Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 201 The Curved Blade Achieves Another Success

"Wei Lai!"

Wei Lai lunged forward, swinging his right leg and delivering a powerful kick.

Crescent Moon Blade!

"Left! Left!"

"Keep an eye on number 11!"

"Move to the left. FxxK!"

Spanish center-back Marcel directed the attack for a while, then realized the arc was coming straight at him.

He immediately turned and sprinted.

Millennium also turned and ran.

Millennium was sandwiched between two Spanish center-backs, although Carrillo, the other center-back, was a bit far away from him.

Marcel judged the landing point and suddenly took a step, intending to jump and disrupt it.

As soon as his left foot touched the ground and his knee bent, he saw the ball plummet downwards.

The fall completely stunned him!
He just stared blankly as the ball went through him, completely helpless.

At the same time, Millennium controlled the ball and charged into the penalty area.

"Millennium! They've broken through! This goal!"

boom!
Millennium was knocked off her feet and rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

Carrillo, another center-back for the Spanish U17 team, had his mouth agape, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Ruined!"

Beep!
The whistle blew, and the referee rushed to the penalty area. He decisively pulled out a red card from his pocket and pointed to the penalty spot.

"Red Dot Set Meal!!—"

"The Spanish U17 center-back was sent off with a red card, and the Chinese U17 team was awarded a penalty kick."

Zhan Jun shouted excitedly, "Opportunity! Opportunity! The scales of victory are tipping in favor of the Chinese lads!"

The Spanish U17 players rushed toward the referee, pleading desperately for leniency.

But the referee shook his head seriously. The ball had already entered the penalty area and was poised to shoot.

In this situation, knocking someone down is a typical red card offense.

Millennium got up from the ground, picked up the ball and threw it to He Chaoyue.

He Chaoyue took the ball without hesitation.

He is China's first penalty taker for the national youth team.

"The referee upheld his decision, meaning that for the next 70 minutes, the Spanish U17 team will be playing with 10 men against 11. At the same time, the Chinese U17 team was awarded a penalty. It was a perfect start!"

"He Chaoyue is standing at the penalty spot; he will take this penalty!"

He Chaoyue stands in front of the penalty spot.

The Spanish U17 goalkeeper kept moving left and right, using various methods to disrupt He Chaoyue's penalty-taking strategy.

But He Chaoyue kept her head down and refused to look at him.

The Spanish U17 goalkeeper had no choice but to lower his center of gravity and prepare to save the ball.

At the same time, He Chaoyue suddenly looked up, his head swayed slightly to the left, and then quickly started his run-up.

"left!"

Swish!
The Spanish U17 goalkeeper immediately lunged to his left.

But the ball didn't fly there; instead, it followed a light, parabolic trajectory, falling towards the center and disappearing into it.

A penalty kick with a spoon!

"Fuck!"

"Sexy!"

"Damn! Old He, you really dare to do that!"

"Awesome! We're leading by one goal!"

The Chinese boys huddled together; this goal was priceless.

He Chaoyue raised her arms in celebration. Despite facing the formidable Spanish U17 team, they still managed to score first.

"Wowh ...

"Goal! They've scored first!!"

"That's incredible! They've actually taken the lead! I'm totally blown away!"

"That kid is amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"He Chaoyue's move was amazing! A spoon! Hahaha! She really dared to use a spoon!"

"They not only dared to try, but they succeeded! I'm absolutely blown away by them!"

"So what if it's the Spanish youth team? They took one of your players in the first 20 minutes and scored a goal! Amazing!"

In the stands, the Chinese Dragons fans were in high spirits.

Their faces were flushed with excitement as they high-fived, hugged, and shouted.

At this moment, these young people make us proud!

"A precious goal! He Chaoyue's Panenka penalty kick has boosted morale!"

Zhan Jing roared excitedly.

Let's forget about regular penalty kicks.

With this blunder, the Spanish U17 team, already down to one player, is now even more demoralized!

The camera suddenly switched to the Spanish national youth team's coaching bench, where everyone saw the furious head coach.

"Vitor Valverde, the head coach of the Spanish U17 national team, previously played for Sevilla City in La Liga. He also served as an assistant coach for the Spanish national team and took over as head coach of the Spanish U17 team last year. Now, he may have to explain to the Spanish Football Federation the problems that occurred in this match!"

Zhan Jing's tone was full of teasing.

For Spain, failing to advance from this group would be considered a failure.

