Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 211 We are the champions

Chapter 211 We Are the Champions (Fourth Update)

"Yang Fan, keep up!"

Chen Shaojie shouted and rushed over immediately.

Just as he was about to arrive, Ronaldo suddenly flicked the ball with the instep, made a sudden stop and passed it across the box.

Chen Shaojie was cautious; he didn't turn around but kept watching Ronaldo as he continued running.

Sure enough, Xhaka suddenly stopped the ball and chose to pass it back.

"They almost pulled off a one-two!"

Chen Shaojie couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

His expression was somewhat anxious; the overall pace of the match was very fast, and they were finding it difficult to keep up.

Sometimes I can't even react in time.

Wei Lai stood still, his expression equally solemn.

"The pace is too fast!"

Wei Lai can keep up with the other party's pace, but that doesn't mean others can.

The passing speed is very fast, and the movements are very simple; a tactical combination can be completed in the blink of an eye.

This also requires the Chinese national youth team members to maintain absolute focus at all times and not to relax in the slightest.

But nerves are always taut; there's always a moment when they snap.

Wei Lai couldn't guarantee that his teammates could hold on until halftime.

"We need to find a way to slow down the pace!"

Wei Lai turned his head to look at the midfield area.

There are too few people.

"Old He, Xiang Ming, you two retreat. Don't think about attacking yet. Let's slow down the pace first!"

As soon as Wei Lai shouted, He Chaoyue and Xiang Ming immediately retreated, and Pei Le also began to retreat to provide support.

"We must establish a numerical advantage, otherwise the ball won't be able to be effectively distributed, and we'll be constantly under pressure!"

But there's another problem.

Wei Lai turned his head to look ahead.

Millennium stood alone at the front; his individual presence wasn't enough to deter the Brazilian youth team, allowing them to press and tackle with even greater impunity.

"This is fucking annoying!"

Wei Lai stepped forward and shoved Ronaldo aside with his shoulder.

The latter was knocked to the ground by the sudden impact.

Beep!
A sharp whistle sounded.

The referee immediately ran over.

"I saw you heading straight for someone!"

The referee pointed to his eyes; "I'll be watching you. Play smart, kid!"

Wei Lai pursed his lips and nodded.

Not giving out cards is already a good thing.

Ronaldo stared longingly at Wei Lai; "Hey! Aren't you going to help me up?"

Wei glanced at the other person.

Didn't understand!
Watching Wei Lai turn and leave, Ronaldo patted his behind, stood up, shrugged, and said, "What a lack of manners!"

"Ronnie, are you alright?"

Zaka ran over to ask.

Ronaldo shook his head; "It's nothing!"

Zaka: "You don't need to provoke him!"

Ronaldo: "I just think he's very threatening. Several times he looked up into the distance. He can keep up with our pace and is always ready to counterattack. If we don't take him down, we might get into trouble."

"It's a pity we couldn't let him win the card this time!"

Zaka pursed his lips: "Be careful."

Ronaldo nodded; "I know!"

Brazil's U17 national team won a free kick in the attacking third.

Commentator Hao Wei looked nervously at the field: "Wei Lai, you need to calm down! We know the situation is dangerous, but it's precisely at times like these that we must not lose our composure."

Hao Wei was genuinely worried that Wei Lai would break down under pressure.

Once Wei Lai collapses, the Chinese national youth team's midfield will completely fall apart.

"Old Wei's gone crazy!"

Yang Fan wiped his mouth.

Chen Shaojie: "He was under immense pressure, having to organize the offense, distribute the ball, and defend."

This was the first time they had ever seen Wei Lai so emotional.

Wei Lai had always been the most composed among them.

But this time, Wei Lai acted very irrationally.

"Old Chen!"

Yang Fan pursed his lips and said, "We have to give it our all, at least we have to get something done, right?"

Chen Shaojie nodded.

Yang Fan continued, "You're quick-witted, think of a solution. If we stabilize things here, the pressure on Wei Lai will be less, and we might even be able to get him involved in the counterattack."

Chen Shaojie: "I haven't decided yet. Let's run as fast as we can and defend this set piece well first!"

In the 41st minute, Brazil's U16 team had a free kick in the attacking third.

The Chinese U17 team has already set up a wall of players, with Brazilian midfielder Xhaka taking the penalty.

The rest of the players were almost all lined up in the penalty area of the Chinese national youth team, ready to rush in at any time.

