In the next few days, Maher's life gradually became regular and stable.
I basically hang around a few fixed areas every day, either training or eating. At night, I return to the dormitory, wash up, and fall asleep again.
The excessive training made his body gradually feel unable to bear it.
I have strained many parts of my body, and I have to warm up for a long time before I dare to do any exercises during each training session.
"Fortunately, I am tired but happy."
He himself did not have any negative emotions. Compared with others, his chances were already very good.
If we don't give our best, wouldn't it be a waste of God's gifts?
On Thursday, June 6, the U16 team's morning training was finishing ability training.
It can also be called shooting special training.
The opportunity to show his skills finally came, and Maher stood in the queue refreshed, waiting to start.
"The goalkeeper will warm up alone, and the others will follow captain Gilbert."
Following the order from head coach Hans, the players followed the team captain No. 10 Gilbert to start jogging to warm up, and many people began to whisper.
"I heard that some people have been spending all day at the training ground and the gym recently?"
Someone made a joking sound, as if paving the way for someone.
As soon as he said this, Ian immediately echoed him: "Yeah, he's very hardworking. You can hardly see him in the dormitory. He has given up all entertainment."
"effort."
Someone made a sarcastic comment, "I hope he can play in the Premier League through hard work."
"It's just a joke."
Ian laughed as he ran, "If you can play in the Premier League with hard work, then there is no need for talent in this world. I think you are going to leave the team soon, you are in a hurry."
"It's good to leave the team."
Someone else glanced at Maher with a smile and shook his head, saying, "I heard that he eats and uses the club's money every day and doesn't spend a penny on his own life. Isn't he a pure vampire?"
Their voices were loud enough to be heard by almost everyone who was warming up.
"Warm up well!"
Captain Gilbert spoke up to stop them, obviously unable to bear it any longer.
Several of them shut up in dismay and made expressions as if they were trying to hold back their laughter, which was very puzzling.
Maher simply ignored these "smart guys". It was unnecessary and cheap to get angry and argue with them.
Let them stay immersed in their own world forever and fiddle with their worthless sense of superiority.
He always has to move forward, and soon everyone is no longer on the same level.
Being able to laugh now is nothing, being able to laugh all the time is a real skill.
The warm-up training ended quickly and shooting training began immediately.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The first training to be carried out was high ball cross header training. The players on both sides of the wing kept passing the ball for the players in the middle to compete for header shots.
"Good pass! I'll do it!"
"Oh my!"
"It's okay, keep coming!"
There were voices of encouragement and regret, and everyone was enthusiastic and excited.
Maher's performance in this training was not outstanding, as heading has never been his strong point.
If there is a need in the future, you can work hard to improve the heading proficiency panel and practice good heading skills.
For now, focus on power and long shots.
After the header training is finished, the next training is low ball training, dynamic shooting training in the penalty area, and high-speed one-on-one training.
Maher's performance was also mediocre and not outstanding.
"Next item, long-range shooting!" It was not until Hans mentioned the long-range shooting training item that he finally raised his head and his eyes became confident.
The team captain Gilbert was the first to stand at the edge of the penalty area, waiting for Hans next to the ball pile to pass the ball to him, stop the ball and shoot.
"Oh!"
Hans rolled the ball on the ground, Gilbert quickly followed, stopped the ball, faced the goal, and kicked it.
The shot was hit cleverly, without excessive force, but at a tricky angle.
The team's number one goalkeeper, Hopkins, immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and flew to save the ball, but in the end he was one step too late and the ball slipped through his fingertips.
"Swish!" A crisp sound of the ball hitting the net was heard, and Gilbert, who scored the goal, jumped high and made a rising dragon punch-like celebration.
"Pretty!"
Hans gave an admiring look, and many players smiled and applauded.
On weekdays, their training atmosphere is still good, except for a few people who disrupt the harmony.
"Bang! Bang! Bang…!"
Next, one player after another ran to the designated position and completed the shot.
The ratio of those who enter to those who do not is about one to one.
Hans's reminders rang out from time to time throughout the training ground: "The supporting foot is too far away, do you usually shoot like that?
"Defender's kicking skills! My grandma can kick more accurately than you!
"It's OK. You need to be more confident! Straighten your insteps, don't let them loose! You are already 17 years old, I don't want to have to remind you of the details every day."
As he said this, he kicked another ball towards the edge of the penalty area.
A figure wearing the No. 31 jersey suddenly rushed out, observed the approximate position of the goal, stepped firmly on his supporting foot, folded his right leg quickly, and kicked!
"Bang!!"
After a dull thud, the grass under his feet exploded and the football flew towards the goal, leaving a trail of afterimage that was impossible to capture with the naked eye.
The team's goalkeeper Hopkins just lowered his center of gravity and looked back in dumbfounded. He had no time to judge which direction the football was flying.
Only his body instinct made him turn his head to the right.
"Bang!!" He saw the football hit the inside of the upper crossbar, causing the entire goal frame to shake violently, and then it changed direction and hit the net.
The scene suddenly fell into dead silence, and everyone seemed to be so shocked by the kick that they were speechless.
It's not that no one has used the instep volley technique, nor is it that no one has used this technique to score a goal.
The main thing is, the ball speed is too damn fast, over 100 yards?
And this angle, close to ten points?
"Oh!"
Hopkins was the first to open his mouth and turned to look at the shooter, "Mael, what are you doing?"
Someone sighed for him and said, "That's too exaggerated!"
"Even if the first-team goalkeeper Fabianski was standing there, he probably wouldn't have been able to save the ball."
Captain Gilbert frowned, looking a little confused, then shook his head violently: "No, not maybe, but definitely!"
Ian and his companions looked at each other blankly, but then they had a new excuse, "He's a mixed bag, right?"
"Definitely mixed, I can play ten corners sometimes, I am still a defender."
"He's not at that level, otherwise he would have renewed his contract long ago."
"One more!" Head coach Hans did not give everyone a chance to argue. He quickly kicked the ball again towards Maher's position.
The toes were so hard that it didn't look like they were made with magic. He wanted to take another look.
Maher looked at the incoming ball, lowered his center of gravity, used the outside of his foot to move the ball one step to the right, then followed up with his body and stepped his left foot next to the football.
"Bang!!"
As if he had practiced for countless days and nights, he folded his right leg and suddenly jumped out, violently kicking the ball towards the goal.
(End of this chapter)