Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 167: A 60-meter dash! 1 goals in 2 minute! Sharp sword! (Please adjust your schedule and update tomorrow)
On November 11, the match between France and Belgium will be held in the small town of Clairefontaine. This is Deschamps' first match since taking office and it is a crucial match.

Deschamps, who just experienced a late-life disgrace at Marseille, urgently needs a victory to stabilize his position as coach of the French national team!
Countless eyes were staring at him, some expectantly, and some waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

No matter from which perspective, he should strive to start his new journey with a successful victory!
"Number 11, same as your club."

At noon that day, Maher took his national team jersey from Deschamps, still the No. 11, and he nodded to accept it.

As a striker, he certainly wants the No. 7 and No. 10 that symbolize the core position, but these two numbers, one belongs to Ribery and the other to Benzema.

He has just joined the team and although he has Deschamps' trust, he has not yet proven himself on the field and will not be able to get it for the time being.

Deschamps has already given him the starting position. If he were to take Ribery's No. 7 jersey away from him, there would most likely be a mutiny within the team.

After lunch, he took a short break and waited for the assembly message to arrive before heading to the competition venue to warm up.

The Belgian team's bus drove slowly in soon after, and the players got off one after another, changed their shoes and gathered at the venue.

Maher looked at their lineup and saw many familiar rising stars.

Hazard and Lukaku on the forward line, Fellaini and De Bruyne on the midfield, Courtois, Kompany, Witsel and others on the back line.

The outside world often calls them the Belgian golden generation, but unfortunately, they failed to win important honors in international competitions, and their success ended abruptly despite great expectations.

"Hi."

After seeing club teammate Vermaelen, Maher and Koscielny walked over together and greeted the central defender who always had a smile on his face.

"Be careful."

Koscielny kindly reminded his partner, "Maher is starting this game and he is going to break through your defense."

"Starting?" Vermaelen's eyes lit up and he sighed, "Of course. This is my first time being selected for the squad and starting for the French team. I have to be careful, otherwise I won't be able to hold my head up high in the club team."

Maher smiled but didn't say anything. This feeling was quite strange. The teammates who had fought side by side with him a few days ago were now going to compete against each other today.

He turned around and saw Lille's Lori and Hazard also greeting him. He knew many people from both teams.

“The relationship is good now.”

He looked at Hazard and couldn't help muttering in his heart, "When one goes to Chelsea and the other goes to Tottenham, there will be a contradiction."

He remembered a classic game in which Hazard shot the ball through Lori's net, helping the Foxes win the Premier League title ahead of schedule that year. He then slid on his knees several meters in anger to vent his excitement.

Looking at these scenes from the perspective of the future, it is easy to feel emotional. What's more, he is among these people and has joined their stories.

Cherish your present life!
And experience it well!
Maher and Vermael separated and went to their own half to do pre-match preparations. The game was about to start.

On the small stands beside the stadium, neatly arranged youth training teams came one after another and took their seats in various positions.

Among them is Mbappe, who is only 13 years old. He has already gained some fame in the football world. His idols Henry and Ronaldo have both met this talented player.

He sat in his seat with his neck held high, looking very conspicuous, which quickly attracted the attention of media reporters.

"This is the genius who scored 3 goals in three years at Clairefontaine. Do you look forward to being selected for the French national team in the future?"

Emilia from Football Records took advantage of this opportunity and approached him to ask, "Are there any players you like in this team?"

Mbappe has long been accustomed to interviews from reporters. He stood up and smiled: "It's too early to talk about entering the adult team now. I still have a lot to improve.

"I like Ribery from Bayern Munich very much. I will take a photo with him after the game and try to get his jersey."

His face is still young, but his temperament has gradually become mature, which is the result of countless praises and experiences.

"Ribery?"

Emilia put the microphone to his lips and asked, "Since you like him very much, what do you think of his rival Maher?"

