Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 199 You're late!

"A conflict broke out between the players from both sides because Wei Lai failed to pass the ball to Madu Cannebia."

Zhan Jing smiled and said, "Wei Lai is clearly stalling for time. At times like this, every little bit of delay counts."

Zhang Lu nodded; "Wei Lai did the right thing. Our task is to stall for time. Mali's youth team scored a goal and they've just built up some momentum. We can't let the game continue smoothly at this point. Whether it's using some tricks or being cunning, as long as we can slow down the game!"

"Look! He Chaoyue has come back to get involved in the conflict!"

He Chaoyue kept shoving and pushing the Malian youth team players in the crowd.

The moment Wei Lai ran into the goal, he knew what he had to do.

The others were slow to realize what was happening, and Lu Chaokuan ignored his teammates, continuing to nag and complain to the referee.

Everyone is doing their own thing, just trying to drag things out.

The entire conflict lasted a full minute before being brought to a halt by the referee's sharp whistle.

The Malian U16 team eventually got the ball, but a minute was wasted.

Beep!
The whistle sounded.

The Malian U16 player turned his head and saw the Chinese U16 player seeking a substitution.

"China's U17 team has made a substitution: Yang Fan has left the field, and Jin Yaowen has come on as a substitute. This indicates an intention to further intensify their defense!"

Five minutes later, the whistle blew again.

The match was stopped once again.

China's national youth team has once again chosen to make a substitution.

Millennium was substituted off, and Chen Shaojie came on as a substitute.

The two substitutions delayed the game further.

The Malian youth team had initially built up some morale, but the repeated interruptions in their match gradually dampened their spirits.

As time went by, the Malian U17 team seemed to lose their drive.

As they looked at the timetable indicating that stoppage time was approaching, pain appeared in their eyes.

Yes!

With little time remaining in the game, they were still down by two goals.

They had absolutely no idea how to get those two balls back.

The referee looked down at his watch, and the moment the hands indicated the end of stoppage time, he immediately blew his whistle.

Beep beep beep! !

Three whistles sounded!

The game is over!

China's U17 team defeated Mali's U17 team 3-1.

With two consecutive wins in the group stage, they advanced to the knockout stage with one round to spare.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! A clean 3-1 victory over Mali's U17 team in 90 minutes! China's U17 team has secured a place in the knockout stage with one round to spare! Barring any major surprises, they will advance to the knockout stage alongside Spain, and the third round will most likely be a battle for the top spot in the group!"

"The performance of these young players in this U17 World Cup has been outstanding. Their overall performance has far surpassed that of their age group. Not only in terms of technique, but also in terms of their tactical sensitivity and execution, they are very good."

"In particular, the performance of He Chaoyue and Xiang Ming in this match was outstanding. Their continuous pressure in the front field prevented the Mali U17 team from playing too aggressively. When they couldn't hold back, the Chinese U17 team launched a counterattack. The match was very rich in content. The ability of the Mali U17 team is beyond doubt, which we have seen. However, the difference in tactics and skills caused the scales of the match to tip in favor of the Chinese U17 team!"

"Alright, the second round of matches is over. Now we can relax, have some drinks and late-night snacks, and look forward to the boys' outstanding performance. Congratulations to the Chinese U17 national team for advancing to the U17 World Cup knockout stage one round early!"

As Zhan Jing roared, Wei Lai and other national youth team players excitedly hugged each other on the field.

They've advanced from the group stage to the knockout rounds!

They have completed their initial tasks and have finally reached the knockout stage.

Although they still need to play Spain in the third round, the pressure has been greatly reduced.

"Wow, Lao He, you're awesome!"

"Xiang Ming's performance in this match was absolutely phenomenal!"

"Damn! The black guy's almost been kicked senseless! Hahaha!"

"Knockout stage, Tokyo, here we come!"

The crowd cheered, hugged each other, and jumped and danced.

Wei Lai stood to the side, his face also full of smiles.

This match ultimately proceeded smoothly.

