Capítulo 17: Chapter 17: Gilbert's Enlightenment and Crossing Level 1
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July 2nd, Sheffield City Center, Cherry Street.
After some time of selection, Maël and Gilbert finally settled on an apartment in the center of the street.
It was a nine-story British-style building, conveniently located with good transportation and complete living facilities, and even had a large gym on the ground floor.
Their apartment was on the sixth floor, about 115 square meters, with two bedrooms, one living room, and two bathrooms, modernly furnished and fully equipped.
One could say that it met all of Maël and Gilbert's requirements.
They spent most of their time at the club, only returning to rest at noon and in the evening, so they just needed a comfortable and convenient place to live.
After settling everything, Maël and Gilbert lay on the soft sofa to rest.
Johansson was also there, having helped them all day.
"Thanks, Johansson."
Maël expressed his gratitude, and Gilbert followed by waving at him.
Johansson shook his head to indicate it was nothing, then stood up and walked to the window, pointing to a spot: "Do you see Bramall Lane Stadium? You can see the top of the building from here."
"That's Bramall Lane?"
Maël was somewhat surprised as he approached the window; he hadn't noticed the view outside earlier.
Bramall Lane was Sheffield United's home ground, capable of accommodating 30,000 fans for a match.
On match days, the area was always crowded and noisy, filled with Sheffield United's red elements.
"Yes, it's a stadium built in the city center."
Johansson smiled, proud, and his eyes sparkled, "I played there for seven years, making ninety-two appearances."
Gilbert also walked over, his eyes filled with longing, "I hope I can make an appearance there too, even just ten times."
"Because of the 8,000 pounds weekly salary?"
Maël turned his head and joked, then shifted his gaze back, his eyes glowing with enthusiasm. He, too, was eager to play in a large stadium.
It would be a completely different experience.
Tens of thousands of fans shouting in unison, every challenge and brilliant moment met with thunderous cheers!
The emotions of tens of thousands of people converge, waiting for the goal that will ignite their passion.
And ultimately, they would erupt in a frenzy.
"No matter what, you will have your chance."
Johansson stepped away from the window, picked up the keys from the coffee table, "Let's go, I'll take you to the training base to familiarize yourselves with the place."
The two men retracted their gazes, but the seeds of determination were already planted in their hearts. They were determined to step onto Bramall Lane Stadium as soon as possible.
As they were about to leave, Maël suddenly called out to Gilbert, seemingly remembering something, "Why don't we bring our cleats and have a kick-around?"
Gilbert was taken aback and looked at Johansson, "Is that okay?"
For people who dealt with football every day, not playing for a day or two could really make their feet itchy.
"Of course it's okay."
Johansson smiled and nodded, "A professional team wouldn't restrict players from playing. The team will gather on July 10th, and before that, you can use the first team's training ground anytime.
"After that, if you want to practice more, there are no restrictions. Just use the other fields that aren't in use."
Maël and Gilbert exchanged a smile and started rummaging through their luggage for their cleats.
"By the way."
Just as he reached his suitcase, Maël slapped his forehead, "These past few days have been so busy, I haven't had time to buy cleats."
How could he have forgotten something he had been longing for so long?
"What should we do?" Gilbert squatted by his suitcase and turned to look.
"Why not buy some?"
Johansson suggested, "There's a pedestrian street two miles away that specializes in sports goods."
"Let's go!"
Maël waved his hand, and the three of them set off for the pedestrian street.
Half an hour later, they emerged from the pedestrian street, each carrying at least four shoe boxes, looking quite awkward, like shoe merchants restocking their inventory.
Gilbert really wished he had just given Maël a pair of his own shoes.
Johansson also regretted mentioning the nearby specialty stores, not realizing that Maël was such a collector.
"Let's hurry up."
Only Maël walked at the front, looking refreshed and smiling warmly, occasionally urging the others.
He no longer had to worry about his cleats coming apart or whether he had the money to buy new ones.
At 2:30 PM, Sheffield Training Base.
Since there was no one around, Johansson greeted the gatekeeper and drove the car directly to the first team's training field.
Maël and Gilbert got out of the car with their cleats, looking around the new training base where they would spend the next year.
In terms of scale, Sheffield United's training base couldn't compare to the Colney Training Base, and the facilities were not as complete.
But the environment was beautiful, rich in green plants, and had a sense of tranquility.
"Not bad, and it's close to where we live."
Maël closed his eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air, then stepped into the training field, onto the grass.
Gilbert did more warm-up exercises. He first pulled back his right foot that was about to step onto the grass, awkwardly switched to his left foot, then touched the ground with his right hand and made the sign of the cross.
"What are we practicing?"
During the warm-up, Gilbert looked at Maël curiously, "I've already decided on the way here that once we get to the club, I'll follow you to practice every day.
"I'll follow your lead completely, after all, the results of your extra practice are evident."
Maël thought for a moment and gave a mischievous smile, looking at Gilbert's innocent face, "Sure, I'll do the crossing, and you'll head the ball; then one-on-one, I'll attack, and you'll defend."
Gilbert nodded, adding his own thoughts, "We'll switch roles after a few rounds, right?"
"No."
Maël shook his head, "We won't switch."
Gilbert's brows furrowed as he thought for a moment, then said, "Because focusing on one skill for a long time improves it faster?
"I get it, you have a method."
Maël glanced at him with a slightly evasive look and didn't say anything more.
"Pong! Pong! Pong!"
The sound of passing quickly filled the entire training field, but there weren't many balls that Gilbert could accurately head into the goal.
Most of the time, he could only shoot from the side or jump to catch the ball. The quality was really not high.
After half an hour, Gilbert couldn't help but ask, "How about I do the passing for a while?"
"Here it comes!"
Maël's response was a shout and a whistling football.
With no choice, Gilbert had to endure the monotony and continue, using all his skills to 'catch' Maël's crossing balls.
Gradually, Gilbert realized that by judging Maël's body posture and foot shape, he could roughly determine where the crossing ball would land.
At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly flashed with enlightenment, followed by a mix of disbelief and fear.
He seemed to have learned how to judge the landing point?
"Don't just stand there."
Maël kicked another ball, intending to ask Gilbert what was wrong, but he saw the familiar lines of text appear before his eyes.
[Skill: Crossing Level 1]
[Proficiency: (29/100)]
[Effect: You gradually realize that as a winger, having a good crossing ability is essential. You start to train day and night, but your accuracy and quality are still far from satisfactory.]
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