Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 224 Enjoy what you love! Deschamps takes the lead in becoming a horse fan! Promise with Michel!

"Ouf!"

In the coaching booth, Didier Deschamps had a smile on his face and raised his arms. He was almost knocked down by the excited coaching staff.

"Top 4! Deschamps! Top 4!" Someone held his arm, adding to his joy, "We are going to be in the top 4 together with Germany, Portugal and Spain!

"This is incredible! I feel like I'm dreaming! Who would have thought that after missing out on several competitions in a row, we would be able to stand at the top of the pyramid together with them this time!"

"Ohhhh!" Someone rushed up with a roar and picked up Deschamps by the waist, which made the Basque man's little red face instantly become even redder.

After landing, he seemed to want to vent, turned around and threw three farmer's punches towards the audience, "OhOhYeah!!"

He expressed the pressure that had been accumulated during this period, and also expressed his desire for honor and the ultimate championship!

They don't want to return to France after the tournament, amid the fans' curses and disappointed expressions; instead, they want to hold their heads high, walk through the Arc de Triomphe with their heads held high, and wave to the laughing fans!

"Mael!"

Deschamps looked at Maher celebrating in the corner flag area and couldn't stop the love in his eyes.

He did not hide it and generously exposed this appearance to the broadcast camera, and said excitedly: "6 goals, he must be able to do more, right?!"

"He will definitely do it!" Someone clenched his fist happily, "It's possible that he will break the European Cup single tournament goal record and the all-time goal record.

"Mr Platini holds both records. He once scored nine goals in a single tournament, which is also the highest cumulative total in history."

"Four goals left." Deschamps smiled and said as confidently as usual: "I believe he can do it, he will always do better than others.

"Look at it, others may not have even one magical goal in their entire career, but he averages one per game."

Deschamps is already thinking about it. In the upcoming press conference, he will passionately praise Maher to the reporters and express his appreciation and love for the player to fans all over the world.

Mahel really appeared in his world like an angel, and like a lucky star, allowed the French team, which still needed to wait for the golden generation, to usher in its moment of bloom ahead of time.

In the stands, VIP area.

"Clap clap clap!"

Wenger and Hollande stood up and clapped with a smile on their faces, both with proud expressions. Van Persie, Arshavin, Rosicky and others also hugged with a smile.

“What a great ball!”

"An unexpected way to kill the game! He is the pride of our Arsenal!"

"Although we fell, seeing that some of my teammates have entered the semi-finals of the European Cup, I am a little bit excited. I am ready to prepare a celebration ceremony for Maher before the start of next season."

"Ha ha.!"

Compared to them, Michelle, who was not far away, was more conspicuous.

Although he didn't stand up at the first moment, he suddenly jumped up after he realized what was happening, shouting, "Dieu! Mondieu! Est beau!"

This scared Hollande and many dignitaries, and then everyone looked at him with strange eyes and laughed, thinking that he was very interesting.

As a rigorous economics major, Michel is usually very serious. Except for dancing with his teacher, he rarely shows such passionate emotions.

"Excellent! It is truly excellent!"

Michel ignored their gazes and just immersed himself in enjoying the passion and joy that football brought him.

After a long time, he turned around and asked Wenger, "Mr. Wenger, I haven't had time to watch football for a long time. I only watched a few games seriously in this European Cup.

"Do you think it was God who gave him this unique football talent? Or does it have something to do with himself?"

This is a difficult question to answer. Wenger raised his eyebrows and thought for a long time before answering: "I think it's both. Maybe he has the potential to reach this level, but it is himself who really pushed him to this point.

“每天完成训练后坚持加练，日复一日地比别人多付出4-6个小时，这让他1年就达到其他人3-4年才有的训练成果。

"And he has maintained this training for two consecutive years, which means that without considering other factors, he has accumulated 2-17 years of results between the ages of 19 and 6."

Seeing Michelle nod, he became more and more excited, as if he was showing off his baby to others, "This is the fundamental reason why he seems to be making rapid progress, the first driving force.

"He has a lot of energy and a monster body.
"Of course, maybe it wasn't like that at first, but he kept working hard and optimizing, and finally he reached perfection."

Michelle kept nodding, and after listening, she frowned in surprise and put forward a point of view, "Can I understand it this way, he is a peerless genius, but his hard work allowed him to realize his talent before he was even 19 years old.

"It may not be appropriate to call him 'real talent'. I mean, can we treat him as a 19-26-year-old complete genius when he is 27 years old?

"Like Ronaldo in Portugal and Messi in Argentina, he is now in his prime."

Wenger also smiled and frowned after listening to it, thinking that this statement was inappropriate, but he didn't know how to say it, so he could only say: "You can say that he is very mature and has reached a very high level."