Everyone became tense.

Zaka raised his right hand, with his right index finger sticking up.

Tactic Number One!
The Brazilian youth team immediately understood.

The Chinese national youth team immediately became vigilant.

Xhaka quickly took a running start, but instead of passing the ball, he suddenly passed it diagonally to the side, closer to the center line.

Brazilian full-back Lima quickly followed up, gently stopped the ball, and looked up at the goal.

He's going to shoot!

Mao Biao quickly assessed the situation: "Go up and block it!"

He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, Pei Le, and others immediately rushed forward.

At this moment, Lima suddenly passed the ball to the right, and Dudumark received the ball in the right flank area.

Commentator Hao Wei said nervously, "The continuous passing and distribution have stretched our defense too much. Hold your positions and don't be fooled!"

At that moment, Dudumark aimed and immediately crossed the ball.

Wei Lai stood in the middle, watching Brazilian youth team striker Alan with Jin Yaowen, looking up at the ball flying over them in the air.

"Back post!"

Wei Lai immediately turned around and shouted.

Lu Chaokuan immediately ran towards the back post, and Mao Biao also quickly turned around.

But Ronaldo was already one step ahead, having moved forward to that point.

"Block it!"

Lu Chaokuan charged in from the side and roared at Mao Biao.

Mao Biao lunged forward and blocked the path with his body.

Ronaldo suddenly straightened his chest and flicked the ball up.

"Army!"

Mao Biao couldn't get up in time and could only shout.

"coming!"

Lu Chaokuan also lunged forward and stretched out his foot to block.

At this moment, Ronaldo suddenly flicked the ball a second time with his left foot, sending it to his right.

"What the hell?"

"It's over!"

Lu Chaokuan and Mao Biao were both stunned.

boom!
With a powerful right-footed shot, goalkeeper Chen Zhe had no chance to react at such close range, and the ball went into the net.

Swish!
In the 41st minute, the Brazilian U17 team scored again, taking the lead.

"The situation is getting a bit bad!" Commentator Hao Wei shook his head and sighed. "The Brazilian U17 team did a really good job with this set piece, continuously drawing our players outwards and to the right, which naturally created space on the left. Dudumac's cross was also very accurate, and most importantly, Ronaldo's shot!"

He used his chest to lift the ball, avoiding Mao Biao's block.

He faked a shot with his left foot and then chipped the ball up a second time, not only avoiding Lu Chaokuan's block but also moving the ball to the right side, before following up with a shot with his right foot.

This whole process is so meticulous that even the most discerning fans can't find fault with it.

Perhaps, this is what genius is all about!
"Damn! This guy's really showing off!"

"Two feints in a row? He's really good at keeping his composure!"

"A bipedal monster! Its left and right legs are so perfectly balanced!"

"This is really going to be difficult!"

The Chinese national youth team players shook their heads, looking at Ronaldo. They couldn't find fault with that goal.

If it weren't for the opposing team, this goal would have been enough to make them applaud.

"Let's play it safe for now! We'll figure something out in the second half!"

Wei Lai let out a breath and forced himself to calm down.

He also really wanted to fight back and attack.

But now, the Brazilian U17 team has shown their fighting spirit and found their rhythm. If they press forward aggressively, there will inevitably be gaps in their defense, and they could very well launch a counter-attack and concede another goal.

In the current situation, conceding another goal would truly be too late to recover.

"Stay calm! Stabilize the defense first! We'll adjust during halftime."

Hao Wei was worried that the Chinese youth team would get carried away and try to catch up in the score regardless of the consequences.

Fortunately, the teenagers remained very calm.

Continue to solidify your position and gradually repel the opponent's attacks.

Also, the Brazilian U17 team's offensive attacks weren't as intense.

Beep!
Finally, the whistle blew, and halftime was over.

After 45 minutes, the current score is China U17 trailing Brazil U17 1-2.

The Chinese fans in the stands were buzzing with discussion.

"It feels like things are going to be tough? We've been under pressure for the entire first half!"

"Brazil's pace is still too good, and overall they are much stronger than us."

"They play too delicately, their footwork is agile, and after a few passes, they can easily create gaps in our defense."

"Think of something in the second half! We can't keep playing like this!"

"Let's free Wei Lai up! He's been running himself ragged behind, running left and right, he has no energy left to organize anything!"

"Old Xue! Think of something!"

