Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 196 What are you doing with the black guy?
"Hey!"

Yang Fan threw himself onto Chen Shaojie's bed.

"Get up!"

Chen Shaojie quickly ran over and pulled Yang Fan up, then patted the blanket and wiped away the dust.

"Do you fucking think I'm a bacterium?" Yang Fan laughed and cursed.

Chen Shaojie turned his head; "Don't touch my bed, this is my haven!"

Wei Lai rolled his eyes: "This guy is a germaphobe. You're sitting on my bed."

Yang Fan walked over and sat down, crossing his legs, and said, "Mari really charged forward fiercely!"

He Chaoyue stood against the wall and nodded, saying, "Not only did they charge forward fiercely, but they also controlled the high press very well. It was difficult for Spain to play a smooth passing game. In addition, their sudden forward runs after winning the ball made it into the opponent's position. It's understandable that they forced Spain to that extent!"

Wei Lai nodded: "So we must do a good job in defense. We can't play like we did in the first game. Canada didn't put much pressure on us in the pressing, and we controlled the game from the start. By the time they realized what was happening, we had already scored two goals. But Mali won't let us play like that!"

"Everyone, let's run! The second race feels like a marathon!" Lu Chaokuan said loudly.

Everyone also nodded.

Wei Lai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just take it seriously!
In fact, among all the teams in Group B, Spain is undoubtedly the biggest threat, followed by Mali.

Although the Canadian U17 team is a second-tier team, according to the original timeline, these guys lost all three of their matches.

The Chinese U17 team scored two goals against them.

The Spanish U17 team scored three goals against them.

In the third match, Mali scored five goals against them.

Therefore, strength cannot be judged solely by tiers, as there is a lot of exaggeration involved.

The first round of group stage matches has concluded.

Japan's U17 team narrowly defeated Poland's U17 team 1-0, upholding the dignity of the host country.

Brazil's U17 team defeated Iran's U17 team 3-1.

Argentina's U17 team defeated Senegal's U17 team 2-1.

France's U17 team defeated Burkina Faso's U17 team 4-1.

Mexico's U17 team lost 1-4 to Germany's U17 team.

South Korea's U17 team lost to the United States' U17 team 1-3.

But the most outrageous match was between the British U17 team and the New Caledonia U17 team.

"What? You're not human anymore?"

Inside the hotel restaurant, Yang Fan stared at the score on his phone and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The others also grinned.

"How did they manage to score like this?"

"Is England too strong or New Caledonia too weak?"

"Isn't this score absurd?"

Xiang Ming grinned; "We scored six goals, I thought that was enough, but I never expected England's U17 team to score such an astonishing 15-0!"

"Is this playing a game or padding stats?!" Yang Fan pointed at the top scorers list: "This England player, Finley Campbell, has scored six goals! Damn it! He's scored against our entire team's worth of goals?"

They thought that a six-goal lead was impactful enough.

Who would have thought that the England U16 team would pull off such a big stunt!
This isn't even a massacre, this is desecrating a corpse; the other side is already fucking dead.

"But he's really a coward!" Yang Fan said, pursing his lips. "He got hit by 15 balls."

Mao Biao felt uncomfortable looking at the score: "If they had any backbone, England would have had to give up one player when they were ten goals down, and then another player would tackle them so hard they couldn't take care of themselves."

This is trampling on the other party's dignity!
However, England is willing to do this kind of thing.

In this year's World Cup, England thrashed Uzbekistan, scoring 7 goals in a single match.

If the senior team is like this, the youth teams won't be much better.

"Da Mao! Xiao Xiang!" Wei Lai called out, turning his head towards the outside; "Come with me."

Mao Biao and Xiang Yu exchanged a glance and then followed.

In the hallway outside the room, Wei Lai looked at the two and said, "Mali's number 9 center forward, what are you planning to do?"

Mali's center forward, Madou Cannebia, is 192 cm tall and has a strong build.

Based on this match, Wei Lai paid some attention to Mali and thus knew that this guy would be playing in the Championship, the second division of England, in the future.

His performance in the Championship was also very good.

Mao Biao is currently 181 cm tall, while Xiang Yu is a bit taller at 184 cm.

But these two are still not enough!

Mao Biao and Xiang Yu exchanged a glance, and the former said, "We have some experience, but we can't say for sure that we can keep an eye on them."

Xiang Yu nodded in agreement: "We might need to find a solution on the flanks, and try our best to prevent them from getting a chance to attack."

Wei glanced at the two of them, pondered for a moment, and said, "How about this, I'll teach you some underhanded tricks tomorrow."

"Underhanded tactics?" Mao Biao asked curiously.

Wei Lai nodded; "They're just some small tricks on the defensive end. They're not exactly high-level, but they're very effective."

Neither Mao Biao nor Xiang Yu had any experience with professional football, so their playing style was too clean.

