In-team training match, show time！

After the signing ceremony, Maher and others came to the team's photo studio, put on new jerseys and took photos for the new season.

This was a moment full of laughter. The two of them either put their hands on their hips with serious expressions or raised one fist high, pretending to roar with anger; sometimes they even imitated dribbling past people and volleying.

"Hahaha..." Even though the photographer had reminded them many times, laughter still echoed throughout the room from time to time.

It was like a brother who was together day and night on weekdays was called up by the teacher to answer questions. At first, he could pretend to be serious, but when he looked at you, he couldn't hold it back.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when they finished all this.

Under the leadership of Jolson, they went to the team's cafeteria for the first public meal.

Then, they went home to pack up and prepare, waiting for the team training match in the afternoon.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Sheffield's first team training ground.

People came up in jerseys one after another. Some of them laughed with three or five friends, while others were alone, leaning towards the equally lonely people beside them, trying to find organization.

The tense atmosphere began to spread from this moment. Everyone knew what this training match meant for the new season.

Maher and Gilbert arrived together. Seeing that the training had not yet started, they took the football and practiced basic passing around to warm up their feet.

After waiting for a while, a tall, slightly fat old man with white hair arrived at the stadium with a tactical board.

He was followed by several assistant coaches, including Gary Speed, who was dressed in formal clothes.

Maher knew that this should be the team's head coach, Mr. Kevin.

"Beep!"

Kevin blew a whistle, signaling everyone to gather near him, and then began to fiddle with the tactical board in his hand.

When everyone approached, he put down the tactical board, raised his head and said: "There are many new faces in the team. Let me introduce myself. My name is Kevin Blackwell, and I am the head coach of the team.

"Maybe you are not familiar with me yet, but we have been together for a long time, and there is plenty of time to get to know each other slowly. "

When he said this, Maher deliberately observed Gary Speed's expression and found that he was very calm, just like when they first met not long ago.

"Okay, I have investigated you all."

Kevin picked up the tactical board again, "You all know what to do today, and here are the team arrangements."

He acted decisively and rarely said nonsense: "Formation three-four-three, red logo uniform lineup, goalkeeper Aksaru, defenders Andy Taylor, Lorton... midfielder Gilbert, Quinn..."

The red team was quickly assigned. Maher didn't hear his name, so he thought he should be in the yellow team.

"Come on."

When they parted, Gilbert smiled at him and clenched his fist: "Don't cycle on me again."

Maher smiled knowingly, "Sooner or later, I'll use the bicycle to beat you clean."

Thinking of his speed of progress, Gilbert raised his eyebrows and nodded, "I believe it, but not now."

"Yellow logo uniform lineup. "

Kevin's voice continued to sound, hoarse and high-pitched, "Goalkeeper Robert, defenders Calvey, Chris Morgan... midfielders Januhans, Montgomery... forwards Maher, Evans, Ward!"

After reading all of them, there were two people left to sit on the bench and wait.

Kevin put away the tactical board and waved his hand, "Each team will organize their own warm-up, starting in fifteen minutes. "

Maher put on the yellow logo uniform and came to the yellow team's half, doing simple jogging and stretching, passing and shooting with his teammates.

During the whole process, there was only communication on the court, and no one said anything in private.

Due to too many unfamiliar faces, this was more like a trial match, not a pre-season training match of a professional team.

Maher has been observing his teammates in the new team. These people are more in line with his stereotype of the English Championship League.

Most of them are strong and few are agile players.

I think their playing style is also more reckless long passes and lobs, and they don't need too much backcourt control.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his state during the warm-up, hoping that he could get a good opportunity.

"Beep...!"

Until Kevin's two preparatory whistles sounded, everyone ended the warm-up, jogged to their positions, and waited for the game to start.

Maher got the position of left winger today, which is his best position. It should be that Jolson had communicated with the club and put him here.

He continued to adjust his breathing, hoping to leave a good first impression on the coaching staff and teammates.

"Beep...! "Finally, Kevin blew the whistle to start the game. The red team's center forward sent a ball from the center circle. Gilbert, who was in the middle, turned around and kicked it to the side midfielder. The formations of both sides moved quickly, and the defensive players moved closer to the ball holding area from scattered positions, compressing the space and limiting the opponent's passing. The offensive side stretched the width as much as possible to create space for receiving the ball. The game between the two sides is happening at any time. As long as one side is a little careless, it may be seized and given a fatal blow! The higher the level of the game, the higher the cost of mistakes. "Bang!" Maher had just run forward a few steps when he saw the opponent's side midfielder make a long pass and pass the ball behind him. He quickly turned his eyes to the side midfielder who was close to him, and then saw the opponent intercept the ball with his head and head it to his position. Maher kicked the ground and burst out, trying to control the football before the opponent behind him. "Swish! "But he still didn't expect that the opponent would slide behind him, shovel the ball out of the sideline, and knock him to the ground.

Since the ball was indeed touched while tackling, the referee Kevin did not blow the whistle. He believed that this kind of confrontation was normal in the Championship.

"Are you okay, young man?"

A clear voice came, Maher looked up and saw the opponent midfielder who had just tackled him, stretching his hand towards him: "Get up."

There was no other meaning in the opponent's eyes, and he didn't seem to think it was a big deal.

Maher helped, stood up and ran back to his position.

Is this the rhythm of the confrontation between the Championship teams?

He swallowed his saliva, adrenaline was secreted crazily, and some strength surged in his body, which was the instinctive desire for battle.

"Bang! "

After the throw-in was sent out, the team quickly moved from the left to the right, and then sent a long pass to his side.

As expected, Maher failed to head the ball, and the football flew directly out of the sideline.

He waved to his teammates to apologize, then turned around and stared at the opponent's side midfielder who sent the throw-in, with an excited attitude towards the game.

The opponent's side midfielder also noticed this and deliberately chose a position far away from Maher when throwing the throw-in.

"Mine!"

As a result, Evans, the center forward of the yellow team who was ambushing in the middle, suddenly rushed out, kicked the ball away in front of the red team midfielder, and controlled it on the side.

Maher reacted quickly, and after seeing Evans steal the ball, he rushed to the middle position where he had just been.

There, because of Evans's running, there was a hollow area.

"Here! "

After he reached the position, he just shouted and saw Evans' accurate pass coming to his feet.

After glancing at the goal, he dribbled the ball to the right.

Now!

"Bang! !"

All the tension and excitement turned into strength and poured into the football in front of him.

Maher gritted his teeth and swung his legs, and a very violent instep shot was fired, and the football whizzed towards the near corner of the goal.

"Don't..." Red team midfielder Gilbert wanted to remind his teammates not to give Mahel a pressure-free shooting environment, but as soon as he said a word, Mahel's shot had already been kicked.

The angle was not particularly tricky, but the force was too great, and the goalkeeper had not yet entered the state, so he was caught off guard.

"Swish!" The football hit the net, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

One to zero!

The yellow team is leading!

"Oh...! "Most of the yellow team players reacted quickly. The moment the ball entered the net, they opened their arms in amazement and rushed towards Maher.