Mbappe heard the question, leaned out, walked around Emilia, glanced at the court and said: "I think he is the same type of player as me. I can try to be him."

"Really?" Emilia looked at him with a smile, and finally said, "Then why don't you want to take a photo with him and get his game jersey?"

Mbappe hesitated, but said directly: "I prefer Ribery, he is better."

Emilia touched his forehead one last time, which was a little prickly, then removed the camera and walked towards where Harry and Safina were sitting, ready to watch the game there.

After learning that Mahel would start, Jose and Davis also rushed from London to witness the player's national team debut.

"I told you so."

Jose's face showed no sign of fatigue from the long journey, only excitement. "He can surpass Ribery on the wing. His role is greater than Ribery's, but the fans cannot confirm this yet."

Davis nodded slightly and asked, "When can they confirm it?"

Jose thought for a while, frowned and said: "I'm not sure, maybe after he won an important honor? Maher is lacking honors now. As long as he has more layers of championship halo, he will definitely become a superstar.

"Don't people often say Messi and Cristiano are the two prides of this era? I think that's not entirely true. Maher may well be able to compete with them next season."

Davis raised his eyebrows and did not respond. As a Portuguese, he likes Ronaldo very much, and he does not think that Maher will be able to compete with this annual 50+ player for the best next year.

Of course, he will not look down on his boss. He believes that in three years, Maher may have a chance to challenge for the Golden Globe Award.

"It's about to start."

Looking at the players from both teams standing together on the field, Jose rubbed his hands excitedly, "I will remember this day for him. This is his first appearance for the French team in an international A-level match."

"Beep!"

There are no more cumbersome pre-match ceremonies on the football field. When the referee sees that the time has passed three o'clock, he blows the whistle to start the game.

"Bang!" Benzema kicked the ball out of the center circle, and the French team's frontcourt players slowly crossed the half court without diving too aggressively.

They have explosive players on both wingers, so there is no need for them to play very fierce high-pressure tactics, they can just wait for opportunities.

Deschamps also stressed before the game that it is possible to allow opponents to control the ball and draw their lines up as much as possible, and then seize the opportunity to counterattack and attack the gaps behind them.

This is a system that suits Maher very well, giving him enough room to play.

The stage is set, now all he has to do is charge forward and break through the Belgian defense!
Maher came to a position near the Belgian team's midfield, slowing down the opponent's offensive speed and preventing them from frequently making extremely fast through passes.

His opponent today is Alderweireld, the Ajax defender who is an all-round player in the backcourt and can play as a full-back or center back. He later had a good performance at Tottenham.

However, his turning speed and chasing speed have always been criticized, and he is nicknamed "wheelchair" by many fans.

It will be no problem for Maher to break through his defense. It depends on whether Belgium's central defenders Van Buyten and Vermaelen can provide him with help.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sounds of passing the ball rang out one after another, and the Belgian players in the midfield and backcourt passed the ball back and forth looking for opportunities. They played a 5-3-2 formation today, keeping a low profile.

Seeing that the French team did not press high, they were not in a hurry to attack, but advanced slowly and steadily in the corner.

"Snapped!"

But the French team would not give them a comfortable environment. In the 3rd minute of the game, Cabaye intercepted the ball from Fellaini's feet and then launched a quick counterattack with the ball.

He passed the ball to Nasri, the talented midfielder who was the leader of the Four Little Swans. After a few gorgeous dribbles, he sent a straight pass through the area behind his former teammate Vermaelen.

"Oh!"

Benzema quickly followed and kicked the ball towards the right side of the goal. The football bounced and slid directly past the goal.

"Oh!" A cry of disappointment rang out, and the French players all covered their faces, looking at Benzema's back with a bit of blame.

Benzema turned around and waved his hands, as if he was taking the blame for his time at Real Madrid back to the French national team.

"Good good!"

Deschamps applauded and encouraged the attack, as he saw the talents of many players in the attack.

Maher didn't say anything, he raised his arm and turned to run towards the midfield. Their position today was relatively backward.