"At this point, we can only rely on Lao Xue (Xue Ziqi) to see how he adjusts things during halftime!"

The locker room of the Chinese national youth team during halftime.

"I can't keep up. Their pace is too fast. They don't give us any time to react. It's the same on offense as on defense."

Yang Fan grinned and said, "Let's keep it simple. We really can't compete with Brazil's technical skills head-on!"

Everyone also nodded.

Yang Fan was right; they were trying to outpace Brazil, which was suicidal.

Wei Lai spoke up, "I also think we should play simpler, a bit rougher is fine, as long as we can maintain our defense, at least we can still launch counterattacks!"

The first half was very difficult.

The core tactic is to control the midfield tempo.

Perhaps, with these victories, the coaching staff has become somewhat superstitious about technical style of play, but when they actually face a team like the Brazilian U17 team that plays with footwork and tempo, they simply can't keep up.

"All right!"

Xue Guohao clapped his hands and said, "We have fully taken your suggestions into account. In the second half, we will focus on sweeping through the midfield and building up enough defensive strength in the backfield to wait for counterattacks!"

Just like Wei said, it's okay to be a little rough around the edges; the key is to win.

During this period, the coaching staff has indeed become somewhat impatient; they not only want to win, but also want to win convincingly.

But sometimes, to win, you just need to get the right attitude.

In football, China has always been a weak team for Brazil!

Weak teams should play like weak teams!
"Coach Xue is really obedient!" Yang Fan turned to He Chaoyue and said, "I was afraid he would be stubborn and wouldn't listen to any advice. Now it's much safer."

Xue Guohao squinted and said, "I'm listening!"

Yang Fan immediately said awkwardly, "Ahem! My voice was a bit too loud!"

Xue Guohao shook his head.

But Yang Fan is right, sometimes the problem is when the head coach is stubborn.

The players' feelings should always come first.

They are firsthand witnesses to the game, and there are many things that cannot be seen from the sidelines. Therefore, Xue Guohao is very willing to listen to the voices and opinions of these players.

Obey me!
Winning is more important than anything else!

"Pei Le rests in the second half, Yang Fan moves up to the defensive midfield position, and Zhang Yuan plays as a full-back."

"We'll play a 4-5-1 formation in the second half! Pack up numbers in the midfield and defense, organize the opponent's attacks, and look for opportunities to launch counter-attacks!"

"Wei Lai, don't drop too deep. Leave the sweeping work to Yang Fan and Chen Shaojie. They can do this job well. Your task is to choose the clearest counter-attack strategy for the team the moment you receive the pass."

Xue Guohao said seriously, "Find a way to break through their defenses!"

Wei Lai pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand!"

"Alright!" Xue Guohao clapped his hands and said, "The second half is more important. Don't talk now, rest as much as possible to recover your energy. When you get on the field, run like crazy!"

Yang Fan leaned close to Wei Lai and whispered:

"What do you think we should do if the Brazilian U17 team doesn't attack in the second half? After all, they're already in the lead; if they can just stall, they can win!"

Wei Lai shook his head; "No, they will attack!"

Yang Fan nodded; "Indeed, their intention to attack is very strong."

“No!” Wei Lai shook his head; “Because they have poor discipline, they can’t stand the time-wasting with us!”

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Commentator Hao Wei announced loudly, "The national youth team coaching staff has made some changes. Pei Le has been substituted off, Zhang Yuan has come on as a substitute, Yang Fan has moved to the defensive midfield position, and Wei Lai has been pushed up a bit further. Clearly, the national youth team coaching staff still hopes to create opportunities through Wei Lai!"

"Of course, Pei Le is also an excellent player, but his physical fitness and physique are his weaknesses, which prevent him from playing a sufficient role in high-intensity, fast-paced games."

Pei Le sat on the bench.

His expression showed a hint of resentment, but he also knew that he could no longer help the team.

"You've done enough!"

Yu Jiahe suddenly reached out and patted Pei Le on the shoulder.

Pei Le shook his head: "It's not enough! My body is too weak, and my physical fitness is not good enough."

After this competition, he will need to strengthen his strength training and also work on his physical fitness.

In the past, when faced with pressure, I would habitually 'disappear'.

He's really bad at handling disadvantageous situations.

But if he continues like this, he won't improve, and he might even fall behind his teammates.

boom!
Yang Fan and Allen collided, both staggering, but almost simultaneously started moving towards the ball.

