Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 155: Derby victory! A precious gift from Maher! An encouragement throughout life! [13]

"It's a goal! It's the 87th minute of the game! Maher's one-on-one shot helped Arsenal take the lead again!"

In the broadcasting room, Zhan Jun roared hoarsely with trembling in his voice, "Unbelievable goal, at this moment, he seemed to be stepping on a wind and fire wheel, striding through the entire defense line of Tottenham!

"Scored twice, 10th goal in the Premier League! Maher is now the top scorer in the Premier League!

“I think Spurs will regret celebrating for more than two minutes after the equaliser as it left them with little time to catch up once they conceded the goal again!
"This is the beauty of the derby! No one knows how the situation will change on the field, how the joy will fall on whom, or how it will change over and over again!
"Three to two! This could be a buzzer beater!"

After him, coach Zhang Lu also held back his words this time and quickly said: "Look at the replay, Tottenham's defense was crowded together at that moment.

"It was such a tiny mistake, a mistake that only lasted for a moment, that Mahel seized upon it again and used a violent dribble to overtake the entire defense line.

"With a player like you, you can't just leave him alone. Someone has to keep an eye on him all the time. If you don't pay attention, all kinds of situations will come together and a goal will be scored."

On the sidelines, right in front of the Tottenham fans, the entire Arsenal coaching bench went crazy, and they stood up and danced to celebrate.

Philip opened his arms, ready to rush out of the coaching booth to celebrate with others.

Wenger in front of him finally lost his composure. He bent his knees slightly, leaned back, clenched his fists, looked up at the sky and roared, "Yeah!"

Three to two!
From falling behind to equalizing and then overtaking, from leading to being equalized and then to the winning goal!

Who can still keep calm?
"Oh!"

Wenger was unable to dodge the attacks from Philip and others this time. He was quickly knocked to the ground by the excited Arsenal coaching staff and lay there in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Ha ha!"

Finally, perhaps because he was tired or just wanted to be quiet and enjoy the atmosphere, he smiled and stretched out his body to lie flat on the grass, creating a beautiful landscape.

Whether in terms of his height, his dress or his identity, this was bound to be an eye-catching scene, and he caused another sensation in the Arsenal fan zone.

On the other side of the field, Van Persie and Walcott, who were standing closer together, looked at each other.

“What should I say?!”

Van Persie was delighted. He rubbed his face with his hands in disbelief, and then excitedly rushed to the nearest fan area.

"This has to be a joke!" Walcott found it difficult to express his emotions, and he jumped onto Van Persie's back in astonishment.

For a winning goal, you don’t necessarily have to celebrate with the player who scored the goal. The emotions accumulated at this moment will make everyone feel the joy of having scored a goal!
The joy of winning will make them forget everything else, especially when facing their mortal enemy!
Some of them will rush directly to the nearest fan area to share the joy with nearby fans.

"Aahhh!"

Van Persie carried Walcott on his back and both of them waved their arms wildly at the ecstatic Arsenal fans.

Of course, they did not forget Maher. After the first wave of celebrations, the two men looked in Maher's direction and pointed their fingers.

These two fingers later evolved into thumbs, and the two did not hide their admiration and appreciation for Mahel.

core?

If this is not the core, then no one can be the core!

After putting Walcott on his back, Van Persie called him to run towards Maher, ready to celebrate this wonderful goal together.

Van Persie had thought before that the arrival of newcomer Maher was a sign that he would steal his limelight. When the other party really becomes the core of the team, has a higher ranking in the scorer list and more attention, will he be uncomfortable?
He couldn't give an accurate answer at the time, and he thought it was his own heart that was avoiding the question.

So, the final conclusion is 'it's bound to be a bit uncomfortable'.

But now, when he feels that Maher can continue to bring victory, points and hope of winning the championship to the team, he analyzes his heart and finds that he is not unhappy.

They can still coexist and charge towards a common goal together!
What does it matter if you are young?
As long as he can lead Arsenal to revival and win honors, he deserves respect even if he is only 16 years old.

The package stand area was still shrouded in a passionate celebratory mood. Diehard fans wearing Arsenal jerseys hugged each other and performed various celebratory dances.

They will win in the end!
"Mael!"

"It's so explosive!"

