Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 178: Level 4's first show with pace! Wenger is ready to break the salary system! Madman Jones has sublimated

February 12, Emirates Stadium.

The hot Boxing Day battle arrived, and all 60508 tickets released at the Emirates Stadium were sold out. Fans sang the team song "Hot Stuff" created during the double championship season in the stadium.

This is a song with a slow but passionate rhythm. What is very creative is that many players' names are included in the song.

When it was first created, most of the names included were Ian Wright, Bergkamp, ​​Pettit and others, but when it was sung again later, fans would replace some of the names with players who performed well that season.

“.Nothing stopped us!

“Everything was going Ma-ehl! Ma-ehl!

"Walking in avan Persiewonderland!"

On that day, Maher's name was mentioned first, followed by Van Persie's name. The two of them scored 17 goals for the team in the first 36 rounds.

Off the field, after the players from both sides came on the field, Maher, who did not start today, came to the sidelines holding the Golden Boy trophy to show his achievement to all the fans at the Emirates Stadium.

"Mael! Mael! Mael!"

"Clap clap clap!"

The singing paused, and all the cheers in the stadium were directed at Maher alone. Warm applause broke out, and countless arms waved in the stands.

Maher held the Golden Boy trophy and waved to the fans around the stadium, and each time he was greeted with a more crazy cheer.

The fans' love for him has reached its peak, and now he is like the new king of this stadium holding the scepter.

"Mael appeared on the field today in a suit, but after showing the Golden Boy trophy, the players may return to the locker room to change jerseys."

In the broadcasting room, Zhan Jun smiled happily as he watched the scene in the camera, as if he were in Maher's shoes, "He was on the match roster today, but his starting position was replaced by Arshavin.

"It makes me wonder if Wenger is planning to sell Arshavin in the upcoming transfer window.

"The player still had two and a half years left on his contract but has lost his place at the club.

"With Maher's outstanding performance, he could only play in some garbage time and faced competition from multiple rotation players in the cup games."

As soon as he finished speaking, Coach Zhang Lu followed up with a smile and said, "That is to say, whether it is a mule or a horse, let's take it out for a walk and see how much of its peak strength is left?

"Is that what you mean?"

"Yes." Zhan Jun also smiled, "Arshavin will surely try his best. He is 30 years old this year and can still strive to go to a better team and get a good contract."

Off the court, after showing the trophy, Maher went back to the locker room to change clothes. Before he went out, he heard cheers coming from the stadium.

"Oh!"

He quickly walked out of the player tunnel and looked towards the field. He saw Van Persie had already slid down to his knees on the sidelines, and then he was the first to high-five Arshavin.

The Tsar made an assist as soon as he came on the court?
nice.

He returned to the bench with a smile on his face. On this beautiful Boxing Day, it was nice to sit on the bench and watch the team win a victory.

He didn't have to wait long for the second goal. In the 18th minute of the game, Gervinho scored another goal from a corner kick.

"Yeah!"

Cheers rang out again, and Maher stood up and applauded, praising his teammates for their excellent performance.

The first half of the game passed like this, with Arsenal leading Wolves 2-0. Overall, the game was relatively easy.

15 minutes later, the second half began and Wolves launched a counterattack. No one wanted to lose on Boxing Day, whether at home or away.

In the 48th minute of the game, Steven Fletcher took advantage of Szczesny's long-range shot and shot the ball into the Arsenal net.

One to two!

Hope rekindled!

"Mael, warm up!"

Wenger was afraid of any accidents, so he called up Maher, who has now become one of the team's guarantees.

Maher had just taken off his cotton jacket and ran to the sidelines to warm himself up when he saw Arshavin dribbling past two players on the left and then shooting the ball into the net.

"Wow!"

Exclamations rang out, and he was also a little surprised. The Tsar still had 70% of his strength left.

1 goal and 1 assist!
This is for the new contract!
"He wanted to retire, and he was a little frustrated that he couldn't play this season. I didn't expect this to inspire his fighting spirit."

Rosicky, who was hanging out with Maher, explained that he had known Arshavin earlier.

