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Chapter 198 Three Minutes! Two Goals Created!
Madu Cannebia charged frantically toward Wei Lai, but when the two were still about three meters apart, Wei Lai lightly passed the ball away.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Madu Kanebia was furious.

He's been being run around like this for ten minutes now.

He immediately turned and rushed towards Yang Fan.

Snapped!
Yang Fan passed the ball to Wei Lai again.

"Damn bastard!"

Madu Cannebia turned to look at Wei Lai, who then passed the ball to the far post and looked at Madu Cannebia.

His expression seemed somewhat confused.
'Go after them! Why aren't you going after them yet!'

"Son of a bitch!"

Madu Kanebia was furious.

"Come up! Push forward!" He roared furiously at his teammates in his own half of the court, "Do you want to see me being kited around? Don't forget we're behind, push forward! You bunch of lazy bastards!"

Wei Lai couldn't understand what this guy was saying, but that didn't affect his judgment.

After running a few steps to the left, Wei Lai once again passed the ball back to the safe half of the field.

Madu Kanebia's face turned purple with anger.

Meanwhile, the midfielders in Mali's half looked at each other in bewilderment.

They really didn't expect that the Chinese national youth team would just keep passing the ball around and actually refrain from attacking.

I was looking for an opportunity to launch a counterattack, but it seems like there isn't one!

"Aren't you going to attack?" Zhan Jing couldn't help but grin as he watched the game. "You're so patient!"

Zhang Lu exclaimed, "We don't need to attack. Just like Wei Lai's choice, we just let them run around, maintain our advantage, wait for them to make mistakes, and then widen the score gap. That's the smart way to play. Wei Lai did a great job; his choice was correct!"

Zhang Lu understood why some of his friends always referred to Wei Lai as a "sly fox".

This kind of playing style and patience is quite normal for a seasoned veteran.

But it always feels a bit strange for a hot-blooded 16-year-old to play football like this!

But this is indeed the best option at present.

There's absolutely no need to invest in offense; all you need to do is use passing and control to maintain continuous control of the field. This not only wears down the opponent's stamina but also affects their mentality—a double win!

After 30 minutes, the game remained somewhat dull, and the Malian U17 team seemed to have figured it out.

These Chinese people never intended to attack!

They're just wasting time!
And they really couldn't hold back anymore!
"asshole!"

"He's playing us for fools!"

"Go up! Push them down!"

"Don't let them show that hateful smile again!"

Instantly, the Malian U17 midfielders sprang into action.

The midfielders then moved into the Chinese U17 team's half, and the defense immediately pushed forward as well.

"coming!"

Alarm bells rang loudly in Wei Lai's head.

He immediately passed the ball back and pulled back a bit more.

Wei Lai's eyes were fixed on the opponent's midfield.

"A little closer! A little deeper!"

Just as the opposing team advanced again, Wei Lai suddenly made his move.

"Army!"

Lu Chaokuan passed the ball to Wei Lai, and at the same time, without stopping, he made a diagonal forward run towards the center axis.

Wei Lai also dropped back to receive the ball.

As the two players crossed paths, Wei Lai tapped the ball lightly with the instep of his foot, sending it back to Lu Chaokuan.

Lu Chaokuan shoved the ball forward with a burst of speed, instantly dribbling past two Malian youth team players.

"Beautiful! That cross-run was brilliant, instantly neutralizing the pressure from the Mali youth team. Lu Chaokuan passed the ball to Pei Le, who then passed it forward!" Zhan Jing's eyes widened as he saw a vast expanse of red figures sweep across the field.

"They've retaliated!!—"

Zhan Jing roared.

"Seven people!! A counterattack by a full seven people!! A change in rhythm, God! Seven against four!"

He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, Qian Xi, Pei Le, Yang Fan, Lu Chaokuan, Zhang Yuan.

All seven men were committed to the attack.

Wei Lai did not participate, but instead formed a three-man defense with Mao Biao and Xiang Yu in the backfield.

The seven players surged towards Mali's penalty area, sending shivers down the spines of the Malian defenders.

They were completely unable to make a judgment and had no idea which one to defend.

Xiang Ming received the ball and turned his head to pass it towards his left side.

"Coming!"

Yang Fan suddenly accelerated a second time, his entire body moving at high speed, directly breaking through the defense line.

He received the ball, flicked it to the side, made a simple adjustment, and then unleashed a powerful right-footed shot.

boom!
This kick was powerful and heavy, like a cannonball smashing towards the goal.

The Malian goalkeeper made a desperate save, his fingers brushing against the ball, but to no avail.

Swish!
The ball goes into the net!

32 minutes, China's U17 team 2-0 Mali's U17 team!

"Isn't that awesome?"

Yang Fan rushed to the corner flag, knocked down the club with a flying kick, and patted his chest while shouting loudly towards the stands.

"Cattle!"

"Awesome! Yang Fan!"