"A goal even better than 'that'. I'm going to faint!"

"My throat is hoarse again. Watching football is really a good way to relieve my smoking addiction. Ahem!"

In the front stands, Chloe slapped her palms vigorously, her face flushed, and she had not yet recovered from the emotion of the goal.

"Chloe!"

David’s shout rang out behind her. She turned around and saw him tugging at his jersey, saying meaningfully, “This goal is for you!”

"Haa. Ha.!" Chloe couldn't make a smooth laugh, but she still smiled and clapped her hands faster.

She knew David was just trying to make her happy, but so what, that was what made her happy.

Not far from the two of them, the old man in the wheelchair and the little boy sitting in his parents' arms also found each other and greeted each other.

"Was it a great goal?"

The little boy couldn't see, and even though his parents had already explained it to him once, he still asked the old man in the wheelchair, wanting to hear the winning goal from Maher again.

"Yes."

The old man in the wheelchair was very patient. He took the little boy from his parents and put him in his wheelchair.

Amid the jubilation, it was a very quiet and harmonious scene, with the old and the young leaning against each other, experiencing the joy that football brought them.

"Mael dribbles the ball very fast and with big strides!"

The old man in the wheelchair imitated the commentator's tone, closed his eyes and smiled as he savored the ball for the little boy, "Oh! He's going past, Kabul can't catch up with him, no one can keep up with him."

The little boy's body trembled slightly. He could only rely on his imagination, but this also allowed him to better immerse himself in the court.

No one knows what the football world is like in his mind, but it should be very exciting, right?
"Faced with Freder's attack, the goalkeeper who made Arsenal suffer in both the first and second half pushed the ball in! The ball went in!
"Wonderful goal!!"

"Haha." The old man hugged the little boy, leaned back and laughed. The little boy soon laughed too. The old and the young snuggled together and rocked.

"Wenger slipped to the ground, he seemed to lie down on his own, Van Persie carried Walcott on his back, Arteta also slid to his knees even though he didn't score a goal!
"Ramsey knelt on one knee and couldn't believe his eyes. Look, Maher showed off his body. He made countless British girls blush!"

"Hehe." The little boy laughed again and clapped his hands happily.

His parents also stood beside him, watching the scene with joy and emotion, then looked at Maher on the field, at the player who brought them happiness and light.

Maher performed many celebration actions in succession, and the excitement in the stadium made it difficult for him to suppress his emotions.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Anthony, the representative of abstract art, and his one-ball and three-celebration move.

"Haha." He also smiled, but he understood that this kind of buzzer beater was truly worthy of multiple celebrations.

When running back with his teammates, he saw that the fourth official on the sidelines had already raised the extra time card, so they had more than two minutes to celebrate.

"Get out!"

"Little brat!"

"You're a piece of shit!"

Faint insults were heard again from the stands, and many Tottenham fans leaned forward in frustration, trying to insult him verbally.

Maher smiled, then stretched out his right index finger, placed it to his mouth, and made a gesture of shutting up.

He also suddenly stopped where he was, put his hands together, and took out the good night celebration that he had used twice before.

Take a shower and go to sleep!

"Wow!" There was another wave of noise from Tottenham's fan zone. Many extreme fans were about to rush off the field but were stopped by security guards in the stands.

Maher just smiled at them and continued running towards his position as usual.

It's not that he is mean. If a person, after scoring a beautiful goal, can't even tread lightly to fight back against the abuse he received before, then his life is really meaningless.

"Oh shit!"

On the sidelines, Tottenham coach Redknapp's face was red and he was emotionally broken. He saw Maher's action and came to the fourth official, "What action? He is provoking our fans and provoking me!
"Can you see it? He just got a card for taking off his clothes. Let the referee give him another one and send him off!"

Wenger on the other side had already stood up from the ground. Seeing someone asking Maher for a card, he walked up without saying a word and confronted Redknapp.

He is much taller than Redknapp, and the two of them standing together are just like when he stood together with Mourinho when he had a conflict.

Just like that time, he stretched out his hands with a serious face, pushed them towards Redknapp's chest, and even threw his tie up.

"Back off!"

“You’re meddling too much!”

“This is my business!”

