Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 264: Jose loves to tell jokes! The flowers are so dazzling! ! Upgrade! ! Wenger's abnormality!

On October 10, a few rays of sunlight shone through the green field in front of my home, giving people a refreshing and healing feeling.

"Bang bang bang!"

However, Maher, who was kicking the football and practicing shooting, was not in any mood to feel the beauty.

His heart was attracted by the second and third level 2 skills. His desire to improve his strength reached the extreme and desire filled his heart.

Moreover, the closer a person gets to a goal, the more anxious and bored he becomes, and the more disgusted he becomes with the process, so pain fills every organ of his body.

“Bang bang!!”

After two more shots, Maher wiped the sweat from his head and took a deep breath to adjust his state.

Glancing at the football under his feet and the goal in the distance, he gradually began to feel uncomfortable and nauseous, as if he was drowning, or as if fire was burning his body and every nerve from the inside out.

Although this pain was only at the physical level and would not make him lose interest in football, he inevitably wanted to take a break and upgrade the arc knife and arc guidance the next day or the day after tomorrow.

"continue!!"

As soon as he had this thought, Maher forced himself to abandon all other thoughts, run first and control the football.

Unlike in the past when he needed external help to roll his eyes, he is now accustomed to doing so and adjusts quickly.

Whenever he wants to slack off, he must remember his glorious scenes on and off the court, the joy after scoring goals and winning, and the cheerfulness after his improved strength.

These inspirations are his driving force to keep moving forward and will accompany him throughout his life.

“Bang bang!!”

Maher gritted his teeth and kicked the ball again and again, putting all his strength into each kick in pursuit of the highest quality.

It was this kind of training that allowed him to debut as a rookie in the Championship, win the highest honor in the Premier League as a dominant player, win the European Cup, and possess his first lv5 truth-level skill!
This is his wealth, which can be compared to his money tree, something will fall out if you kick it!

So, there is no need to feel bored, just savor the positive feedback!
liver!!

"Ha..." After comforting himself, he still couldn't help but let out a long sigh after dozens of shots, and a feeling of giving up surged in his heart.

He quickly dismissed the idea and forced himself to move, repeating this over and over again until 2 p.m., until Safina came out three times to urge him to go in for lunch.

"Buzz buzz buzz!" Mael's whole body seemed to shake slightly. Of course, this was just an illusion. The only parts that felt refreshed were his legs, feet, and brain.

He knew that the second level 2 was coming!

Heavy artillery is no longer alone!!
[Skill: Extreme Arc Heavy Slash lv5]

[Proficiency: (MAX/MAX)]

[Effect: After countless practice, one day you suddenly have a wonderful feeling, as if you have broken free from the shackles and reached a whole new level! Your ability to shoot has truly reached the pinnacle and has reached perfection! ]

"What a chuunibyou name."

Maher complained, but a sense of comfort and relief naturally arose in his body, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Haha. Hahahaha!!! Wuhu!!"

The 'max' in the proficiency column seemed to be magnified countless times, flickering and dancing in his mind, causing him to secrete endorphins like crazy.

The same effect as the lv5 long shot gave him a joyful imagination - any skill, at the lv1-lv4 stage, has its own advantages and disadvantages, and these advantages and disadvantages will make them have different utility evaluations.

But there can only be one maximum level skill, one that is truly the ultimate skill, and that is reaching the pinnacle and achieving the pinnacle!

"Cool!"

All the boredom and pain disappeared, replaced by many times the joy. Mael couldn't help twisting his body a few times, and then he laughed again, "Haha. Ahahaha.!!"

"Creaky." The sound of the door opening was heard, and Safina suddenly walked out from the inner room, staring at Mael who seemed to be crazy with wide eyes, showing an embarrassed look, which made people feel awkward.

Maher: “.”

Safina: “.”

"What are you doing?"

Maher stopped smiling and walked towards the inner room to prepare for lunch. "It's okay. I thought of something happy."

"That's so happy." Safina pursed her lips, took Maher into the house, and then went to the kitchen to heat up the food.

After eating and drinking, Maher rested for a while, swam two laps to relieve muscle fatigue, then walked out the door and enthusiastically started training the second lv5 skill.

“Bang bang!!”

This time, Jose stood opposite him and practiced long passes and crosses with him using his left and right feet.

Maher concentrated on every move. After stopping each ball, he would shake his ankle and kick a high and accurate spin ball without much pause. He also increased the difficulty by speeding up every time he made a cross.

