Scored twice with a long shot!

"Captain!"

"Great!!"

Arsenal players rushed to Gilbert, who opened his arms to celebrate. The latter smiled and turned around, hugging the first few people who rushed up.

Then, he found Maher in the crowd and teased, "Your assist came easily."

Just now, Maher simply passed the ball back and got an assist.

It was quite a sense of comfort like Busquets' century assist to Messi.

Maer tilted his head back and chuckled, without refuting, "If you pass the ball to me often, you can also get an easy assist."

Anyway, he was still very happy. It is easier to judge the performance of frontcourt offensive players than midfielders and backcourt players. Most of the time, just looking at the data is enough.

So far in the game, he has scored 1 goal and 1 assist, and the team's 2 goals are related to him!

It is certain that there is no problem staying.

Get a weekly salary of several hundred pounds, buy yourself some good shoes, supplement some nutrients, and then open up some new abilities to reach a high level!

The future is promising.

Maher's mood became better. He was light and put all the fatigue behind him. He was ready to fight hard.

If he could get another goal or assist, his outstanding performance in this game would attract the attention of Professor Wenger and many scouts. He might get the opportunity to join the professional team in advance.

"Okay, go back!"

After celebrating for a while, Captain Gilbert showed his unyielding quality. He greeted all his teammates, "There is still time. We can't just be satisfied with scoring goals. We must strive for victory as much as possible!"

The other players nodded and returned to their own half. The referee then blew the whistle to restart the game.

Starting the attack and defense again, Liverpool players gradually felt some pressure. They found that the opponent's fighting spirit surged up again, as if sweeping away the previous decline.

The wonderful personal ability goal and the narrowing of the score gap gave them some confidence and hope.

"Don't be careless, the backcourt players should keep an eye on the good players and limit the frontcourt players from turning around after receiving the ball!"

The Liverpool U17 coach also stood up from the sidelines at this moment and began to direct on the spot, "Especially the No. 10, don't let him receive the ball, Louis, you have to help your teammates defend him!"

Obviously, he also knew that Arsenal had sent a lot of trial players in this game, and they were not the strongest.

If Liverpool couldn't win a clean victory like this...then he knew very well that he would be eliminated the next time the club evaluated and replaced the coaching staff.

Not far away, Hans and Wenger noticed the abnormality and nervousness of the Liverpool U17 coach.

As colleagues, they knew very well that in the European football world where the fittest survive, both coaches and players face great pressure.

"It's still too early for our club to make substitutions, right?"

Hans touched his head and looked at Wenger. This seemed to be his common action. When facing older seniors, his action was a little cute. "It seems that nothing big has happened in the club recently. Everything is calm."

Wenger looked at him, then cast his eyes on the court and said seriously: "Calm means there will be no signings this season, and it has nothing to do with layoffs.

"And once there are no signings, the first-team coaching staff will select talents from the youth team. If the strength of these selected people is too far away from the first-team and cannot meet the requirements, then you can think about who will be responsible? "

Hans's expression froze, and he stood there motionless, as if he was trapped in an ice cellar.

What this means is... if the senior youth team does not produce outstanding players, the corresponding coaching staff will have to leave.

The U17 team he led seemed to be the team with the most pressure.

Because generally, potential players gradually show their talents at the age of 17, and then they move up to U19, and the probability of them making a name for themselves is much smaller.

Hans heard that a certain big country seemed to have relevant policies for U23 players, which was really enviable, but that was unlikely in the highly competitive British football world.

At this moment, he could only sigh that he was unlucky, and it happened to be when he was leading the U17.

"Can I talk to you first?"

Wenger's voice sounded again, with some unquestionable, "In the previous plan, the club had selected Gilbert and Ian from the U17 team. Their performance in the 1st team will determine your work evaluation report. "

"Ian..."

Hans glanced at Ian on the back line, hesitated for a moment and said: "Ian is the defender who just complained about his teammates... shirked responsibility."

"Oh."

Wenger was slightly surprised, then calmed down: "Then cross out his name, and I'll ask the assistant coach to re-select one."

While saying this, he subconsciously glanced at Maher on the court.

It just so happened that Maher received the ball with his back to the opponent, lowered his center of gravity to carry the opponent's defender, and pulled the ball to turn around.

"Another kick?"

Wenger murmured to himself, attracting Hans next to him to cast his eyes on the football field, and also pay attention to Maher holding the ball.

"Boy! Hit him!"

"Don't be afraid, turn around and kick them and it's over!"

"Come on, come on! "

There was a jeer from the fans behind them. Many people had obviously remembered Maher's face and features, and were urging him to take another long shot.

Under everyone's gaze, Maher on the field finally turned around with difficulty.

He made a swinging leg shot, deceived the opponent's defender's center of gravity, and gently kicked the ball to the right, and then his legs exploded to follow.

The next thing was very simple.

Step on the supporting foot accurately, swing the left arm back to stretch the body, and then drive the calf with the right thigh, and kick it hard!

"Bang! !"

The football was like a sword, and as sharp as a flying knife, it hit the far corner directly.

"Is it over yet?" The Liverpool goalkeeper looked embarrassed, he cried out in pain, and flew out again, but unfortunately he still didn't save it this time.

"Swish! "The football hit the middle of the far corner, causing the net to vibrate violently and sink more than two feet backwards, showing the force.

The ball went in again!

Three to three!

Mael scored the second goal in this game, scoring twice!

"Yeah...!" All the Arsenal fans on the sidelines stood up, opened their arms and cheered to celebrate, experiencing the joy of scoring together.

"What's his name?" Someone was extremely curious.

"This kid exerted his strength at the right time, and Mr. Wenger happened to be on the sidelines. He will definitely remember this kid!" Someone secretly sighed.

"Is this metaphysics? How can someone shoot two long shots in a game? It's so stable!" Someone hugged his head.

All the fans looked at the figure rushing to the sidelines to celebrate, and felt admiration and joy from the bottom of their hearts.

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