Vitor Valverde was furious, and he yelled at the assistant coach:

"Why? How did you do your job? Why didn't such important intelligence appear in the information archives? What's with that number 10 curveball? It definitely happened in his professional game, but you lazy bunch, your dereliction of duty has created this situation."

"Damn it! We're down a man and we've conceded a goal. All our plans are ruined. You bastards, I'm telling you, if I ever leave this world, I won't let you get away with this!"

Vito Valverde can do nothing but rage now.

How to do?
They were outnumbered and behind.

The threat of that long, curved pass remains.

Currently, the only option is to pack the backcourt with players, but doing so is tantamount to giving up the game.

"Have the players drop back. Abelilla and Rutte stay up front to look for opportunities. The rest of you, get involved in defense!"

A moment of silence followed from behind.

Vito Valverde abruptly turned and roared, "Get the orders down! You bunch of idiots!"

These people then began to act, but everything indicated that they had completely fallen into chaos.

Xue Guohao nodded slightly at the other party.

"Looks like we can win the game easily!"

Wei Lai's crescent-shaped scimitar appeared at just the right time.

There must have been a problem with the intelligence work of the Spanish national youth team. When Xiang Ming took the initiative to move to the sidelines and no one followed, he thought of this problem.

And this proved to be true.

"Arrogance will ultimately destroy you!" Xue Guohao snorted.

Anyone who watches a few Chinese Super League matches will recognize Wei Lai's signature "crescent moon" dagger.

However, driven by their arrogance and hubris, these guys definitely made mistakes in their intelligence gathering, which led to their current predicament.

This is nobody else's fault but theirs. Disrespecting and failing to take your opponent seriously will only lead to your own downfall.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!

This is the price you pay for looking down on us!

Xue Guohao's eyes were a little red as he roared at the court:

"Yang Fan, run! Everyone, run! Fight! Beat them to death! Beat a drowning dog to a pulp!"

So what if it's Spain?

I'm going to hit you!
I'll beat you until you're blooming!
Liu Guowei grinned and shook his head. The strength and conditioning coach next to him leaned over and whispered, "Old Xue, is he really that resentful?"

Liu Guowei sighed: "We contacted the Spanish national youth team before, wanting to arrange a warm-up match, and then Lao Xue was humiliated!"

Across China, at 7 PM, the evening news is broadcast.

"Next news: The 2026 Japan U17 World Cup is in full swing. Our national youth team defeated the powerful Spanish national youth team 3-0 in the third round of the group stage, securing first place in the group and advancing to the knockout stage. Congratulations to the boys! We wish them to maintain their excellent form in the knockout stage and achieve great results!"

Inside a hotel in Tokyo, Japan.

Liu Guowei scrolled through short videos on his phone, and there were news about the national youth team almost every one or two videos. Despite the big data push, this frequency was still considered very popular.

"Did CCTV even broadcast it? That's really impressive!"

Liu Guowei turned his head to look over.

Xue Guohao is on the phone.

Since noon, I haven't been able to answer the phone, one call after another.

Without a doubt, this is basically just the FA officials coming to claim credit.

They were used to this.

"Ha!" Xue Guohao finally finished the phone call and plopped down on the bed. "Dealing with them is more tiring than playing a football match!"

"What did you say?" Liu Guowei asked.

Xue Guohao shrugged: "It's nothing but the same old rhetoric over and over again. You never see them usually, but they're more enthusiastic than anyone else right now!"

"I didn't ask you to do anything?"

“They made a request, but I don’t care what they say,” Xue Guohao said with a smile. “Someone’s backing me up. Chairman Wang just sent me a message.”

"Oh?" Liu Guowei turned his head and asked, "What did you send?"

Xue Guohao laughed and said, "He said he would protect our home and wouldn't let anyone cause trouble for us!"

Liu Guowei was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"That's just like him!"

Xue Guohao nodded; "Now we have won all three of our matches and qualified as the top team in our group. We have finally avoided the strong opponent Brazil. Our opponent in the round of 16 is the Ecuadorian U17 team. But based on the analysis of the match, although they are the second in the group, their overall strength is not as good as Mali's. If we play steadily, we have a high probability of making it to the quarterfinals!"

"The problem is the quarterfinals. Based on the group division, we are very likely to face the French U17 national team in the quarterfinals!"

Liu Guowei's expression turned serious.

"Hunterley Danny! He's as fast as a monster!"