After saying this, he looked at Maher, remembered the conversation between Wenger and himself, and smiled: "I will give you the No. 7 jersey in the second half. Don't have any barriers between you and me, because I will not have any barriers between you and me.

"So, if someone whispers in your ear that I'm not feeling well, or something, that's definitely trying to sow discord."

Maher glanced at Rosicky and was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to bring up this point.

He paused and asked subconsciously: "Why?"

“Because I don’t care about numbers.”

Rosicky pretended to smile easily, but quickly told the truth, "Because I want the championship, if the number 7 can motivate you better, I will give it to you without hesitation.

"After coming to the UK, I never won any championship. Although I can make more than 20 appearances a year at Arsenal, it sounds like I am playing for a top club."

At the end, he shrugged, his meaning was obvious, but he didn't win a single championship.

Maher patted his shoulder and assured him, "Don't worry, I will make sure we get what we want."

At this time, the two heard cheers from the far stands. They turned around and saw Wolves midfielder Stephen Hunt breaking into the penalty area and scoring with a push shot.

"Oh!" The Wolves fans were ecstatic, and then they shouted their expectations in unison, "One more! One more! Three to three! Three to three!"

"I guess you have to go up."

Rosicky is a very cheerful person. Even when the team conceded a goal, he kept talking and smiling to Mahel.

Maher nodded, and then he saw Wenger submit a substitution request to the sidelines and called him to his side, "The chances of winning are still relatively large, but I want to take out some insurance.

"Let Arshavin finish this game, and you replace Walcott and partner with Van Persie as a double striker, playing on the left side."

Maher had no objection. He soon saw Walcott running over, shook hands with him and ran onto the court.

"Maher! Maher!" The cheers at the Emirates Stadium rang out again. The Wolves fans wilted, and their head coach McCarthy did not hide his fear at all, frowning and holding his forehead.

"The monster is coming."

Wolves defender Zubar stood beside Van Persie and sighed. He looked at Maher with concern, "He is not a human being."

"Do I need you to tell me that?" Van Persie looked at him with a smile and asked back.

"Bang bang bang!"

After Maher came on, Wolves shrank their formation back. Even though they were behind, they did not dare to fight against Arsenal and only sought opportunities to counterattack.

Arsenal's possession of the ball in the midfield and backcourt was relatively easy. They often played the ball to both flanks, seeking to create opportunities on the flanks, and occasionally tried to pass the ball straight through the middle.

"Oh!"

"嘡啷!"

In the 71st minute of the game, Arshavin, who was in great form today, cut inside and fired a low shot, which hit the outside edge of the post and bounced out of the bottom line.

Arshavin's face had turned red. He slapped his thigh regretfully and waved to Maher and Van Persie in the middle. The chance would have been good if the ball had been passed just now.

"fine."

Maher waved back at him. He could see that the veteran wanted to contribute and he made a mental note of it.

His arrival has caused Arshavin to lose his position, and he is about to leave, so in these last one or two games, let's try to make him play more comfortably.

"Robin!"

He called out to Van Persie, "I may retreat a few steps later, and you can push forward between the defenders."

He needs to create more space for himself to receive the ball and break through, and try his variation dribbling. This new ability has not been used on the court yet.

"How about I retreat?" Van Persie said a little worriedly: "Wolves' midfield and backcourt defense is very dense. You won't get many good opportunities if you retreat. Staying here will be more threatening."

"I'll withdraw, trust me."

Maher waved at him, and he was quite firm in his decision.

Van Persie had no choice but to nod slightly and start to move closer to the position between the opponent's two central defenders.

"Boom."

In the 74th minute of the game, Maher received a penetrating ball directly from center back Vermaelen during a retreat. He took the ball and turned around, looking at the opponent's midfield and backcourt defense with some desire to attack.

He lowered his center of gravity and dribbled forward. This time, the ball not only stuck to his feet, but also changed more.

"Mael's dribbling breakthrough, does he want to challenge the opponent's defense directly in the middle? This is a bit difficult.

