Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 200: Draw the Knife
On November 9th, the third round of the group stage of the U17 World Cup in Japan.

China's U17 national team vs. Spain's U17 national team.

The competition venue was moved to Nagasaki Municipal Gymnasium.

This is a stadium that can hold 20,000 people. With the group stage coming to its final match, the battle for the championship and runner-up in Group B has finally attracted the attention of local fans.

Around 10,000 people flocked to the stadium to watch the game, most of them being local Japanese fans.
Even before the game started, fans were already heading towards the stadium.

"The matches in Tokyo should be even more exciting!"

"I really want to go to Tokyo to watch the Japanese or Brazilian U17 national team matches!"

"The Spanish youth national team is also very strong. Abelilla is a player who plays in the Segunda División. He is a true genius."

"I actually prefer the Chinese national youth team. I feel more accomplished cheering for the weaker teams."

Japanese fans chatted and gathered around the stadium, ready to enter at any moment.

And among the crowd, fans of the Chinese Dragons will also gather here.

"Playing against the Spanish U17 team is going to be really tough this time!"

"It's a battle for first place in the group! I never even thought about it before the match!"

"We have a chance! What's there to be afraid of? I don't think either of them are that great, we have a chance to win!"

"That Abelilla, he plays in the Segunda División, he's really strong!"

"They're just substitutes in the Spanish Second Division, they're not that great!"

Wei Chenggong, carrying a flag on his shoulder, did not join the discussion.

However, his heart was pounding violently.

Although he believed in these kids and knew they were outstanding.

But the title of Spain's U17 national team is indeed somewhat intimidating.

“Enter the scene!”

The team leader shouted, and everyone moved forward to prepare to enter.
Meanwhile, in the locker room of the Chinese national youth team.

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue lay together to receive muscle relaxation.

"This must be the strongest opponent yet!"

"Yes! Fernandez Abelilla, a player from the Segunda División, is currently the strongest opponent we've encountered among players of his age."

Listening to their conversation, Yang Fan turned his head and said, "What are you afraid of! Just do it!"

He Chaoyue: "Be careful and make fewer mistakes."

Yang Fan: "I only started to have fun when things were going smoothly."

Wei Lai turned his head and said quietly, "So, it's very likely that we'll ruin the competition. Take it easy."

".good!"

"This is Lek Sports. The upcoming match is the third round of Group B in the Japan U17 World Cup, which is also the battle for the top spot in the group. China's U17 team will face Spain's U17 team. Good luck, lads!"

"After two rounds of matches, both the Chinese U17 team and the Spanish U17 team have won their last two games, which makes this match crucial. The outcome will determine which team will face Brazil in the first round of the knockout stage."

Group B standings.

中国国少，2-0-0，6分，9/1（进球/丢球）。

西班牙国少，2-0-0，6分，7/1。

马里国少，0-0-2，0分，2/5。

加拿大国少，0-0-2，0分，0/11。

The players from both sides have already assembled in the players' tunnel.

Fernandez Abelilla chewed gum, tightened his belt, and looked somewhat relaxed and at ease.

"Hey! Man, get serious."

A companion behind him reminded him.

Abelia turned his head and laughed, "Buddy, relax, we're not playing Brazil or Germany, I'll handle the game!"

His teammates nodded; they had complete faith in Abelilla, after all, he was a well-known genius within Spain.

He was able to reach the Segunda División at the age of 17.

His talent is second only to Alonso last year.

"This guy is so arrogant!"

Yang Fan squinted slightly.

Wei Lai glanced at it and said, "Playing in the Spanish Second Division at 17, he certainly has the right to be arrogant."

"Can you take him down?" Yang Fan asked.

Wei Lai: "I'm not sure, we'll know once we match them up."

As a substitute in the Spanish Second Division, Wei Lai was unable to clearly categorize his opponent into any particular group.

Anyway, they can't be better than Premier League players, right?
"Ready to go on stage!"

The referee in front turned around and shouted.

The players' eyes sharpened instantly.

The battle for first place in Group B is about to begin!

"The players from both sides are entering the field. Let's take a look at the starting lineups."

China's U17 national team (4-2-3-1):
Goalkeeper: Chen Zhe.

Defenders: Lu Chaokuan, Mao Biao, Xiang Yu, Yang Fan.

Midfielders: He Chaoyue, Wei Lai, Pei Le, Chen Shaojie, Xiang Ming.

Forward; Millennium.

Spain's U17 national team (4-2-3-1):
Goalkeeper: Martinez.

Defenders: José Carlos, Carrillo, Marcel, Javi Rose.

Midfielders: Balesci, Navarre, Arbelia, Pessos, Moreya.

Forward: Rutte.

Standing on the court, Wei Lai scanned the opposing lineup, his eyes slightly serious.

Of these people, at least seven will play in La Liga in the future.

Among them, Abelia plays for Valencia, and Moreya plays for Atlético Barcelona.