Xue Guohao nodded; "Not only is he fast, but he's also technically skilled and has excellent marksmanship. He's a huge threat. Once he gets going, it's almost impossible to stop him. We need to find a way to contain him!"

"What do you want to do?" Liu Guowei asked.

Xue Guohao rubbed his temples. "I haven't figured it out yet. No one on our side can keep up with him. He has a strong burst of speed, quick acceleration, and fast even speed. The key is that his ball control is also excellent, making it very difficult to tackle him. The worst-case scenario is that we can only pack up our numbers in our own half, adopt a dense defense, and use a counter-attacking strategy with a few players."

Liu Guowei nodded; "I feel we can also try set-piece tactics, letting Wei Lai take the set pieces, and having Kang Jianbin, Mao Biao, He Chaoyue, and others compete for the headers!"

Xue Guohao: "That's one way too. Sigh. If Zhao Lei were a year younger, that would be perfect. The Iron Pagoda and the Crescent Moon Blade would be an absolute weapon of mass destruction!"

In his hotel room, Yang Fan lay on the bed, watching videos of the French national youth team's matches.

A black guy wearing number 10 shot like lightning, charging all the way from the center line into the penalty area and successfully drawing a penalty.

"No way! What kind of speed is that? Everyone else is moving like they're in slow motion. Why doesn't this guy go practice the 100-meter dash? Why is he playing soccer?!"

He Chaoyue: "Speed ​​is one aspect, and so is the combination of man and ball. Look at the distance he dribbles the ball, at most one meter. With that distance, stepping on the ball would be a foul."

Yang Fan rolled over: "Can't keep up, can't even put a foot down, can only watch him run?"

He Chaoyue shook her head and looked at Wei Lai, asking, "Are you confident you can control him?"

Wei Lai: "I have absolutely no confidence; this is the type I fear the most."

"We're doomed!" Yang Fan grinned. "Even Lao Wei isn't confident, how are we supposed to stop him?!" Wei Lai: "Just because I'm not confident doesn't mean that if several people work together, we can't succeed!"

"What do you mean?" Yang Fan asked.

Wei Lai: "Pack him up! We can only pack him up! Control his runway, force him to change direction, and take advantage of that change of direction to steal the ball or block him!"

"With his explosive start, are you sure we can block him? We might not be able to catch up?" Yang Fan said with a headache.

Wei Lai: "Therefore, a special position is needed."

"what?"

“Mark him!” Wei Lai shrugged. “Someone needs to sacrifice themselves. This person needs to be tough, have defensive experience, and be fast. They need to stick with him the whole time, ignoring everything else.”

"Who can do this job?" Yang Fan counted on his fingers; "First, rule out center-backs like Mao Biao, and second, rule out forwards. They're good at attacking, but their defense is terrible!"

He Chaoyue rolled her eyes.

"After much deliberation, we'll choose from the midfield and full-back positions. There are only two fast players here! One is me, and the other is Captain Lu!"

Wei Lai nodded; "It's you!"

Yang Fan pointed to his nose and said bitterly, "It's me again?"

Wei Lai said sternly, "Yang Fan, you lack awareness. The organization entrusted you with this task because they trust you."

"Get out! Get out!" Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "Why is it always me? Last time I was the one filling in as a defensive midfielder, and it's me again this time. What's wrong? Are you sacrificing me? Are you used to sacrificing me?"

After saying that, he stood up and said with a grin, "It's not up to you. You're not the coach."

Boom!

knocking.

Liu Guowei pushed open the door and walked in. He looked around and finally looked at Yang Fan:
"Yang Fan, come here, Coach Xue wants to see you."

Yang Fan's expression was blank.

I have a bad feeling!
Watching Yang Fan being taken away by Liu Guowei, Wei Lai couldn't help but smile.

Currently, Yang Fan is indeed the most suitable candidate for this position.

"Are you very knowledgeable about tactics?" He Chaoyue suddenly asked Wei Lai.

Wei Lai blinked: "I guess so, someone taught me these things."

"Coach Zhang?"

“No, just pretend there is such a person.” Wei Lai plopped down on the bed: “You also need to learn some tactics. This will help you integrate into different teams and have a general understanding of tactics, which will also help your performance in the game.”

He Chaoyue: "What do you think about us playing against the French national youth team?"

Wei Lai: "It's tough, but it's not entirely hopeless. Like I just said, if we do these things well, our attacking force won't be weak either."