"The first one to come up is Forde. His defensive ability is not strong and he should not pose any threat to Maher. Stephen Hunter and Carl will protect him from behind!
"Continuous changes of direction left and right! Breaking forward, suddenly speeding up the pace! Ford was thrown away!
"He tried to make a tackle! Maher changed speed and continued forward, and he could speed up again! Wow! He didn't give Forde any chance at all!
"The ones coming up now are Stephen Hunter and Carl. They stand on the left and right, not giving Maher a one-on-one chance. They're going to double-team him!"

On the court, facing the double-team, Maher's eyes were even more excited, and he dribbled the ball straight between the two.

He focused all his attention on the football under his feet. After arriving in front of the two people, he took a step to the right and shifted his body weight to the right, pretending to break through to the right.

Stephen Hunter and Carl did not dare to be careless. They chased after Maher together, narrowing the gap between them.

"Boom!"

But after Mahel took another step to the right, he suddenly changed direction and moved towards the middle of the two men, then burst out and wiped out the gap between them.

In a space just big enough for a football to pass through, he squeezed in sideways, dodged past, and left the two men behind in an instant.

Passed two people in a row!

“Top notch!!”

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun couldn't help but exclaimed, "In such a densely defended area in the middle, he actually broke through three people in a row!
“But this time the ball is a bit long, and I may have to slow down after catching the ball, because the opponent’s central defenders Zubar and Ward are coming up!
"Zubal made another tackle in advance! Maher didn't engage in physical confrontation with them, but he still caused a huge fall!"

Maher continued to move forward and saw the opponent's central defender Zubar sliding out. He made a fake move forward and then suddenly slowed down and stopped.

Variations don’t just mean speeding up the tempo, they can also mean slowing it down or even stopping it suddenly!

Zubal missed the ball and stood up with his hands in embarrassment, and double-teamed Maher, who had already sped up again and was heading towards their penalty area.

"Snap! Bang! Snap!"

At this moment, Maher felt that his body was exceptionally light and agile. He seemed to have the ability to dodge and change the speed of dribbling the ball like Hazard, and he seemed to be in an unstoppable state with his explosive power and body.

He dribbled past Ward and Zubar who was following him again, then slid out and poked the ball behind the opponent's defense line before Carl came up.

"Oh!"

There, Arshavin cut in from the wing and dribbled the ball sideways, getting rid of all the defenders.

"Amazing breakthrough in the middle! Maher tore through the Wolves' defense line by himself! Arshavin cut into the penalty area and was about to finish the shot!

"He's going to lie down one more step and try to get past the goalkeeper! Hennessey makes a save, but can't get the ball! It's an empty goal!"

"."

"Oh!"

Arshavin dribbled past the goalkeeper and pushed the ball into the net, completing his brace.

He ran to the sidelines trembling, spread his hands and stuck out his tongue, listening to the Emirates Stadium cheers for the last few times, "Yeah!"

Mahel ran after him excitedly, the rhythm enhancing his combat effectiveness beyond his imagination.

He had never felt so relaxed before. He now truly had the ability to disrupt the opponent's defense on his own!
What happens after you have the fancy style?
It will surely only get better!

Even more mysterious!

Generally, after practicing, one or two games are needed to adapt to the acquired abilities, but it seems that this is not necessary and Rhythm can directly demonstrate a very high level.

As long as he wants, he can break through the opponent's weak points at any time.

In the second half, Premier League teams without defensive full-backs and midfielders will be in trouble!
"Come on!"

Arshavin came to the side of the field, excitedly pumped his fist, then turned around and hugged Mahel who had caught up with him, "Thank you! I'm leaving soon, back to Zenit, thank you for the pass!"

"After I leave, you will be the only one left on the wing. The other kids are useless. You must lead this team to the championship. I will always keep an eye on you!"

The two people who had not spoken this season and who had been rumored to have a disagreement many times, seemed to have endless things to say to each other at this moment.

“Keep working hard in the future.”

Maher patted him on the back. He could feel that Arshavin seemed to be about to cry. "Your Arsenal career has been very successful. I will first aim for the number of goals you score."

"Haha!" Arshavin separated from Maher, held Maher's head with one hand, and couldn't help rubbing Maher's hair.