Yang Fan was a bit more agile and made a sudden tackle, poking the ball away first.

"Great job! Yang Fan!"

Chen Shaojie received the ball and exclaimed in admiration.

"Stop babbling and send it quickly!"

Yang Fan cursed loudly.

We conceded a goal, and I'm not finished with you!

Chen Shaojie passed the ball to He Chaoyue on the wing, who then passed it across to Wei Lai.

The moment Wei Laigang received the ball, he suddenly felt pressure coming from behind.

"You won't let me turn around?"

Wei Lai tried to turn around, but each time he was blocked.

"Return!"

Fortunately, He Chaoyue did not rush forward and remained in a supporting position.

The same applies to Xiang Ming on the other side.

Wei Lai pursed his lips and turned to look at Qianxi.

He probably memorized the position of the millennium.

He Chaoyue passed the ball to Wei Lai again, and Wei Lai immediately made a lateral pass to Xiang Ming.

"do it yourself!"

Wei Lai shouted.

Xiang Ming immediately started.

boom!
Xiang Ming was taken down by the two men.

"Damn it! They're trying to trap us like this!"

Xiang Ming sat on the ground and raised his hands: "Isn't this a foul?"

"Get up quickly!"

Wei Lai shouted and charged all the way to the end of the middle circle, where he did not retreat.

He is the pivot of the counterattack; if he retreats too far, the team's counterattack center will cease to exist.

Watching Yang Fan and Chen Shaojie run desperately, blocking his path back and forth, Wei Lai could only grit his teeth:
"Hang in there! Just a little bit more!"

Brazil continued their attack, just as Wei Lai had predicted; they were far from satisfied with just one goal.

Under this offensive pressure, the Chinese national youth team's defense also becomes extremely vulnerable.

But while there are dangers, there are also opportunities.

"Old Chen! Cover for me!"

"Shovel it out! Hoe it out!"

"I'm fucking here!"

"Ignore him! Hold off the one in front!"

"Great Mao is mighty!"

The Chinese U17 team tenaciously resisted the repeated attacks from the Brazilian U17 team.

But the Chinese national youth team was still forced into the game.

Wei Lai gritted his teeth. He desperately wanted to retreat and provide support, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose his position.

Just like the head coach said, even if He Chaoyue and Xiang Ming retreat, he cannot retreat.

Time passed slowly, and the Brazilian U17 team began to bombard the Chinese U17 team's penalty area.

In the 72nd minute, goalkeeper Chen Zhe rushed out and punched the ball away with both fists.

Chen Shaojie faced the ball but instead of receiving it, he let it pass directly.

This caused Xhaka behind him to misjudge the situation, and the ball rolled straight towards Wei Lai at the end of the center circle.

Snapped!
"Wei Lai!!"

Commentator Hao Wei suddenly shouted, "They're about to launch a counterattack!"

Wei Lai pulled the ball and suddenly turned around, then took a big step forward.

Behind him, Brazilian youth team midfielder Vinicius was closely marking Wei Lai.

But when Wei Lai ran, he intentionally or unintentionally swung his arms, which blocked Winnie from making any progress.

Wei Lai ran from the central axis to the left.

Meanwhile, Millennium had already set up a defensive line and was ready to launch an attack at any time. He Chaoyue and Xiang Ming also sprinted forward and immediately caught up with the second echelon.

After that, there were Yang Fan and Lu Chaokuan.

Wei Lai kept observing, trying to understand that this might be the last chance to fight back.

He must cherish this opportunity!

"Wei Lai is still dribbling, he hasn't passed the ball yet! How should we handle this ball?"

Xiang Ming had already broken out from Wei Lai's side.

When Wei Lai saw Xiang Ming making a forward run, he pulled the full-back in front of him out of the way.

"An opening has appeared!"

The distance between the Brazilian full-back and the center-back has been widened.

Wei Lai suddenly rammed to the right, almost causing Winnie to lose his balance and fall.

By the time he was about to rush over for revenge, Wei Lai had already swung his right foot.

"Right foot?"

Winnie was astonished.

Wei Lai leaned his entire body inward, swung his right foot hard, and shoved the ball fiercely.

boom!
"Wei Lai! Pass the ball!" Hao Wei's eyes widened as he saw the ball slip through the gap between the Brazilian center-back and the full-back, then suddenly curve inwards.

"An arcing, ground-hugging slash!" commentator Hao Wei exclaimed loudly; "One of Wei Lai's signature moves! Can Qianxi catch up?"