These two are the people they need to keep a close watch on.

Of course, even if they are strong in the future, they are only 17 years old now, and their talents have not yet been fully realized. They are not without the ability to fight.

Just as Yang Fan stated.

'It's not like we haven't won before!'

Wei Lai smiled slightly.

That's right, these people are old rivals in some ways.

Xiang Ming stared intently at Lü Te.

Santo Ario, a U18 player, was the one who caused their defeat when he was 11 years old.

This guy was already playing for the U18 team at last year's Spanish Invitational Tournament, so he didn't participate.

Now, we've finally met!

During the first half of the Spanish U17 match, Javi Rose kept a close eye on He Chaoyue.

He plays for Madrid's reserve team, Santo Ario, and in the final rounds of last season, they drew with Dorsanne.

It was all orchestrated by the very China No. 7 right in front of us!

However, as a reserve team substitute, Harvey Rose was not even qualified to play against He Chaoyue.

New and old grudges, personal grievances, national honor, and other factors all intertwined to create this match.

Beep!
The whistle sounded.

The Spanish U17 team took the ball decisively.

"Go guys!"

"Win this game!"

"First place in the group!"

The Chinese national youth team is also charging forward with great force.

"Charge! Oppress! Oppress!"

"Press the line! Kill them!"

"Don't let them pass the ball easily!"

"Just do it!"

Once the match began, the pace and intensity suddenly increased.

"Wow! They're locked in a fierce battle right from the start!" Zhan Jing exclaimed. "There was absolutely no probing. Both sides went straight for the kill right from the start. The Chinese U17 players adopted a high-pressing strategy, not wanting Spain to play their preferred passing and possession tactics."

"Meanwhile, the Spanish U17 team is also trying its best to control the pace of the game!"

The moment the Chinese national youth team charged forward, the stands of the Dragon Team erupted in cheers.

"That's intense? Are we just going to go all in?"

"We have to press! If Spain plays possession-based football, we'll be the ones who suffer!"

"This match was visibly intense!"

"The pace and intensity have picked up completely; this is incomparable to the first two matches!"

"Holy crap? Is this considered an evenly matched contest?"

The intense match continued on the court. "Pei Le! Keep him occupied!"

"Old He, keep an eye on the position!"

"Don't retreat, keep pushing!"

The Chinese national youth team players made frantic sprints in the attacking third, repeatedly disrupting the opponent's passing game.

This also made it difficult for the Spanish U17 team to pass the ball easily, and they were inevitably interfered with every time.

"Pass the ball to Abelilla and control the tempo!"

Spanish youth team winger Moreya roared.

This wasn't the rhythm they wanted; they were feeling overwhelmed and breathless.

We must control the pace!
"Give me!"

Abellia also created an opening.

boom!
Arbelia received the ball and intended to control the tempo through his individual skills.

But the moment he received the ball, he suddenly felt the pressure.

Wei Lai suddenly leaned in.

"Don't even think about slowing down the pace!"

Wei Lai continued to exert pressure and follow up.

"Annoying!"

Abelia frowned, feeling a bit pressured.

At that moment, Wei Lai reached out and grabbed Abelilla's jersey.

At the same time, Wei Lai felt his jersey being pulled by the other player.

Swish!
Swish!
The two men gripped each other's jerseys and pulled at each other almost simultaneously.

"Resist!"

"It can't fall!"

boom!
Abelia passed the ball out with one foot; he dared not continue to contest it.

If we keep resisting, something bad will happen.

The two released each other's hands at the same time and looked at each other.

"Damn it! Troublesome!"

"This guy's got something!"

Wei Lai stared intently at Abelia. In the previous confrontation, Abelia hadn't been pulled down by him. Not only that, the guy had even grabbed his jersey and actively challenged him.

It has to be said that those who have played in the Spanish Second Division are different; their fighting spirit is on a completely different level from others.

Fortunately, I had played in the Premier League and was familiar with this kind of physical style of play.

"pass it to me!"

Avelia created space again, but Wei Lai immediately moved in.

Not only him, Wei Lai also called for reinforcements.

Wei Lai and Pei Le joined forces to block Abelia, who desperately tried to control the ball, but Wei Lai still managed to pull him down.

Beep!
Wei Lai immediately stepped aside and raised his hands.

The referee walked over and gave Wei Lai a warning, to which Wei Lai immediately nodded.

"Oh, Wei Lai, you did a great job in those two duels. Although you were called for a foul, you still managed to stop Arbelia's performance. This is a very crucial piece of information. The Spanish team revolves around Arbelia. As long as you contain him, it will be very difficult for the Spanish U17 team to launch an attack!"

Wei Lai retreated a little distance, his eyes fixed on the other party.

Both confrontations resulted from Wei Lai taking the initiative and Abelia choosing to fight back.

But next time, this guy might have to avoid me or choose another way.