On the sidelines, Wenger stood up and celebrated briefly with Philip. It was 4-2, and there would be no surprises in this Boxing Day battle.

If they win this game and defeat Sheffield United, they will become the half-time champions with an unbeaten record!

We haven't won this honor for many seasons. This season there are so many firsts in seven or eight years. Is it true that we can win the league championship again after seven years?
"What are you going to do with the money after Arshavin and the others leave?" Philip asked beside him. They had not yet discussed this issue among themselves.

Wenger stared at Maher on the field, thought for a long time and said: "Buy a center forward, and then grit your teeth and break the salary structure."

Phillip turned his head suddenly, “What you said before was true? I thought you were joking, haha, it seems that some people are really special to you.”

"Even you think I'm stubborn?"

Wenger looked a little unhappy, "Of course I understand that top players need top salaries to stay. If we don't break this salary system, Arsenal will never be a top team.

"Nasri left, Clichy left, too many people left for higher salaries and my heart bleeds.

"It's just because the shareholders are unwilling to invest. They also asked me not to break the salary system. You can't forget that we gave Bergkamp the highest salary in England.

“That amount of money may not seem like much now, but at the time, it was an extremely bold move and a risk.”

Philip was silent. He came later and he only knew that the team's poor performance in the transfer market was related to the equity dispute between Kroenke and Usmanov.

Unexpectedly, insisting on the salary structure is also related to this. Wenger has been criticized by everyone for this, and in the end he still has to take the blame.

"What about this time?"

He had a great deal of respect and sympathy for the professor, so he had no other feelings but only asked about the current situation.

"I said I was going with Mahel."

Wenger finally smiled, his tone was full of joy, "They agreed, if I can get the money back through the transfer, then I have the right to use the money freely.

“I can choose to buy other players or I can choose to use it to break the salary system.

"They are afraid that I will leave with Maher, and become the sinners of English football and Arsenal. If only I leave, or only Maher leaves, they will not do so. "But if both of us leave together, everything will be different, and the club will collapse in an instant!

"The higher the building built with this season's results is, the greater the intensity of the collapse will be, and Van Persie and others will leave soon."

Philip also smiled, but it was a somewhat bitter smile. "So they are still unwilling to invest money?"

"That's good enough." Wenger seemed to be used to it and smiled. "And don't you think it's interesting? Both of them are afraid that investing in the club will cause the other party's equity to appreciate, making it more difficult to acquire the club.

"They spent so many years like this, and they fell out in front of me countless times, showing their exhausted side.

"But Maher's unexpected appearance wasted their time, as he alone increased Arsenal's market value by more than £1 million.

"Part of it is his price tag, and part of it is the strength of the season he's led us to.

"This has made subsequent acquisitions difficult for the two. Each share has increased in value by £100 million. Even with their net worth, they will feel the pain."

"Haha." Philip finally smiled happily from the bottom of his heart. This was indeed quite interesting. "But think about it carefully. It would have been great if they had invested 1 million pounds earlier."

“That’s not the best.”

Wenger shook his head and turned his gaze to Maher, "The best and most interesting thing is that Maher continues to perform like this, his value exceeds 1 million pounds, and he leads Arsenal to win the championship.

"Then the club will continue to appreciate and appreciate until the two of them give up the dispute or someone quits."

His eyes were sharp, “That’s the best and most satisfying ending for me.

"If they had continued to wait until then, the fans would have regarded Maher as the big boss, because he was the one who had been increasing the market value and competitiveness."

Another burst of laughter rang out from here, and the two of them laughed forward and backward, as if they had encountered something rare and happy.

The bar street outside the Emirates Stadium, a pub nicknamed "Jones Pub" by fans, was packed with fans watching the game.

This was originally the territory of lottery fans, but because the Boxing Day battle was so intense, many people who had never been here also squeezed in today.

Jones was still the same as always, sitting in the middle of the round table, drinking free beer brought by others and enjoying himself like a master.

He is still telling his philosophy to the fans who like gambling, "If Maher doesn't score in this game, then I'm ready to use leverage.