As the game continued, players from both sides gradually got into the game and began to attack back and forth. Although it was a friendly match, they played with a very strong rhythm of confrontation and technical and tactical level.

This is an international A-level event!
Everyone still takes it very seriously, and the contributions they make here can be included in the annual data statistics to increase their value.

In the 15th minute of the game, Hazard received a pass from Dembele and performed a series of quick dribbling passes. He broke through Kabaye and Matuidi in succession and passed the ball to the wing.

Watson came in from that side and hit a curved cross towards the middle.

"Bang!!"

Fellaini rushed to the high point in the middle and completed the header without any suspense, but he headed the ball a little high.

"Eden!" Fellaini looked at Hazard, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Next time someone of this quality comes in, I will definitely head him in."

"Haha." Hazard smiled and waved at him to indicate that he should be patient and that it would definitely come true.

In the 21st minute of the game, the French team launched an attack from the right. Debuchy ran along the right sideline with the ball, passed it to Ribery and rushed to the bottom line.

Ribery pretended to pass the ball directly to him, then changed direction and cut inside the middle.

"here!"

Maher suddenly ran out of space and pointed at his feet for the ball. He glanced at the goal and prepared to shoot as soon as he received the ball.

Ribery must have seen him and made another fake pass, then stubbornly took a long shot with his left foot, but the quality was not high and was directly caught by Courtois.

Maher ran back to the midfield with a speechless look on his face, and another excellent offensive opportunity was wasted.

He has run a lot so far in the game, but has only caught the ball three times, two of which were with his back to the basket and one was a half-ball with the opponent's defender.

If you calculate, the time the football was at his feet was definitely no more than 15 seconds.

He glanced around the court and felt a different kind of difficulty coming from his teammates.

Behind him is Evra, on the right is Nasri, and at the far end is Ribery. Benzema, who is in the center position, may not be hostile to him, but he is also in a wait-and-see state and will not actively pass the ball to him.

How to kick?
Just wait for the central defender's long pass and the defensive midfielder's pass? That's a bit too shabby.

"Ribery! Ribery!"

Deschamps also noticed Mahel's difficulty on the left and shouted angrily, "Pass the ball! Can't you see it? Don't waste the opportunity and trust your teammates!"

Ribery glanced at him, then ran towards him with a calm expression, obviously his words went in one ear and out the other.

"Oh shit."

Seeing the other party's appearance, Maher complained in a low voice. He had never been treated like this in the club. The national team is really a place where all kinds of people gather, and anything can happen.

However, if you desire the honor of the European Cup and the World Cup, then keep moving forward and try to solve these troubles one by one.

And there seems to be only one way for him to solve the problem - scoring goals! Use continuous goals to justify himself!

Although this will not help him eliminate the hostility of these people, if he can continue to perform at a high level in this position, Deschamps will naturally muster up the courage to help him clear all obstacles.

On the sidelines, several team members also noticed that he was not playing well, and their faces became solemn.

"No one passed the ball to him." Harry was the first to mutter, "Is this targeting him?"

Jose looked at the court and nodded, "Some players are indeed targeting him. It seems that he is in trouble."

"Is there a solution?" Safina turned her head and asked.

"do not know."

Jose looked at the situation on the field and could only say, "It's up to him."

"Cut him off! Cut him off!"

"Don't let him turn around!"

“Side road!!”

With the players' clear shouts, the game time continued to move forward, gradually passing 40 minutes. The defenses of both sides were very solid and did not give the opponent any chance.

"Snapped!"

In the middle, Ribery's cross-cut to the inside was intercepted by the opponent's defender Van Buyten. Belgium then seized the opportunity of the supply conversion and launched a quick counterattack.

"Spread it!"

Maher stood in the empty space and spread his hands to Ribery. He couldn't bear it anymore. "You definitely saw it. What are you thinking?"

After he finished speaking, many French players turned around and looked at him in surprise. They didn't expect that he would dare to yell directly at Ribery.

