Korni Training Base, U17 Conference Room.
A group of Arsenal players held their heads, eyes wide, looking around to share their amazent with soone.
"It’s really 10 goals!"
"And so fast!"
"How does he play like that, could he have always been a match-type player?"
From the mont they saw Ma’el score his first goal, there were those who hoped that this player, who had once trained with them, could end the season with 5 goals and 5 assists.
Initially, they thought, it would be fine if he got close by the end of the season... even so, their faces would still shine, and they’d have so confidence in their hearts.
"See that? This was my brother back then, we trained together, and our levels were about the sa."
These were the words they imagined they’d use to brag with Ma’el in the future, "Look at him now, how strong he is?"
The result was that Ma’el kept shattering their expectations for him, but not in a disappointing way. Instead, he forced them to continuously raise their expectations.
Raised to the point that now, they truly couldn’t see where this forr teammate could end up.
Hans brought the shoes he once lent to Ma’el today; actually, this was sothing the entire club had long been aware of.
He didn’t think taking these shoes was making a fuss, nor did he find it inappropriate, because his feelings for Ma’el had changed.
All he could do now was smile and say, "Looks like when he cos back, I’ll have to get this pair of shoes signed, and fra them, claiming they’re from Ma’el’s youth training period."
"Can you sell them to ?" joked a player who once had a good relationship with Ma’el.
Hans still smiled, but his tone was firm: "Dream on."
They chattered, marveling and joking, not noticing soone suddenly approaching from behind the door.
It was Mr. Wenger. He was done with his work early today and had presumably heard these young lads were here watching the match between Ma’el and Gilbert, so he ca to check it out.
In his mind, Ma’el, who had already scored 4 goals and provided 5 assists in the past few league rounds, was the loanee he valued most.
"Scored again?"
Seeing the lively atmosphere around, he patted a youth player on the shoulder. When the player turned around, his expression was clearly startled yet a little excited, "Mr. Wenger?"
It was then that most people turned back and saw the tall figure in a suit.
"A last-minute winner."
Hans, seeing the boss arrive, quickly answered, "Ma’el scored a last-minute winner with a long shot, bringing his goal tally to over 10!"
Wenger’s heart trembled, not because an increase of a single last-minute goal was particularly surprising.
The main thing was, when people make statistics, they tend to place great importance on whole numbers like tens and hundreds, which seems to be a natural habit.
Applied to football, reaching numbers like tens and hundreds is an absolute milestone worth rembering.
The difference in feeling between creating 9 goals and 10 goals is significant and gives people two different levels of sensation.
"Is it that many already?"
Wenger asked with a tremor and then nodded with a sigh, finally taking a seat.
The match on TV had already ended, and Ma’el was once again nad Man of the Match. His youthful face appeared in the post-match interview area, yet he seed very composed, as if he was used to it.
The English Championship League was gradually becoming unable to contain him.
......
September 30, Sheffield Training Base.
Ma’el finished the morning’s training and lay on the pitch, thoroughly enjoying the thrill of his skill upgrade.
[Skill: Step and Shoulder Drop Level 3]
[Skill Level: (1/800)]
[Utility: After learning the feint, you incorporate more body feints into your step-over move, making the fake moves more exaggerated and deceptive, greatly increasing your success rate in dribbling past opponents!]
Another Level 3 skill!
Including Long Shot, Power, Crossing, and Bicycle Kick, this was already his fifth Level 3 skill!
He has one Shooting-Type, one Physical-Type, and one Passing-Type, while Dribbling-Type skills now include two items. Now he no longer fears a lack of variety when breaking through.
Additionally, he has three Level 2 skills, naly Speed, Coordination, and Observation.
"Feels like I’m checking my assets."
Ma’el smiled slightly; these were all the ans he currently had to make his mark in the Championship.
He didn’t rush to covet other skills. For now, it was more important to raise Long Shot to Level 4, and Coordination and Speed to Level 3.
[Skill: Violent Bombing Level 3]
[Skill Level: (462/800)]
[Skill: Stable Level 2]
[Skill Level: (237/800)]
[Skill: Sprinting Level 2]
[Skill Level: (198/800)]
As can be seen, the proficiency in Shooting skills is far ahead, while the other two are slightly weaker.
This is related to the timing of the training and is not due to uneven training.
"Now that Step-Over Move is at Level 3, I can use the saved ti to practice Shooting more."
Ma’el flexibly adjusted his training plan and estimated the ti, "I think in less than 20 days, the first Level 4 skill will arrive."
He very much looked forward to the difference between a Level 4 skill and a Level 3 skill.
It must be vastly different.
On the way to the cafeteria, he passed by a few Sheffield United players who smiled at him, seemingly having so good news.
Ma’el was sowhat puzzled but didn’t think much of it and called his uncle to ask if there was a confird ti for the family to visit him at Sheffield United.
The answer was that they were still busy and would have to postpone.
After hanging up, Ma’el didn’t have any other thoughts, although he occasionally wished and hoped that his only family in the world could co and watch him play live.
That should be a different kind of experience, a kind of alternative triumph back ho.
As he continued walking, he was stopped by a club staff mber who smiled, "I might need to take up a bit of your ti."
"What’s up?" Ma’el asked in confusion.
"September has passed, and the club has selected you as the Player of the Month within the team," the staff mber said, pulling out a phone, tapping on a freshly released ssage from the club’s official account, and holding it up to Ma’el’s face, "There will be a commorative trophy for you. Please co with ."
"Player of the Month within the team?"
Ma’el chuckled, following along, "Alright then."
This was quite novel. Though he wondered why his tally of 3 goals and 2 assists last month hadn’t won the league’s Player of the Month?
"Actually, it’s not just within the team."
Just as he thought of this, the staff mber congratulated him again, "I heard that this month’s Championship Player of the Month is also yours; however, it requires the official presentation by the English FA before the next round of league matches."
Ma’el nodded with a smile, his joy even greater, and finally followed the staff mber into a dia room to receive a crystal trophy featuring the team’s double-sword emblem and saw a line of words at the bottom.
"10-11 Season, September Sheffield United Team Player of the Month."
He picked up the trophy, delightedly exclaiming, "Nice design."
After a photo opportunity in the dia room, Ma’el walked out of the administration building and continued on his way to the cafeteria.
The faint light shone through the tree branches, causing him to squint slightly, and as he looked at the clean and tidy asphalt road ahead, he took a few deep breaths, feeling that everything was full of vitality and vigor.
Unconsciously, Ma’el had already walked quite far, yet it felt like he’d only taken the first step.
Summing up this month, in five league rounds with 3 wins, 1 draw, and 1 loss, they had gathered 10 points, moving the team’s ranking from 11th to 6th place!
Personally, he scored 3 goals and registered 2 assists, reaching a milestone of 10 total goal involvents for the season, also earning the Championship Player of the Month, Team Player of the Month, and his second Man of the Match.
It seed like everything was moving in a positive direction.
Where does the future await him?
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