This could allow them to go further in the knockout stage.

His existence ultimately brought him value, which filled Wei Lai with immense joy.

Snapped!
A pair of hands covered Wei Lai's head.

"here you go!"

Xue Guohao smiled at Wei Lai and said, "In my heart, you were the best in this match!"

He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, and others certainly performed well.

But the most crucial element in this match was Wei Lai, who controlled the rhythm and the overall situation.

The reason they played so easily was largely because Wei Lai firmly controlled the game, gradually pushing it towards victory.

Whether it was the long passes and crosses in the opening stages or the control of the game after the first goal.

Although Wei Lai did not score, he laid the most solid foundation for this victory.

Wei Lai smiled and shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we win!"

A hotel in Nagasaki, Japan.

Goat is currently live streaming.

The live stream chat was filled with praise for the match.

'You played exceptionally well! The Malian U17 team was almost entirely dictated by our pace!'

"He Chaoyue and Xiang Ming are too strong! They seized all the opportunities, putting immense pressure on the Malian youth team."

'In the first half, they didn't dare to press forward at all, which was because they were wary of the threat posed by He Chaoyue and Xiang Ming in the attacking third.'

'Yang Fan did well too, he scored a goal.'

'That Yang Fan, he's unpredictable, sometimes amazing, sometimes terrible, he's damn unreliable!'

'That's enough! He's been holding out for so long, it's been him fighting hand-to-hand with the little black guy from Mali the whole time!'

'That's right, Yang Fan is pretty good too.'

'Was Wei Lai the Man of the Match?'

'Yeah, but Wei Lai only had one assist, which seems a bit forced.'

'You can't just look at goals and assists; Wei Lai's overall stats are simply dazzling. His running, passing, and defensive contributions are all incredibly impressive!'

Upon seeing this line of comments, Goat-kun immediately spoke up:
"That's right, Wei Lai definitely deserves to be the Man of the Match. You watched the broadcast, so you couldn't see many details clearly, especially his off-the-ball movement and control of the tempo. I absolutely rave about Wei Lai in this match."

Goat exclaimed excitedly, "His distribution is simply breathtaking. Mali can't even touch the ball. Although it's all short passes, he makes very reasonable use of space. Every pass is stable and safe, just like a sophisticated computer."

"Don't be fooled by Wei Lai's single assist; his passing frequency is very high, and his passing accuracy is the highest in the game, especially his key passes. He actively creates many attacking and counter-attacking opportunities. Sometimes, even though it's not Wei Lai who initiates the attack, he plays a very important role here."

Goat-kun pointed to his head: "Wei Lai is now the brain and command center of the Chinese national youth team. With the game played like this, Wei Lai's performance is crucial!"

"I feel that this U17 national youth team will at least reach the quarterfinals in this U17 World Cup. If they are lucky in the draw, they could even reach the semifinals. They will definitely be able to break records."

After two matches, Goat-kun is really looking forward to it.

This national youth team is completely different from previous ones; it could really cause a stir.

In the simulated classroom, Wei Lai plopped down on the floor, tilting his head back and panting.

"It still doesn't work! When the pace quickens and the intensity increases, it's hard to make quick judgments, especially during physical confrontations. The accuracy of receiving and passing the ball is declining!"

The puppeteer coach nodded; "You need to be proactive in the competition. In European competitions, competition permeates the entire game, including every pass and every shot."

Wei Lai grinned; "Not stable enough!"

The puppeteer's coach said, "Your technical limitations mean you don't have many solutions at your disposal."

Wei Lai nodded; this was indeed a big problem.

Addressing the technological shortcomings should also be put on the agenda.

“If I want to make up for these deficiencies, do you have any advanced courses you would recommend?” Wei Lai asked.

The puppeteer coach looked at Wei Lai and slowly shook his head; "If you want to make up for your technical deficiencies, then advanced courses are not suitable for you. You need to start with basic courses and gradually progress to advanced courses."