However, they did not pay attention to these two people. The most important thing now is to chase back. The defense line is in danger.

Ribery still looked calm. He avoided Maher's questioning and turned to run to his position.

Maher was so angry that he laughed. Is this considered cold violence?
When he turned around, he met the eyes of Vermaelen, the defender of the opposing team. There was surprise and worry in the other's eyes, as if he was worried about his future in the French team.

Maher himself is not worried. He believes in his own abilities and is never afraid of the titles of these superstars.

If he cowardly endures this uncomfortable emotion and digests it on his own, these stars will only think he is easy to bully and exclude him even more.

He wants to show his edge and make this edge even sharper by scoring goals!
"Boom!"

Maher chased towards his own half, and he kept doing this in the second half, hoping to snatch the ball himself and then turn around and launch an attack on the opponent's half.

However, Belgium's attack was very fast. Hazard dribbled into the penalty area after a pass in the middle, and then tested goalkeeper Lori with a low shot.

"Bang!" Lowry quickly got to the ground and narrowly lifted the ball out of the baseline.

Maher arrived just in time and saw the opponent was about to take a corner kick. He stopped and turned to face the opponent's half, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack after clearing the ball.

"Oh!"

Dembele sent a corner kick for Belgium, and the high players of both teams all fought physically in the penalty area, causing chaos.

In the end, Fellaini jumped up under pressure and stopped the ball with his chest, and the French team's defense line was immediately in crisis.

"Snap!" But just as he was about to volley the falling football, Koscielny rushed out from his side, risking his hands and heading the ball out of the penalty area!
Fellaini's big foot then hit Koscielny on the brow, and the latter fell to the ground with his head covered in pain.

Deschamps on the sidelines suddenly looked nervous. He wanted to find the team doctor quickly, but he found that the ball he cleared flew very far and seemed to be falling in front of Maher.

opportunity?

Deschamps' eyes lit up. At this time, Vermaelen was the only one close to Maher on the Belgian defense line, and Witsel on the other side was preparing to chase back.

Throughout the first half, he certainly understood why Mahel was not playing well and he also thought about solving the problem during the halftime break, releasing Mahel's talent and allowing him to soar more freely.

But now, the eagle seems to be spreading its wings early!
"charge!!"

Deschamps pointed at the Belgian team's defense line with excitement, as if wielding the sharpest sword in his hand.

"Wow!"

Maher just happened to run past him at this time, rushing towards the spot where the ball landed. From the other side of the field, this was an extremely exciting scene. The counterattack began!

"Boom!"

As the sound of studs hitting the ground rang out quickly, Vermaelen on the Belgian defense line looked at his club teammates rushing towards him aggressively, and immediately retreated as if facing a powerful enemy.

He took a few steps back, thinking that it might be difficult to defend Maher alone with his ability, so he rushed forward again, trying to wait for Maher to stop the ball and try to steal the ball.

"Snapped!"

But the football landed steadily on Maher's instep, and the extent of its rolling forward was just the extent that Maher would stretch his foot to dribble the ball next time, leaving no chance for a steal.

Perfect stop!

Vermaelen turned sideways and began to retreat. He saw the long-pent-up anger on Mahel's face. Their defense line seemed to be the vehicle for him to vent his anger.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The football moved very regularly under Maher's feet. The distance he dribbled the ball each time was almost the same, and the football seemed to be stuck to his feet and moved forward.

What's even more deadly is that not only did he use an extremely fast frequency of touching the ball to prevent Vermaelen's sudden steals, but his advancing speed did not decrease!
This is the first time he has demonstrated this ability on the court after reaching level 4.

Although his dribbling is not flashy when dribbling the ball at high speed, it shows his profound skills and stability!
Every foot is just right!
Maher stared at Vermael's shoulder, observing the opponent's center of gravity and defensive intentions from there. His peripheral vision was only on the opponent's goal, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

Goal!