Millennium sprinted forward with all his might, his face turning red, just as he was about to catch up with the ball.

"Old He!"

Millennium roared and then passed the ball to the right again.

After the ball was passed to him, he could no longer hold on and fell forward hard.

But he lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on his right.

He Chaoyue followed up with a touch of the ball and had already entered the penalty area.

The Brazilian defender blocked again, and the goalkeeper was also near the right side, but He Chaoyue suddenly flicked his foot with a slow and deliberate movement.

The ball followed a parabola, flying towards the far post on the left.

There, Xiang Ming sprinted at full speed, throwing himself out of the way.

"He Chaoyue lobs the ball to the far post again, Xiang Ming!" Hao Wei slammed his fist on the table and stood up; "A diving header!—"

Xiang Ming's forehead made solid contact with the ball, and he slammed it into the net.

In the 73rd minute, the Chinese U17 team launched a quick counter-attack and equalized the score.

China U17 2-2 Brazil U17! "Goal!! Goal!! Xiang Ming! Xiang Ming saved the team! A brilliant counter-attack, this is the effect we need, well done! Boys!"

Hao Wei stood up excitedly, cheering and shouting continuously.

At the same time, tens of thousands of Chinese fans in the stadium also stood up suddenly, and they erupted in a thunderous cheer.

Whoosh who ...

A frenzied cheer erupted, seemingly engulfing the entire stadium.

At this moment, no one can remain calm.

They were suppressed for a full 70 minutes!
A fierce battle that lasted a full 70 minutes!
In the end, they tied the score with a sharp counterattack.

The opportunity is still there!

Hope remains!
"ah!!!!!!!--"

Upon confirming the goal, Xiang Ming immediately got up and excitedly rushed towards the corner flag.

His eyes were filled with tears.

This goal gave them hope!
"Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"

Wei Lai, Qian Xi, and others tackled Xiang Ming to the ground.

At this moment, they were overwhelmed with excitement.

Goal!
We've finally tied it!
The immense pressure dissipated considerably, finally allowing them to catch their breath.

"Holy crap! Goal! Goal! Lao Xue! Lao Xue! I told you they could do it! They definitely could!"

Liu Guowei hugged Xue Guohao tightly, jumping up and down excitedly.

Xue Guohao gently patted his chest, seemingly trying to remain calm.

But his trembling lips and shaking hands showed that he was equally excited.

"calm down!"

Xue Guohao forced himself to calm down.

Despite leveling the score, the game is not over yet.

"Xiang Yu! Go warm up!"

At the same time, the Brazilian U17 team immediately made a substitution.

The moment the Chinese U17 team scored, the situation changed, and both coaching staffs began making substitutions.

For the Chinese U17 team, Xue Guohao substituted Xiang Ming, who scored the goal, with Xiang Yu coming on as a substitute.

Brazil, on the other hand, made two substitutions for their forwards.

Should we continue the attack?

Xue Guohao frowned, and then he paused for a moment.

"Ruined!"

"What's wrong?" Liu Guowei turned his head nervously.

Xue Guohao said blankly, "I forgot about the overtime issue!"

He was preoccupied with how to strengthen the defense, but forgot about the issue of overtime.

If a player is substituted off the field, then they cannot play again.

Even if they give an extra spot in overtime, they can't let Xiang Ming play again.

On the other hand, Brazil sacrificed some defensive strength and deployed two forwards.

This is to have these two forwards take over from Ronaldo and continue to attack the Chinese national youth team's defense. If the game goes into extra time, Ronaldo can take advantage of this rest period to continue to perform in extra time.

"We can't let it go into overtime!"

Whether it's the issue of player substitutions or the depth of the Chinese national youth team's bench.

Once the game goes into overtime, the Chinese national youth team will be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of their opponents.

There is still one substitution slot available, but the Chinese national youth team is running out of energy.

"Kang Jianbin!"

Xue Guohao gritted his teeth, turned around and shouted, "Get ready to go on stage!"

He's going to take a gamble.

The decisive moment is less than 20 minutes left!
A life-and-death fight!

Snapped!
Xue Guohao pressed down on Kang Jianbin's shoulders with both hands and said seriously, "After you go up there, tell Wei Lai that if there's an opportunity, make a long pass towards the front. Then you and He Chaoyue, go all out to push into the penalty area. Whether it's to create a penalty, a set piece, or a corner kick, you have to push forward, understand?"