Wei Lai thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Where should I begin?

The puppeteer coach seemed to have been prepared for this.

"Ball feel, intermediate basic skills, intermediate technical movements, foot rhythm, foot frequency, ball control, etc., all of these need to be trained."

"However, based on your current situation, I recommend that you start by learning three skills: ball control, ball control, and footwork rhythm."

“As I’ve said before, European football is generally very physical, and I think you’re aware of that, especially in the Premier League.”

Wei Lai nodded; "When I was playing in the simulated Premier League, I didn't dare to receive long passes, the error rate was too high, unless there was no interference around."

The puppeteer coach nodded; "That's right, it's due to a lack of ball control, ball stopping, and core strength. You can train both of these through simulation courses."

Wei Lai tilted his head; "It seems that neither the hair dryer coach nor you recommend that I do strength training!"

Previously, Wei Lai had also mentioned strength training, but it was rejected by the hair dryer coach.

The reason is that it's not suitable!

"Sigh!" the puppeteer coach sighed and said, "Strength training is a program for specific types of players, such as sweepers and midfield disruptors. They only do this kind of training. Increased strength will inevitably be accompanied by muscle stiffness and decreased flexibility. These are not things that can be solved by simulation classes. If you just want to become a defensive sweeper, you can of course choose this program, but we do not recommend it."

"Why?" Wei Lai asked, puzzled.

The puppeteer coach looked at Wei Lai; "Do you know about the Golden Globe Awards?"

“Of course! The highest individual honor for a player represents the best-performing player in the world that season, the true number one in the world!” Wei Lai said.

The puppeteer coach said slowly, "Don't you want it?"

Wei Lai was stunned.

He hadn't thought about this at all.

Or rather, it was too far removed from him.

He hasn't even entered the European arena yet, and can't even guarantee a foothold. The Ballon d'Or is simply out of reach for him. It's too far-fetched to be realistic!
But at this moment, my heart is burning with passion.
"Football cannot be said to be a completely fair sport. At least in these individual awards, attacking players benefit more than defensive players. Of course, this is not to say that defensive players have no chance at all, but the effort and cost they need to pay are increased exponentially!"

"Attacking players naturally stand in the spotlight, that's an objective fact. People love to see spectacular goals and assists, but the demands on defense are extremely high!"

The puppeteer coach looked at Wei Lai and said, "Ball feel, ball control, and footwork rhythm—start with these three courses first, and then make up for other technical deficiencies. Three years is enough time for you to make up for these deficiencies."

Wei Lai: "Three years? That's a bit long, isn't it? Why don't I just start the advanced courses, get the corresponding talent from the coach, and then train slowly?"

The puppeteer coach chuckled, "I also have a natural talent for ball control, but I've also prepared rhythm control for you. Which do you want?"

Wei Lai: "."

The puppeteer coach's ball-handling talent is indeed enviable, but his superb rhythm control is probably his most core ability.

The puppeteer coach smiled and said, "Don't waste training points in places like this. You can certainly speed up your progress with advanced courses, but that would require close to eight hundred training points, and that might not even be enough."

"If you go to the Netherlands in winter, your current abilities are not enough to establish yourself in the Eredivisie. First, make up for some of your technical deficiencies, just like before, make yourself a piece of the puzzle, and then slowly seek development."

"Playing in matches is the most important thing for you. Only in this way can you get more training opportunities, right?"

Wei Lai grinned and nodded; "I am indeed getting a little anxious."

The puppeteer coach laughed and said, "Let's continue training!"

Wei Lai immediately stood up and threw himself back into training.

Amsterdam, Netherlands, Macaulay 100.

Amsterdam Sports Training Base.

Morton was sitting in front of his computer, watching the match video.

He kept moving the mouse, dragging the progress bar back and forth. At certain points, he would pause for a long time as if he was thinking about something, and then drag the progress bar again to continue watching the game.

After what seemed like an eternity, Morton finally finished watching the entire match, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

He leaned back in his chair and slowly exhaled.