"Just do it!"

"Holy crap! Seven against four! When those seven guys charged across the halfway line, I was so scared I almost jumped up. Then I came to my senses and realized, damn it! They're ours!"

"Awesome! This attack was amazing! The sudden change in rhythm not only neutralized the high press but also caught the opponent completely off guard!"

"No way! This national youth team is a bit too advanced, isn't it? They played so well, so calmly."

"If you're going to call yourself a genius, you can't be called a genius without some real talent, right?"

The Chinese national youth team members hugged each other in a circle, shouting excitedly.

"Yang Fan is awesome! Hahaha! We're going to make it to the knockout stage!"

"Awesome! Awesome!"

"That's not enough, keep up the good work!"

In the 35th minute, the Chinese U17 team won a free kick in the attacking third. Wei Lai estimated the distance and immediately stood at the penalty spot.

"Wei Lai! This penalty will be taken by Wei Lai!"

Zhan Jing said expectantly, "Let's see which angle Wei Lai will choose!"

Standing at the free-throw line, Wei Lai took a deep breath.

The teammates were already interfering with the opponent, and the Malian players had also set up their defensive wall.

Beep!
As soon as the whistle blew, Wei Lai immediately started moving, swung his left arm, and kicked the ball.

boom!
The ball flew in a beautiful arc towards the top right corner of the goal.

But at that moment, the opposing goalkeeper suddenly jumped to the side, his fingers brushing the ball, which hit the crossbar and bounced out.

"Hold!"

Wei Lai shouted angrily.

But before he could yell, the ball was cleared by the opposing center-back, landing right in front of Wei Lai.

Wei Lai immediately initiated follow-up action.

Inside the penalty area, opposing players were also rushing towards him frantically.

Although he hadn't observed too closely, Wei Lai already had a mental image of his teammates' positions.

Shot himself?

Pass it to Yang Fan on the right?
Otherwise, how can we surpass it?

There are four options in total!

The optimal solution is...

The ball bounced off the ground, and Wei Lai gently tapped it with the instep of his foot.

The ball flew over the crowd, following a parabolic trajectory, and fell towards the area behind them.

And there, Xiang Ming had already appeared at the landing point.

Before the ball even hit the ground, he had already turned to make a shooting motion.

Side-stepping and firing!

boom!
Swish! !

The net is shaking!

The ball went into the net again!

"Three to zero!! The third goal! In just three minutes, the Chinese U17 team has created two goals, and the Malian U17 team is completely collapsing!" "Well done, lads, you played a fantastic game!"

Zhan Jing jumped up excitedly.

Few U-series competitions have excited him so much.

But this match truly showcased a great deal of high quality.

Whether it's the pre-match tactical arrangements, the rhythm of the game, the intention behind every attack and defense, or even the intention behind every pass.

All of this demonstrates just how exciting this match was!

Of course, this was a very bad match for the Malian U17 team.

By the time they calmed their feverish heads, they were already down by three goals.

"First half ends! Halftime break begins. What a great bunch of lads! They made the most of their 45 minutes and scored three goals!"

"Their composure at the start and their long passing game helped them score their first goal!"

"Then everyone patiently began to control the situation. No one was reckless or impulsive during this process. Everyone was meticulously carrying out the tactical intentions and gradually wearing down the Malian youth team's patience and stamina. This is the principle of using softness to overcome hardness. You have to pull back your fist to recharge your strength again!"

"And when the Malian youth team could no longer hold back and launched a high press, they unleashed a powerful combination punch!"

"Two goals in three minutes, three goals in the first half!"

"These young players can unleash fiery attacks and counter-attacks. They can also remain calm, patient, and gradually implement their tactical intentions. Throughout these 45 minutes, the Chinese national youth team players maintained firm control of the game. They made no mistakes whatsoever, and every step seemed precisely calculated. This is truly remarkable!"

Zhan Jing couldn't stop praising him.

There is no way!

Faced with such a competition, no one could resist showing off.

This is youth football that belongs to them!

"That's right! This match was fantastic!" Zhang Lu exclaimed excitedly. "What's most commendable is that they slowed down; I feel that's the key!"

"Young people are full of passion, and they are prone to making some irrational decisions. But these kids can not only launch fierce attacks, but when necessary, they can also be patient. They force themselves to calm down, realize their tactical intentions step by step, slow down the pace, and rebuild the situation they want. This is the most valuable quality!"

"Incredible!" Zhang Lu exclaimed proudly. "Truly amazing!"

Inside the locker room, the Chinese national youth team players erupted in cheers.

"Whoa whoa whoa!! Three balls! Three balls!"

"The knockout stage! Here we come!"

"We're heading to Tokyo! We're going to win the championship!!"

Yang Fan, Xiang Ming, Pei Le, and others, shirtless and with their arms around each other's shoulders, jumped and danced in the locker room, creating an extremely joyful atmosphere.

