Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 134 Relative Balance Without a Negative Foot? (Second Update)

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At Willie's training base, the team is holding an intra-team practice match.

With each step smoothly passed, the group moved about, weaving in and out, yet maintaining a well-organized manner.

"These players have grasped your tactical system very well!"

Lyman said with a smile.

Chang Chen-ting nodded but didn't say anything, keeping his eyes fixed on the court.

Or rather, he was staring at Wei Lai's feet!
"left!"

Wei Lai controlled the ball with his left foot, while simultaneously extending his hand to block Sanchez. He then flicked the ball outwards again with his left foot in the air, and immediately released it with his right foot after the ball landed.

Tsk!
Zhang Zhenting clicked his tongue softly, his brows furrowed.

"what happened?"

Liu Wei asked Zhang Zhenting.

The latter shook his head; "Let me think about it again! I'm not sure!"

Zhang Zhenting kept staring at Wei Laimeng, watching him skillfully control the ball with both feet, but immediately switch to his right foot when it came to passing the ball.

Even when he stops the ball with his right foot, he will consciously pause for a moment before passing the ball with his right foot.

Chang Chen-ting continued watching.

Wei Lai doesn't dribble much, but when he does, he touches the ball with his right foot.

However, when faced with intense pressure or interference, this guy will suddenly switch to using his left foot to touch the ball.

"Something's wrong!"

Chang Chen-ting immediately stopped the match!
"Wei Lai! Get down here!"

"what?"

Wei Lai blinked; "Me?"

"Come here!" Zhang Zhenting beckoned to Wei Lai, then called out, "The rest of you, continue!"

After saying that, he led Wei Lai to an empty court on one side.

He threw the ball over.

"Kick me with your left foot!"

Wei Lai didn't understand, but he still did as instructed.

Chang Chen-ting stopped the ball, pulled it a little further away, and threw it again.

"Kick it to me!"

Wei Lai did as instructed again.

Chang Chen-ting stopped again and asked, "Is it awkward?"

Wei Lai grinned; "It's awkward!"

He rotated his ankle and shook his left leg.

"I'm not feeling well!"

Lyman and Liu Wei also walked over out of curiosity.

At this moment, Zhang Zhenting led Wei Lai to a position about ten meters from the goal and placed the ball down.

"Left foot! Full power shot!"

Wei Lai: "I've never practiced with my back foot!"

"Shoot!" Zhang Zhenting said firmly.

Wei Lai could only grin, then immediately took a running start.

Liu Wei shook his head; "Shooting with the weaker foot, without systematic training, you can't generate power."

boom! !

Wei Lai's left foot lashed out at the ball like a whip, sending it hurtling into the goal like a cannonball.

Liu Wei stared wide-eyed at Wei Lai in disbelief, and exclaimed in astonishment:

"You're left-footed?"

Wei Lai also seemed stunned, looking down at his left foot with a blank expression.

Zhang Zhenting sighed and asked, "What do you think a weak foot looks like?"

Wei Lai: "It feels really awkward to kick!"

Chang Chen-ting: "Do you know what a true weak foot looks like?"

"What kind?"

"Without targeted training, it's no different from being disabled!"

Wei Lai blinked and looked down at his left foot again.

Lyman, standing to the side, looked at Wei Lai with his eyes shining.

"Reverse cognitive impairment!"

"What?" Liu Wei turned his head and asked.

Lehmann slowly said, "There are three types of players in football: those born without a weak foot, those who develop a weak foot through training, and players with a dominant foot. But ten years ago, European football suddenly introduced a brand new type of player: the relatively balanced player with no weak foot!"

"These types of players also have a dominant foot and a weak foot, but the proportion of weak foot slowness is not high, which is what is called relative balance. They have a dominant foot, so they think that the non-dominant foot is the weak foot, thus forming a reverse cognitive disorder. They think that everyone's weak foot situation is the same as theirs, and that they also play football with their dominant foot without deliberately activating their weak foot!"

“I met a player like this when I was in Europe. He was 25 years old! He always thought his dominant foot was his right foot and never tried to activate his inverted foot until a coach pointed it out to him. After just one year of activation training, he became a bipedal monster!”

"However, players with this kind of talent are extremely rare, almost as rare as those born without a weak foot!"

After saying that, he pointed to Wei Lai; "He most likely possesses this kind of talent!"

