Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 189 How did you do that? (Second Update)
boom! boom! boom!
The continuous and rhythmic sounds of the ball being struck echoed through the air.

The Spanish U17 coaching staff couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the third pitch.

Over there, a group of teenagers in red training uniforms were practicing tactical running and passing.

Three people attack, three people stand in position.

The passing and running should be carried out according to the predetermined angle, rhythm, and force.

This is a normal tactical passing and running drill.

But the key is his consistent one-touch passing, his rapid running, and his high-frequency passing with a strong sense of rhythm.

An expert would be able to spot the problem at a glance.

Vito Valdes, the head coach of the Spanish U17 national team, frowned slightly as he watched the training session at the third stadium.

He turned to the assistant coach and asked, "Do we have their information?"

The assistant coach immediately took out a document from the side, glanced through it briefly, and said, "It only contains information on a few players; it's difficult to collect information on the others."

Vito Valdes nodded to signal him to continue.

"China U17 National Team, player number 7, Chaoyue He, 16 years old, currently plays for our third-tier team, Duosang Club, and has scored two goals and one assist so far!"

"Player number 11, Ming Xiang, 16 years old, currently plays for Valencia U18 team. He has just become a key player and has some technical characteristics!"

"Player number 6, Shaojie Chen, 16 years old, currently plays for the Catanzaro City Union U18 team in the Italian Serie B, and is currently the starting defensive midfielder!"

"Player number 10, Lai Wei, 16 years old, is currently a key player for the first team of Jiaozhou Weili in the Chinese Super League. He has already signed a contract with Dutch Eredivisie team Atlético Amsterdam and will officially join the team in the Netherlands after the winter break!"

"Besides these four players, the other players have not yet joined the professional league, so detailed information is difficult to gather."

Vito Valdes frowned and asked, "Are they all 16 years old?"

The assistant coach nodded; "Yes, sir, most are 16, but there are also some 17-year-old players!"

"It's abnormal to be using 16-year-old players on such a large scale."

Hearing the head coach's words, the assistant coach hesitated for a moment and said, "The information also shows that some of them participated in the Spanish Football Federation's youth invitational tournament last year and won the championship!"

Vito Valdes thought for a moment and said, "Have Sonny keep an eye on this team!"

“What about Mali? They’re our real rivals!” The assistant coach paused for a moment.

The Mali U17 national team is probably their biggest rival in the group stage!
"After seeing this resume, do you still think so?" Vito Valdes frowned. "Don't let your thinking become rigid, don't judge based on stereotypes, it will only mislead your judgment."

The assistant coach nodded: "I understand!"

While the Spanish coaching staff was keeping an eye on the Chinese national youth team, the Chinese coaching staff was also keeping an eye on the Spanish national youth team's roster.

After all, this is the seeded team in their group.

Spain won the World Cup for adults this year, and their youth teams naturally received more attention, especially since Spain is a strong team in Europe!

Fortunately, they have an easier time gathering intelligence compared to the Spanish coaching staff, since those guys are quite well-known.

"It's not easy to kick!"

Liu Guowei grinned and said, "It's almost entirely composed of the core players from Spain's three top clubs. Besides players of the same age group, there are also many young talents who have skipped grades!"

"For example, this 17-year-old prodigy from Santuario, Roberto Kubaso, plays in the reserve team in the Spanish First Division and has already scored 4 goals this season."

Xue Guohao turned his head; "How many times did you appear?"

"14 substitute appearances!"

He continued, "Fernandez Abelilla plays for Valencia's reserve team in the Segunda División. He has made two substitute appearances so far, and his performance has been commendable!"

"Lopeso of Atlético Barcelona is also playing in the Spanish Second Division with the reserve team!"

"There are also a large number of U18-level prodigies who have skipped grades. We must be careful when facing them."

Xue Guohao nodded confidently and said, "Our firepower is not bad either. If the tactics are arranged properly, we are not without a fighting chance!"

After saying that, he looked towards the training field.

"Let's focus on training first!"

Meanwhile, on the first pitch, the coaching staff of the Canadian U17 national team watched silently. Their expressions were full of displeasure.

They could see the Spanish and Chinese coaching staff exchanging glances, but they never paid them any attention, not even a second glance.

China's U17 national team is a fourth-tier team, while they are only in the second tier!
Should we leave the second tier alone and focus on the fourth tier?
What kind of eyesight do you have?!
The Canadian coaching staff is indignant and will teach you a lesson once the game starts!

Just wait and see!
In the evening, in the lobby of the hotel where the Chinese national youth team was staying.

Wei Lai stepped out of the elevator, turning his head left and right as if searching for something.

Soon, he saw Van Nestor on the sofa by the window.

"long time no see!"

Van Nestor also waved to Wei Lai.

"I never expected you to come here!"

Wei Lai walked over and sat down. After some time away, Van Nessta didn't seem to have changed much.

“I went to Argentina and then came here. After all, there are two players I need to keep an eye on.” He smiled and looked at Wei Lai: “One is you, and the other is Diego Ruma!”

"That Argentinian prodigy?" Wei Lai asked, "Have you signed him?"

Van Nestor nodded; "Of course, we've already signed him, and you'll be teammates next season."

Wei Lai blinked; "Next season? He's joining in the summer?"

"Yes, he wants to finish the Spring Split!"

Argentina's league is strange; it's always changing.

Previously, the league was divided into upper and lower brackets, then it started using a round-robin system to emulate European leagues, and last year it launched a spring and autumn season, touting itself as an "Argentine-style league".

"Alright, I need to get back to work!"

Van Nestor took out a piece of paper and a pen, stared at Wei Lai, and said, "First, tell me, how did you do it?"

"Huh?" Wei Lai blinked; "What? How did you do that?"

“Control the game!” Van Nestor stared at Wei Lai seriously. “I’ve watched your two warm-up matches. You’re controlling the game, you’re controlling your teammates!”

"Dude, I only told you what organization was back in July, and just two months later you're already controlling the game. You see all the space, no! You're creating space. Tell me, how did you do that?"

Wei Lai looked at Van Nestor in surprise: "You actually figured it out!"

Van Nestor said smugly, "Of course, that's how I make a living. Tell me now!"

Wei Lai scratched his head: "Pass the ball!"

"Pass the ball?" Van Nesta raised an eyebrow, looking down to take notes; "Explain in more detail!"

"It's about passing the ball, using guiding passes and runs to connect with teammates. I'll give him some lead time so he can run to the appropriate position, and then, depending on the situation, I'll keep passing the ball out, gradually integrating and utilizing the space. While my teammates are advancing, the opponents are also moving, and new spaces appear. I can then use these to create a completely new space and situation, slowly eroding the rhythm."

Wei Lai thought for a moment and then directly quoted the puppeteer's coach.

“I can’t influence the entire opposing team by myself, but it’s different if it’s our whole team. So I just need to guide my teammates to the corresponding positions by passing the ball, and then the opponent will move according to my plan. Of course, this is not an easy thing, but it’s possible to create space on my own.”

Wei Lai scratched his head; "That's about it!"

Van Nestlé stared at Wei Lai, unable to write a single word in his notebook.

the reason is simple.

He didn't understand!

Or rather, he simply didn't have any concept of it.

Can teammates be guided?

Is the opponent manipulable?

what is this?
But Wei Lai did indeed do that in that match.

(End of this chapter)