Redknapp also reached out and pushed, but unfortunately given the height and weight difference between the two, he had no chance of winning.

In the end, he retreated again and again, feeling very embarrassed but unable to back down. Fortunately, an assistant coach saw his embarrassment and came over to pull him away.

"Hit~!"

Being pulled away, he felt a little safer. Redknapp swung his right arm again in dissatisfaction, "That's the yellow card celebration, no doubt about it!"

"Get away from me!" Wenger waved his hand and laughed, shaking his head. "Is that all you can do?"

Redknapp wanted to say that you had done the same thing before, but his attention was quickly drawn by the injury time card raised by the fourth official, with two minutes of injury time added to the second half.

He widened his eyes again, and this time he really wanted to yell at the fourth official. Why was there only 2 minutes?

"Step aside!"

He tried to break free from the assistant coach, but the latter didn't let go of him at all. He was afraid that Redknapp would go up and suffer a loss and be embarrassed.

"Hi!" Tottenham striker Adebayo, who had just been substituted, rushed over and expressed his dissatisfaction to the fourth official on behalf of Redknapp.

His face was full of anxiety. He knew that although Maher did not show his face during this celebration, the opponent would definitely come over as soon as the game was over.

At this time, the 2 minutes of extra time was equivalent to his death countdown.

How could he be satisfied?

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Two minutes passed quickly, and the referee put the whistle in his mouth and blew three long whistles.

In the end, this focus battle of the 7th round of the Premier League came to an end.

Arsenal won the derby and took all three points at White Hart Lane!
"pretty!!"

"Oh!"

"Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal!!"

"Mael! Mael!"

"Ramsey!"

The fans' celebrations rang out again, and all the Arsenal players ran around White Hart Lane to celebrate.

Maher raised his hands high at this time and immediately looked towards the Tottenham bench on the sidelines.

There are no variables now!

The opportunity is coming!

Adebayo kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, looking guilty, and was packing up his things to leave quickly.

How could he give up this opportunity? He ran up the left road, put his left hand next to his left ear, and shouted as he ran: "Come on! Hush!"

Jump to the end!
he made it!

They won the derby!

Adebayo stopped packing and glared in Maher's direction, but was quickly pulled away by Kyle Walker who was leaving the court. Kyle Walker was not idle afterwards, and after walking to the court, he stood behind Maher with a complicated look.

He wanted to exchange jerseys with his old teammate, but thinking about the mutual ridicule and fierce confrontation between the two teams during the game, and looking at Maher's current appearance, he didn't know whether this behavior was appropriate.

"Change your jersey?"

What he didn't expect was that Mael actually turned around on his own initiative, put on a serious smile, and put everything that had just happened behind him.

Kyle Walker nodded in surprise and clenched his fists behind his body, the embarrassment and complicated emotions still remained.

"Not today."

Maher smiled and shook his head, then walked up to Walker and stretched out his right hand, explaining: "I have already decided who to give the jersey to. We will change it when we come to the Emirates Stadium in the second half of the season."

"Okay." Kyle Walker and Maher high-fived each other, then turned and walked towards the player tunnel. The field no longer belonged to them.

"Hit it." Maher called him, showing a bright face, waving his hand and said: "Sorry, I hope you can play better and better. If possible, I hope we can fight side by side again."

Kyle Walker suddenly froze for a moment. He looked at Maher's back and thought about what he said and the contrast between his attitude towards others and towards himself.
Somehow, he was really tempted to be on the same team with such a genius.

He can play as both left back and right back. Just imagine, it would be a great thing if he could stand behind Maher and rush to the left side with him.

Or one person covers the defense and the other covers the offense, which is also a good partnership.

Shaking his head, Kyle Walker put the matter aside for the time being, took one last look at Maher, and walked off the court.

It’s better not to think too much about it for now. Just look at how his former teammates have developed now while he is still wasting time.

We must follow Maher’s example and strive for the top spot and the championship!
"Pa pa pa!" Amid the warm applause and attention of Arsenal fans, Maher clapped his hands and came to the fan stands. While thanking the audience, he also searched for the four people in the charity event.

Today was the first match he had given to the four-player package, and it was such an important victory, so it was certainly worth commemorating.

