Speed raised his right hand, then didn't say anything more, because his cheers had already merged with those of the fans in the stadium, "Yeah!"
Joelson came out of the coaching area, gave him a high-five, and then they both returned to their seats, quietly watching the field.
"Bang!!"
Until the 62nd minute of the match, Maël broke through an opponent player one-on-one in a fast counter-attack, and smoothly unleashed a beautiful Curved Shot towards the far corner of the goal.
"Wow!!"
Gareth Speed and Joelson stood up from their seats again, victory was basically secured, and there wouldn't be any major problems.
Maël! Scored his 29th league goal in this match! "Did you give him the £1000 you owed him?" Joelson excitedly patted Gareth Speed's shoulder and asked.
"I gave it to him."
Gareth Speed nodded and replied with a smile, "How could I not give it to him? He is the most important person in the team, I can't owe anyone else but him."
"What about me?" Joelson patted his chest, looking expectant, "I brought the most important person to the team, if you don't give me a £1000 raise, at least give me some bonus, right?"
Gareth Speed glanced at him, turned his head speechlessly, and said to the players on the bench, "Someone's extorting me here."
However, he didn't forget his previous promise to Joelson, and after turning his head, he put on a shameless smile, "Joelson, do you remember what I said to you when I made that phone call?"
Joelson looked helpless, already knowing what Gareth Speed was going to say.
"That, I can give you."
Gareth Speed put a hand on his shoulder and said with a smile, "My love, you can have as much as you want, as intense as you want, I can give you everything I have."
"Hahaha!" He and the players on the bench all burst into laughter, the atmosphere was very lively.
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