I want to improve so much

Under everyone's gaze, the football once again lifted off the ground and flew towards the goal.

Hopkins had intended to wash away the shame this time, but when Maher kicked, he realized that he couldn't judge the ball's line, or couldn't react in time.

"Swish!" The sound of the net rubbing sounded from behind his head, and he lost his balance and fell backwards, turning to the ground.

"Watfa... He did it again?"

"What's wrong with this kid today? Does he have a heavy cannon?"

"Shit... This quality is really high."

Another round of exclamations sounded, and this time, there was no doubt.

Most people looked at Maher with surprise, as if they were getting to know him again.

Heavy cannons do have a very shocking display effect.This is a direct way of shooting, simple and crude, and it directly reflects the shooting level.

Ian and his group stood there with sullen faces, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

With two consecutive powerful and high-quality shots in front of them, whatever they said was pale, and they would be regarded as clowns.

"Good shot, good shot!"

Head coach Hans sighed on the surface, but his heart was also trembling. If this quality of shot could be used in the game...

His eyes lit up, and suddenly he had some hope for Maher.

In his impression, this player's basic skills are not bad, but he has no special features.

If he can discover a long shot now, his competitiveness will be greatly improved.

However, what is incomprehensible is that he has never shown such a long shot level before.When did you start practicing?

Recently?

Hans certainly knew how hard Maher was working on the extra practice, but he didn't have much expectation for the effect of the extra practice.

Now it seems that he really misjudged some of them.

At the focus of everyone's attention, Maher turned his head and waved to those who were surprised with a smile.

He looked calm and comfortable.

But in fact, a drop of cold sweat had already fallen on his temple... He was not sure about the second shot. At that time, everyone's threshold was raised, and it would be embarrassing if he couldn't score.

Fortunately, this wave of probability was on his side.

I have to upgrade the long shot to Iv3 as soon as possible, otherwise how can I show off?

"Today is June 17th. My life has been very regular lately. I am going to write a diary. In the future, I will remove the content related to proficiency and put the part about hard work into my autobiography, which will be named "How the King of Football Was Made." "I forced myself to get up at 6:30 and practice shooting for an extra hour and a half before morning training. "After upgrading my long-range shooting to level 2, the speed of proficiency improvement seems to have slowed down a lot. I could increase my proficiency by 30 points after training for a few hours before, but now I can only increase it by 20. Fortunately, the goal is to upgrade to level 3 in 17 days, so there is no rush. "At night, I practiced strength in the gym... I was exhausted. This life is really not a life for a human being." "On June 18th, it seems that I can't practice like this anymore. I have already had strains in many parts of my body. I have to warm up for a long time before I dare to do the movements every day before training. "But the speed of shooting has slowed down. If I don't rely on time to accumulate, how can I achieve my goal? "At night, I practiced strength. My French partner Carl suggested that I give up my original eating habits and eat some high-protein, high-carb and high-energy foods. "Listen. ""June 19, weekend. If you don't work hard, you won't be a talent. If you don't work hard, you won't be a useful person. I work hard after waking up, before meals, and after a short break. In short, I work hard. If I don't work hard for one day, I will feel uncomfortable all over. If I don't work hard for three days, it seems that my life will be shortened.

"The proficiency of shooting has reached 159/300, and the strength has also reached 193/300, which is faster than expected.

"Improving food doesn't seem to help my body much for the time being, but I really want to improve. I want to get out of the youth team and play in the Premier League!"

"June 20, a new week has begun. I feel that the air is fresher. There are still 10 days before the last game. I must redouble my efforts.

"I practiced very comfortably today. I don't seem to be as tired as before. My body is much stiffer. Is it because of the change in diet?

"At night, I went back to the dormitory, took a shower and brushed my shoes. It was already past 11 o'clock. I went to the door of Carl's dormitory next door and knocked on it. Carl was still awake, so I chatted for a while and rested."

"June 21st, this week's morning training was changed to technical and tactical training, probably because the trial elimination match was about to start.

"Everything is the same, fuck it!"

"June 22nd, London, London, this city is not far from me, it is a real international metropolis, and it is also a city for football.How great would it be if I could play football in London one day? I could live in a big villa, drive a sports car, wear new sneakers, and have the passionate London bunny girl accompany me at night.

"June 23, I had a chat with the captain of the team, Gilbert, and asked about the salary of the Arsenal youth team.

"I don't know anything else, but they can get 350-800 pounds a week, which is about 1500-3500 pounds a month. I'm jealous, it's already catching up with the average salary in London.

"As for the first team? The British football scene at this time is not comparable to the later generations, and Arsenal is also in a period of lack of money... But the weekly salary of tens of thousands of pounds is still something I dare not think about for the time being. Dou Zong strongmen are so terrifying."

"June 24, training, improving food is indeed helpful to the body, and the body has become accustomed to the intensity of training."

"June 25, daily training is like a torture of the will, but the improvement of proficiency is as refreshing as drinking nectar...

"I finally understand why some people said that playing under Guardiola is more enjoyable than that.

"Because of progress! I want to improve so much!"

"June 26, progress!"

"June 27, continue to improve!"

......

June 28, night, stars.

Wenger strolled at the Colney training base with some melancholy. He looked at the base built by his own hands, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.That was in 1999. At that time, Arsenal had no financial crisis. They were competing for the championship every year, and he was inseparable from Sir Alex Ferguson.

He still vaguely remembered his anger at that time.

He is determined to build Arsenal into a team like Manchester United and make himself an immortal of this club.

But... God is always teasing him, as if he was born to add some tragic stories to this world.

"Crack."

Wenger lights up a cigarette. Sometimes even he doesn't understand why he still sticks here, when he clearly has the opportunity to go elsewhere.

There may be only one answer.

That is a disgusting phrase that no man would want to say personally - because of love.

Just as he was thinking about it, a strange cry suddenly came from the side, which seemed to be from the gym.

Wenger frowned and walked forward. He didn't hear clearly until he was twenty meters away. It was a burst of laughter. "Hahahaha...oh ho!" The people inside seemed to be celebrating something, and from time to time they made an indescribable weird sound.

Is it that boy?

He had a guess in his mind. According to his observation, at this point, only that person should appear here.

Counting the days, you have persisted for almost twenty days, right?

"Leon Maher."

Wenger said a name, feeling the joy inside, and his sadness seemed to be diluted, "What are you happy about?"