Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 204 The Insatiable Man
"Wei Lai!"

Wei Lai immediately ran forward, stepped on the ball with his left foot, and pulled it laterally.

Huntley Danny, who was in front of him, slipped and nearly fell.

While waiting, Wei Lai had already moved the ball away.

"really!"

Wei Lai was secretly delighted.

Hunterley Danny's stamina was running low; his slip just now was solid proof of that.

Wei Lai took a deep breath and sprinted forward.

"Yang Fan, pass the ball to me!"

Wei Lai controlled the ball at his feet, but instead of passing it, he dribbled forward a few steps before passing it laterally to Xiang Ming.

"Wei Lai is pressing forward!"

Zhan Jing exclaimed with delight, "This might be a signal that China's national youth team is attacking!"

Wei Lai kept turning his head to observe.

The French U17 team deployed most of their defensive resources on the left flank to prevent Xiang Ming from breaking through again.

Wei Lai will also follow the trend.

He wants to use Xiang Ming's threat to the French youth team to constantly put pressure on the left flank.

The more dazzling Xiang Ming's performance, the more space He Chaoyue gets on the other side.

At that time, all that will be needed is a simple transfer.

He Chaoyue can determine the outcome of this match!

"Xiang Ming! Press him down!"

Wei Lai's words prompted Xiang Ming to immediately dribble forward, looking for an opportunity to break through.

However, he was soon surrounded.

"Return!"

Wei Lai received the pass from the diagonal rear and then passed it back to Wei Lai.

But he always stood closer to the left.

"Should we continue to apply pressure on the left side?" Zhan Jing kept glancing at He Chaoyue on the right.

With the pressure applied from the left, the space available to He Chaoyue on this side became increasingly larger.

But in the end, it all depends on how Wei Lai passes the ball.

After all, with Pei Le absent, Wei Lai was always in charge of the attack.

Snapped!
Wei Lai received the ball again.

But this time, the French U17 players did not press forward.

"Don't go over there, that guy is going to send it back."

"His goal is to pull us out."

"Hold your positions! Keep an eye on number 11!"

Wei Lai pulls the ball and turns.

He didn't have Pei Le's ability to spot attack opportunities in dense crowds, nor did he have such a wide field of vision, but...
"I'm not blind!"

There is a span of nearly five meters between the right center-back and the right back of the French U17 national team.

Wei Lai raised his right leg and made a very simple pass.

The ball slanted through the entire defensive line and rolled into the penalty area.

Teng!
The French U17 national team coach suddenly stood up.

He saw the long-silent Chinese number 7 making a high-speed forward run, leaping past the French full-back and bursting into the penalty area.

At that moment, my heart turned completely cold.

"Wei Lai makes a diagonal pass, He Chaoyue makes a forward run, not offside! Not offside! He Chaoyue!"

Zhan Jun suddenly stood up and saw He Chaoyue meet the ball with the instep of her foot and shoot. The ball flew towards the far end and went into the goal.

In the 75th minute, the Chinese U17 team scored again, taking a 2-1 lead over the French U17 team.

Pfft!
Hunterley Danny collapsed to the ground; his expression immediately fell the moment the goal was scored.

"Ruined!"

He really couldn't run anymore.

"He Chaoyue! A true striker! After 70 minutes of silence, the moment the camera focused on him was the moment he scored!"

"He Chaoyue seized the opportunity precisely, helping the Chinese U17 team score a crucial goal to take the lead, with fifteen minutes remaining in the match!"

Zhan Jing declared firmly, "Defend to the death! Hold on for these fifteen minutes, and let's make it to the semifinals!"

The live stream chat exploded.

"Holy crap! Are we really going to win?"

"This match was absolutely amazing! They didn't have many chances, but they capitalized on almost every one of them!"

"Hentley Danny was worn out; he started to run around the 65th minute of the second half."

"Yang Fan did a great job! He really followed Hunter Denny the whole time!"

"The others also performed brilliantly! Apart from conceding a goal at the beginning, they were almost entirely on track, especially the two wingers, Xiang Ming and He Chaoyue, they were absolutely amazing!"

"One tied the score, the other took the lead—are these China's two unparalleled stars?"

"Damn it! I'm going to Japan for the next show, and I'll definitely be there to support them!"

"I'm going too, it's the semi-finals! How can I miss it?"

"Tickets sold out in a second! Let Japan experience what it means to be 'sold out in a second'!"

In the 76th minute, the French U17 team made a substitution.

They substituted Hunterley Danny and sent two forwards to continue attacking the Chinese U17 defense.