With a three-goal lead, they've already won more than half the battle.

Wei Lai watched this scene with a smile, feeling relaxed and happy as the team took a three-goal lead.

At least, this group of national youths did not encounter the same tragic situation as in the previous life.

They did a great job!

"Alright!" Xue Guohao clapped his hands, and everyone immediately returned to their seats.

"In the second half, our task will be more defensive. Apart from He Chaoyue, everyone else in the attacking third will have defensive responsibilities!"

Xue Guohao shouted sternly, "Stabilize your defense and win the game!"

Everyone jumped up in surprise.

"Stabilize your defense!"

"Win the game!"

In the second half, the two sides changed sides and started the game again.

Mali's U17 team made two substitutions, bringing on two outstanding attacking players, indicating they're determined to give China a tough time in the second half.

They knew very well that they had already lost the first game!
If they lose this match, they will have lost any chance of advancing to the knockout stage.

If not now, when?
boom!
"Nima!"

Yang Fan cursed under his breath, sticking close to Mali's winger, pulling and tugging with all his might.

"Zhang Yuan! Stop fucking watching the show!"

Yang Fan was about to reach his limit.

At that moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly cut in and poked the ball away.

thump!
Yang Fan fell face-first to the ground, but he didn't have time to lie there and whine. He immediately got up and went to Wei Lai's aid.

"Old Wei!"

Wei Lai lobbed the ball across the box and passed it to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan then moved the ball towards the wing again.

But the Malian U17 team continued their high-pressing tactics.

"Oh shit!"

Yang Fan grinned.

These black guys are fucking in great shape!
His forceful pulling could only slow the other person down, but it couldn't pull them down.

Several times, he tried to tackle the other person, but it was just too much effort.

What do they eat to grow so strong?
"Yang Fan!"

Zhang Yuan passed the ball.

Yang Fan turned his head left and right to observe, then suddenly made a starting motion to the left, tricking his opponent into shifting their center of gravity, and immediately flicked the ball in the opposite direction to get rid of them.

Luckily, my brain isn't very sharp!

5 minutes later.

boom!
"Here we go again?"

Yang Fan was so angry he was about to explode.

how?

So, it's just my food?

Are they specifically targeting me?
He complained, but his feet didn't slow down at all, and he continued the hand-to-hand combat!

On the coaching bench, Xue Guohao and Liu Guowei were also watching this scene.

"Yang Fan is reaching his limit! He made many vertical sprints and retreats in the first half, and in the second half, he was the main target of the opponent's pressure. It feels like he can't hold on any longer!"

Hearing Liu Guowei's words, Xue Guohao nodded.

His task for Yang Fan was to exhaust all his physical strength within 70 minutes.

Now that 60 minutes have passed, Yang Fan is starting to feel the strain.

This isn't to say that Yang Fan's physical abilities are lacking, but rather that the black guys really put a lot of pressure on him, with almost every fight involving intense hand-to-hand combat.

"Let's prepare to make a substitution!" Xue Guohao pondered for a moment, "Let Jin Yaowen warm up with Chen Shaojie!"

Jin Yaowen took Yang Fan's place and continued to fight hand-to-hand with the black guys.

Chen Shaojie worked with Wei Lai to control the situation.

This is the option that is most beneficial to the current situation.

"We'll change it when the ball is dead."

Just then, Xue Guohao saw the opponent launch a long pass, opening up the Chinese U17 team's half of the field.

Yang Fan immediately took a step to the side and appeared at the landing point.

Yang Fan slowly lifted his right foot to stop the ball, but at that moment a Malian youth team player immediately came over.

"Fuck me!"

Yang Fan was squeezed and lost his balance.

Wei Lai also saw this and quickly shouted, "Don't stop the ball, just disrupt it!"

However, Yang Fan had already lost his balance after the impact.

The ball hit his calf and bounced away.

On the path of the rebound, Malian midfielder Seth Kone appeared and passed the ball forward.

At the back line, Madu Cannebia almost carried both Mao Biao and Xiang Yu as he turned and shot.

boom!
The ball struck the right post and bounced into the net.

In the 63rd minute, Mali's U17 team pulled one back.

After scoring, goalkeeper Chen Zhe angrily pounded the ground, but Wei Lai headed the ball into the goal and picked it up.

Madu Cannebia was excited and ready to celebrate, but then suddenly realized they were still behind.

He turned and rushed toward the goal, only to find Wei Lai holding the ball.

"Give me!"

Cannebia roared at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai looked like he didn't understand.

"Leave it to me, you bastard!"

The guy tried to snatch it, but Wei Lai refused to give it up no matter what.

In a fit of anger, Madu Cannebia shoved Wei Lai to the ground.

"Fuck!"

Chen Zhe was the first to react, rushing over and shoving Madu Cannebia onto the net.

The players from both sides followed closely behind, and the whole scene began to become chaotic.

(End of this chapter)