From Arsenal, Forge the Path to Football God

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"Oh!"

A sharp voice rang out from the Stadium Broadcast Studio. The Sky Sports commentator stood up, covering his head, and his emotions were instantly drawn into the field. "A goal at the start of the match! A long-range shot, a world-class goal! It's from No. 31 Maël!

"I must introduce this player from Arsenal again. He completed two assists in his debut, and this is only his second professional league match, and he's already scored a goal!

"Four rounds of the English Football League (EFL) Championship have passed, and he has played in two matches, scoring one goal and two assists! You can't help but look forward to how high he will rise in the future!

"Sheffield United, leading at home, Maël has scored the first goal under Gary Speed's tenure. This is a moment worth commemorating!"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the sideline, wanting to see Gary Speed's reaction.

To his surprise, the young coach had already clenched his fists and rushed to the sideline, trembling as he celebrated with his head thrown back.

Indeed, leading at the start of his first match in charge was a highly enjoyable moment.

The scales of victory were now tipping in his favor, and he had a good chance of starting with a beautiful victory!

Moreover, he had begun his coaching career with such a brilliant world-class goal!

At this moment, the stadium director wisely switched the camera to Gary Speed on the sideline. He opened his mouth wide, roaring, cheering, and releasing the pressure of recent times, "Yeah!"

Soon, his loyal assistant coaches pounced on him, jumping onto his back and bending his body.

The red tie hanging from his chest added a festive touch to their celebration, making it an unforgettable moment.

"What did I say! What did I say!"

In the celebrating crowd, the original Chief Scout Joelson was the most excited. After Gary Speed took over, he naturally joined the coaching staff as an assistant coach.

"He's simply the King of Long Shots!"

Joelson smiled proudly, his joy and excitement evident as his views were validated, just like 'Wang You Sheng' come to life.

"You deserve a lot of credit."

Gary Speed pounded his shoulder a few times, saying the words he most wanted to hear, but it wasn't flattery; it was genuine appreciation.

After the celebration, he came to the sideline and looked at the young man celebrating by the corner flag, feeling envious.

Was he seeing his younger self?

No, more importantly, he saw a rising star, beginning to write his own story in the English Football League (EFL) Championship, a league that has produced countless inspiring tales.

"Even if it's not a goal that makes him famous, it has certainly opened up a bright future for him."

Gary Speed smiled, knowing that if he continued to develop well, even greater stages awaited him.

At the Colney Training Ground, in the Youth Team Meeting Room.

The excitement of Maël's goal quickly spread here. Listening to the commentator's passionate roar and watching Maël slide knee out, the players and coaching staff all covered their heads.

"Oh my god! The first goal is here!"

"F*ck, a world-class goal!"

"Incredible ease, he seemed to have divine assistance in that position, what a beautiful goal!"

The players clenched their fists, trembling all over. The more they understood what this goal meant, the more intense their trembling became.

One could imagine that Maël would quickly secure a starting position at Sheffield United and make a name for himself in the English Football League (EFL) Championship.

By the end of the season, he might score more than five goals and provide more than five assists, totaling over 10 goal contributions.

Returning to Arsenal next season, he would undoubtedly join the first team and be highly regarded by Wenger, gradually competing for a starting position.

For him, anything was possible!

"Look, look!"

Head Coach Hans sat at the front, beaming with pride. "I've always said, only you know yourself best, understand your weaknesses, and know what you need to improve and how to train.

"Without countless nights of hard training, Maël would never have become today's Maël, and scoring in the English Football League (EFL) Championship would be a pipe dream.

"Gilbert is the same. I often talk to him, and he tells me about his progress. Since joining the team and training with Maël, he has improved rapidly!

"The best example is right here. I hope you don't waste your time and learn from their strengths!"

Hans knew very well that sudden enlightenment like Maël's and Gilbert's, who had talent and then worked hard to rise to fame, were rare.

But he still hoped that his players would maintain hope for the future and at least not lose their fighting spirit.

"How much is the goal bonus?" another money-minded player asked, seemingly always curious about such things.

"2500 pounds."

Hans smiled at him. "They also have a performance-based salary increase clause. After this goal, Maël should easily secure a raise in the future."

As he said this, he remembered the pair of shoes he had lent to Maël.

Everything had happened so fast. From the young man in worn-out shoes to the star of the English Football League (EFL) Championship, Maël had achieved it in a very short time.

If he continued on this trajectory, would that pair of shoes really become a collectible in the future?

Hans's eyes narrowed, and he made a mental note of this.

Aix-en-Provence, France.

"Goal!!"

The long French commentary rang out from the TV. Uncle Clément was the first to stand up from the sofa, eyes wide, raising his arms, "Beautiful! Beautiful! The ball's in! The ball's in!!"

At this moment, the others turned their heads, slowly reacting.

"Is it Maël?"

Aunt raised her eyebrows, surprised. She then stood up and clapped her hands hard, "This is the first time, remember this day."

She didn't fully understand what this goal meant, but she knew her nephew was a winger or a striker, and the forward's job was to score goals. Her nephew had done his job well.

In her mind, that was already great.

The worry she had felt a few days ago about her nephew not playing had vanished, and the family celebrated again, even more enthusiastically than before.

"Eva!"

Clément picked up Eva excitedly, spinning her around twice, and said with a smile, "In a couple of weeks, shall we go to England to watch a match of your brother's?"

"To England?"

Eva's big eyes showed surprise, and she clapped her hands. "Yes, yes, brother will take me to eat all the good food in England!"

"Always thinking about eating."

Aunt teased her, then looked at her husband, a bit worried. "The second and third children are still in school. Going now will definitely affect them, and..."

Clearly, her biggest concern wasn't the children's studies but the unspoken worries at the end.

"Maël is all alone over there, surrounded by club people, and his life is too monotonous."

Clément put Eva down and replied, "He called us yesterday, inviting us to visit and assuring us not to worry about the money."

"Is that not a bit inappropriate..." Aunt felt a bit embarrassed, speaking hesitantly.

"Don't be shy. Since our nephew invited us, let's take the opportunity to travel abroad."

Clément shook his head, looked at her, and said with a raised chin, "You don't know how much your nephew is earning. Just that one goal might cover our travel expenses."

Aunt rolled her eyes at him, as if to say, what are you showing off to me for?"