Although coaches may mention these issues during youth training, they don't go into detail, since it's not something worth promoting.

But we can't do without it!
Football matches are a very cruel thing; the outcome of a match is determined in 90 minutes.

Therefore, in addition to specific technical factors, some 'hand tricks' are also inevitable on the field.

It's all about winning!
If victory is within reach, this tactic must be used.

Simulated space, Premier League stadium.

Wei Lai ran while observing.

The moment the opposing player with the ball suddenly moved forward, Wei Lai darted out. He first used his arm to pull the ball away, making a quick contact and then leaving. After the opponent slowed down slightly, he placed his palm on the opponent's waist and pressed down hard.

This action forced the opponent to slow down again, and also put Wei Lai in front of his breakthrough channel, preventing him from completing the breakthrough as he wished.

The other side could only glare at Wei Lai before quickly moving the ball away.

Wei Lai let out a breath and ran back towards his defensive space.

The help he can provide in the Premier League is still very small, but even if it is small, he must provide positive value. Only in this way can he make progress.

The hair dryer coach was right!
Wei Lai's previous thinking was wrong!

While dragging out the game may allow you to play longer, it also shifts all the responsibility and risk onto your teammates.

If he continues to play like this at this stage, even if he is very capable, this habit will make him a slacker on the field, rather than a core player who can truly withstand pressure.

It must be positive value, not something worthless!
boom!
Wei Lai lunged forward with a sliding tackle, his toe lightly touching the ball and sending it into the open area ahead.

After that, there was nothing he could do to help.

Fortunately, his teammates had excellent physical abilities and won the battle in a fierce fight, successfully regaining possession of the ball.

Wei Lai immediately got up and threw himself back into the game.

This scene was also witnessed by the hair dryer coach on the sidelines, who slowly nodded in approval.

The next day, at the training ground.

The Chinese national youth team is undergoing specific training in preparation for tomorrow's match.

First and foremost, of course, is the overall coordination and adjustment of the deployment.

This is all in response to Mali's extremely high-intensity pressing and confrontation.

Xue Guohao also demanded that pressing players sprint and press with all their might!

"Ahead! Ahead!"

Kang Jianbin shouted loudly to pass the ball.

When his teammate lobbed the ball towards him, Kang Jianbin quickly turned around and bumped into Mao Biao.

His nose felt a little sore, but he didn't have time to care and ran forward again toward the landing point.

Suddenly, he felt a blockage in his lower back. He tried to push off the ground, but he couldn't get any speed up.

But the next second, a sudden lapse in concentration almost caused him to fall headfirst into the ground.

By the time he reached the landing point, Xiang Yu had already jumped up, raising his arms completely in mid-air, giving Kang Jianbin no space to jump and compete.

boom!
Head-shaking destruction.

After landing, Xiang Yu yelled at Mao Biao, "Big Mao! You're awesome! What a distraction!"

Mao Biao also gave a thumbs up: "Excellent judgment on the landing point!"

The two men complimented each other, leaving Kang Jianbin bewildered. He felt that something had definitely happened, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Are they treating Kang Jianbin like a buddy?" Yang Fan grinned.

He saw the whole thing clearly.

Mao Biao first blocked Kang Jianbin's position, preventing him from starting directly. Then he immediately reached out and pulled on Kang Jianbin's jersey, further hindering Kang Jianbin's start. When Kang Jianbin struggled desperately, Mao Biao suddenly let go, almost causing Kang Jianbin to fall headfirst to the ground.

After this, Kang Jianbin would have difficulty even running over, let alone competing for the top spot.

However, Xiang Yu conservatively raised his elbow to protect his surroundings and safely cleared the ball.

Wei Lai nodded slightly as he watched this scene.

It must be said that Mao Biao did a very good job. These kinds of tricks depend on the timing of their use. If used well, they can be very useful; if used poorly, they might result in losing points.

Initially, Wei Lai taught Xiang Yu these methods and key points, thinking that Mao Biao was too straightforward to learn them.

But as it turned out, Xiang Yu was clumsy in this regard and completely failed to grasp the essentials.

In contrast, Mao Biao was exceptionally gifted!

"what!"

Xue Guohao smiled wryly: "What a headache-inducing central defensive pairing!"

Initially, he assigned Mao Biao to hold the rear, while Xiang Yu was responsible for tasks such as restraint and interference.

This is based on the characteristics of the two players: Mao Biao is slow to turn, physically strong, and has accurate judgment of landing points, so he is suitable for playing defensively.

Xiang Yu is relatively fast, agile, and quick to turn, making him suitable for building interference barriers.

But this time, the two of them did the opposite.

Mao Biao was tasked with holding off the enemy, while Xiang Yu was responsible for trailing and contesting for the header.

This was not the scene he had imagined at all, but the effect was surprisingly good, which left him speechless.

"Change the players! Next batch!"

Wei Lai, Pei Le, Xiang Ming and others immediately stood up.