He had already decided to give the jerseys and sneakers to the other two people who didn't receive any gifts from him, and then hug the four of them together to share some of the honor of today's victory with them.

He knew that this was an important encouragement for them.

Again, as the lucky one, if given the chance, he can share some of his luck with those unfortunate people.

Many things are nothing to him, but they are precious to others.

"Mael!"

"here!"

As Maher approached the guardrails he was immediately treated like a hero as hundreds of Arsenal fans gathered around him, reaching out to grab his body.

Maher smiled and waved to the fans, his eyes moving around looking for the four people.

The first person he saw was Chloe, whose appearance was very conspicuous in the crowd; the second person he saw was David, who also had some outstanding features.

"Come on! Come here!"

He waved at the two of them, motioning them to come over to him.

This scene attracted all Arsenal fans to look towards the two people. At first, they didn't know who Maher was calling.

Even Chloe and David weren't sure, they just stood there in fear, pointing at themselves sheepishly waiting for confirmation.

They couldn't imagine that in this celebratory moment after the game, today's hero would come to the sidelines and call for them to come over.

"You two."

Maher smiled and called out their names directly, "Chloe, David, come here."

The cheers in the stands were a little fainter, and many fans guessed who Maher was calling. When they saw Chloe and David walking down the stairs together and heading towards the railing, they all made way for her.

Chloe walked down the crowded aisles on both sides as if she was walking on a red carpet. Her face turned even redder. She had never been treated like this in her life.

She smiled sweetly, and as she smiled her eyes became sore involuntarily. Tears of excitement gushed out, making her face pale.

David wasn't much better. He was afraid of other people's eyes and walked very awkwardly. However, there was a different kind of emotion that encouraged him and offset all the negative emotions.

Finally, he raised his head, smiled brightly, and trotted towards Mahel.

"Clap, clap, clap!" There was a lot of applause. The fans were not stupid and could tell that there must be something wrong with the two fans. Fortunately, they got the comfort of Maher.

They encouraged Chloe and David to run towards Mahel in a better state.

"Oh hoo!"

Maher hugged David first, and he shouted excitedly, patting David on the shoulder, "How was it? Wasn't this a good match?"

David stood there excitedly, not knowing what to say, just nodding heavily.

Chloe also came down at this time and stood next to Maher, looking at the hero with sweat on his head with a smile.

Mahel then opened his arms to her and asked, "Are you celebrating today?"

"Uh-huh." Chloe came over and hugged her, pointing to her jersey, showing that it was her confidence.

She has a slightly proud look on her face, and sometimes even acts like a little girl.

"Haha." Maher laughed twice, patted her on the back, and started looking for the other two fans.

Chloe walked aside and looked at David. They both saw the honor in each other's eyes.

She lowered her head, clenched her hands together and intertwined her fingers. It was difficult to describe how she felt at the moment.

The old man in the wheelchair and the little boy came down quickly. One of them was carried and the other was held. They opened their arms towards Mahel from a distance.

Maher took off his jersey, asked the fans next to him for a pen, signed his name on it and gave it to the wheelchair-bound old man, “A special gift, thank you for your support.”

"Okay, okay, okay." The old man in the wheelchair took the gift, held it tightly in his hands, and kissed it on his lips, with a sign that he was about to burst into tears.

Although he is old, at this moment, he felt a sense of glory that he had never felt in his life.

The team's young heroes remembered them specially and took the initiative to find them after the game. After hugging them, they also gave them signed jerseys!

This friendship is sincere and warm, which is extremely rare and few fans are lucky enough to enjoy such treatment.

He must frame this jersey and place it in the most conspicuous place in his home!
He even stuck it to the back of his wheelchair so that it would always be with him.

"child."

Maher then came to the little boy, took the child from his parents and asked, "Do you want my sneakers or my jersey?"

"sneakers!"

The little boy didn't hesitate, and even pointed in one direction, raised his hand and said: "I want a pair of sneakers, so that when I grow up I can try the feeling of playing football."

His parents laughed and waved at Mahel, telling him not to mind.

Maher shook his head and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will give you a signed pair of sneakers. I hope you can wear them soon."

He took off his Puma sneakers, signed them, and handed them to the little boy, saying, "Hold them carefully. These are the sneakers of the brand I endorse."