In fact, there is still a gap in overall strength among the French national youth team players.

Simply put, it's a kicking style that relies on the thigh to propel the ball forward.

Huntley Danny is the key player!

By restricting his receiving routes and limiting his penetration attempts, it's not entirely impossible to have a chance.

But one thing is for sure.

That is, Hunterley Danny is the most difficult guy to deal with among all the geniuses.

At least, that's the case so far.

This guy is even tougher to deal with than that Ronaldo from Brazil.

If you put him in a squad like Brazil or Germany, they could completely dominate the U17 World Cup.

This guy is currently unsolvable!
In fact, the final of this U17 World Cup was Brazil vs. France!
Ultimately, Brazil overpowered France with their overall strength and won the championship.

But in that final, Hunter Danny also scored two goals, almost defeating Brazil.

"Damn, what bad luck!"

Wei Lai suddenly sighed.

This U17 World Cup features four truly strong teams.

They are the U17 national teams from Brazil, France, Argentina, and Germany!

It is currently known that the Chinese U17 national team will play against the French U17 national team in the quarterfinals.

Even if they defeat the French U17 team to advance to the semifinals, according to the division of the upper and lower halves of the bracket, they will still have to face the German U17 team in the semifinals, which is in the same half of the bracket.

Even if they fight tooth and nail to defeat the German U17 team, there's a very high probability they'll face the Brazilian U17 team in the final!
This is an absolutely hellish schedule!
Of course, the Brazilian youth team is not easy to play against either.

They are known to be facing a tough battle against the Spanish U17 team in the round of 16.

After advancing, they will face off against the Argentine U17 team led by Diego Ruma.

It's fair to say that both the upper and lower halves of the bracket are tough to play!
We have no choice but to fight our way through!

November 12, Suzujun Park Soccer Field, Tokyo, Japan.

This is a stadium located in eastern Tokyo that can hold 10,000 fans.

Meanwhile, the U17 World Cup in Japan is currently underway, with the Round of 16 match between China's U17 national team and Ecuador's U17 national team taking place on this very pitch.

The match has been going on for 61 minutes, and the score is 0-0.

"Pull it out! Stop pressing it down!"

Wei Lai called for a pass near the flank area. After his teammate passed him the ball, Wei Lai immediately pulled the ball, turned around, and passed it back to his teammate.

They were thinking of pulling the opponent out, but when they turned around, they saw that apart from a few players, the rest were still piled up inside the penalty area.

"This lousy bus is disgusting!"

Wei Lai couldn't help but curse.

Nearly 60 minutes have passed since the start of the match, but the Chinese U17 team still hasn't been able to break through the Ecuadorian U17 team's defenses.

In this match, the Ecuadorian U17 team adopted a 5-4-1 formation, focusing their defense in the backfield, making it very difficult for the Chinese U17 team to score goals.

The main problem is that I'm just not used to it!
Previously, the strategy was either to attack head-on or to play a defensive counter-attacking game.

They're the ones who set up the buses!

The opponent's sudden move has completely stunned the Chinese national youth team.

To be honest, they hadn't specifically practiced tactics for breaking down buses, or rather, they hadn't even thought about it.

"It's disgusting! There's just no way to pull the other side out!"

"At first, I thought it was great to see Ecuador park the bus, and I felt like the other side was playing dumb. But now that I see it, it's really disgusting. They don't even leave a gap in the penalty area."

"He Chaoyue was forced to retreat and use a long-range shot to break the deadlock. It seems like they haven't really practiced the other 'bus' tactics much!"

"Let's get more set pieces. Let Wei Lai think of something. Right now, we can only rely on Wei Lai's set pieces. Damn it! We really hope this doesn't drag on to extra time!"

In the stands, the fans of the Chinese Dragons also looked tense.

As the match progresses, the Chinese U17 team is finding it increasingly difficult to adapt to the tight defense.

Zhan Jing, watching the field, said worriedly, "Xiang Ming has started to make a breakthrough. At this time, we need to focus on players like Xiang Ming who can break through defenses and let him penetrate into the penalty area to create penalties or set pieces!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Ming suddenly fell forward, tripped over by someone before he even entered the restricted area.

"Set piece!" Zhan Jing shouted. "China's third set piece! This time the position is good, and Wei Lai will take it again!"

Wei Lai walked over, picked up the ball, and looked at Xiang Ming, asking, "Are you alright?"