Seize this opportunity!

"Oh!"

After arriving near the penalty area line, he suddenly increased the distance of the ball when he touched it next time, and then burst out to chase the football.

Vermaelen actually did a very good job in this defense. He delayed Mahel's advancement, bought time for his teammates to chase back, and followed him all the way to the penalty area.

But with Mahel's super explosive power, as soon as he turned around, the opponent had already passed by his side.

Their speeds were not at the same level at all. Being able to keep up with Maher was already his limit. If he increased the speed by one level, he would have no other options.

"suffer!"

Maher broke into the penalty area and soon saw Courtois rushing out. He roared and pounced on the football at his feet.

At the critical moment, his foot touched the ball before Courtois destroyed it, and changed direction with a 'snap' and went to the left.

The goal opened instantly!

Push the empty door!

"Oh!"

He pushed the ball, but not too hard, and the ball slowly rolled into the goal and hit the net.

One to zero!

Then, a rare feeling of relief surged in his heart. He raised his right hand and finally smiled with relief, "Yeah!"

First goal for the national team!
A 60-meter dash that passed two people in a row!

Maher did not run to the side to celebrate. Instead, he stood still, opened his arms to the air, and shouted, "Come on! Come on!"

He was shouting to the people behind him, responding to the way they treated him.

So what if he doesn’t pass the ball?
As long as he seizes the opportunity, he can score the ball into the net by himself!

"Oh!" There was a cheer from the stands beside the stadium. Hundreds of youth training players jumped up from their seats and shouted excitedly.

Mbappe's eyes widened when he saw the goal. He didn't expect that the Arsenal star would blast the ball into the net with such a performance.

He looks quite handsome. There is a hint of longing in his eyes. If he could score such a goal against so many stars, how happy would he be and how would he celebrate?
Naturally, he developed some feelings towards Maher, and the feeling of watching it live was indeed different.

Safina and her group quickly stood up and clapped ecstatically, "Mael, good job!"

“First goal!” José punched him, as if he was even more excited than Maher himself. “A goal based purely on personal ability! Nice counterattack, Maher!”

They then observed Deschamps' expression and found that the Basque was also raising his hands and clapping quickly, and the pressure on his back was relieved a lot.

"too strong!"

In the coaching booth, an assistant coach came to Deschamps’ side to celebrate and said happily: “This ability to seize opportunities is really great!
"You scored the team's first goal with the fewest touches of the ball. This is also your first goal in your coaching career."

"Yes."

Deschamps looked at Maher's back on the court with a proud look on his face, wanting to say that he had known this for a long time, but he changed his way of speaking: "When you coach this kind of player, you can feel his help to the team more clearly.

"He lived up to my expectations. It's time to clear some obstacles for him during the halftime break!"

Deschamps can be sure that he will remember this goal for a long time. This is the goal that kicked off his coaching career with the French team!
Fortunately, it was a good start, at least he didn't start with a 'miss'.

The background when the goal was scored was very similar to the background when he coached the French team. Both were facing many problems and difficulties. It was a counterattack against the odds!
Deschamps hopes that he can be like Maher, slowly accumulating strength and launching a beautiful counterattack.

On the field, Vermaelen opened his arms helplessly and shook his head at his teammates, indicating that he really had no way to deal with this ball.

The Belgians quickly accepted the loss of the ball, picked the ball out of the goal and put it back in the center circle.

However, many people in the team had obviously different expressions when looking at Maher. This young man who has been in the limelight recently seemed to have disappeared in the first part of the first half.

They originally thought that it would take some time for the players to adapt to the new system and that the threat would not be great.

But soon, Maher used a wonderful long-distance run to hit the ball into the net, suddenly emerging and becoming the most dazzling player on the field at that moment.

Compared to them, the French team members were more surprised and complicated.

Evra, Nasri and Ribery, who tacitly teamed up to target him, were looking in Maher's direction with wonderful expressions, sometimes shocked, sometimes disdainful, and sometimes confused.