Meanwhile, the Chinese U17 team took their time. In the 80th minute, Xue Guohao made the first substitution, with Kang Jianbin coming off and Zhang Yuan coming on as a substitute.

In the 83rd minute, Chen Zhe received the ball and fell to the ground, indicating that he had cramped up.

According to the rules, if a goalkeeper is injured, he does not need to leave the field, and the game will be suspended for a period of time.

In the 88th minute, China's U17 team made their last substitution, giving it to Xiang Ming, which was aimed at strengthening their defensive capabilities.

Defense!!
Defense!!
Defense!!
More than 10,000 Chinese fans were at the scene, chanting for defense.

They were incredibly excited; they were about to witness a historic moment.

"Holy crap? Five minutes of stoppage time? Go to hell!"

"How can it be five minutes! I'd rather have three minutes!"

"Damn it! I have to keep going!"

They cursed under their breath, but soon started chanting "defense" slogans again.

90+5 minutes!

Wei Lai timed the ball perfectly and flicked his head to send it flying out of bounds.

Just as they were preparing to rush to the flank to defend, the whistle blew.

Beep! Beep! Beep!
Three whistles sounded.

The game is over!

China's U17 team defeated France's U17 team 2-1.

"Ha~ha~ha~ha~"

Wei Lai, panting, turned to look at the time, which was frozen at 90+5 minutes.

"It's finally over!" Wei Lai clenched his fist tightly: "We won!"

Holy crap!

Weng Shaojie and the others rushed over excitedly and tackled Wei Lai to the ground.

More and more Chinese youth team substitutes rushed onto the field, cheering and shouting, unable to contain their excitement.

Semifinals!
The semifinals!

They've made it to the U17 World Cup semifinals!
They made another step forward during this race.

"The match is over. China's U17 team defeated France's U17 team 2-1 to advance to the U17 World Cup semi-finals. These young Chinese players have made history this time, and they will not stop. They will continue to move forward, to the semi-finals and even the finals!"

"This winter, Chinese football has ushered in its most exciting moment. A group of young people with dreams have marched forward with their heads held high, defeating one strong opponent after another, and officially entered the ranks of the top four!"

"Well done, guys!"

Zhan Jing could only take deep breaths repeatedly to calm himself down.

He rarely had such an exciting moment, but at this moment, he was so thrilled that he almost swore.

Zhan Jing shouted, "Let's follow in the footsteps of these young men and face a brand new challenge together! U17 World Cup semi-finals, here we come!"

"Wei Lai! Over here!"

As soon as Wei Lai stepped off the court, he was stopped by a reporter. He glanced at the reporter's press pass.

Yes! Central Bank!

Yao Cheng took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his inner joy, before asking Wei Lai:
"Congratulations on your victory and advancement to the semifinals. How do you feel now?"

Wei Lai smiled at the camera and said, "I'm very happy and proud!"

The boy's smile was infectious, and Yao Cheng couldn't help but smile back.

"How did you adjust after conceding a goal at the start of the match and then come back to win?"

Wei Lai thought for a moment: "Actually, it wasn't really an adjustment. We just played according to the pre-match tactical plan. Maybe we weren't frustrated by conceding a goal, or maybe we thought we could equalize, so we played steadily and eventually got our chance. Of course, that chance was created by Xiang Ming himself. I passed the ball a little too far."

Yao Cheng nodded: "So, is there anything you want to say to Xiang Ming? Like, thank you or something?"

Wei Lai grinned: "Let's skip the thanks, it's a bit weird."

Yao Cheng smiled and nodded: "Now that you've entered the semifinals, what are your predictions for the next match?"

Wei Lai shook his head: "There's no way to make any predictions. We just need to play our game well and make sure there's no chaos."

Yao Cheng noticed a hint of fatigue on Wei Lai's face and immediately said, "Okay, thank you Wei Lai for accepting our interview. We also hope that Wei Lai and the national youth athletes will achieve even better results in the upcoming competitions!"

As soon as the camera was turned off, Yao Cheng immediately turned to Wei Lai and gave him a thumbs up.

"Awesome! You guys played so well!"

Wei Lai grinned.

Even CCTV reporters say "awesome"?

But this is perhaps the highest praise that Chinese people can give without hesitation.

"Thank you!"

Wei Lai smiled and nodded before following the team into the players' tunnel.

Back in the locker room, Wei Lai immediately ran over and took a shower. When he came out, he found his teammates gathered together.

"What are you doing?"

Wei Lai, wiping his wet hair, leaned closer.

Yang Fan was holding a mobile phone, which was showing a live broadcast of the match.

