The Road to a Football God

It is August, and the Premier League and the Championship are about to start.

Arsenal Colney training base, the head coach's office.

Wenger kept smoking, leaning against the window and puffing, his face full of worry and a rare depression.

Assistant coach Phyllis stood behind him, looking at the scattered paper and tactical boards, and sighed.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing.

"The ten-year plan is gone."

Phyllis finally spoke with some heartache. Things were still fermenting. Arsenal was at a disadvantage in the game with Barcelona and Fabregas. "There is no end in sight. What should we do?"

"Continue to appoint him as the captain in the new season and make a final attempt."

Wenger turned around and looked at the outline of the ten-year plan that he had torn up not long ago. His heart was bleeding. "If there is no way, then..."

He couldn't say the next words. He took two steps, and the pain in his chest and the nausea in his stomach appeared at the same time, and even made him dizzy for a while.

This ten-year plan contains his expectations for Arsenal's future, all his expectations!

Including economic aspects, team building, honors, etc., there is a detailed proposal, and he has been working towards it.

And the main person in the plan is Fabregas.

Once he leaves, everything will be in vain and disappear.

"Mr. Wenger!"

Phyllis went up to support him, gritted his teeth and said: "Find another Fabregas!"

"Let's not talk about him."

Wenger sat on the tea table by the window, and waved his hand holding the cigarette twice, "Let's talk about other things."

Phyllis thought about it, came to Wenger's office, plugged in his USB drive, and retrieved a data, "I have a monthly report on loaned players here, sir, you should see it."

He quickly clicked print, waited until the printer stopped moving, sorted it out and handed it to Mr. Wenger.

And his right hand did not stop.

He quickly copied the "Ten-Year Plan Outline" that was still in the most conspicuous place on the desktop and saved it in his USB drive.

This is actually not a secret.

But the most detailed one is in Mr. Wenger's hands, which contains many of his personal annotations and detailed experiences.

He wants to save it to leave hope for the club.

What if... What if the team still needs this plan in the end, even if it only takes one, two or three years.

"From Jolson: Maher and Gilbert are making rapid progress, especially the former, who has already shown the level of standing in the English Championship.

"Gary Speed, who is about to take over the position of Sheffield United coach, is liked by him. Maybe he will get a chance immediately when he takes office."

After reading it for a while, Wenger read out a report that he found novel, and then he looked at Phyllis, "What do you think of these two people?"

"Mr. Wenger decided at the time."

Phyllis laughed awkwardly and said ashamedly: "I haven't seen them play football, so I'm not familiar with them."

"There should be a lot of idle scouts in the team."

Wenger flipped through the report at the back, then put it on the table and made arrangements: "The new season is about to start, please help me find someone.

"Tell him to rush to Sheffield to watch the game every time Maher and Gilbert are selected for the match, and give me a detailed report."

"Doing this..."

Phyllis said, "Wouldn't it be a bit too special?"

Wenger looked at him deeply, fatigue and helplessness flashed across his eyes, and finally held his breath.

...

Cherry Street, Sheffield City.

The days full of hard work and fun are still going on.

Maher did not stop his steps, his world was only the sweat during training and the comfort during relaxation, and time passed by him like water.

On August 8, Sheffield United ushered in the opening game of this season's Championship League.

They played at home against Queen's Rangers Park, which has strengthened multiple lines this season and is aiming for the championship!

At six o'clock that evening, Maher and Gilbert, who had just finished extra training, came home, turned on the TV, and tuned in the broadcast channel of the Championship.

"I still don't know."

Gilbert has been complaining all the way, "Why weren't you selected for the squad? Coach Kevin often praises you, and his eyes are full of appreciation for you, why don't you even give you a chance to be a substitute?

"To be honest, Maher, even a fool can see that if you are given a few games in the Championship, you can squeeze out the main left winger Mark Artes."

Maher seemed very calm and didn't dwell on this issue. "Watch the game, we are very close to Bramall Lane, maybe we can hear the cheers of the fans inside. "

It's not that he doesn't want to be selected for the big list, but he has something more worthy of joy today—his cross has broken through level 3!

[Skill: Accurate arc level 3]

[Proficiency: (1/800)]

[Effect: The accumulation of a lot of practice will make your cross reach the level of professional team crossers. With a slight adjustment on the wing, you can make a beautiful arc and create an aerial threat!]

This is his second level 3 skill, which has raised his overall ability to a higher level!

It is really unnecessary to affect your mood and frustrate your will to continue to strive for such an unchangeable thing.

"Oh...Yeah...! !"

Not long after, a faint cheer suddenly came from outside the room. It felt small, but it felt like an earthquake.

Gilbert immediately got up and ran to the window, opened the window and listened carefully.

There was a delay in the TV broadcast, and they didn't know which team scored the goal.

"It's Queensland Rangers Park. "

Maher made a judgment that Bramall Lane has a capacity of 30,000, and the home team has more than 20,000 seats in each game.

If they roar together, the sound should be more than this.

Soon, a goal appeared on the TV screen. Sheffield United made a mistake in the backcourt, giving the opponent's center forward a single-handed opportunity, and the opponent immediately scored.

"Oh...!"

Soon after, the familiar voice came again.

This time Gilbert could also hear that it should be Queen's Rangers Park that scored again.

He turned around in the room anxiously, a little worried that the team would be beaten into a tragedy.

It's not a good feeling to watch the group being swallowed by shame step by step.

No one likes their team to lose, especially when you are powerless or can't use your strength.

"Yeah...! ! "When that small but magnificent voice came again, both of them couldn't wait any longer.

Everything seemed to be happening right in front of them. Their familiar teammates were fighting on the field, but they were still just spectators.

Anxiety gradually reached Maher's heart.

He was anxious about the team's situation and his own future.

Human desires are constantly growing, and after leaving the Arsenal youth team.

They saw a wider world, came to a higher level, and got a higher salary.

No one wants to stay where they are, especially when you gradually feel that you are capable of doing something.

"Let's go for a walk. "

Mael took out his headphones, called Gilbert, then opened the door and walked outside.

Gilbert also quickly took out his headphones and followed his pace.

After walking downstairs for a while, the two of them just took off their headphones to relieve the heat in their ears, and happened to hear a familiar cheer again.

No need to look, the team is 0-4 behind!

Not long after, they saw many fans wearing Sheffield United's red and white striped jerseys taking to the streets, as if they had left the stadium early.

They either smashed the hats with the team logo or threw away their scarves, yelled and cursed a few words, and walked to the bar to drink bitter wine.

The two were very depressed. That night, Sheffield United's true strength was exposed to the general public.

Their fig leaf was torn off coldly by Queen's Rangers Park and shattered at the touch of a finger.