"How about this stop?! Wow! Look at me, can I play in the Premier League too!"

"Really, you should recommend me to Wenger. Although there is no such precedent in football, I feel that I have the ability."

"I'm here to say nothing else, at least I want to lead Arsenal to win the Champions League before I turn 40."

"Ha ha ha ha.!"

"."

This time, with Jose's company and his constant jokes, the boring atmosphere was a little better, and he often smiled along with Jose's positive emotions.

But after a while, he noticed that Jose smiled less and less, and he fell into depression.

"Still practicing?"

After a while, Jose stopped the ball and stepped on it, wiped his sweat and said, "Mael, although I have told you many times that you don't need to practice anymore, I also understand your ambition to continue to improve your strength and move to a higher position.

"But as for crosses and long balls, I clearly feel that you are already very good at it. Why are you torturing yourself like this?"

Maher walked to the side to get other footballs and said: "In the absence of confrontation, my long passes and crosses seem to be always on target, but it is different in the game.

"I want more than Beckham's passing ability, he had around 10 assists a season, half of which were probably high ball assists.

"For me, that's not enough. I hope that just the high pass can help me get at least 1-10 assists per season, or even more, so... catch the ball!!"

"Bang!!" Without giving Jose a chance to react, he took a new ball and kicked it out and continued training.

"Snapped!"

Jose stopped the ball in a panic, looked at Mahel with a bitter look on his face, but still kicked the ball out, whispering: "Even if you are better than Beckham, it is too difficult to get the number of assists in a single season with high balls to become the Premier League assist king."

In fact, he had no intention of stopping accompanying Mahel in training. He was his employer, the person he served, and a good friend. How could he go against the other party's wishes for training?

However, when people are about to reach their limits, they will inevitably complain a little.

"Bang!!"

"Buzz buzz buzz!" More than half an hour passed, and the feeling of trembling all over his body appeared again on Mahel's body, making him unable to help but sit down on the ground, supporting his head with his hands behind his back.

The third one is coming!

Upgrade on the same day!

"Huh!" Maher tried his best to control his excitement and inner joy, and even tried to make his deep breathing look more even. But in Jose's opinion, his deep breathing was still very rapid and his face was also significantly bright, as if he had suddenly received some good news.

"What's wrong?" Jose walked up to Mahel and asked curiously.

"fine."

Maher had no time to pay attention to him. He was just trying to suppress the urge to laugh out loud and was only focused on reading the introduction of the lv5 biography.

[Skill: Precision Guidance lv5]

[Proficiency: (MAX/MAX)]

[Effect: After countless practice, one day you suddenly have a wonderful feeling, as if you have broken free from the shackles and reached a whole new level! Your crossing ability has truly reached the pinnacle and has reached perfection! ]

See you again MAX!

Another pinnacle of achievement!

The 3th!
“Ahem.” Maher gritted his teeth and looked at Jose beside him, “Would you like to tell a joke?”

"Ah?" Jose was confused and thought he had heard it wrong.

After realizing that these words had indeed come from Maher's mouth, he walked to Maher's side and stared at Maher's face seriously, wondering if Maher was possessed by a ghost.

"Tell me a joke."

"Uh..." Confused, Jose thought for a long time, and finally decided not to go against his employer's wishes. "Someone kept saying that he thought God was a very serious elder. How can I make him laugh? Do you know what that person said?"

"Ok?"

“The man said, if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans and plots for your life.”

After he finished speaking, Jose smiled, as if he felt he had some sense of humor.

But he didn't expect that Maher would suddenly burst into laughter while holding his shoulders, "Hahaha!! Ahahahahaha.!"

A hint of embarrassment also appeared on Jose's face. He stared at Mahel for a while and found that the other's happiness did not seem fake.

He frowned and wanted to point at himself and ask, "Me, do I still have a sense of humor?"
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly showed more confidence between his brows, as if he had suddenly discovered one of his own strengths.

"Hey, let's go, Jose!"

Maher hugged Jose and walked towards the house, saying excitedly: "I'll treat all of you to a big dinner tonight!"

He now had a refreshing feeling of "a riot of colour". It wasn't that he was conceited, but the main point was that he was very different from who he was yesterday.

Long shots, lob shots, and crosses, these three are almost the first skills we started practicing, and they have finally reached the end of their potential, turning all that potential into strength!

