From Arsenal, Forge the Path to Football God

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"Captain!"

"Amazing!!"

Arsenal players rushed towards Gilbert, who was celebrating with his arms spread wide. He smiled, turned around, and embraced the first few teammates who ran up to him.

Then, he spotted Maël in the crowd and teased, "That assist was easy for you."

Maël had simply passed the ball back, earning himself an assist.

It felt quite similar to Busquets' century assist to Messi, a rather comfortable and relaxed moment.

Maël leaned back and chuckled, not countering, "If you often pass to me, you can also get an easy assist."

Regardless, he was very pleased. When evaluating attacking players in the final third, it's often simpler to just look at the stats.

By now, he had already scored one goal and one assist, both of the team's goals were related to him!

It was clear that staying on the team was no longer an issue.

Earning a few hundred pounds a week, gradually buying some good boots, supplementing his diet, and unlocking new abilities, he could level up to a high level!

A bright future lay ahead.

Maël's mood improved even more. He felt light and carefree, casting all fatigue aside, ready to fight hard.

If he could score another goal or assist, his standout performance in this match would catch the attention of Professor Wenger and many scouts, potentially earning him an early promotion to the professional team.

"Alright, let's get back!"

After a brief celebration, Captain Gilbert displayed his competitive spirit, rallying all his teammates, "We still have time, we can't be satisfied with just a goal, we need to push for victory!"

The other players nodded and returned to their half of the field. The referee then blew the whistle to restart the match.

As the game resumed, the Liverpool players began to feel some pressure. They noticed that their opponents' fighting spirit had returned, seemingly shaking off their previous slump.

The spectacular individual goal and the narrowing score gap gave them some confidence and hope.

"Don't get complacent, defensive players, mark your men and limit their attacking players' ability to receive and turn!"

The Liverpool U17 head coach stood up from the sidelines, starting to manage the game, "Especially that number 10, don't let him receive the ball, Louis, you need to help your teammates defend him!"

Clearly, he knew that Arsenal had fielded several trial players, not their strongest lineup.

If Liverpool couldn't secure a convincing victory, he was well aware that he would be eliminated during the next club coaching staff evaluation and roster changes.

Not far away, Hans and Wenger noticed the Liverpool U17 head coach's unusual tension.

As fellow professionals, they understood the immense pressure in the European football scene, whether as a coach or a player, the competition was fierce.

"Shouldn't our club's roster changes be a while away?"

Hans rubbed his head, looking at Wenger. This was a common gesture of his, and it seemed somewhat endearing when he did it in front of his senior, "The club hasn't had any major events recently, everything is calm and peaceful."

Wenger glanced at him, then turned his gaze back to the field, speaking seriously, "Calm and peaceful means there won't be any transfers this season, and that has nothing to do with roster changes.

"Without transfers, the first team coaching staff will have to select talent from the youth teams. If the selected players are not up to par and don't meet the requirements, you can imagine who will be held responsible."

Hans's expression froze, and he stood there motionless, as if his entire body had been plunged into an ice cellar.

What he meant was, if the older youth teams didn't produce excellent players, the corresponding coaching staff would have to leave.

His U17 team seemed to be under the most pressure.

Generally, players with potential start to show their talent around the age of 17. Moving up to U19, the chances of breaking through become much smaller.

Hans had heard that in some major countries, there were policies for U23 players, which was truly enviable, but in the highly competitive English football, that was unlikely.

At this moment, he could only lament his bad luck, as this situation happened to coincide with his time leading the U17 team.

"I can give you a heads-up."

Wenger's voice rang out again, with a tone that brooked no argument, "During the planning phase, the club had included both Gilbert and Ian from the U17 team. Their performances in the first team will determine your evaluation report."

"Ian."

Hans glanced at Ian on the defensive line, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Ian is the one who was blaming his teammates and shirking responsibility earlier."

"Oh."

Wenger was slightly surprised, then returned to his calm demeanor, "Then we'll strike his name off the list, and I'll have the assistant coach select someone else."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Maël on the field.

At that moment, Maël received the ball with his back to the goal, lowering his center of gravity to shield it from the opposing defender while preparing to turn.

"Is he going to shoot again?"

Wenger muttered to himself, causing Hans to also turn his gaze to the field, focusing on Maël with the ball.

"Go for it, kid!"

"Don't be afraid, turn and take a shot!"

"Come on, come on!"

Cheers erupted from the fan zone behind them. Many had already remembered Maël's face and characteristics, encouraging him to take another long shot.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Maël finally managed to turn around with difficulty.

He made a swinging kick motion, deceiving the opponent's defender, then gently dribbled the ball to the right and followed up with an explosive push-off.

What happened next was simple.

He planted his supporting foot, swung his left arm back to extend his body, and then his right leg, driven by his thigh, delivered a powerful shot!

"Bang!!"

The ball flew like a sharp sword or a flying knife, smashing into the far post.

"Enough already!" The Liverpool goalkeeper looked distressed, groaned, and dove, but unfortunately, he couldn't save it.

"Swish!" The ball hit the middle of the far post, causing the goal net to vibrate violently, indenting backward by more than two feet, a testament to its power.

Goal, scored again!

3-3!

Maël had scored his second goal in this match, scoring twice!

"Yeah!" All the Arsenal fans on the sidelines stood up, spreading their arms in celebration, sharing in the joy of the goal.

"What's his name?" someone asked curiously.

"This kid's timing is perfect, Mr. Wenger is right here, he'll definitely remember this kid!" someone marveled silently.

"Is this some kind of mysticism? How can someone score two long-range goals in one match, so consistently terrifying!" someone hugged their head.

All the fans watched the figure rushing to the sideline in celebration, feeling genuine appreciation and happiness.

Did you see that?

Striker!

This is the Arsenal Youth Academy, this is our future!