"What about the future?"

Michelle said the question he wanted to ask most, "Is he finalized like this? This is not to belittle the player, but we just talked about it. The player is now like a complete genius, like he has reached his peak early."

He smiled in shock, "There is another reason. I really can't imagine what kind of player he will become if he continues to improve like this.

“People cannot imagine things beyond their cognition, so.”

He spread his hands, and his final explanation was to avoid Wenger misunderstanding his meaning.

Wenger sat forward, as if he thought this was a question worth discussing. He thought for a moment and said, "I don't think he will, but like you, I really can't imagine how he will develop.

"Perhaps we can find common ground with Melo and stretch our imagination as far as possible. Before they came out, no one believed that there were shooters who could maintain 40+ or ​​even 50+ goals in a single season.

"But now people seem to be used to it and think that's what a top scorer should be like."

He also spread his hands, but just to express his confusion, "Maybe when Maher can score more goals, people will be amazed at first, then slowly get used to it, and finally become completely numb.

"Some interesting things might happen, like the 40-50 league goal silver boot and the powerlessness of other players when compared to Maher.

"Some coaches tell young players that you have to score 60 goals in the youth league and your goal is Maher, and then the children will be confused."

Wenger's expression became interesting when he said this. He was obviously imagining the scene. "Haha. This is really funny."

"Haha." Michel, Hollande and others all laughed, and then they heard Wenger continue: "But that's too far away, let's just hope he surpasses Messi first.

"The Argentine striker scored over 70 goals last season and created over 100 goals.

"Especially in the 12 calendar year, his form has clearly improved and people think he has a chance to score 100 goals this year, leaving a record that will be hard for future generations to reach.

"Mael's first goal is to catch up with him," Wenger said with anticipation, "World football is getting more and more exciting. There hasn't been such a big fight for a long time.

"The competitiveness and excitement of this three-way battle will attract people to love football even more."

Michel nodded in approval after listening to this. In fact, after learning about Messi's data, he felt that Maher might still have a long way to go.

But the best he can do is probably 100 goals a year, or 100 goals in a single season, right?

Going further than that would probably be beyond the reach of human beings.

"Okay." Michel also stood up to applaud Maher and the French team. He concluded: "No matter what the future holds, I only know that we may be able to stand at the top of Europe again with him.

"This won't be the end, I believe he will lead us to the top of the world.

"I'm waiting for that day. I will go find him after the game and give him a hug and a promise."

Hollande glanced at him sideways at this time. As an old hand, he understood why Michel liked Mahel so much, because he saw the same person as him.

Energetic, constantly striving for progress, and extremely ambitious. He began to be wary of Michelle. Even though this person was promoted by him, deep down, he felt that he and the other person were not in sync on certain points.

"Beep!"

The game started again, and the time rolled down to the moment when the referee blew the final whistle.

Several people couldn't sit still anymore and stood to watch the game, and were ready to celebrate again after the game.

In the box where the German team was, people were also chattering, and many of them looked embarrassed, obviously worried about the upcoming attack from Maher.

"I think the Italian team at least provided an idea, which was to physically confront him when he shot and try their best to interfere with him."

"Yes! No matter how good a shooter is, if his supporting foot is not stable, he can't make a high-quality shot."

"What about the referee factor?"

"Don't worry about the penalty scale. Mahel can't get more than six chances in a game. If we can limit him and advance to the final, it will be worth it for us to get six yellow cards."

"What else? The Italian team did this today, and Maher still had one goal and one assist. This is the scariest part."

"."

The discussions stopped here, and Hummels, Khedira, Muller and others who had been talking just now fell silent.

Löw, who was writing something in his notebook, stopped at this moment, as if he was thinking of a solution.

Whenever he was thinking about something, his hands would become restless. He dug his nostrils with his right hand again, and then bit his nails.

Matthaus watched him like this and always felt a nameless anger. As the head coach of the German team, Loew's work ability is good, but his image has always been questioned by fans.

The Football Association has communicated with him many times, asking him to be more careful, but he still can't help it and often picks his nose while standing on the sidelines.

“I think it’s still midfield.”

Loew stood up and pointed at the tactical board, probably with an idea in mind, "You just said that he can't get more than 6 chances, so let's reduce his chances.

"If we give him two or three chances to shoot and only one big chance or none at all, we have a good chance of limiting him.

"I will convey the specific tactical arrangements to you during training, so keep calm."

He turned his eyes left and right, looking for something, and when he saw someone, he pointed at him and said, "Boateng, I will put you at right back and mark him closely. "Remember, he is a top striker and you are also a top defender. You can defend Maher like Cambiasso defends Messi."