"It's our turn!"

"Xiang Ming! Cheer up, your role is crucial!"

"Don't worry!" Xiang Ming patted his chest and assured him, "Watch me dominate the battlefield!"

boom! boom! boom!
On the field, after a series of passes from the back, Wei Lai lobbed the ball in a small arc, and it landed precisely at Xiang Ming's feet.

With his back to the goal, Xiang Ming suddenly pulled the ball back and flicked it with his heel, then quickly started moving to the right.

With his excellent dribbling and ball control, this guy drew a big circle and made a high-speed forward run along the right side.

Meanwhile, He Chaoyue and Qianxi had already pushed into the opponent's restricted area.

"It's time to pass it on!"

Millennials are calling for the ball to be passed.

But Xiang Ming ignored him. As the other person rushed towards him, he suddenly stopped and then, with a thud, dribbled past the opponent.

"Fuck!"

Millennium and He Chaoyue pushed forward again.

Xiang Ming crossed the ball across the goal, and Qianxi, positioned at the far post, slid in and scored.

"can!"

Xiang Ming jumped up and punched the air: "Great form!"

On the sidelines, Xue Guohao and Liu Guowei nodded slowly.

"Not bad!"

"But there are some problems. Xiang Ming can't always have his back to the side. He should lean his body to the sides and maintain a sideways stance to fully open up his body. This way, he can skip the step of turning around and his counterattack will be faster!"

In the next attack, Xiang Ming received another pass from Zhang Yuan.

But this time, instead of breaking through, he pulled Jin Yaowen out.

At the same time, instead of dribbling past anyone, he simply passed the ball to his side.

Wei Lai suddenly followed up, swinging his left arm and kicking directly.

Swish! !

The ball flew in a huge arc towards the left side of the penalty area.

"Wow!"

Liu Guowei looked up at the magnificent arc.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I can't help but be amazed!"

As the ball landed, Millennium leaped up, his body shifting laterally towards the baseline, using his waist and abdomen to thrust his forehead forward.

He headed the ball to the far post.

He Chaoyue barely needed to move; she simply straightened her neck slightly and gave a gentle nudge.

The ball went into the net with a thud!

"Beautiful!" Millennium climbed back from the baseline and laughed loudly, "That pass was awesome!"

He finally understood why the team's senior members would look constipated whenever Wei Lai was mentioned.

With that arc and that landing point, no defender wouldn't be afraid!

call!
Wei Lai also slowly let out a breath.

It feels alright!

On the sidelines, Xue Guohao nodded: "It's starting to take shape, it should be able to show results tomorrow!"

Xue Guohao clenched his fist tightly, his eyes sharpening.

Tomorrow's game is crucial!

Spain is highly likely to defeat Canada.

Therefore, if they defeat Mali, they can advance to the knockout stage with Spain a round to spare.

The last match is just a contest to determine the first and second place teams in the group, so the pressure won't be that great.

However, he also knew that the Malian U17 team, having suffered a setback in the first round, would launch a fierce attack on the Chinese U17 team in this match, and only by winning could they hope to advance to the knockout stage.

Current points for Group B.

中国U17国家队，1-0-0，3分，6/0（进球/丢球）。

西班牙U17国家队，1-0-0，3分，2/1。

马里U17国家队，0-0-1，0分，1/2。

加拿大U17国家队，0-0-1，0分，0/6。

Bohai Port, a barbecue stall in the night market.

"Old Wei, over here!"

Old Chen raised his hand and waved it.

Wei Chenggong immediately went over.

"Damn it! It's almost over. These past few days have been agonizing. There's been so much to do at the factory that I haven't had a chance to be there, but my mind has already flown to Xiao Lai and the others."

After sitting down, Wei Chenggong took a big gulp of ice-cold beer.

"When are we going?" Old Chen asked.

Wei Chenggong: "The day after tomorrow, we'll be able to catch up with Xiaolai and them to play against the Spanish national youth team."

Old Chen nodded; "Isn't your wife going?"

Wei Chenggong shook his head: "My teacher Chen has to teach classes. She's nurturing the future flowers of our motherland, so I don't want to cause her any trouble. What about you? Aren't you coming with me?"

Old Chen sighed, "I have to go to Hong Kong; there are some things I need to discuss."

Wei Chenggong shook his head and raised his glass: "I mourn for you!"

Old Chen laughed and cursed, "Mourning my ass! Once this is over there, I'll fly straight from Hong Kong to Japan."

Wei Chenggong took a big gulp and exhaled, "We must win tomorrow's match. Let's not have another life-or-death battle when I get there."

"Trust Xiao Lai and the others! They can do it!"

"Yes!" Wei Chenggong nodded and raised his glass: "Come on! This glass is to the youth of China, may they be mighty!"

Old Chen laughed heartily and raised his glass:

"mighty!"

(End of this chapter)