"Good shot! Haha, this can also be an assist, my God!"

Koscielny had already climbed up from the backcourt. Fortunately, the kick just now did not leave any wounds. He rushed towards Maher despite the pain and celebrated the goal together.

After he ran towards Maher, several more people came, including Matuidi from Paris, Cabaye from Newcastle, and Benzema from Real Madrid.

They had no grudge against Maher, so naturally they would congratulate their new teammate on his goal.

Maher high-fived them one by one and gave some of them a slight hug.

The field was quickly divided into two factions with extremely obvious differences. However, this does not mean that they have drawn a clear line in the sand, as many people are definitely wavering.

"Keep up the good work."

Maher's mood improved a little, and he gave Koscielny a final fist bump and ran towards his own half, but he was still not satisfied.

As he passed Deschamps, he raised his eyebrows at him, and Deschamps quickly smiled back.

The extra time board on the sidelines was raised at this time, and the extra time for the first half was 2 minutes.

"Beep!"

Soon after Maher returned to the center line, the referee blew the whistle to restart the game.

He turned around and ran into the Belgian team's half again, looking for a chance to score.

If you can’t get much help, do it yourself!
As soon as he ran to Alderweireld's side, Maher saw Matuidi intercept Belgium's forward pass and kicked the ball to attacking midfielder Nasri.

"Surround him!"

"coming!"

Nasri was surrounded the moment he received the ball and turned around. He looked a little petite under the double-team of the two giants Van Buyten and Fellaini.

But his excellent footwork still allows him to deal with them. However, this doesn't seem to be a solution, he has to pass the ball.

He observed with his peripheral vision and saw that the only passing line was towards left winger Maher, while all others were blocked.

"Oh!"

There was no way out, he kicked the ball at a very fast speed with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, but deliberately hit it a little off and a little high, making it very difficult to catch the ball.

Maher had anticipated that Nasri would not be able to pass the ball and was ready to receive the ball.

It was not difficult for him to stop this kind of ball. While unloading the ball, he hooked the ball in front of his body and then ran towards the opponent's defender Alderweireld.

The defender was nervous and kept moving while retreating, fearing that Mahel would suddenly rush up and engage in physical confrontation with him.

"Snapped."

Unexpectedly, after getting the ball this time, Maher started to play some tricks. He pushed the ball towards the penalty area with his left foot, then stopped quickly and moved into the penalty area.

The football just passed through Alderweireld's crotch, returned to Maher's control, and rolled in front of him.

Alderweireld's heart skipped a beat and he reached out to grab Maher's clothes. This is a routine operation for defenders to solve problems.

But Mael ran too fast, and he tried to grab it as fast as he could, but still missed.

"suffer!"

"here!"

When the French players saw that Mahel had actually reached the middle, they quickly came to the penalty area and asked him for the ball.

Nasri was standing in the inverted triangle position. He sensed a chance to score and kept pointing at his feet with an anxious look on his face. “Pass it!”

Ribery was also lying in ambush at the back post. He didn't say anything, but just bent his body and was ready to rush forward to grab the ball at any time.

Faced with a good scoring opportunity, they wanted to make peace with Maher, at least in the current offensive round.

How could Maher let them do as they wished? After entering the penalty area, Van Buyten and Vermaelen appeared beside him, and Fellaini also double-teamed him.

He pulled the ball with his left foot and made a bicycle motion, shaking Van Buyten's center of gravity and quickly dribbled the ball to the other side.

He moved very quickly and Van Buyten couldn't keep up with his rhythm, so he could only look for opportunities to confront him on the right.

His ability to confront opponents is very strong. Maher did not engage in a head-on collision. Even if he won, it would be a pyrrhic victory, which would give other defensive players the opportunity to steal the ball.

Now that there is an opportunity to dribble, of course the solution is to use a more brilliant and safer way.

“Bang!”

