"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There was another sound of feet touching the football. Maher was full of motivation and kept practicing, waiting for his proficiency to change.
This is a turning point for him and may very well change his football career!
He must cherish it and put in more effort.
After dozens of training sessions, Maher called up the panel again.
[Skill: Long-range Shot lv1]
[Proficiency: (38/100)]
[Effect: You slowly feel it]
"It has improved."
Maher's eyes lit up completely. According to this progress, maybe in two or three days, he would be able to improve his long-range shooting to level 2.
What effect will it have then?
I believe it will have a certain power and accuracy.
He was filled with anticipation, but then he was confused: "I just don't know how to acquire other skills?"
Long shots are of course a very important shooting method, and it is more than enough to satisfy him in the early stages.
But it's impossible to keep practicing this one forever, right?
"Is it still like today, practicing repeatedly and finally understanding it?"
Maher had some ideas in his mind, and then he didn't waste too much time thinking. He held the football and started shooting training again.
No matter what, let's improve the long shots first!
Time is running out and he must have a characteristic that will catch the coaching staff's attention!
"Oh!"
Maher swung his leg again and shot, but because he was too excited and used too much force, he kicked the ball directly into the sky.
He was not discouraged at all. Instead, he shouted happily to the sky, as if everything was hopeful.
If the team's equipment room had not been closed early, he would have borrowed a few more footballs and kicked the balls a few more times before picking them up.
No, if he had money, he would definitely hire a few caddies to pick up the balls for him!
But as long as I play football well in the future, why should I worry about having no money?
Maher was looking forward to the future. He thought that when he had money, he would buy a room full of sneakers, a few villas, and a few luxury cars.
He no longer wanted to wear sneakers with cracked rubber, he wanted a pair of customized super sneakers.
Time passed minute by minute, and the sky gradually darkened.
Maher didn't know how long he had been practicing, nor did he know how many kicks he had actually performed.
He didn't stop until his visibility decreased, and then he dragged his right leg, which felt like it was filled with lead, and walked towards the dormitory holding the football.
I called up the panel and took a quick look. As expected, my proficiency level had improved significantly again!
[Skill: Long-range Shot lv1]
[Proficiency: (61/100)]
[Effect: You slowly feel it]
"Tomorrow, get more footballs to improve efficiency, and you will definitely be able to reach level 2!"
Even though he was soaking wet and exhausted, Maher felt refreshed and hummed a little tune all the way back to the dormitory.
Not long after I finished taking a shower, the phone suddenly rang. It was my uncle.
"How have you been these days?" came my uncle's voice.
"Not bad, I've made great progress, but I don't know if I can stay."
Maher answered truthfully. He remembered that his uncle was good to the original owner. Even if he did not support him playing football, he definitely did not oppose it.
However, due to the pressure of livelihood and the pressure from my aunt, it has become increasingly difficult to support myself.
If I was really afraid that he would waste money, I wouldn't have let him choose this path when he was a child.
"It would be best if you can stay. If you can't, come back here. I can find you an apprenticeship job and you can work your way up. Is the money enough?"
"Enough." Maher nodded. They usually slept in the dormitory and had their meals in the cafeteria within the training base, so there wasn't much expense.
Especially after Coach Hans lent him a pair of sneakers, he basically had no worries.
"My little sister has been trying to find you, so I asked her to answer the phone, Ava!"
There was a sound of footsteps approaching from the other end of the phone, followed by a cute and joyful voice: "When will brother come back?"
"That depends on whether my brother can stay here."
Maher smiled. His uncle's third sister, Ava, was 7 years old this year. She had the best relationship with the original owner and was the cutest.
"Then can I watch my brother play football on TV?" The voice on the other end said innocently, "I'm going to have summer vacation soon, and I can go out and play every day. I want my brother to take me to eat pizza."
"I will definitely take you there when I have time."
Maher replied, he always felt like he was melting when chatting with a well-behaved child. He thought for a moment and smiled, "I hope your brother can play football on TV during your summer vacation."
"Great." He didn't know that his brother was painting a rosy picture for him, nor did he know what the second sentence his brother said actually meant.
After chatting with his uncle for a while, Maher hung up the phone and felt sleepy.
He turned off his phone and prepared to go to sleep, but then he heard the phone vibrate a few times.
I reopened it and saw the remittance record from the text message. He transferred 300 euros from another bank and the balance was 529.5 euros.
A text message arrived shortly afterwards, from my uncle's mobile phone number: "I haven't bought sneakers for a long time. Go buy a pair tomorrow. My uncle's ability is limited and I can't give you too much. I hope you can achieve your wish in Arsenal."
Maher was stunned for a long time, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Uncontrollably, a surge of power burst out from his heart and ran through his entire body. It seemed as if he was more than one person.
Perhaps because he was too tired or because of his change of mood, he slept soundly that night.
The next day.
The sun is shining and the breeze is gentle.
After getting up, Maher felt sore all over, probably because of the overtraining yesterday.
There is no way around it; proficiency and muscle memory are honed slowly in this way.
After having breakfast in the cafeteria, Maher went to the equipment room to borrow 10 footballs, and then went to the field to start shooting training.
Today is Sunday, the only rest day of the week for the team without training plans.
This was exactly what Maher wanted, as he wanted to practice long-range shooting without distraction.
Normally, Arsenal's youth training camp usually has two training sessions a day, divided into morning training and afternoon training.
In the morning, we either train basic technical skills or strength and physical fitness, while in the afternoon we train exclusively in skills, tactics and teamwork.
In addition, there are two cultural classes every week.
After a simple warm-up and placing the ball in front of the penalty area arc, Maher directly shot two balls, both hitting the target with good quality.
It seems that the improvement in proficiency yesterday has gradually shown results.
This makes him look forward to the upgrade and the future even more.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
One football after another hit the net, causing it to vibrate violently and dent.
Since we brought more footballs this time, the efficiency was higher.
The speed of proficiency improvement is also faster than yesterday.
Looking at the numbers rising on the panel, Maher's motivation was endless and he refused to stop for even a moment.
He practiced until almost eleven o'clock before he finally became exhausted and stopped.
He suddenly felt nauseous. Although he had consumed a lot of food, he had no desire to eat at all.
This is the body's reaction to overexertion, and usually only occurs after a lot of physical training.
"The more this happens, the more energy you need to replenish."
Maher drank some water, rested for a long time, and finally forced himself to go to the cafeteria to finish lunch.
After taking a nap in the dormitory, at three o'clock in the afternoon, he dragged his tired body onto the training ground to start a new round of training.
The feeling of torture gradually intensified. After the initial excitement and freshness, boredom and pain finally came.
But Maher did not give up, nor did he reduce his training volume.
"Boom! Boom!"
He fired shot after shot, and even though he was sweating profusely and felt dizzy, he still kicked the ball numbly.
Finally, after a shot, some strength suddenly surged into Maher's legs, ankles and other parts, and his muscle memory related to shooting also increased rapidly.
[Skill: Violent Shot lv2]
[Proficiency: (1/300)]
[Benefit: After long-term practice, your long-range shooting ability has begun to show its edge. If you have enough preparation time and use your full strength, you can occasionally make excellent long-range shots! ]
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