On November 6, before the home match against Ipswich.
Maël and Gareth Speed were invited to the interview area to receive their monthly awards, which came as no surprise to anyone.
Maël went without saying. If a player could be involved in seven goals in a single month and still fail to win the Player of the Month trophy, then he was most likely in La Liga during the era of the Messi-Ronaldo duopoly.
Born at the wrong time, running into two era-defining players.
As for Gareth Speed's Manager of the Month award, there was almost no suspense there either.
Thanks to the players' red-hot form, Sheffield United had played five league rounds last month, winning four and drawing one to stay unbeaten. That was the standard of a title-contending team.
There had been twists and turns along the way, but fortunately, they had all held their nerve and come through with perfect results.
"Thinking back on it now."
Holding the commemorative trophy, Gareth Speed said with a smile, "Last month felt like a dream. The team suddenly woke from its sleep and performed beyond normal, showing a level above its ability.
"I only tried my best to do the work I was supposed to do, and I received this honor. I'm truly flattered."
Maël stood beside him. He could understand how Gareth Speed felt. After all, this was the first achievement he had earned in his coaching career.
It was not easy for a player to become a coach.
On top of that, Gareth Speed's mental state seemed to have been problematic all along. He was constantly under high pressure, and life gave him very little positive feedback.
Now that he had won this, hopefully it could bring him some happiness and make him more determined to finish the