"Can't relax!"

Wei Lai let out a slight sigh: "The competition has only just begun!"

boom!
The ball was passed to Abelia again, and Wei Lai immediately sprinted forward.

During the run, Abelia suddenly turned her head to look at Wei Lai.

"Hold!"

Wei Lai was startled and immediately quickened his pace to sprint.

Snapped!
Abelilla didn't linger on possession and passed the ball to the side.

Navarre followed up with a through ball forward.

Moreya sprinted down the wing, reached the halfway line, and flicked the ball with his foot.

"Lütt!"

Lu Te, Mao Biao, and Xiang Yu were unable to keep up with the shovels.

Goalkeeper Chen Zhe reacted quickly, leaping up to catch the ball.

"Chen Zhe's attack was timely. The Spanish U17 team's attack was very smooth but also dangerous. We can't let them play like that again."

Wei Lai frowned.

It's really a tough game to play!
"Pei Le, stand as my wall!"

Wei Lai called out to Pei Le, who was standing in front of him.

Pei Le blinked: "You mean..."

Wei Lai nodded; "Let Xiang Ming inspect the Spanish youth team's defense to curb their attack and prevent them from continuing to play like this."

This attack was too dangerous; if it happens a few more times, we're bound to concede a goal.

The coach of the puppeteer once said that the characteristics of Spanish football are control, and high pressing and fast counter-attacks are the most effective ways to deal with them.

Wei Lai then realized that it was time for him to draw his sword.

A week has passed since the U17 World Cup, but Wei Laike has never opened his arsenal.

This time, he doesn't plan to hide anymore!

"Wei Lai!"

boom!
After receiving the ball, Wei Lai immediately passed it out.

The moment he passed the ball, the opposing team immediately followed up.

Wei Lai frowned deeply; these guys weren't giving him any time to control himself or think.

"We've been targeted!"

Wei Lai pursed his lips.

On the sidelines, Vito Valdes watched as the Spanish youth team repeatedly harassed Wei Lai and nodded slightly.

"We can't let him think, and we certainly can't let him pass the ball comfortably. Once the brain of the Chinese youth team stops working, the others can be picked off one by one!" Vito Valdes smiled; "Relentlessly disrupting him and preventing the ball from smoothly transitioning from midfield has successfully contained the threat of the Chinese forwards."

At this moment, Wei Lai suddenly hooked his foot and flicked the ball forward.

Pei Le, who received the ball, happened to be in a densely populated area.

"He's panicking!" Vito Valdes couldn't help but laugh as he watched Wei Lai's pass; "Under pressure, he lost his previous judgment, and now..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was surprised to see Wei Lai break away from Avelia and quickly rush across the halfway line.

At the same time, Pei Le quickly responded.

"Ok?"

Vito, Valdes saw Wei Lai suddenly swing his left arm, his whole body tilting at an exaggerated angle, and his right foot slamming into the ball.

A rainbow-like arc of ball appeared in the sky above Nagasaki Municipal Gymnasium.

Vito Valdes stared, mouth agape, eyes wide:
"what is this?"

"Wei Lai! Crescent Moon Blade! After two rounds of silence, Wei Lai finally unleashed his signature move, unloading the ball at the far end against Xiang Ming, one-on-one!"

Xiang Ming used the instep of his foot to catch the ball, and couldn't help but grin.

Old Wei's crescent-shaped sword is so cool!
He immediately turned to look at José Carlos, who looked completely bewildered!
"You brat! Look at me!"

Xiang Ming, with the ball on his right foot, pressed forward relentlessly.

José Carlos tried to call for backup, but his teammates were too far away to arrive in time.

This is a one-on-one situation.

Suddenly, Xiang Ming stomped his left foot forward.

José Carlos immediately took a step to the side.

Xiang Ming adjusted his center of gravity and made a lateral flicking motion.

José Carlos followed up again.

It was still a feint.

Xiang Ming lightly jumped forward. At this moment, José Carlos could no longer hold on, and his body weight tilted sharply forward.

As Xiang Ming landed with both feet, the moment his left foot touched the ground, he used his right foot to make a sideways cut, completing the inside move past his opponent.

"Xiang Ming! With three consecutive feints, José Carlos was finally thrown off balance, and Xiang Ming cut inside and shot directly!"

boom!
It flew towards the goal, skimming just past the crossbar.

"Ah~~~ What a pity! The foot couldn't be fully pressed down! But this is a very positive sign!"

Zhan Jing said excitedly, "Wei Lai's long passes can directly create one-on-one situations for Xiang Ming. José Carlos can't defend against him, and Xiang Ming can continuously get shooting opportunities. If Spain piles players towards the far end, there will inevitably be space in the central axis. Wei Lai and Pei Le can use these spaces to launch penetrating attacks!"

"The offensive situation for the Chinese national youth team has become clear!"

(End of this chapter)