"Okay!" The little boy took the sneakers and held them in his arms. He couldn't see the color of the sneakers, but he could feel the general outline.

Maher didn't stay here for too long. After he carried the little boy back, he waved to the four of them and said, "I'll invite you to watch the game in the box if there's a chance. Bye!"

He also waved to other Arsenal fans: "Thank you for your support, bye!"

After saying that, he turned and left, walking towards the player tunnel.

"Mael! Mael!"

The familiar melody sounded from the stands, getting louder and louder, until it turned into a chorus of thousands of people, "Ding-dang-dang-dang! I have a friend who drives a Bugatti on the sidelines and does the swan dance on the back line!"

They became more and more excited as they sang, and in the end they even hugged each other's shoulders and jumped to the rhythm.

It was a spectacular scene as all the fans sang Maher's Song together to praise the little star for his top performance today.

David on the guardrail had not participated in this kind of activity at first, but today, he overcame a psychological barrier, took the initiative to stretch out his hands, joined the ranks of these people, and jumped enthusiastically.

The little boy's parents also hugged them, holding one hand each of the children in the middle and carrying him around in the air.

The old man in the wheelchair looked at them with some envy. He really couldn't join in such a celebration.

As a result, several young men from Arsenal suddenly came over and were not prepared to let him go. After Maher's visit, the four of them had become the four protagonists here.

"What's the matter with the leg?" a well-known Arsenal fan asked, looking at him 'with ill intent'.

"My cervical vertebra is injured and I have no feeling." The old man in the wheelchair did not realize the seriousness of the problem and explained with a smile: "Other things are fine. I can't even feel the scalding water."

"Intouchables?" An Arsenal fan smiled as he recalled a movie that was recently released. In the movie, a French tycoon had the same problem, but its problem was even more serious.

The old man in the wheelchair didn’t know this movie and shook his head to indicate that he didn’t understand it.

But he didn't know it, but the fans did. Several young and strong men lifted the wheelchair directly.

"Oh!" The old man in the wheelchair exclaimed, instinctively afraid that he would fall to the ground, but it was okay, someone quickly supported him and ensured his safety.

"Ding ding ding ding!" When the next wave of melody sounded, the young men lifted the wheelchairs and shook to the rhythm. Although their speed was not as fast as that of others, it also made the elderly in the wheelchair feel involved.

"Ah!" The old man in the wheelchair screamed in surprise at first, but in the end, after slowly getting used to it, he smiled and enjoyed this long-lost feeling, "He's on the sidelines."

He sang along, becoming more and more excited and devoted as he sang, and his nose and eyes soon turned red.

"Uh-huh." Chloe was standing aside. There was no worry or concealment on her face anymore. Instead, she smiled generously in this moment of celebration and clapped her hands hesitantly to the melody.

"come here!"

"Come on!"

"girl!"

Several fans quickly invited her to join the celebration.

Chloe stopped clapping and looked at them curiously and hesitantly. This was the opportunity she had wanted most but never got.

"bring it on!"

Soon someone came up and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the celebration camp.

This was another new experience, Chloe felt two arms around her shoulders, the person next to her smiled at her, raised an eyebrow and nodded, inviting her to jump.

“Thump, thump, thump.” She no longer had any worries and started jumping madly, enjoying the pleasure of winning the game with everyone else, “Ah!”

She pursed her lips and smiled happily, feeling that nothing could be better than this.

Off the court, Maher took many steps forward and couldn't help but look back, and saw the scene he expected to see.

Chloe and David blended into the celebrating crowd, no different from everyone else; they both got what they wanted.

The old man in the wheelchair was lifted up by several young men and they went crazy. The little boy kept swinging his sneakers and seemed unable to let go.

"Come on."

Maher sighed, speaking to himself as well as to the four people.

It feels really good to be famous, no matter in which aspect. For those fans who like you, sometimes you only need to give a little bit to change them a lot, even throughout their lives.

This feeling is fascinating, makes people want to achieve greater success, and also makes people cherish their own feathers more.

His feathers now belong not only to his body, but also to the fans who like him and rely on him.

Maher turned around and continued walking forward. No doubt, he was inspired and had new motivation today.

He loves football.

(End of this chapter)