The Road to a Football God

July 2, Cherry Street, downtown Sheffield.

After a period of selection, Maher and Gilbert finally decided on an apartment in the center of the street.

This is a nine-story British-style building with convenient transportation and complete living facilities nearby. There is also a large gym on the first floor.

Their house is on the sixth floor, about 115 square meters, with two bedrooms, one living room and two bathrooms, modern decoration and complete furniture.

It can be said that this meets all the requirements of Maher and Gilbert.

They spend most of their time in the club, and only come back to rest at noon and at night. It's good to live in a convenient and comfortable place.

After settling everything, Maher and Gilbert lay on the soft sofa to rest.

Jolson was also there. He had been helping today.

"Thanks, Jolson."

Maher thanked him, and Gilbert waved to him afterwards.

Jolson shook his head to indicate that it was nothing, then stood up and walked to the window, pointing to a place: "Do you see the Bramall Lane Stadium? You can see the top building from here."

"Is that Bramall Lane?"

Mael came to the window with some surprise. He had not paid attention to the scenery outside just now.

Bramall Lane is the home of Sheffield United and can accommodate 30,000 fans to watch the game at the same time.

Every match day, the area is always crowded with people and full of Sheffield United's red elements.

"Yes, this is a stadium built in the city center."

Jolson smiled, very proud, and then his eyes were a little rippled, "I played there for seven years and made 92 appearances."

Gilbert also came over at this time, with a look of longing in his eyes: "I hope I can also make appearances there, not too many, ten times will do."

"Because of the 8k weekly salary?"

Mael turned his head and made a joke, then turned his eyes back, with a few hot eyes. Of course, he was also looking forward to playing in a large stadium.

That must be a completely different experience.

The crowds of fans shouted loud songs, and every confrontation and wonderful moment was greeted with a cheer that resounded through the sky!

The emotions of tens of thousands of people gathered together, waiting for the goal that ignited their passion.

And finally, hysterical explosion.

"No matter what, you will have a chance."

Jolson left the window and picked up the key from the tea table, "Let's go, I'll take you to the training base to see and familiarize yourself with the place in advance."

The two of them withdrew their gazes, but the seeds had been planted in their hearts. They must go to Bramall Lane Stadium as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Maher suddenly called Gilbert, as if he remembered something: "Why don't you bring your shoes and play a few times?"

Gilbert was stunned and looked at Jolson next to him, "Is it okay?"

For people like them who deal with football every day, if they don't play football for a day or two, they will really feel a little itchy.

"Of course."

Jolson smiled and nodded. How could a professional team restrict players from playing football? "The team's gathering day is July 10th. Before that, you can requisition the first team's training ground at any time.

"If you want to practice more later, there is actually no limit. Just go to other grasslands without training tasks."

Mael and Gilbert smiled at each other and searched for sneakers in their luggage.

"By the way."

Just as he walked to the suitcase, Maher slapped his brain, "I've been too busy these two days. I haven't had time to buy sneakers."

How could he forget about this? He had been thinking about it for a long time.

"What should I do?" Gilbert squatted in front of his suitcase and turned his head to look.

"Buy it?"

Jolson suggested to the two, "There is a pedestrian street specializing in sports goods two miles away."

"Let's go! "

Mael waved his hand, and the three of them set off in a hurry and came to the pedestrian street.

Half an hour later, they walked out of the pedestrian street, each of them holding at least four shoe boxes, and walked in a rather awkward manner, like shoe merchants coming to the neighborhood to purchase goods.

Gilbert wanted to say that if he had known this, he would have given Mahel a pair of his own shoes first.

Jolson also regretted saying that there was a specialty store nearby. He didn't realize that Mahel was also a collector?

"Let's go faster. "

Only Maher walked in front with a clear mind, always with a warm smile on his face, and urged the two from time to time.

It seemed that he no longer had to worry about whether his shoes would come apart, nor whether he had money to buy new ones.

...

2:30 pm, Sheffield training base.

Since there were not many people, Jolson greeted the guard and drove the car directly to the first team training ground.

Maer and Gilbert got out of the car with their shoes and looked around the new training base. They will stay here for a year.

In terms of scale, the Sheffield United training base is definitely not comparable to the Colney training base, and the facilities in all aspects are not perfect and complete.

But fortunately, the environment is beautiful, with abundant green plants, and there is a sense of tranquility.

"Yes, it's very close to where we live. "

Mael closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air, then walked into the training ground and stepped onto the grass.

Gilbert had more warm-up exercises. He first retracted his right foot that was about to step into the grass, awkwardly adjusted his left foot to step in, then touched the ground with his right hand, and then made a cross.

"What are you practicing?"

During the warm-up, Gilbert looked at Mahel with curiosity, "I figured it out on the way here. When I get to the club, I must follow you to practice every day.

"I will listen to your instructions completely. After all, the effect of your practice is obvious to all."

Mael thought for a while, smiled wickedly and glanced at Gilbert's innocent face, "Okay, I pass the ball and you head the ball; then one-on-one, I attack and you defend."

Gilbert nodded and added self-righteously: "Rotate after a few groups, right?"

"No."

Mael rejected him, "No rotation."

Gilbert frowned and thought seriously for a while before saying: "Is it because concentrating on training a skill for a long time can improve faster?

"I understand, you really have a way. "

Mael glanced at him with a slightly evasive look and said nothing more.

"Bang! Bang! Bang...!"

The sound of the ball soon resounded throughout the training ground, but there were not many people who could find the right header point for Gilbert to head.

For most balls, he could only volley the ball sideways or jump up and hug it directly... The quality was really not high.

Half an hour later, Gilbert finally couldn't help it, "How about I pass it for a while?"

"Here it comes!"

What responded to him was Mahel's shout and the whistling football.

There was no way, he could only bear the boredom and continue to persevere, using all his strength just to "catch" Mahel's cross.

Gradually, Gilbert found that as long as he judged Mahel's body posture and foot shape, he could roughly know where the final cross would fall...

Hit?

At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly flashed with a few glimmers of enlightenment, followed by some disbelief and panic.

It seems that he can judge the landing point?

"Don't stand there. "

Mael passed the ball again. He was about to ask Gilbert what happened, but a few familiar words appeared in front of him.

[Skill: Crossing Level 1]

[Proficiency: (29/100)]

[Effect: You gradually feel that as a winger, it is necessary to have a good cross. You start to train hard day and night, but the accuracy and quality are still far from enough.]