"Don't shoot wildly!"
A voice came from the backfield, it was Ian, who was frowning. He never got along with Maël, and would take any opportunity to denigrate him.
"Good try, keep going!"
However, Head Coach Hans on the sidelines immediately clapped and encouraged him. He firmly stood on Maël's side, "Take the shot when you have the chance!"
As soon as he said this, many Arsenal players who already thought the shot was good quality immediately echoed.
"Good shot."
"Don't worry, Maël, we all believe in your shooting. We hope you can score your first goal in your Arsenal U17 career!"
"Good shot, just get it on target!"
Now it was Ian's turn to feel awkward. His voice was drowned out by the praise and didn't attract anyone's attention at all.
He watched Maël wave to his teammates, making a regretful shaking head gesture, and saw that the other party's gaze skipped him directly, selectively ignoring him.
He gritted his teeth and moved with the team's formation.
"Don't complain, encourage more."
Goalkeeper Hopkins stood behind him and reminded, "Maël is not the same Maël as before. Look at his current shooting and confrontation ability, it's best not to make things difficult for him."
Ian snorted softly and didn't speak.
He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Wenger on the sidelines, wanting to see the First Team Head Coach's reaction to the shot.
Unfortunately, Mr. Wenger was expressionless and couldn't tell anything.
"Bang!"
The Liverpool goalkeeper then sent out a goal kick, still choosing to kick the ball directly to the frontcourt to launch a quick attack.
The game returned to normal, and everyone focused their attention and started playing against the opposing players.
"Bang, bang, bang...!"
The sound of constant passing rang out, the rhythm on the field was very fast, the speed of possession changes was also very fast, and there were occasional fierce confrontations.
Don't think that Wenger sitting on the sidelines will only inspire Arsenal players, he will also inspire Liverpool players! Everyone on the field today is trying their best to show themselves, dreaming of being spotted by the Professor and soaring into the Premier League.
Many people are boldly making moves, whether it's the big positioning and flying tackles of defensive players, or the Bicycle Dribbling and Elastico of offensive players, all kinds of tricks to show off personal ability are emerging one after another.
"Oh...!"
"Get him! Get him! Good job!"
"Get past him!"
This also easily ignited the fans' interest. Watching such a game is sometimes more fun than watching a dull Premier League game.
The turning point that changed the course of the game appeared in the thirteenth minute of the first half. Arsenal captain Gilbert made a mistake and was intercepted. Liverpool quickly opened up their formation and launched a quick counterattack.
"Bang!"
When their winger found the Number 9 striker with a Precise Guidance pass, there wasn't much suspense left.
"Swish!"
Liverpool's Number 9 jumped high, heading the ball into the Arsenal net before Ian could react, leaving goalkeeper Hopkins helpless.
One to zero!
Liverpool took the lead! "Haha!"
"Yeah...!"
The Liverpool players laughed and rushed to the sidelines in groups of three or five, high-fiving each other, and finally hugged each other, freely releasing the joy of scoring.
Arsenal, on the other hand, fell into a brief silence, everyone lowering their heads and saying nothing.
Hans, on the sidelines, scratched his head, and he returned to the coaching seat with a slightly helpless expression, secretly observing Mr. Wenger's expression.
Still expressionless, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.
"My fault, sorry everyone."
On the field, Arsenal captain Gilbert raised his head first and waved to his teammates, "I thought it was over, a mistake is a mistake."
"It's okay, no one blames you."
"Let's do it again, it's still early, just chase one goal."
A burst of encouragement sounded, and Maël also walked up to him at this time and patted him on the back, "If you have a chance, pass the ball to me, I'll use a Long Shot to get it back, and you can get an assist to make up for it."
"Hahaha"
This half-joking remark made Gilbert smile faintly, but he did not refuse, "You said it, don't let me down."
"Of course."
Maël shrugged, then turned to face the attacking direction.
"Bang!"
As Arsenal's center forward Gabi restarted the game, Maël strolled back to the opponent's half, waiting for an opportunity.
Having just adapted to the rhythm of the youth team game, he had eliminated all the worries before the game, leaving only the expectation of scoring.
Now he has a certain ability to resist, and it is not difficult to stand his ground.
It is not difficult to stand his ground, it must not be difficult to get the ball, and it is also not difficult to complete the final shot accordingly.
As long as he gets two or three more chances, he is very confident that he can send the ball into the opponent's goal! Maël's second shooting opportunity came in the 21st minute of the game, and it was indeed captain Gilbert who passed the ball to him.
"Bang." After judging the path of the ball, he turned his head to observe, and after seeing the goalkeeper standing on the left, he led the ball towards the center, aiming at the far right corner.
"I'm coming!"
A confident shout sounded, and the Liverpool center back came out to defend, wanting to intercept Maël's shot.
He saw the confrontation between his own winger and Maël, and knew that the winger was no match, so it was better for him to defend himself.
He is strong and has excellent resistance among youth players.
Maël originally wanted to take a Two-Point Shot, but he noticed that the central defender was closing in too quickly, and a direct shot would likely be blocked by him.
Somewhat frustrated, he took a step forward with his left foot and used his right leg to forcefully thrust his body to the left, trying to knock the defender back.
"Bang!" The sound of bone and flesh colliding echoed as both of them staggered a step before regaining their balance.
Surprise was evident in the eyes of the Liverpool central defender. Considering his size compared to Maël, how could they end up in a stalemate? Unnoticed by most, Mr. Wenger's eyes flickered, slightly astonished.
"Boom!!"
A second later, Maël was the first to react, folding his right leg and unleashing a Cannon Shot towards the far corner of the goal.
The Football rose from the ground, with almost no spin, flying straight towards the far corner, constantly gaining height in the air.
"Thwack!"
Fortunately, the Liverpool goalkeeper moved swiftly, diving to his left just before the Football touched the net, pushing it away.
A brilliant save! This was everyone's first reaction on the field, because they all saw how high the quality of that shot was.
"Hoo..." The Liverpool goalkeeper took a deep breath, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his gloves.
Giving the opponent a corner kick was already the best possible outcome.
That Arsenal Number 31, is his Long Shot that good? "Boom!!"
Before Maël outside the arc could finish regretting, the corner kick had already been taken.
The first point was unsurprisingly taken by the taller Liverpool defender, who headed the ball out of the penalty area.
As for the second point... when the Liverpool players turned to look outside the penalty area, they saw a Pang that they were extremely unwilling to see.
A hint of panic appeared on their faces, as if they knew what was about to happen.
"Boom!!"
After stopping the Football, that figure stretched his body and exploded with a coordinated leg swing, once again unleashing an unstoppable Cannon Shot, like an ancient archer drawing a full bow and shooting a sharp arrow.
The Liverpool goalkeeper closed his eyes and dived towards the approximate path of the Football, but unfortunately, he missed.
When he reacted again, there was only the sound of the net rustling behind him, "Swish!"