During training the next day, Maël began to make his first attempts at gauging the level of his speed among Championship players.
According to his previous feedback, a level 3 skill was extremely outstanding and effective in the Championship, and even against Premier League players, he probably would not be afraid.
But speed, as a vital ability in football, was something most players possessed, and every team had a few speedsters.
This had nothing to do with the level of the league. Even at a League Two club, there was a good chance of finding a player known for his speed.
Bang, bang! Bang!
During one-on-one dribbling training, Maël made fewer body feints and mostly just took a simple touch before immediately using an Explosive Dribble to break through.
Very few people could keep up with him. In the first few steps after he pushed off and exploded forward, he could quite easily leave behind some defenders with average speed.
This increased his confidence, and he began using even more violent, big Explosive Dribbles to break through.
If nothing else, knocking it past and chasing really did feel great.
This kind of absolute physical dominance could give someone incredibly strong feedback and experience, making them deeply addicted to the feeling.
"What's with him?"
Gradually, the Sheffield United players noticed Maël's abnormal behavior today, and quite a few of them secretly watched him with astonished expressions.
Had this guy gone crazy today?
Why did he keep knocking the ball past people, and why was his success rate so high? Fortunately, Maël had possessed a certain level of speed for quite some time, which had given them some process of acceptance, so they did not immediately start digging to the bottom of it.
"You can really run?"
Only after training ended did