Xiang Ming nodded and patted the grass clippings off his clothes: "I can still hold on, hurry up!"

Wei Lai nodded, indicating that he understood.

He placed the ball about 4 meters outside the penalty area line, slightly off to the right.

This is a very good location.

With two blind spots on the left and right, you can shoot from either point.

"This is Wei Lai's fourth set piece in this U17 World Cup. Will he be able to seize the opportunity this time? Will he lob it into the penalty area or shoot directly? Let's look forward to Wei Lai's performance this time."

Wei Lai placed the ball at the penalty spot and slowly increased his running distance.

He shortened his run-up distance relatively, mainly because the distance wasn't that far, so he didn't have to exert too much force, and this also ensured a slight improvement in the accuracy of the free throw.

call!
Wei Lai let out a short, hurried breath and turned his gaze to the opponent's goal.

The Ecuadorian U17 players have already formed a human wall, with Kang Jianbin positioned inside, ready to dismantle the wall at any moment.

Wei Lai's gaze moved across the wall of people, searching for an angle to circle around, while simultaneously conceiving the best arc and angle in his mind.

"Are you ready?"

The referee spoke up to inquire.

Wei Lai immediately nodded: "Ready!"

The referee stepped back to create some distance, pointed at the goal, and blew his whistle.

Beep!
At the sharp whistle, Wei Lai immediately started his running start.

"Wei Lai! Run up! Is he going to shoot directly at the goal?" Zhan Jing stared intently at the big screen.

The fans of the Chinese Dragons team at the scene held their breath; everyone was extremely tense at that moment.

boom!
Wei Lai slammed his right foot into the ball.

The Ecuadorian youth team goalkeeper was watching Wei Lai take the penalty kick, but his view was blocked the moment the wall jumped.

When he saw the ball again, it was spinning intensely, arcing rapidly toward his right.

"FXXK!"

The Ecuadorian goalkeeper cursed under his breath and immediately lunged to his right to make a save.

But he was still a step too slow; the ball slipped through his fingers and nestled precisely into the goal.

Swish!
The moment the ball went into the net, Wei Lai suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Wei Lai's perfect arc, the ball precisely nestled into the top right corner of the goal. After more than 60 minutes of play, the Chinese U17 team finally broke through the Ecuadorian U17 team's tight defense with Wei Lai's set piece and scored a goal!"

"This goal was priceless! Wei Lai stepped up at the crucial moment, and his free kick once again proved his worth!"

Zhan Jing roared excitedly.

Zhang Lu, who was standing to the side, also clutched his chest and let out a long sigh.

"This goal was absolutely crucial. If time drags on, no one knows what will happen. Now, based on this goal, Ecuador's U17 team must attack forward. Once they attack, they will create openings, and China's U17 team can take advantage of that to launch a counter-attack, instead of feeling frustrated like before!"

"Based on this goal, the Chinese U17 team has taken control of the game. They can use this goal to control the situation or launch a counter-attack!"

"What was a stalemate has now been completely broken."

Zhang Lu exclaimed in admiration, "Wei Lai! He seized the opportunity and did a fantastic job!"

The Chinese national youth team players rushed towards Wei Lai, and they huddled together.

"Old Wei! You're awesome!"

"That foot's arc is incredibly stylish!"

"It has to be you!"

"Damn it! We finally broke through that turtle shell, hahaha!"

The boys were celebrating together when Lu Chaokuan started to chase them away.

"Alright, we should retreat now. There's still some time left in the game. Let's play steadily and win!"

Lu Chaokuan shouted loudly.

The others echoed loudly, and their morale soared after the goal.

Next up is the very familiar control mode.

Chen Shaojie, Wei Lai, Pei Le, and Xiang Ming all dropped back, securing their positions and space in midfield, constantly using passes to disrupt the Ecuadorian U17 team's formation.

They weren't in a hurry to attack, after all, it wasn't time for them to expend their energy on a desperate fight.

The next match will be the one where they need to fight tooth and nail.

Beep! Beep! Beep!
Three whistles sounded.

The whole game is over.

China's U17 team narrowly defeated Ecuador's U17 team 1-0, advancing to the second round of the knockout stage.

This also means that this Chinese U17 team has equaled the best result in the history of the U17 World Cup.

The last time the Chinese national youth team reached this point was in 2005, with Wang Hao and other members of that national youth team.

A full 21 years have passed since then!
(End of this chapter)