Maher was a little confused. Could it be that improving physical skills was more difficult than technical skills?
This does make some sense. After all, the training of physical attributes is a longer-term process and relies more on talent.
Each person has great differences due to factors such as genetics and acquired dietary environment.
What Maher should consider now is whether he should set aside time for strength training?
He had talked a lot about theory before, but that was because he only had one skill, and he was not sure how to acquire new skills, so he didn't want to waste time trying.
Now that he has it, and it is a crucial skill, he can't just sit back and do nothing.
"There are currently seven trial players in the team, and your contracts will all expire in early July."
Coach Hans' voice rang in his ears, and Maher temporarily put his thoughts aside and listened to him.
"But you all know that there are only two open spots on the team."
Hans passed by where Maher was, took one look at him and said, "Only two people can stay. There will be no favoritism. Everything will be based purely on strength."
Maher knew that these words were directed at him. Coach Hans was nice to him, but that didn't mean he would look at him with tinted glasses, especially during the selection process.
This is human nature, and he admires people who can clearly distinguish between public and private affairs.
Because they can balance fairness and personal feelings.
"We have a friendly match against Liverpool U6 on June 30th and I will send all the trial players."
Hans' voice rang out again: "Impress me and the coaching staff with your performance!"
Maher's eyes moved. Today is June 6th. He still has seventeen days to intensify his training and improve his skills.
If I can improve my long-range shooting to level 3 before then and score one or two goals in the youth team's game, I will make a big splash.
By then, let alone staying, it is possible that he will be spotted by other professional teams and sought to be loaned out.
He was dreaming of entering the professional arena, and as he was thinking, he began to think about how to allocate his training time.
It is better to start with yourself and try to give yourself more confidence.
Seventeen days left.
In other words, as long as he improves his long-range shooting proficiency by 20 points every day, he will be able to improve his shooting to level 3 before the game.
The basic proficiency of strength is higher, and if it increases by more than 10 points every day, it can be upgraded to level 2 before that.
Perhaps, it is worth developing on two fronts?
"If I participate in the youth team competition with level 3 long shot and level 2 strength, it shouldn't be difficult to stand out."
Maher made the decision and without further thought, focused on the current strength training.
Because he had overdrawn his body in the previous two days, he seemed a little tired during training.
But this will not slow down his training intensity. Only when people are on the edge of their limits can they improve fastest.
He believed that the same was true for the proficiency panel.
When the training was over, he called up the strength proficiency panel again.
[Skill: Strength lv1]
[Proficiency Progress: (133/300)]
[Effect: You.]
He had already been training for about an hour when the panel appeared. It seemed that the effort in the last half hour alone had improved him by another 4 points!
The improvement speed was faster than he imagined.
Don't worry, after finishing shooting training every evening, go to the gym to work out!
About 2 miles away from the gym, there is a building full of red gunner elements.
This is the administrative building of the first team, where the staff and coaching staff work. It also houses the first team's canteen, conference room, physiotherapy room, etc.
Compared to other places in the base, this place is more like another world, with people coming and going and a bustling crowd. Everyone who comes in and out seems to have extraordinary demeanor.
Suddenly, everyone in the building put down their work and looked towards the door.
A tall old man with gray hair walked over from there. He was both elegant and fierce. He walked quickly, as if he was in a hurry.
The moment you see him in person, you will absolutely believe that this person will stand out wherever he goes, as if he is born to attract attention. "Mr. Wenger."
"Good afternoon, Coach Wenger."
Many people greeted him, and he just nodded in response and walked quickly towards the office.
An assistant coach quickly followed and realized that something bad must have happened and the professor was angry.
Pushing the door open and entering, the assistant coach heard the sound of a lighter, Wenger lit a cigarette.
This seemed to have become an important way for him to relieve stress. Whenever he was worried, he would light up one cigarette after another until he started coughing.
"Phyllis."
Wenger saw him come in, stared at him seriously, and asked earnestly: "If I want to leave Arsenal, will you go with me?"
"I?"
Phyllis was stunned for a moment, then nodded blankly: "I will, sir, but..."
"But that's impossible, is it?"
Wenger took over the conversation, smiled dumbly, and took a deep puff of his cigarette, "Everyone thinks it is impossible for me to leave the team, even I myself can't think of any way to leave the team.
"After all, it's been more than ten years."
He raised his eyebrows as if to make fun of himself, hesitated for a moment and began to talk, "We still haven't invested in the summer window, we have to bear our own profits and losses."
It was obvious that the comment about leaving Arsenal was a joke and he was just angry.
"Is old Kroenke really that ruthless?"
Phyllis frowned, incredulous: "Then why did he buy Arsenal? To put together a football team for his sports empire?"
"He wants to buy out Arsenal's entire stake, the 30% held by Usmanov."
Wenger has obviously had numerous in-depth discussions with Kroenke and knows the reason very well, "but the latter also wants to invest in full, and the two have been at a stalemate."
He stood up and walked to the window, smoking in one hand and picking up the telescope in the other to observe the Kearney training base.
When he is under a lot of pressure, he always likes to look into the distance and see the energetic faces of the youth team, which gives him more motivation.
"The two of them have made up their minds to invest in the company. Are they afraid that their investment will cause the other party to have a premium on their equity?"
Phyllis seemed to know something and sighed: "But why couldn't these people think of you when they were fighting?
"Why would the bank need you when they need a loan but now abandon you and the club?
"Is this Arsenal theirs or yours?!"
Wenger shook his head, his eyes fixed on one place, observing without turning his head.
After a long while, he put down the telescope and said, "There's an interesting guy over there."
"what?"
Phyllis was caught off guard by the speed of Wenger's change of thought. Wasn't he just talking about Kroenke?
"I saw him at the training ground almost all day yesterday at the weekend."
Wenger walked back to his office and chuckled, "We just finished our morning training today, and then we practiced harder. We were exhausted many times."
"It's not a good idea to train like this."
Phyllis replied, then shook his head: "Besides, football is very much about talent, and hard training has nothing to do with improving ability."
"I just say he's interesting, and I'm curious how long he can last."
Wenger lit up another cigarette, his expression slowly turning serious: "Next, let's talk about the team. It's time to transfer a few players from the youth team and call back a few players on loan.
"The depth of the team's bench this season can only rely on our own people."
Phyllis lowered her head, her expression heavy.
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