"The reason is simple. The next game is against his old club Sheffield United. He had a good experience there and might show mercy.

"If he doesn't score for two consecutive rounds, even if he has 20 goals now, the bookmaker will probably raise the odds."

Seeing the confusion and doubt in other people's eyes, he took a sip of beer and spread his hands to explain, "You know, those top institutions have the best analysts and mathematicians in the world.

"When they calculate the odds, they take into account the probability of players getting injured.

“Maher has not been injured since his debut, so they cannot get a reference probability and can only give an average base of about 19%.

"So when he didn't score for two consecutive games and was about to enter the devilish winter transfer schedule.
"Bookmakers will definitely think that he has been very tired recently, and his risk of injury has increased sharply. He is likely to be injured during the devil's season, and even if he is not injured, his condition will decline significantly.

"At this time, they will pretend to know nothing and use the propaganda of 20 goals in the first half and raising the odds to attract people to buy him."

Many people acted as if they had suddenly understood something, while many others were not convinced.

"genius!"

The pub owner was now his ardent fan, clapping his hands and saying, "I've long said you were a genius! But isn't leverage a futures business? What does it have to do with football betting?"

“There is no leverage in football betting.”

Jones smiled mysteriously, took out his credit card, and said, "But I can add it myself."

"Pfft" he immediately caused a lot of laughter, and many people gave him a thumbs up for his courage.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

At this time, the referee on the broadcast screen blew the whistle to end the game. In the end, Arsenal defeated Wolves 4-2 and continued to lead the standings.

Arshavin scored 2 goals and 1 assist, Van Persie scored 1 goal, and Maher got 1 assist.

Many people looked at Jones expectantly, and Jones did not disappoint them. He held up his cards and shouted, "All in! The fourth all in!"

"Oh!"

"Papa.!"

Many people actually cheered and applauded for him. The pub was gradually becoming crazy.

This quickly attracted the contemptuous looks of the fans who were here for the first time, and many people looked at these drunkards and gamblers with disgust.

"The player just won the Golden Boy Award and made an assist with a one-on-one dribble. It's fine if you don't praise him here, but you're actually calculating the probability that he won't score in the next game?!"

"Yeah, what are you talking about, injury probability, leverage, and poker? You must be crazy!"

"Those who don't watch the game well should stop watching the game in the future. You don't deserve to be Maher's fans, and Maher probably doesn't need fans like you."

"Shame on Arsenal, shame on Maher for a bunch of people not cheering for Mr Golden Boy but cheering for Stud."

The people around Jones fell silent for a moment, and even the boss lowered his head, wondering why his tavern had become like this.

At this moment, Jones stood up with a glass of wine in his hand. He walked straight to these people, holding the handle of the glass tightly with his right hand. He looked so aggressive that many people retreated in fear.

"Cough cough."

He coughed twice and began his performance, “When Maher first came to the Premier League from Sheffield United, no one believed him, including you Arsenal fans!
“Countless people are questioning him, and countless people are slandering those who truly like him, support him, and recognize him!

"And I have been refuting these people from the very beginning. I have had absolute trust in him from the very beginning! I even took out real money to express my recognition of him!
"What qualifications do you have to lecture me? When Mahel first arrived, I carried him on my shoulders! It's not your turn to say the words 'Mael's shame'!"

His aura was so impressive that it instantly shocked everyone in the pub, but his shining moment was not over yet. "He won the Golden Boy Award, crushed doubts and was liked by so many people. I am happier than anyone else!"

Jones smashed the glass in his hand to the ground. He raised his right hand high. "All in!"

At this moment, everyone around the round table raised their heads, stood up, and shouted with him: "All in!!"

The others were all stunned where they were. Some of them raised their hands tremblingly. "They are crazy! They are crazy! They are all crazy!"

On December 12th, there are two days left until the last round of the first half away game against Sheffield United.

Maher is training alone at home. The four members of the team have not come yet, so he has to live alone for a while.

One evening, when he was lying on the sofa watching TV bored, the doorbell suddenly rang.

