"Oh...!!"
In the Sheffield fan zone of the South Stand, thousands of fans wearing red and white Sheffield United jerseys burst into a deafening cheer, setting off the surrounding area near the South Zone, "Yeah...!!"
In the first two games, the team conceded six goals without scoring a single goal.
There was even the shameful experience of being shut out by the English Parliamentary team.
Their emotions had long been extremely suppressed, and only their deep love for the team supported them in every game.
Now, they finally saw a goal!
"Who is it? Who is that kid?!" Someone raised his hands to celebrate, with a ray of hope in his eyes.
"Evans! Evans scored the first goal of the new season!" Someone answered excitedly.
"No, I'm talking about the one who assisted! He is so smart, and his clever breakthrough and cross are done in one go!" The person who asked the question exclaimed and praised while asking.
"No. 31, never seen before!"
"I haven't seen him either."
"17 years old, loaned from Arsenal, seems to be called Maher, debuting today!" Someone checked the pre-match information and explained the confusion to everyone.
Since most of them were curious about the "assist player", Maher's name spread quickly throughout the stands, and elements such as his career debut were also well known to Sheffield United fans.
In order to let the young man off the court remember this wonderful moment and enjoy the treatment he deserves, some fans spontaneously organized and shouted his name.
"Maher...Maher!"
At first, this voice was still very small, until more and more people joined in, and the voice gradually resounded through the sky, "Maher...Maher!!"
On the substitute seat at the side of the court.
"Beautiful!"
Gilbert, wearing a substitute vest, had already had a fiery look in his eyes. This time he rushed out first, clenched his fists and shouted: "Maher, you did it!!"
They have been together for two months, and the other party's participation in the goal is actually no different from their participation in the goal.
Gilbert was happy from the bottom of his heart, knowing that after today his friend would reach a new level.
"Come on...!!"
Following him, Gary Speed rushed out. This young coach who had just experienced an emotional outburst did not expect the team to score a goal at this time.
His emotions were ignited again. He clenched his right fist and bent his body to punch the air to release his emotions, venting all his dissatisfaction just now.
After celebrating, Gary Speed cast his eyes to a place in the fan area, where the chief scout Jolson just turned his head.
It was a red face. It was too far away to tell whether there were tears on his face, but he must be very excited.
Gary Speed gave him a thumbs up, as if to say well done.
As for Kevin, the team coach on the side, his face was more surprised and complicated. Several emotions were mixed in his heart, making him unable to express anything.
...
In the arena, the hot atmosphere surrounded this place.
"Here it comes!"
Maher's hair stood up, and he ran towards Evans who scored the goal with his eyes wide open. It seemed like a fire was rising in his chest, forcing him to breathe in and out.
The first data in the professional arena, the first assist in the English Championship!
These are what he has been looking forward to for a long time, and finally arrived on this important day!
After seeing Evans running towards him, Maher stood in place and lowered his center of gravity, because he clearly caught Evans preparing to make a flying jump.
"Good pass! Good pass!"
Evans shouted and ran over, about one meter away from Maher, and jumped up and pounced on Maher.
"Beautiful play!"
Maher laughed and praised, and then felt a strong impact coming at him. He subconsciously raised his hands and hugged Evans.
Then, they hugged their shoulders and rushed to the fan area on the sidelines.
Other teammates soon followed, and most people congratulated the two.
"This must be an unforgettable day for you."
The team's midfielder Januhans came to Maher with a smile, put his arm around his shoulder and asked, "What else do you want?"
"Victory."
Maher smiled back and told his true thoughts. He didn't want to suffer the pain of failure on this day that should have been a day of joy.
His answer surprised many people. They thought Maher would say a goal or a second assist.
"Let's work together."
Evans stated his position. He was ready to give his all, but he didn't know about others. "What about you?"
"I don't want to leave Maher with a bad memory for this first time."
Januhans also expressed his thoughts. He looked at several close teammates and saw that they all nodded.
The group walked towards their own half together, cheering each other on in the process, and their morale was boosted a lot.
"Good job, kid!"
After returning to his position, Maher heard a voice from the backcourt. He turned his head and saw the team's goalkeeper Robert raising his hands to applaud him.
Robert is a rare veteran with a very successful career in the team. He is also the captain of Sheffield United. He is very kind and takes good care of him.
He thanked him and turned around. He felt that everything was great. New hopes and goals were waiting for him in front of him.
"Beep!"
The referee blew the third kick-off whistle, and the Cardiff City center forward kicked the ball out of the center circle.
Maher moved his legs again and rushed into the opponent's position. This time, his fighting spirit was even higher.
......
Kearney training base, youth team meeting room.
There was a delay here, but they still saw Maher's cross and Evans's midfielder.
"Bang!"
When the ball touched the net, Coach Hans, who had been unable to hold back for a long time, slammed the table heavily, and then raised his arms high, "The first assist! Maher's pass equalized the score! He is really amazing, so wonderful!"
Surprises came like waves, impacting their hearts.
"Oh..." The other Arsenal U17 players couldn't help but stand up and exclaimed. They either roared or clapped their hands, and they had already replaced Maher's role.
From the initial hearing that Maher was going to play, to discovering that Maher was the starting player, to now completing the assist contribution!
Everyone seemed to be in a magical picture scroll, unable to extricate themselves, but the familiar handsome face on TV told them that this was real.
"Don't block me! I want to watch him celebrate!"
"I want to watch too!"
"Didn't you hit the football at him? What are you looking at?"
"How long ago was that?"
"So handsome, if it were me, I would slide on my knees."
The players stretched their necks and watched Maher's celebration. Many of them even had spasms and numbness all over their bodies.
They hoped that the person on the screen was themselves!
That was the English Championship. I wonder how much more valuable it is to get an assist there than in their youth team league?
"Does the English Championship team have a bonus for assists?" A player asked curiously.
"1500 pounds!"
Hans turned around and smiled and replied: "And the bonuses of professional teams are usually after-tax amounts."
More people fell into a state of spasm. This kick was equivalent to more than half a month's salary for them. It was worth a thousand gold in every aspect.
...
Aix, France.
In Clermont's home, a family of five sat on the sofa, watching the game intently.
"Get the ball, pass him, okay!"
Clermont has the hobby of most male fans when watching football. He likes to be a coach, as if holding a handle in his hand, "Pass the ball, if it doesn't go in, I...ah...go in! Maher's assist!"
He stood up with the beer can in his hand raised high, and his excited eyes swept across the others, "Cheers to my nephew!"
The eldest and second sons in the family, as well as his wife, all raised their glasses and clinked them with him excitedly with a smile.
"Brother is so awesome!"
Ava didn't drink, and didn't understand what her brother had accomplished. She just kept clapping: "Brother made a lot of money, he's going to buy me eight pizzas!"
She was in the atmosphere group. Every time she saw Maher appear in the camera, she would dance to remind everyone.
"I knew he could do it!"
Clemont was already drunk, and he boasted with a red face: "Thinking back then..."