"Okay, Maher!"
Hans stood up again at the coaching seat on the sidelines, clenched his fist and waved it.
Three to three!
This is a bit of a surprise. Could it be that they can play on par with Liverpool in the trial lineup?
Doesn't this mean that Arsenal's youth training is already far ahead of Liverpool.
"Mr. Wenger, what do you think of him?"
After the celebration, Hans returned to the coaching seat and hurriedly asked Wenger for his opinion. He was a little expectant, "Although I also want to recommend those who have been with me for a longer time, you saw his performance with your own eyes today."
Sometimes it's like this. Not only do you need to plan ahead and accumulate stronger strength, but you also need an opportunity for your strength to be seen by those who are capable of promoting you.
Maer is lucky. His first performance amazed everyone.
More importantly, this "everyone" includes Wenger, the then Arsenal first-team coach!
But judging from the fact that Mr. Wenger has been paying attention to him for a long time, you can't just say that he is lucky. It can't be said that Wenger came here to watch the game just to see him.
"This shot conversion rate is really impressive, and he also has the ability to fight." Wenger nodded, and then said: "I think you will definitely give him a youth training contract, just ask me if I will promote him to the first team. "It's not easy to make a decision. I can't tell you the answer now. This is just the first time I've seen him play. " However... Wenger seemed to remember something and turned his head to look at the corner of the fan area, where several people with serious expressions lowered their heads and wrote something. There was no celebration, only meticulous records, which seemed to be out of tune with the fans around. It was those scouts. They should have witnessed Maher's performance with their own eyes and would make judgments based on scout standards. "Excellent long-range shooting ability, far exceeding the shooting power and accuracy of his peers! He has the talent of a heavy gunner. " In the stands, a scout from Sheffield United quickly recorded in his notebook, "The physical confrontation is very good in the same level of competition, and it is plastic. "In terms of weaknesses, he doesn't seem to be good at passing threatening balls and dribbling. He was intercepted at least twice and lost the ball due to two passing errors, but his basic skills are solid and he is not timid on the field.
"Potential level: B+, on par with Arsenal U17 captain Gilbert, and there is a certain chance that he can adapt to the Championship in the future."
After doing this, he stopped writing and fixed his eyes on Maher who was celebrating.
He wanted to judge from his teammates' reactions to Maher whether this player was a contract player or a trial player of Arsenal.
You know, these two identities represent two completely different difficulties in taking him down!
"Interested?"
A scout from Burnley came over and said sarcastically: "After Sheffield United failed to advance to the Premier League last year, a large number of Premier League players left. Now the remaining remnants just need to stay in the league.
"Could it be that there are other ideas?"
The Sheffield United scout ignored him and continued to record in the notebook.
Last year, in the 2009-10 season, they entered the Championship promotion play-offs and made it all the way to the finals, with promotion to the Premier League just around the corner.
Unfortunately, they lost in the final, which became an eternal regret, and the club lost confidence.
And their opponent in the final at that time was Burnley!
In addition, the two clubs have always been hanging around the Premier League and the Championship, and often have a life-and-death competition.
It is understandable that they don't get along.
"Don't worry, we won't compete with you."
Seeing that he didn't speak, the Burnley scout turned his head away with a dull look, "Premier League teams naturally need better players, and the ones we choose will naturally be left to Championship teams like you."
The Sheffield United scout still ignored him, so he had to turn his attention to the Leeds United scout next to him, thinking about chatting with him.
Seeing that the other party was also recording with his head down, the Burnley scout finally realized what he should focus on at the moment.
He took out his notebook, thought about it, and wrote a bunch of words.
"Arsenal, No. 31."
"Excellent long-range shooting ability, excellent confrontation ability, but no other obvious characteristics. As a winger, he does not have an excellent bottom cross, and does not have excellent inside cutting ability and attack ability to the penalty area.
"He does not have the potential to play in the Premier League. If he can be bought out within 40,000 pounds, it is recommended that the club take him and put him in the youth team or reserve team to accumulate experience, and then sell him to the Championship and League One clubs for 100,000-500,000 pounds in the future."
After writing this, he shook his head slightly, slightly disappointed.
I thought Wenger would find more potential new stars in the game he watched, but in the end there was only one No. 31 who "did not have Premier League potential."
"What a waste of time."
He lost interest and put his energy back into showing off his superiority as a "Premier League scout". His every move was different from others, and he was very enthusiastic.
Sometimes people are like this. When he finds that he cannot achieve his original goal, the feeling of regret will make him make up for it in other aspects of his advantages.
......
"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"Soon, with three long whistles from the referee, the game officially ended.The score was 3-3!Arsenal tied Liverpool, who came from afar, at home with a trial lineup. This is definitely an acceptable result.
"This week's vacation is gone. Reflect on it when you go back!"
The Liverpool coach left with an angry face, and severely criticized his players: "Why do the other team still have fighting spirit after losing the ball? Why is the other team's shot conversion rate so high, but you can't?"
Looking at his appearance, Arsenal's players were even happier.
Many times, the sense of achievement and joy in competitive sports comes from comparing with opponents.
Mael was excitedly high-fiving his teammates at this time. This was the first time he felt the pleasure of turning the tide and realized the value of his own strength in competitive games.
"It's definitely okay for you to stay. Congratulations in advance." Captain Gilbert hugged him and joked after congratulating him: "It's hard to say, Mr. Wenger has also noticed you. If you can enter the first team in the future, don't forget us." "How could it be." Maher smiled and patted his back, then separated from him. He turned his head and saw Karl with a complicated expression. Karl came to the team with him, and they were still lamenting the difficulties of staying in the team dozens of days ago. However, since the shooting training that day, everything about the two of them was different. "At that time, I should have gone to practice with you." Karl laughed at himself, as if he had foreseen his future, "It's a pity that I can't get up, and I can't drag my tired body to practice when I have training tasks every day." "After returning to France, try again in the clubs of Ligue 1 and Ligue 2." Maher restrained his joy and didn't know how to comfort him, "There should be a chance." Professional football is so cruel. Behind each glamorous and successful person are countless losers who have spent their youth but still only have regrets and sorrow. Carl shook his head and stopped talking about himself. Instead, he forced out an ugly smile: "You must continue to play football at the Kearney base. Keep up the good work. I hope to see you play professional games one day." "If you can enter the French national team in the future and win the European Cup and the World Cup, I will have something to brag about when I go back. I will definitely hang your posters all over the house and tell my children and grandchildren in the future, hahaha..." He finally laughed twice, trying to make himself look less sad and envious, but it was no use. Maher hugged him, patted his shoulders, and felt his body tremble slightly, and his breathing was no longer even.