“It’s really evolved!”

"The overall strategy was very clear. Every pass had a strong purpose, and the off-the-ball movement created space and even guided teammates to make runs to achieve the desired outcome."

"Although the overall pace of the game was slow and the intensity was not high, it was still beyond what a 16-year-old should be doing."

"They naturally possess an understanding of the game and try to control it, and have a keen sense of space, but compared to these, their technique has an embarrassing deficiency!"

Mr. Morton lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled.

"But what is clear is that skills can be developed through practice, while the talents he possesses cannot be acquired through training!"

Ding Dong!

Text message.

John Van Nestor: [I think you're now interested in this jigsaw puzzle, but I've discovered something even more interesting. Look who this is!]

The phone vibrated again.

This time, a picture was sent back.

A bald, fat man with a thick beard, wearing a black athletic shirt.

Mr. Morton raised an eyebrow slightly; "Jim Rowley, the chief scout of Mosktl!"

Xuanji, a smile appeared on his lips.

You're late!

"Does China have any successful players? And a 16-year-old at that? He's just a kid, buddy. You guys might have made the wrong bet this time. He's not going to make it."

Van Nestor looked at the fat man in front of him with a smirk, his face full of contempt, and kept belittling Wei Lai.

"so what?"

Van Nestor asked with a smile as always.

Jim Rowley shrugged: "We've been talking to you about Conrad Lehrman's transfer. We've raised our price by ten million. You sell Conrad Lehrman to us, and we'll help you absorb this Chinese kid. We have partnerships with some Chinese companies and clubs. Once we've made the money, we'll immediately transfer him away. What do you think?"

Van Nestor maintained his smile; "Jim, hasn't anyone told you that your acting is really bad?"

"What?" Jim Raleigh looked like he didn't understand.

Van Nestor straightened up slightly: "First of all, we've made it clear that Lehman is not for sale. We won't sell him to anyone, at least not now. Secondly, you know this perfectly well, yet you keep pestering me. Buddy, we're in the same line of work; I know what you're thinking!"

"You're not talking to us about Lehmann at all, you're trying to get Wei over here!"

Van Nestor pointed at Jim Raleigh; "You're interested in Wei, aren't you!"

Jim Raleigh's chubby face slowly turned red, an embarrassment at having his lie exposed.

His chest heaved as if trying to calm his anger.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled.

"Name your price, buddy!"

Van Nestor raised his index finger; "One hundred million pounds!"

Jim Raleigh glanced at Van Nestor; "Farewell!"

After saying that, he got up and left immediately.

"Take care!" Van Nestor laughed loudly. "Stop thinking about your Chinese market! Hahahaha!"

As soon as he stepped out of the hotel, Jim Raleigh made a phone call.

The call is connected.

"Give up, buddy, they have no intention of talking at all."

Mosktl's current head coach, Michael Lawrence: "Is there absolutely no willingness to negotiate?"

Jim Rowley remembered the phrase 'one hundred million pounds' and immediately shook his head:

No! Not even a tiny bit!

Michael Lawrence: "Well, it seems we have no choice but to give up."

Jim Rowley: "I know he has commercial potential, but no one can guarantee he'll make it big. I think we can give him a try at Atlético Amsterdam, and once he's established himself, we can make an offer."

Michael Lawrence paused for a moment; "Will we be able to afford it then?"

Jim Rowley laughed, "Buddy, what's a little player worth? Don't worry, let him develop in the Eredivisie. We already have our own gems. I just snatched Ronaldo's contract from Van Nestor in Brazil! The Brazilian samba dancer belongs to us; he's the one you should be focusing on!"

Brazilian prodigy Astiti von Ronaldo officially signed a professional contract with Premier League side Mosktl in August.

Hearing this, Michael Lawrence felt somewhat comforted.

"Well, we should definitely focus our attention on Ronaldo; he's the key to Mosktl's revival."

"Hey~~~ Isn't this the Puppet Master?"

