Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 120 European Style (Please add to your favorites)
"Push them down! We can't let them run away anymore!"

"Press! Press!"

"Put pressure on them!"

Shanghai Hongyun couldn't stand it anymore.

Jiaozhou Wely had possession of the ball for too long, which was rapidly draining their energy.

Each forward transmission creates a slight threat.

Although they haven't scored yet, if this continues, their defense will eventually be torn apart by Jersey and Rubio.

Shanghai Hongyu suddenly increased their pressing pace, which led to a rapid increase in the passing speed on the field.

Everyone needs to speed up their running!
We need to increase the speed at which we handle the ball!
Running speed also increased!

In this environment, the error rate also increases.

Soon, Willie was pushed back to the left sideline. Although he still had possession of the ball, the opposing team had already closed in.

"Too small! The kick is too small!"

Wei Lai rushed over.

"Take it out!"

But Xie Yuanneng panicked and kicked Teng Qiang directly in front of him.

Faced with pressure, Teng Qiang actually passed the ball back.

This kick was aimed at Wei Lai, and it was a half-high ball.

Damn it! !
Wei Lai got furious!
This is putting pressure on yourself!
I'm here to experience it, not to clean up your messes.

Half-high balls are the most difficult to handle, and Shanghai Hongyun has already turned around and rushed towards Wei Lai.

Wei Lai gritted his teeth as he watched the ball fly towards him.

We can't lose this ball!
He leaned back slightly, used his waist and abdomen to twist his body sharply, and at the same time, his right leg swung like a whip, directly like a ball.

boom!
Wei Lai gritted his teeth and swung his right foot down sharply.

"Suppress it!"

Accompanied by a solid, sharp sound.

This cross spanned half the field and flew towards the unoccupied area on the left.

There, full-back Perarde suddenly appeared, raised his left leg to control the ball, and then made a high-speed run forward along the empty left corridor!
"Holy crap! Counterattack!"

Liu Wei suddenly stood up.

The coaches were also stunned by Wei Lai's brilliant shot.

Not only the coaching staff of Jiaozhou Weili, but also the coaching staff of Shanghai Hongyun stood up and looked at the field in astonishment.

Currently, the entire defensive line of Shanghai Hongyun is concentrated on the right flank.

Wei Lai's quick pass shifted the attacking line directly to the left flank.

The large gap on the left allows Jiaozhou Weili to freely maneuver around.

"Go! Go ...!"

Pelad roared excitedly.

Wei Lai's footwork was brilliant, and his sudden movement was satisfying as he strode forward.

Approaching the penalty area, Perard passed the ball across to Jersey and pressed forward again.

Perard, Rubio, and Chen Jinyu pushed the defense directly into the penalty area.

On the perimeter, there wasn't a single defensive player near Jersey.

"Damn it!" Chen Lingpeng exploded.

But by the time he tried to interfere, it was too late.

Jersey made full adjustments for the shot, and then curled a shot into the net.

Swish! !

The ball hit the top right corner precisely.

In the 13th minute, Jiaozhou Weili scored the first goal.

At the same time, Wei Lai squatted on the ground, panting heavily.

It's not from being tired!

It was his mother who was scared!

That was a fluke!

Only by suppressing the ball can a counterattack be launched; if the ball cannot be suppressed, it will fly directly out of bounds.

Even if it goes out of bounds, it's still better than being intercepted and caught on a counter-attack.

This shows that Wei Lai made a decisive decision!

If he hesitated for even a second, he would be surrounded and trapped.

Hey! That was an amazing shot!

After the three Jersey players finished celebrating, they approached Wei Lai together. Their counter-attack was sharp, but it was Wei Lai who created the opportunity.

Especially that sharp cross-field pass, it was so damn exciting to watch!

"I have no choice!" Wei Lai shook his head; "If we don't get out of this predicament, we might be counterattacked by the other side."

The three foreign players exchanged glances, grinned, and mumbled something in their chatter.

Finally, Jersey shook his head and sighed, "It seems you haven't realized one thing yet."

"What?" Wei Lai asked, puzzled.

"Why did you move it like that?" Jersey looked at Wei Lai and laughed; "If you wanted to cause damage, why not just destroy it along the right sideline?"

He pointed to his head.

“You know, the left side was open, or rather, your body acted first! This is very common in the top five leagues! That's what I find strange.” Jersey shrugged; “You're like a battle-hardened warrior, but you're only 16!”

Wei Lai was taken aback.

He seems to have experienced this state before, a sudden, subconscious physical reaction.

Perhaps this is the gift that top-level matches have given him!
"Perhaps!"

Wei Lai could only try to gloss over the situation.

Even if you say you've played dozens or hundreds of top-level matches, they won't believe you!

Perhaps his mindset on the game has already become like that of the English Premier League.

Coach's bench at Jiaozhou Weili.

"You guessed, didn't you?"

"It must have been a fluke!"

"But can we just guess like that?"

"Ha~~ I really don't understand!"

All the coaches covered their heads.

Wei Lai's performance once again exceeded their expectations.

Like this pass, this ball was a fluke, but can it really be that lucky?
What a liar!
This isn't destruction!

This is a transfer!
Who's vandalizing this place so far away?!

Wei Lai definitely understood the gap on the left side. Even if he hadn't consciously thought about it, the situation on the field had already formed a three-dimensional image in his mind.

If it was done intentionally!

That's awesome!
But what if you do it subconsciously!
That would be incredibly awesome!

French midfield maestro Rafael once said that many of his choices in a match were subconscious actions, requiring no deliberate thought.

He believes that in a rapidly changing competition, intuition is sometimes more useful and more important than thinking.

"Let's see!" Zhang Zhenting rubbed his temples, then suddenly grinned and sighed; "Why do I have a feeling he won't stay long?"

Even though he hasn't played a single league match, the various qualities this kid has displayed are just so damn European!

On the bench of Shanghai Hongyun, head coach Camon is exchanging ideas with the translator.

After a moment, the translator approached the team leader.

"Mr. Camon said," the translator pointed to Wei Lai on the field, "is there any way to buy him?"

"Huh?" The team leader was stunned.

"That...16 years old?" the team leader confirmed again.

The translator nodded: "That's right, it's Wei Lai. Mr. Camon said he should be cheaper, and that he's worth the price, even if it's a bit more!"

"This..." The team leader's mouth was a little dry.

Is Weilai cheap?
Cheap!

How much can a 16-year-old player cost?

But the problem is
"That's Prince Willie!" the team leader exclaimed, both amused and exasperated. "If we try to seduce him, Willie will fight us to the death!"

The translator nodded and turned back to relay the message.

A moment later, he ran over again.

He pointed awkwardly at Wei Lai; "Mr. Camon asked again, do we have this kind?"

"No midfielders!" The team leader immediately shook his head, then thought for a moment: "We do have a striker?"

The translator relayed the message again, and then returned.

"Mr. Camon has asked that striker to come for a trial with the first team tomorrow!"

The team leader scratched his head and looked at Camon.

"This old man is really craving it!"

Don't even mention Camon, he was craving it too!
Is this how a 16-year-old behaves?

Something's really not right!
(End of this chapter)