He kicked the ball to the outside, then dribbled behind Van Buyten and used the technique of passing the ball to dodge past the opponent.

Get rid of it!
"Oh!" A cry of surprise came from the stands. From the perspective of outside the court, Maher's dribbling breakthrough was extremely gorgeous.

First he dribbled past Alderweireld, then shook off Van Buyten and then passed the ball to get rid of him!
Move around quickly!

In both breakthroughs, he changed his position and turned to rush, which added a sense of elegance to his back.

"Boom bang bang."

Maher had already dribbled the ball into an extremely dangerous area at this time. Fellaini lost his patience and slid out to block the shooting space, thus excluding himself from the defensive team.

There is only Vermaelen left, and these two old teammates have the opportunity to compete against each other again!

Vermaelen was preparing himself mentally while his brain was racing to think about defensive strategies. He had to come up with something unconventional.

"Snapped!"

But before he could think it through, Mahel dribbled the ball inside. Having already gained momentum, he didn't make any extra moves and once again confidently used his speed to eat Vermaelen alive.

Vermaelen helplessly put aside all thoughts and ran after Maher, but he could only watch him getting farther and farther away and gradually approaching Courtois.

“Bang bang!!”

Maher then dribbled the ball to the right, pretending to shoot it into the far corner, and at the moment of shooting, he shook his ankle and shot it into the near corner.

Courtois dived to the right and the football hit the empty goal on the left, creating a contrasting look.

"Shh!"

The football flew into the goal again, causing the net to shake violently!
Two to zero!
1 goals in 2 minutes!
"Oh!"

Cheers rang out again, and Mbappe's eyes flashed with light, as if he had learned a shooting method that suits him very well.

Maher rushed to the edge of the court this time, his arms tense and shaking, his mouth wide open as he roared, "Vamos!"

Just spread it!
All the unhappiness disappeared, and he felt that he was lucky. When his body needed to be in a state of burning, it exploded smoothly.

A goal after dribbling past 4 players!

This time the Belgian players could not keep their composure. Several people on the back line were either lying or squatting, looking at each other in confusion.

Hazard in the front field held his head, looked at the scattered defense in disbelief, and then looked at Maher.

Isn't this his operation?

No, Maher's dribbling is simpler and he doesn't seem to be good at changing the rhythm. But he has explosive power to help him, and the effect is not much worse than his.

What a surprise.

"Hoho.!"

On the French team, several people who celebrated together last time ran up again. Each of them had mixed feelings in their hearts and stared at Mahel's back.

What the hell?

Another goal just after the kick-off?
Nasri, who was still standing in the inverted triangle position, had just been complaining that Mahel did not pass the ball to him and had to force it. Now he stood up straight with a look of shock on his face.

From the moment he was "forced" to pass the ball to Mahel, his eyes were always on the opponent, watching him move from the wing to the middle, and then break through to the goal and score.

A goal against all odds!
He knew very well the ability required to score such a goal and the position of Mahel in Deschamps' mind after this goal.

Nasri put his hands on his hips, feeling uneasy. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to go against such a player in the national team.

He also subconsciously turned around and looked at Ribery, who had already turned and walked towards the center circle. The difference from before was that this time there was a sense of loneliness and haggardness in his back.

It was as if he had been expelled from the territory that belonged to him.

"Yeah!"

Deschamps had just sat down in the coaching booth on the sidelines when he rushed out, his face red and his teeth gnashing as he shouted, "That's how it should be! That's how it should be! Come on, come on!"

In front of him, Evra was almost sprayed by Deschamps' saliva. He stood there looking in the direction of Maher, wondering what he was thinking.

ps: I have a fever and am not in a good condition. Please adjust your condition overnight. It just so happens that I can fall asleep because of the fever and won’t suffer from insomnia.

The updates were very stable before, but unfortunately something happened at home and my schedule got messed up. I want to adjust it and stabilize the time. (This is yesterday's update, and there will be three updates tomorrow)

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