Boateng's body shook slightly and he slowly straightened his back. Yes, he is also a top defender.

"In short, the core analysis of the French team lies in Maher. Let's brainstorm and make good preparations in the next few days."

Loew clapped his hands and looked in the direction of the Warsaw National Stadium. "We must know that the final is waiting for us in that direction. The glory of the German tank depends on us!"

On the field, the extra time board was raised, indicating 2 minutes of extra time in the second half.

"Hurry up!!"

Prandelli waved anxiously on the sidelines, signaling the players to attack aggressively.

Knowing the importance of the European Cup, the Italian team did not give up this last hope. They kept kicking the ball into the French team's penalty area and launched a fierce bombardment.

All 10 players of the French team returned to their own penalty area and carried out intensive defense.

"Oh!"

Maher jumped up and headed Pirlo's long pass out of the penalty area. His expression was full of excitement. He could feel that the semi-final was getting closer and closer to them.

"All in!"

"Everyone! Everybody!"

Pirlo shouted anxiously outside the penalty area and waved his hand to signal everyone to rush into the penalty area. He was ready to try a few more passes.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

After several more waves of attacks, the game came to the final moments. Every Italian player knew that they had no hope of scoring two goals in such a short time.

Many people had tears in their eyes, and many others looked despair.

But a force still supports them, and they must try their best in the final charge, only in this way can they be worthy of themselves.

"Oh!"

In the 92nd minute of the game, Pirlo made a long pass to the back post, Cassano rushed past Sagna and rushed towards the football that was sliding towards the bottom line.

Realizing that the football was about to get out of control, he ran two steps with all his strength, then burst out with all his strength to slide and kick, trying to shovel the football into the penalty area.

But he failed, the ball rolled out of the baseline and the French team got a goal kick.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Immediately afterwards, when Cassano just turned over and knelt, preparing to get up, the referee blew three long whistles, announcing the end of the game!
"Yeahhh!" Amid the waving hands of French fans, all the French players jumped up from their positions, then spread their hands and rushed to the center circle to celebrate.

From Cassano's perspective at the moment, he could see countless Italian players standing there with their hands on their hips unwillingly, and some even knelt down and pounded the grass.

A surge of sourness rushed to his eyes, causing him to kneel forward involuntarily, like a walking corpse.

"The game is over! France defeated Italy with goals from Maher and Nasri! They got the last spot in the semi-finals!"

He Wei's poetic voice sounded in the commentary booth. He looked at the polarized scene on the field with mixed feelings. "Congratulations to the French team! They can slide on their knees to celebrate. Gdansk is their carnival field at this moment!

“Mael led the team as captain and made it out of the group stage. He also led them to make it to the semi-finals after the turmoil!
“They are only two steps away from the final championship!! I believe they are ready to compete for the championship!
"We also have to say goodbye to the Italian team, who qualified from the most difficult group and tied with the double champions of the European Cup and the World Cup, Matador!
"In the past three games, their exquisite coordination and iron defense have made people feel invincible countless times!

“But Maher, who stood out from the crowd and had countless personal highlights in this tournament, still managed to tear a hole through them and eliminated them!

"I think the Italian players are helpless, as there are many players who shine like superstars.

“But when they gathered their light together, thinking it could illuminate everything, they discovered that there was a genius who grew up in Aix, and he alone burst out with a light that was brighter than theirs!

"Mael is so dazzling! He is terrifying and truly invincible; he is also outstanding and is used to being a winner!!"

"Goodbye, Azzurri! Goodbye, Bonucci and Chiellini! Goodbye, young Balotelli! Goodbye, master Pirlo!"

"."

On the field, amid cheers and applause, the French players gradually moved closer to Maher, as if they wanted to celebrate this moment of victory with their captain.

Maher did not run towards the center circle with everyone at the beginning. As a striker, he was still used to going to the corner flag area to celebrate.

"Oh! Oh!!"

He raised his arms and shouted several times, then spread his arms to face the sunny and windy Gdansk Arena and slid out on his knees with passion.

"Aaahhh!!"

As he slid to the corner flag area, he shook his arms and roared for the last time, then twisted his body and slid towards the court, his whole body falling to the grass and his head lowered.

He enjoyed this moment very much. He wanted to really immerse himself in this moment and savor it in the excited eyes of the fans!
"Wow! Mael is like a mecha that has used up all its fuel after completing its mission!!

"He gave everything to the football field! To the fans who loved him so much!!

"What is he thinking about? Anyway, I will remember a line of lyrics. The wild flower had a dream like a rose!!
“But how could he be a wild flower?! He is the elegant and calm lavender, the laurel that symbolizes honor, and the snow lotus that represents pride and tenacity!

