"Oh!!"
In the Sheffield fan zone of the South Stand, thousands of fans wearing red and white Sheffield United jerseys burst into a deafening cheer, setting off the surrounding area near the South Zone, "Yeah!!"
In the first two games, the team conceded six goals and has yet to score a single goal.
There was even a humiliating experience of being shut out by an English Parliamentary team.
Their emotions have long been in an extremely depressed state, and only their unwavering love for the team in their hearts supports them in every expedition.
Now, finally I see the goal!
"Who is it? Who is that guy?!" Some people raised their hands to celebrate, with hope shining in their eyes.
"Evans! Evans scored the first goal of the new season!" someone answered excitedly.
"No, I'm talking about the one who assisted! He is so talented, his nimble breakthrough and cross are all done in one go!" The person who asked the question exclaimed and praised while asking.
"Number 31, never seen it!"
"I haven't seen it either."
"17 years old, on loan from Arsenal, seems his name is Maher, making his debut today!" Someone checked the pre-match information and cleared up the confusion for everyone.
Since most of them were curious about the "assist player", Maher's name spread throughout the stands like a whirlwind, and elements such as his career debut were also known to Sheffield United fans.
In order to let the young boy off the court remember this wonderful moment and enjoy the treatment he deserves, some fans spontaneously organized themselves and shouted his name.
"Maelmael!"
At first, the sound was still small, until more and more people joined in, and the sound gradually became louder and louder, "Ma'er Ma'er!!"
On the bench beside the court.
"Pretty!"
Gilbert, who was wearing a substitute vest, had already had a fiery look in his eyes. This time he rushed out first, clenched his fists and shouted: "Mael, you did it!!"
For them who have been together day and night for two months, there is actually no difference between the opponent's participation in scoring a goal and their own participation in scoring a goal.
Gilbert was genuinely happy, knowing that after today his friend would be able to reach a new level.
"Come on!!"
Following him was Gary Speed, the young coach who had just experienced an emotional outburst and did not expect the team to score a goal at this time.
His emotions were ignited again. He clenched his right fist, bent his body, and punched the air to release his emotions, venting all his dissatisfaction just now.
After celebrating, Gary Speed turned his gaze towards a place in the fan area, where chief scout Jolson just turned his head.
It was a face that was flushed red. It was too far away to tell whether there were tears in his eyes, but I thought that he must be very excited.
Gary Speed gave him a thumbs up, as if to say well done.
As for the team coach Kevin standing aside, his face was filled with more surprise and complexity, with several emotions mixed in his heart, making him unable to express anything.
Inside the arena, a fiery atmosphere surrounded the place.
"coming!"
Maher's hair stood on end and he ran towards Evans who scored the goal with his eyes wide open. It seemed as if a fire was rising in his chest, forcing him to breathe in and out deeply.
The first data in the professional arena, the first assist in the Championship!
This was what he had been looking forward to for a long time, and this important day finally arrived!
After seeing Evans running towards him, Maher stood still and lowered his center of gravity because he clearly saw Evans preparing to make a flying jump.
"Good pass! Good pass!"
Evans ran over shouting, and when he was about one meter away from Maher, he jumped off the ground and pounced on Maher.
"Nice fight!"
Maher laughed and praised, then felt a strong impact coming at him. He subconsciously raised his hands and hugged Evans.
Then they put their arms around each other's shoulders and rushed to the fan zone on the sidelines.
The other teammates soon followed, and most of them congratulated the two.
"This will surely be a day you will never forget."
The team's midfielder Januhans smiled and came to Maher, put his arm around his shoulder and asked, "What else do you want?"
"victory."
Maher smiled back and expressed his true thoughts. He did not want to endure the pain of failure on this day that should have been the last day of joy.
His answer surprised many people, as they thought Maher would say the goal or the second assist.
"Let's work together." Evans stated his position. He was ready to give it his all, but he didn't know about others. "What about you?"
"I don't want to leave Maher with a bad memory of this first time."
Januhans also expressed his thoughts. He looked at several of his close teammates and saw that they all nodded.
The group walked towards their own half together, cheering each other on in the process, which boosted their morale greatly.
"Good job, kid!"
After returning to his position, Maher heard a voice coming from the backcourt. He turned around and saw the team's goalkeeper Robert raising his hands to applaud him.
Robert is one of the few veterans in the team with a very successful career. He is also the captain of Sheffield United. He is very kind and takes good care of him on weekdays.
He thanked her and turned around, feeling that everything was fine. New hope and goals were waiting for him ahead.
"Beep!"
The referee blew the third whistle for the game and the Cardiff City center forward kicked the ball out from the center circle.
Maher moved his legs again and rushed into the enemy's position. This time, his fighting spirit was even higher.
Kearney training base, youth team meeting room.
There was a delay, but they had already seen Maher's cross and Evans's run down the middle.
"boom!"
When the ball touched the net, Coach Hans, who had been unable to contain himself for a long time, slammed the table and raised his arms high, "First assist! Maher's pass equalized the score! He's amazing! It's brilliant!"
Surprises came in wave after wave like waves, impacting their hearts.
"Oh" The other Arsenal U17 players couldn't help but stand up and exclaim. They were either roaring or clapping, having already put themselves in Maher's role.
From the initial hearing that Maher was going to play, to discovering that Maher was going to start, to now completing his assist contribution!
Everyone seemed to be in a magical picture, unable to extricate themselves, but the familiar handsome face on TV told them that this was real.
"Don't block me! I want to see him celebrate!"
"I'm watching too!"
"Didn't you throw the football at him? What are you looking at?"
"How long ago was that?"
"So handsome, if it were me I would slide down on my knees."
The players stretched their necks to watch Maher's celebration. Many of them even had spasms and numbness all over their bodies.
They hope so much that the person on the screen is themselves!
That's the English Championship. I wonder how much more valuable an assist there is than in their youth team league?
"Are there bonuses for assists in Championship teams?" a player asked curiously.
"1500 pounds!"
Hans turned around and replied with a smile: "Besides, the bonuses of professional teams are usually after-tax amounts."
More people fell into a state of convulsion. This kick was equivalent to more than half a month's salary for them. It was worth a fortune in every aspect.
Aix, France.
At home in Clermont, a family of five sat on the sofa, watching the game intently.
"Got the ball, pass him, okay!"
Clermont has the hobby of most male fans when watching football, he likes to be a coach, as if he has a handle in his hand, "Pass the ball, if it doesn't go in, then... ah... it goes in! Maher's assist!"
He stood up with the beer can in his hand raised high, and glanced at the others excitedly, "Cheers to my nephew!"
The eldest and second oldest sons in the family, as well as his wife, all raised their glasses and clinked their glasses with his excitedly, smiling.
"Brother is so awesome!"
Ava didn't drink, and for the time being she didn't understand what her brother had accomplished. She just kept clapping her hands: "My brother made a lot of money, he's going to buy me eight pizzas!"
She is part of the atmosphere group. Every time she sees Mael appear in the camera, she will dance and remind everyone.
"I knew he could do it!"
Clemont was already drunk, and with a red face he boasted, "Thinking back to the old days."
(End of this chapter)