When he stood up, he actually knew who it was. The four men said they would be back in early January, and Mendes and others would have informed them in advance when they came. Only McCabe's eldest daughter would be so reckless.

However, he still felt a little happy in his heart, and walked quickly to the door and opened it.

Isabella was standing outside the door, wearing sunglasses late at night, with one hand on the door, posing like a supermodel, trying to make a stunning appearance. "Surprise!"

"Ha ha."

Mael immediately laughed. He had spoken to Gilbert several times in the past few days. Perhaps Isabella heard that he was alone and happened to be nearby, so she came to see him.

Seeing that Mahel didn't look moved, Isabella took off her sunglasses with a little disappointment and walked quickly past Mahel with her long legs.

Today she was wearing a black and white sweater outerwear, a pink scarf, a pink tulle inner layer, simple knight pants and knight boots. It was a regular outfit with loose top and tight bottom.

But when she wears it, it gives people a different feeling, as if it is the fashion style of the season.

Maher followed her in and saw that she was holding a bag stuffed full of things. He asked, "Why is the daughter of Sheffield United coming to see me at this time? Are you planning to turn me against us?

"Let me make it clear first, this matter is off the table. If anyone is still loyal to Arsenal, then..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Isabella's laughter. The latter came to the table and sat down, "Haha, don't worry, I'm not such an unreasonable person.

"It's just that Primacy's chain stores have opened in London, and it's only natural that our headquarters will move to London, and I plan to settle here."

"Oh, congratulations." Maher still remembered this was his first sports brand endorsement. Their contract was about to end.

After he signed with Puma, Isabella never invited him to shoot commercials or participate in activities again, as if she was afraid that he would embarrass Puma. In this matter, he really owed the other party something.

"Our contract, do you want it?"

He was about to propose some compensation, but was predicted by the other party. Isabella seemed to know him very well, "Stop it, why are you being polite to me? You have done a lot for Sheffield United and our brand.

"Those hundreds of thousands of pounds are simply worth every penny. Now, let's talk about something else.

"In the early days of my business, I invested all my money in the company and rented an ordinary apartment. It was boring to drink alone at night, so I wanted to come to your place to drink. Your living room is so big and comfortable."

She smiled brightly, opened her bag and took out two bottles of wine, as well as some blended drinks. It seemed that drinking foreign liquor was a common hobby in their family.

"I can't drink with you."

Mael sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. He instantly felt that the house had become more lively and warmer.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Isabella suddenly smiled and took out a bottle of soda drink, and said with a smile: "I prepared this for you, is this okay?

"I've looked up some information. If you drink it today, it will be excreted after half an hour of exercise tomorrow. There's no harm.

"Since Safina is not here, you can make an exception for me. Look how far I have come to find you."

Maer looked at her and smiled. He hesitated for a moment and took it. He didn't refuse. "Okay, I'll drink this."

Isabella took out the dice and some cards, squatted on the ground, and taught Mahel how to play the game. The two of them often burst into laughter.

"oops!"

"Hahaha, you lose!"

Mael forgot everything else and immersed himself in the game with her, as if this was all that was left in the world.

Soon, Isabella's face turned red from drinking, which made her look even cuter, and she became bolder in her words, "Mael, your house is really a bit messy, and there's dust in a lot of places.

“In addition to the four people in the team, you may also need 4-1 aunties and a driver to help you with daily chores.

“Although I live in a small apartment, I brought with me the aunt who is the best to me in my family.

"If it doesn't work, you can have more mistresses. Let them help you take care of these things. No matter what method you use, your quality of life will be better guaranteed."

"I didn't pay attention."

Maher looked around and shook his head. "I think Safina has done a good job here. She's a very nice person and often does things outside of work."

When Isabella heard this, she rolled her eyes and asked tentatively, "So do you like her? Do you want to make her your mistress?"

Maher shook his head like a rattle. He knew long ago that it was impossible for him to have any feelings for Safina.

"Because of age?"

Isabella kept asking, seeming very interested in this, "Or is it because of your looks?"

Before Maer could answer, she held her hair with her right hand and looked up and asked, "So what do you think of my appearance?"

