"Okay, Mahel!"
In the coach's seat on the sidelines, Hans stood up again and waved his fist.
Three to three ties!
This is somewhat surprising. Could it be that their trial squad can compete on par with Liverpool?
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 booth and asked Wenger for his opinion. He was a little expectant. "Although I would also like to recommend those who have been with me for a longer time, you saw his performance with your own eyes today."
Sometimes it's just like this, you not only need to plan ahead and accumulate stronger strength, you also need an opportunity for your strength to be seen by people who are capable of promoting you.
Mahel was lucky, as he amazed everyone with his first performance.
More importantly, this "group of people" included Arsenal's first-team coach Wenger at the time!
But considering 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 the confrontation ability is also there."
Wenger nodded, and then said: "I think you will definitely give him a youth training contract, but I just asked me whether I would promote him to the first team.
"It's not an easy decision, I can't tell you the answer right now, this is just the first time I've seen him play."
However, Wenger seemed to remember something and turned to look at the corner of the fan area, where several people with serious expressions were writing something with their heads down.
There was no celebration, only meticulous record-keeping, and he seemed out of tune with the fans around him.
It was those scouts who should have witnessed Maher's performance and made judgments based on scouting standards.
"Excellent long-range shooting ability, with shooting power and accuracy far exceeding that of his peers! He has the talent of a heavy gunner."
In the stands, a scout from Sheffield United quickly wrote down in his notebook, "His physical confrontation is excellent in the same level of competition and he has plasticity.
"As for his weaknesses, he doesn't seem to be good at passing threatening balls or dribbling through the field. He was intercepted at least twice and lost possession of the ball due to two passing errors. However, his basic skills are solid and he doesn't show any fear on the field.
"Potential level: B+, on par with Arsenal U17 captain Gilbert, with a certain chance of adapting 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' reaction to Maher whether the player was a contract player or a trial player at Arsenal.
You know, these two identities represent two completely different levels of difficulty in taking him down!
"interested in?"
A scout from Burnley came over and said sarcastically: "After Sheffield United failed to get promoted 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 you have some other ideas?"
The Sheffield United scout ignored him and continued to record in the notebook.
Last year, in the 09-10 season, they made it to the Championship promotion play-offs and made it all the way to the final, with promotion to the Premier League just around the corner.
Unfortunately, the loss in the final 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 hovering 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 was silent, the Burnley scout turned his head away with a dull look, "Premier League teams naturally need better players, and the ones we have left 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 having a few words with him.
Seeing that the other player was also looking down to record, the Burnley scout finally realized what he should focus on at the moment. He took out his notebook, thought for a while, and wrote a bunch of words.
"Arsenal, number 31.
"He has excellent long-range shooting ability and excellent confrontation ability, but other than that, he has no obvious characteristics. As a winger, he does not have a good bottom cross, nor does he have excellent ability to cut inside and attack the penalty area.
"He does not have the potential to play in the Premier League. If he can be bought out within 4 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 10 to 50 pounds in the future."
After writing this, he shook his head slightly, looking a little disappointed.
I thought Wenger would be able to discover a few more potential new stars in the game, but in the end he only saw a 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 excited.
Sometimes people are like this. When they find that they cannot achieve their original goals, the feeling of frustration will make them make up for it by looking for other advantages.
"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"
Not long after, with the referee's three long whistles, the game officially ended.
The score is three to three!
Arsenal relied on a trial lineup to tie with the visiting Liverpool team at home, which was definitely an acceptable result.
"This week's vacation is over. When you get back, reflect on yourself!"
The Liverpool coach left with an angry look on his face, and criticized his players in a serious tone: "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?"
Seeing his appearance, the Arsenal players were even happier.
Many times, the sense of accomplishment and joy in competitive sports comes from comparing with opponents.
At this time, Maher was excitedly high-fiving his teammates to celebrate. This was the first time he felt the thrill of turning the tide and realized the value of his own strength in competitive games.
"It will definitely be okay for you to stay. Congratulations in advance."
Captain Gilbert hugged him and joked after congratulating him: "It's hard to say that Mr. Wenger has also noticed you. If you can enter the first team in the future, don't forget us."
"how come."
Maher smiled and patted him on the back, then separated from him. He turned around and saw Carl with a complicated expression.
Carl came to the team with him, and they were lamenting the difficulties of staying in the team together dozens of days ago.
However, ever since that day of shooting training, everything about the two of them has been different.
"At that time, I should have gone to practice more with you."
Carl laughed at himself, as if he had foreseen his future. "It's a pity that I can't get up. I can't drag my tired body to practice more when I have training tasks every day."
"After returning to France, I'll try again with a club in Ligue 1 or Ligue 2."
Maher suppressed his joy and didn't know how to comfort her. "There should still be a chance."
Professional football is so cruel. Behind every glamorous and successful person are countless losers who have devoted their youth but still only get regret and sorrow.
Carl shook his head and stopped talking about himself. Instead, he forced out an ugly smile and said, "You must continue to play football at the Kearney base. Keep going. I hope to see the day when you play professional games.
"If I can join the French national team and win the European Championship and the World Cup in the future, I will have something to brag about when I go back. I will definitely hang your posters all over my house and tell my children and grandchildren about it in the future, hahahaha."
He laughed twice at last, trying not to appear so sad and envious, but it was no use.
Mahel hugged him and patted his shoulder, and felt his body tremble slightly and his breathing become uneven.
(End of this chapter)