“Bless him, he has accomplished another important achievement in a new arena!!”

"."

The players of the French team came to Maher, and many people wearing substitute vests also came over. With the addition of some photographers who came close to take pictures, the place seemed extremely crowded.

People couldn't hear what they were sighing about, only a phrase could be heard from time to time, "Vamos!!"

"France beat Italy! Advance to the semi-finals of the European Cup!!" - Global social media headlines

Not long after, Deschamps sat in the press conference room. The reporters hadn't asked many questions yet, they just greeted him and he started talking nonstop.

This is an example of using a basic attack to launch a big move. There's nothing he can do about it; he can't control his emotions.

"If someone asks me who is the best player in the league today, I will answer Maher. If someone asks me who is the best player in history, I will also answer Maher."

He started with an exaggerated statement. He knew that most fans would not take it seriously. He was just expressing his love, "He is a super phenomenal TOP1, the devil with the most exaggerated statistics in history!
“He will become a legend, he will, because he started at the top and will go down in history!

"Who would have thought that he would score six goals in four European Championship games? Platini is the pride and legend of French football, but I would say that Maher has the potential to equal or break his record.

"2-3 goals in 4 games, it's not impossible for him, right?"

Deschamps laughed and started talking about himself, "Meeting him is a blessing in my coaching career. He not only strengthened my confidence in taking on the role of French coach, but also helped me complete a good debut in a major tournament.

"Nothing can be better than this. You know, reaching the semi-finals of the European Championship for the first time, even if we can't go further, the fans will be satisfied with me and Maher and raise expectations.

"But of course, we must go one step further. Saying this only means that the team is now focused and does not need to consider public opinion or pressure. We can just focus on winning the honor."

He was right. The French team, which has reached the semi-finals, has indeed eliminated most of the pressure. They are fighting only for glory!

"Isn't it a bit too much to praise the players in this way? It's too much?" a reporter asked a provocative question.

Deschamps was not angry, but smiled and said, "Mael's tout? If there is such a position, I think I will be the first to apply for it.

"But I don't think I will be successful because there are too many applicants. I may have to face competition from Wenger, Mancini, Ferguson and others."

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter at the scene. Deschamps' clever answer did not make the place tense. It was like a press conference after winning a game.

At the same time, in front of a billboard inside the stadium, a group of reporters surrounded Maher, who was holding the man of the match trophy in his hand.

"We noticed that you smiled when you completed the volley. This is rare. Can you tell us why?" a reporter asked.

Maher smiled and shrugged, he didn't expect them to observe so carefully, "Because I enjoy it very much, I do what I love every day, tens of thousands of people cheer for me, and I often taste the joy of victory.

"It feels good, that's why I'm smiling."

He was in a good mood and talked more, "and when we lose, even if I may be very unhappy, I will try to accept everything with a smile and enjoy every minute on this court.

“It’s like surfing, sometimes you get knocked off your feet by the waves, but you know you can always get back on track, find the right wave, and get back into your rhythm and have success.

“It’s the same with life. Sometimes it goes well and sometimes it doesn’t. But as long as you never give up, you will succeed.”

After he finished speaking, he saw a familiar face waving at him in the distance. It was Mr. Michel, the roaring god of France in the World Cup.

He knew what the other party wanted to say to him, so he ended the interview, raised the trophy and smiled at the reporters, "I'm really happy. Please take more photos of me smiling and post them online. I will take a look."

When he came to Michelle's side, he was about to hug her, but she introduced him first: "You may not know me, I am the new Deputy Secretary-General of the Presidential Office.

"In fact, we had the opportunity to meet a long time ago. I almost participated in the acquisition of Instagram."

Maher then realized that he didn't know the other person, and almost took the initiative to greet him.

He nodded quickly, pretending to be surprised, before hugging the other person, "It's nice to meet you. It's a good day, I hope you are too."

"Of course." After Michelle separated from Maher, he expressed what he wanted to say most in the shortest possible words, "You and I may be the same type of people, wanting to be the best at everything and being very ambitious.

"I hope you can lead the French team to win the long-awaited World Cup. On that day, if I have the status and qualifications, I will personally put the medal of honor on you."

"Haha!" Maher high-fived the other party and looked at Michel's handsome young face. He had high expectations for this matter. "I will wait for you, and you should wait for me too."

"it is good."

Michel was about to leave after saying this. Before leaving, he patted Maher on the shoulder and said, "Come on, I will watch the next two games without missing a single one. I hope you can win the trophy at the Polish National Stadium."

“Yes.” Maher patted him on the shoulder and promised, “I will lend you my medal to play with that day.”

Michelle walked up to the elevator and pointed at Maher and said, "I'm very interested, really."

(End of this chapter)