The 90-minute regular match has ended.

The game ended in a draw after 30 minutes of overtime.

Brazil's U17 team drew 2-2 with Argentina's U17 team.

A brutal penalty shootout is underway.

Yellow jersey, blue shorts.

The iconic jersey of five-star Brazil.

A teenager with an afro took a running start and fired a low shot.

The Argentine youth team goalkeeper made a save, his fingertips barely touching the ball, but the ball was too powerful for him to clear.

The ball went into the net.

Brazil scored their first goal.

hiss! ! !
Yang Fan and the others almost simultaneously gasped in shock.

"Damn! I'm so nervous, I can hardly bear to watch it."

"That ball was just a little short; the power and angle were slightly off, and it would have been saved."

"The Argentine youth team goalkeeper reacted really quickly!"

"But Ronaldo's shot was really good!"

That boy with the afro was the Brazilian prodigy, Astiti von Ronaldo.

Soon after, the Argentine U17 team also took their first round of penalty kicks.

A short boy with long, curly hair walked out.

"Diego Ruma?" Yang Fan raised an eyebrow; "He always chooses his star player to take the first penalty?"

Chen Shaojie: "The first penalty is crucial. If we miss that, the subsequent penalties will all be problematic, and the pressure will increase!"

Wei Lai also went over to watch.

Diego Ruma took the penalty, shooting towards the bottom left corner, but his shot was easily deflected by a pair of large hands.

"It's over!"

"The first ball was saved?"

"The pressure must be immense now!"

"Argentina is in trouble!"

Sure enough, Brazil scored again on their second free throw.

The Argentine U17 team was affected to some extent, failing to score their second penalty.

Brazil's U17 team leads Argentina's U17 team 2-0.

After that, penalty kicks were awarded one after another until the end of the five rounds.

In the penalty shootout, Brazil's U17 team defeated Argentina's U17 team 5-3.

Brazil's U17 team advanced to the semifinals.

Some are happy, some are sad.

While the Brazilian youth team celebrated joyfully, the Argentine youth team members hung their heads, tears streaming down their faces.

The camera is focused on Diego Ruma.

The boy lowered his head, covering his face with his jersey, but his trembling shoulders showed how much self-blame and pain he was in.

The pressure of the first round of free throws is what gives us hope.

He failed to fulfill this obligation.

At that moment, Wei Lai felt as if his heart had been clenched.

The next two matches were against strong opponents, and he couldn't say for sure that he would win.

The joy of the victors and the pain of the vanquished.

He will surely experience one of them.

call!
Wei Lai let out a breath and whispered:

"I don't want to cry!"

Bang bang bang!
Simulated course.

The puppeteer coach, watching Wei Lai's performance, suddenly tilted his head.

“Stop!”

Wei Lai stopped passing the ball and turned to look over.

The puppeteer coach walked over:

"Congratulations on reaching the U17 World Cup semi-finals!"

Wei Lai nodded: "Thank you!"

The puppeteer coach looked at Wei Lai: "But you don't seem that happy?"

Wei Lai pursed his lips and nodded; "Yes!"

"Why?" the puppeteer coach asked.

Wei Lai sighed: "Actually, we could have played this game much more easily. I could have seen a lot of space, and I could have come up with different attacking routes and options, but in the end, I could only see those, but I couldn't utilize them."

“My technical deficiencies prevent me from doing better. Sometimes, I just need to get past the person in front of me to get into a new space where there are more offensive options, but I can only choose to pass back.”

"I'm a little unwilling to accept this!"

Puppet master coach: "But you won!"

Wei Lai: "But I haven't done well enough, I know that."

Coach Mumu smiled and said, "No one can be perfect. There will always be some problems after a game. The existence of these problems requires the team to review the game and the players to learn from the lessons. I am glad that you can see these problems. This means that you are not satisfied with this and you still want to continue to improve and grow."

"You're right, if you had addressed your technical deficiencies, the match would have been a completely different story, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a great match!"

"You have used every means to achieve this victory. You should be proud of yourself before you reflect on your problems."

Wei Lai lowered his head for a moment, then looked up again; "I've had my fill of pride, now it's time for us to reflect."

"This is really true."

The puppeteer coach rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile, "You remind me of someone!"

"Who?" Wei Lai asked.

The puppeteer coach remarked, "A guy who's never satisfied, and is crazy about breaking limits!"

“I never thought about breaking the limit, I just wanted to do better!” Wei Lai blinked and said.

The puppeteer coach shook his head and sighed, "Never mind, let's continue training!"

(End of this chapter)