"Seven goals, eight assists!"
Maël had not held his pose for long before he felt someone throw a heavy arm around him. It was Gilbert's excited voice. "God, are you a loan player, or the best player in the Championship?"
"He's the best player in the Championship right now."
Evans, who had picked up an assist, was the second to arrive. He spread his arms toward them. "I looked at Sean Long's stats yesterday. He's been involved in fourteen goals this season, but Maël's got fifteen now!"
Sean Long was a Reading player, and also widely recognized as the strongest player in the Championship right now. He was only twenty-three, and could be considered brilliantly talented.
In the past, when Sheffield United's players thought of him, they mostly admired his ability, praised his talent, and envied his future. He had been an uncrossable gulf in their minds.
But looking at it now, their little brother Maël seemed to be ahead of him in every aspect. For a moment, while their hearts surged, these people also felt a few traces of something complicated. How exactly should they face Maël? Should they be proud that they had the chance to be teammates with a player like this, and shamelessly say a few times that Sean Long was nothing special? Or should they honestly place Maël in an even higher position, giving him even more respect than Sean Long?
Somehow, neither seemed right?
"He turned the tide!"
Janu Hans came up and sighed, then smiled as he reminded everyone, "Maël's already scored two goals to level the score. Let's not spend too much time celebrating. We need to hurry up and take the lead, or wouldn't we be letting him down?"
"Exactly."
Gilbert gave him a thumbs-up, then ran back toward their own