Wei Lai let out a breath, turned his head and said, "Old He!"

He Chaoyue nodded, immediately stood up, supported Yang Fan with both hands, and pushed him with her knee, causing Yang Fan to collapse to the ground.

Wei Lai flung off his slippers, grabbed Yang Fan's legs with both hands, and placed his right foot on Yang Fan's crotch, rubbing it vigorously!

"Serves you right for being such a jerk! You're so annoying! Didn't I tell you I didn't want to hear that noise? Are you still going to act like a jerk?"

Yang Fan lay on the ground, looking utterly miserable.

"Aaaaaah!! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll never do it again... Aaaaah!!!"

Wei Lai clapped his hands and got up. Yang Fan lay on the ground, clutching his groin, looking weak and powerless.

Wei Lai: "Despicable!"

He Chaoyue nodded; "That's just shameless!"

Based on his outstanding performance in the second round, Wei Lai was successfully caught by those chuunibyou (delusional) media outlets in Japan and given the chuunibyou title of 'manipulator'.

This also became a topic for Yang Fan to tease Wei Lai about.

However, Wei Lai and He Chaoyue teamed up to counter this guy.

"Alright! Everyone, please be quiet!"

Xue Guohao walked into the hotel conference room, which they had rented to serve as a temporary tactical room.

Xue Guohao stood at the very front of the conference table, his hands resting on the surface, and said solemnly:

"It's the last match of the group stage. Although we've already advanced, we still can't relax. We need to play our best in this final match, as it will determine the intensity of our first knockout round!"

The U17 World Cup adopts a rule that the top two teams from each group advance to the knockout stage, with a final group of 16 teams competing in the knockout stage.

The teams will be ranked according to the rule that the first-place team in Group A will play against the second-place team in Group B, and the first-place team in Group B will play against the second-place team in Group A.

The current leader of Group A is the Brazilian U17 team.

This is a seeded team to win this U17 World Cup, and no team wants to face Brazil at this time.

The same applies to the Chinese national youth team. Being able to play more easily in the early stages will help them to exert their strength later on.

Compared to Brazil, both the Panamanian U17 team and the Ecuadorian U17 team are easier to play against.

Simply put, the outcome of the match between China's U17 national team and Spain's U17 national team will be determined by who will face Brazil's U17 national team in the first round of the knockout stage.

Meanwhile, the Spanish U17 team was also making tactical arrangements.

"In the third round, we will face the Chinese U17 national team," head coach Vitor Valdes said solemnly. "This may be the most difficult first match we face in the group stage!"

"There are three players we need to be careful of!"

"No. 7 He Chaoyue, right winger. He is very good at cutting inside and then curling the ball into the air. He has excellent shooting skills. If no one interferes, he will turn us into a sieve. Therefore, the midfielders must keep a close eye on him and constantly interfere with him."

"Secondly, player number 11, Xiang Ming, is similar to Abelilla in that he is very good at dribbling and breaking through. He is a key link in the vertical advancement of the Chinese U17 team. If we can contain him, we can contain the bottleneck of the Chinese U17 team's attack!"

"Finally, number 10, Wei Lai!"

Wei Lai's figure appeared on the screen.

Vitor Valdes said solemnly, "China's midfield is very solid. He has a very keen sense of space and is very good at using passing to control the game. He is the core player of China's U17 team and also a player we must contain. We must keep putting pressure on him and make him uncomfortable. Only in this way can we completely stop China's U17 team's attack!"

At this point, Vito Valdez turned his gaze to the Spanish prodigy, Abelilla.

"Abelia, your teammates will do their best to slow down the Chinese U17 team's attack, and you also need to give them goals in return, understand?"

Fernandez Abelia, with his blond, curly hair and freckled face, immediately nodded; "Understood, sir!"

"Excellent! Win this match and go for the championship!"

Spain's senior national team are World Cup champions!

They cannot afford to lose face; they will also be aiming for the championship at the U17 World Cup.

(End of this chapter)