And he will rely on these three skills to reach a higher position!
In the match against Chelsea three days later, he will probably notice the changes in himself on the court.

After going through October and playing the games in November and December, he can probably understand how much this skill will bring him!

"Okay, okay." Jose smiled happily and walked into the house with Mahel with cheerful steps.

The next one or two days were spent in a very strange atmosphere.

Maher often saw this scene: Jose was around Safina and Davis, telling some very boring jokes, and then he laughed every time, only getting polite smiles from others.

What followed was a moment of awkwardness. Jose's brows always showed contemplation and confusion. Then he turned on the computer in the room to search for something, and occasionally clapped his hands.

On October 10, just before driving to the Kearney base to catch the bus, Maher saw Jose sneaking up to Safina again.

"Safina, do you know why Europeans are not angry?" Jose leaned over with a smile on his face, supporting himself on the kitchen counter with his hands.

Safina glanced at Jose, her face clearly showing the expression of 'again', but she quickly looked away and asked with pretended interest, "Why?"

“Because Europe is running out of energy.” José said this in a quirky way. He couldn’t stop smiling while speaking. When he finished speaking, his voice spread throughout the entire building. “Hahahahaha!!”

Safina forced an unpleasant smile, nodded, and made a face towards Harry outside the door.

Outside the door, Davis, who had gone to the garage to get something for Maher, glanced at the kitchen as he walked back. He couldn't help but say with joy, "Jose has started this again? Is he really possessed? Why do you think he is doing this? He wasn't like this before."

“I don’t know.” Maher also glanced at Jose. “Actually, he’s quite funny. But it’s not the jokes that are funny, it’s the person himself that’s funny.”

"Haha!" Davis laughed twice, "In this regard, you are much more talented than Jose."

"But some people also say I'm embarrassing." Maher put the last piece of muscle tape into his backpack, picked up the bag and stood up. "It seems that a successful man is bound to be criticized."

“Hahaha!” The two laughed together, and Maher waved his hand at the crowd in a cool manner, “Wait for my good news, and count how many goals I can score tonight!”

The press conference will start at 6:40 p.m.

At multiple interview points inside Stamford Bridge, the camera was aimed at many people involved in this decisive battle in the 9th round of the Premier League.

"Chelsea are in really good form and they are worthy opponents."

The first person to appear on the pre-match broadcast screens of major TV stations was Maher. He looked sunny and handsome in the camera, but with a smirk on his face. "But it's obvious that their offensive line is not as good as Arsenal. No, not as good as me."

After saying this, he leaned back, smiled, and passed by the reporter.

The camera was turned to the reporters and then to Ribery who was walking not far behind. Everyone felt a sense of gunpowder.

"Ribery, did you hear what Maher said? Do you think this is a mockery of you, the Avengers?" The reporter pointed the microphone at Ribery again, but was interrupted by Ribery before he could finish his words.

Ribery grabbed the microphone from him and said: "There is no alliance, I will not answer any questions about it.

"But I still want to answer this question. We always put the team first and value the final victory more than anything else.

"Individual strength has no impact on the results. The success of the team is what people will remember."

Soon, the camera flashed and Fabregas appeared in front of another billboard, listening to reporters' questions.

"Fabregas, this is not the first time you play against your old club Arsenal, how do you feel now?"

Fabregas scratched his eyes, thought for a moment and then replied: "We came here just to win, there is nothing else to think about, and it is difficult to talk about any feelings.

“It’s a crucial game, an important game for both teams and I’m sure Chelsea will win all the important games.

"Last time we faced Arsenal, we didn't get the team together. Chelsea is a different team today, but Arsenal is still Arsenal and that guy is still that guy."

Finally, the camera was turned to Wenger, and people saw the sad look on his face that was very common in previous seasons, as if he had something on his mind.

When he saw the reporters coming up, he forced a smile, but it was an ugly one.

During a later questioning session, a reporter noticed his abnormality and asked about this.

Wenger looked up at the camera, as if talking to someone, "Some unpleasant things did happen, and I feel that any of us, any team, must live very carefully, because many people are watching you and you.

"They're trying everything they can to take something away from you, to steal something."

His words were full of hidden meanings, but in the end, he still made everything right, "Of course, the unpleasant things should be separated from the second half of the sentence. The former is my private matter, and the latter is my official business.

"I know Chelsea want to take it away from us but they won't succeed."

(End of this chapter)