Zhang Zhenting looked at Wei Lai; "The football academy doesn't have training for the weaker foot?" "Yes!" Wei Lai said frankly, "But it's just simple practice to get a feel for it, there aren't any overly strict requirements. I'm used to kicking with my right foot, so I haven't paid much attention to my left foot!"

Wei Lai stared at his left foot with great curiosity.

Compared to his right foot, it's still quite awkward; he can't control the accuracy and power of his shots very well.

But there was no feeling of obstruction when exerting force.

Looking back on his previous life, Wei Lai realized that he hadn't deliberately developed his weak foot, nor had he thought about the problem of his weak foot.

"Lyman!" Zhang Zhenting turned his head and said, "He's in your hands now. Get his left leg back in shape within a year!"

Lyman was energized; "Six months! I guarantee he can train that well!"

Training your inverted foot in a relatively balanced way couldn't be easier!
After all, the most troublesome and difficult problem of exerting force has been solved.

"Relative balance without a weak foot? What's that?"

Inside the cafeteria, Xie Yuanneng looked at Wei Lai, completely baffled.

Wang Hao and the others also looked puzzled.

"Simply put, I have a dominant heel and a backward foot, but my backward foot isn't that disabled?"

"Huh?" Zheng Tao was still puzzled.

Wei Lai sighed, switched the chopsticks to his left hand, and tried to pick up the food a few times.

My fingers are stiff, my joints seem to be immobile, and I can't grip them frequently or with much force.

"what?"

Wei Lai tried several more times, but the problem persisted.

"Maybe." Wei Lai looked up blankly: "Only my feet are relatively balanced?"

"That's bullshit!" Wang Hao said, both amused and exasperated.

Xie Yuanneng: "But he definitely put power into his left-footed shot! His left hand is disabled, and his foot isn't his dominant foot? What kind of freak is this?"

"I don't understand!" Wang Hao shook his head and looked at Wei Lai again; "So, you can use both feet?"

Wei Lai shook his head; "Not yet. I can exert force with my left foot, but I can't control the precision and power. I need to do activation training!"

Upon hearing this news, Wei Lai was actually quite happy.

After all, this wasn't a talent he acquired through courses, but a genuine talent that belonged to him.

Moreover, this is a very rare talent in football – the ability to use both feet.

At the same time, Chang Chen-ting also started sending emails from his office.

“Dear Mr. Morton, I have encountered another problem. It is still the same player as last time. I have found that he is a rare player who is relatively well-rounded and has no weak foot. This discovery has changed my mind. However, I am conflicted about what model to use to develop him. I would like to get some of your advice!”

His current situation is...

Amsterdam, the capital of the Netherlands!

After passing the bustling fishing port, through the old church in the old town, and past rows of low-rise row houses, there is a fork in the road near the city's exit.

The sign at the fork in the road reads 'Pass through Macaulay 100'.

Continue along this fork in the road, and soon a huge archway will come into view, with a series of English words written on it.

Amsterdam FC

This is the heart of European youth training, the training base of the famous Atlético Amsterdam.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair, wearing a blue and white striped shirt and gray trousers, walked into his office with a cup of coffee in his hand.

The office was very simple, with only a desk and a sofa for guests, and no other decorations.

And the old man in front of us is none other than the renowned godfather of youth training, world-renowned manager, Alex Morton!

Mr. Morton picked up his reading glasses from his desk, put them on, turned on his computer, and said softly;
Let's take a look at today's work!

Ding Dong!

Email notification sound.

Mr. Morton couldn't help but smile when he saw the sender's name, and then picked up the phone next to him and dialed the number.

"Peschall, you lead the first team's training for now. I'll be leaving in half an hour!"

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Morton finally opened his email.

"Let's see what trouble our dear little crocodile has encountered this time?"

I opened my email and the first thing I saw was a greeting message.

There is a file attached, which is a resume.

There are also three match videos!

"This workload should take about an hour!"

After saying that, the old man opened the file and glanced through it briefly before looking at the first video.

"Hmm, it's that young player again? I remember his name is Wei?"

After watching the first video, the old man nodded slightly.

Open the second match video.

The old man watched for a longer time this time, dragging the progress bar back and forth several times, and at the same time, he couldn't help but tilt his head to the side.

When the third video was shown, the old man murmured a questioning sound.

"Well?"

(End of this chapter)