Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 190 We've struck gold! (Third update)

McCauley No. 100, Amsterdam Racing Training Center.

Morton is furious.

"What I see is a bunch of cowards! A bunch of losers kneeling on the field!"

"What a terrible game! In this stadium named after the Amstel River, which has nurtured everyone in this city, you have disgraced everyone!"

"0-3! You haven't scored a single goal. You chose to compromise instead of fight when faced with adversity!"

I'm ashamed for you!

Mr. Morton slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone.

The locker room was completely silent. Everyone had their heads down, not daring to make a sound. They dared not challenge this majesty. Although the lion was old, he was still a lion.

Buzz!

Morton's phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced around, giving everyone a fierce look before turning to them and saying, "Peshang, teach them a lesson. Two training sessions a day for the rest of the week! Until they learn what shame is!"

Pessan nodded and said coldly, "Everyone, come out with me!"

After saying that, he turned and left, and the first-team players of Atlético Amsterdam fled as if they were running away.

Morton then took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID: [Van Nestor]!
Mr. Morton rubbed his temples before answering the phone.

"I'm in a bad mood right now, so I'll get to the point!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

"It's here!"

"What?" Old Master Morton said impatiently, "I told you, don't try to fool me."

"evolution!"

Van Nestor succinctly stated, "In just two short months since I left, he has evolved again!"

Old Master Morton paused, his gaze slightly grave, and said in a deep voice:
Can you take responsibility for that statement?

“I can vouch for it! I saw it with my own eyes, and I got confirmation from him, even though I didn’t understand what he was saying, but he really did evolve!” Vannest exclaimed excitedly, “Sir, we’ve struck gold!”

Mr. Morton paused for a moment: "Is he playing in the U17 World Cup now?"

"Yes! The competition is about to start!"

Mr. Morton: "Get your equipment ready and record every single match. Send it to me as soon as the match is over!"

"What about Diego Ruma? His match is also taking place at the same time!"

"Let's ignore him for now!" Old Master Morton said seriously. "What I want to see is evolution, understand?"

"clear!"

pat!

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Morton sighed and said with emotion, "I hope you can give me a surprise!"

Ugh!
Mr. Morton sighed, "Athletic Amsterdam!"
Unless something significant changes, their return to the Champions League seems a long way off.

The competition will run from October 28th to November 5th, with a total preparation period of about one week.

During this period, all I did was train, train, train.

On October 31, all 32 participating teams arrived in Japan and began their active preparations.

On November 3rd, the teams were split up and assigned to their respective training grounds to conduct pre-match tactical planning and drills.

In fact, in order to save money, the organizers never intended to provide them with a separate training venue. They thought it would be fine to make do with what they had. It's not like it's the adult World Cup, why make such a big fuss?

But the participating teams were not happy about it.

Japan has few professional training grounds, so everyone else is crammed together. Whenever they practice tactical positioning, the opposing coaching staff doesn't even try to avoid them; they just stare intently at them.

Who the hell could stand this?
Can tactics still be devised?
Can I still practice?

Aside from Japan, all the teams protested en masse. The organizers finally couldn't hold out any longer and squeezed out some funds to find training grounds for them. Although the conditions were relatively poor, they at least had independent environments where they could practice freely. On November 4th, the last day before the match, each team received a notification to conduct some brief pre-match interviews.

Lu Chaokuan was sent by the Chinese national youth team to deliver a speech.

Of course, this is just a transitional phase. Apart from traditional powerhouses like Brazil, Argentina, and Spain, as well as the host nation, Japan's U17 team, the other teams receive almost no attention. Even if these things are filmed, it's only for their own fans.

Soon, the day arrived at November 5th.

The 2026 U17 World Cup is about to kick off!
Jiaozhou Province, Jiaozhou Weili Football School.

The U16 first-tier team completed a day of training, and the head coach announced its disbandment.

call!
Yuan Kai plopped down on the ground, turned his head and said, "This is really tiring! The training intensity for Level A is huge!"

Hao Ren nodded, "It feels much better than Class B."

In today's promotion assessment, both of them earned the opportunity to advance to the top-tier team.

I was somewhat happy, but not that happy.

They know that the current U16 First Division team is not the same team it used to be.

All the good guys are gone!
They have all basically entered the professional arena. Those who played in the reserve team went to the reserve team, and those who went abroad went abroad. Although it's not nice to say it like this, those who stayed are indeed those who don't have much talent.

"The U17 World Cup is about to start, right?" Yuan Kai said, gazing at the azure sky.

Hao Ren nodded; "The opening match is at 3 o'clock, and their match is at 5 o'clock."

what!
Yuan Kai suddenly let out a long sigh, looked up at the sky and said, "We're under the same sky, but why does it feel like we're living in two different worlds?"

Hao Ren also fell silent.

I didn't feel much before, since back then no matter how big the gap was, we were all youth training players.

But after turning 16, everything changed!

"Now I understand why Guo Fan wanted to go to Brazil so much back then," Yuan Kai said bitterly, turning his head. "It was a really unpleasant experience!"

"There's nothing we can do!" Hao Ren sighed. "We've already fallen behind."

"Why did he fall behind?" Yuan Kai turned his head and sighed. "Before, Wei Lai was the one at the bottom!"

Hao Ren: "But he's ahead of everyone now; that guy has been training really hard."

Yuan Kai: "Do you think hard work is useful?"

Hao Ren: "It might work! I don't know."

Yuan Kai shook his head: "Forget it, let's just lie down. We can't catch up with them."

Hao Ren grinned; "Compared to them, it's like asking for trouble. They're not even normal people."

boom!
The two turned their heads and looked over. They saw a guy wearing a U16 first division training vest training hard in a corner of the field.

"This guy is amazing! He skipped a grade this year, jumping directly from Grade C to Grade A!"

"I heard she used to share a dorm with Wei Lai, she must have been traumatized by him!"

"Hopefully he doesn't run into Wei Lai now; the shock would only be greater, and the gap would have already widened."

The two got up and headed straight for the dormitory building.

The training field was empty, with only the dull sound of balls being hit echoing continuously.

The boy sweated profusely as he repeatedly underwent tedious and repetitive training.

"effort!"

Cheng Haoran gritted his teeth: "All I can do is train harder!"

boom!
The ball flew forward in a slight arc.

Cheng Haoran looked up, and in the distance ahead, there seemed to be a blurry outline, distant and tiny, the figure no longer discernible.
(End of this chapter)