"Very good." His heart was suddenly touched and he turned around and took a sip of soda.

"Ha ha."

Isabella laughed happily. She waited for a while, and when she saw that Maher didn't respond, she stood up, picked up her bag, and walked over with a cheerful step, "Maher, there is a game the day after tomorrow, so I won't disturb you and let you sleep too late.

"It's boring to stay in London alone, just call me anytime, I will definitely come to accompany you."

On December 12, the last game of the first half will come, and Arsenal will play against Sheffield United away.

In Sheffield city, in front of the hotel, countless Sheffield United fans are waiting here, waiting for Arsenal players to come out.

Not long after, as Wenger and his group walked out, Maher's figure soon appeared in front of them.

"Oh!" A cheer rang out, and the fans beat drums and gongs, held up banners, and shouted Maher's name loudly.

"Mael! Here!"

"Ke Daer, do you still remember? That tavern!"

"You said to me at your exit last season that we would win the championship! Kid, here!"

"Mael, congratulations on winning the Golden Boy Award! We are so proud!"

"We did a great job this season, you finally came back to watch!"

When Maher heard the calls, he looked into the crowd and soon saw several familiar faces.

There was Kodal and the fans he remembered from last season. He had not forgotten these people. He stepped forward and hugged them.

"Evan! Evan!"

Ke Daoer looked at Maher coming up, waved excitedly, and pulled over a man of similar age. "Look, I told you a long time ago that my tavern has invited Maher to be the spokesperson. Don't you believe it?!"

"Trust, trust, trust."

Evan smiled bitterly, turned around and looked at Maher with an excited face, waved enthusiastically and said, "Oh my god! I didn't expect that I could see the new golden boy so close!"

Maher high-fived him, pointed at Ke Daoer and said with a smile: "It was my first endorsement income in my life, 4000 pounds, and I signed autographs that time."

"Hehe." Ke Dao's face flushed immediately, and he felt that he looked much taller in front of his friends. He said to Maher, "Kid, you are growing up so fast! I watched all your games!
"Come back sometime. I told you it's free, but you never came once."

Evan patted Kodall on the shoulder and said, "Listen to what you are saying. The players are big stars now. Why would they go to your crappy place? Stop saying embarrassing things."

Kodor laughed dryly, looking a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he continued to say to Maher: "I spent a lot of money to buy the ticket for the best seat. Today, I will cheer for you while cheering for Sheffield United!"

Maher smiled and nodded at him, waved goodbye and said, "The bus will leave soon. I'll leave first, Mr. Kodor. I'll come to your bar when I have time."

"Good!" Ke Daer laughed excitedly again. Although he was very old, his emotions were as jumpy as a child.

Maher boarded the bus, drove through familiar streets one after another, saw familiar faces one after another, and arrived at the Bramall Lane Stadium with emotion all the way.

Looking at this place where countless memories and happiness were left, and remembering the farewell banner hung here at the end of last season, he couldn't help but be moved by the scene.

At that time, he set a goal to make the Emirates Stadium his own stage and to make Arsenal fans as fanatical as Sheffield United fans.

Half a season has passed and it looks like he has successfully completed half of it. All he needs is the final championship trophy.

He did a good job, just as he thought at the time, he came back here in the best possible manner!

Sheffield United fans will be proud of him!

"Gilbert."

Maher murmured, and thought of his best friend who had stayed here for another half a year. He led the team to face stronger opponents in this stadium every week, and he couldn't help but miss him a little.

This guy, his basketball skills should be pretty good now, right?

It's time to see you on the court today.

Van Persie, who was watching him from the side, thought of the welcome that Sheffield United fans would give to Maher later, and couldn't help but envy him and said, "That's great, I'm afraid the fans of both teams will cheer for you together this time, right?
"Although this situation is rare, I think it is possible because you have left them with important honors and too many good memories.

"When will I be able to do this, playing for two teams and being liked by fans of both teams at the same time?"

"Who knows?" Maher smiled and didn't care at first, but then he remembered something and turned his head quickly, "Don't learn from me. Some things can't be learned blindly, it will hurt you."

(End of this chapter)