"understand!"

Kang Jianbin immediately nodded and responded loudly.

In the 75th minute, the Chinese U17 team used its last substitution.

Chen Shaojie was replaced by Kang Jianbin.

"I...I feel like I'm going to die!"

After Chen Shaojie left the field, he plopped down in front of the substitutes' bench, panting heavily.

"Have some water!" Liu Guowei handed over a bottle of water.

Chen Shaojie waved his hand without looking up:

"No, I won't drink anymore. Drinking... I'll throw up!"

He swallowed hard and looked up at the stadium.

Bros!
Hang in there!
boom!
Wei Lai received the ball, turned, and launched a long ball forward.

"The Chinese U17 team kept launching long balls forward, while Kang Jianbin and He Chaoyue continuously attacked the opponent's penalty area. Despite being outnumbered, they still charged forward fearlessly!"

Kang Jianbin, carrying two Brazilian center-backs, used all his strength to stop the ball and then passed it out in one swift motion.

"What a transcendence!"

Swish!
He Chaoyue suddenly sprinted forward.

But the opposing full-back blocked his path, and with a quick cut, he suddenly moved laterally along the edge of the penalty area.

"He Chaoyue! Move laterally, this is his most familiar position, can he find an opportunity to shoot?"

Commentator Hao Wei looked over nervously.

The fans in the stadium also looked tense.

"We can't create enough space!"

He Chaoyue gritted his teeth, intending to forcefully try a kick.

But at that moment, a tremendous pressure suddenly came from his shoulder, and the next second, he was sent flying sideways.

"foul!!"

Hao Wei jumped up and shouted, "That's a foul! It's definitely a foul!"

Throughout the stadium, Chinese fans roared wildly.

"Foul! Foul!"

"That's definitely a foul! Blow the whistle!"

"foul!"

Amidst roars, the referee ran over, pointed to the edge of the penalty area, and blew his whistle.

A Brazilian defender committed a foul, giving the Chinese U17 team a free kick in the attacking third.

call!
He Chaoyue got up from the ground, and Wei Lai had already arrived by then.

"Wei Lai, find an opportunity to shoot towards the far post."

He Chaoyue's tone suddenly stopped as he saw Wei Lai staring intently at the goal.

"What did you say?" Wei Lai came to his senses.

He Chaoyue looked at Wei Lai and slowly shook her head: "You decide for yourself!"

After saying that, he turned and ran to the outside of the human wall, closer to the right side.

Wei Lai gently placed the ball on the ground.

Judging by the distance, it's about 18 meters, and the ball is positioned to the left, making it ideal for a right-footed penalty kick.

It can shoot from both the far and near corners.

At the same time, it can also lob the ball into the penalty area to create opportunities for players like He Chaoyue and Qianxi.

"Wei Lai stood at the penalty spot. It was a set piece in the 84th minute. Perhaps the young Chinese players couldn't create a better chance than this again!"

"I don't want to put pressure on Wei Lai, but he needs to understand that this kick is not only about himself, but also about his team's honor and the expectations of fans across the country!"

"Wei Lai! Hang in there! Keep going!"

In the stands, the fans were already incredibly nervous.

Set pieces are not as consistent as penalty kicks.

Not only was the distance quite far, but there was also a wall of defenders blocking the way, which greatly increased the difficulty of scoring a goal.

"Wei Lai! Seize the opportunity! If this goal goes in, I'll sing your praises for the rest of my life!"

"Wei Lai! Keep it up!"

"Hold on under pressure!"

"Wei Lai! Believe in yourself!"

"come on! Come on!"

The fans were trembling with tension, and some with weaker mental fortitude had even closed their eyes.

An atmosphere of extreme tension permeated the entire stadium.

On the Chinese national youth team coaching bench, Xue Guohao pulled Liu Guowei over.

"Come on! Kneel down together!"

The two knelt on the sidelines.

Liu Guowei: "This isn't a penalty kick!"

Xue Guohao: "Then pray for me too!"

"Who are you praying for?!"

"Anyone will do! If this ball goes in, I'll enshrine it in my home and burn incense and kneel in worship every day!"

On the court, Wei Lai slowly increased his running distance.

He lowered his head.

But the words of Coach Beckham echoed in my mind.

"That was the most precious goal of my career. It was a goal that completely set the stadium on fire. I saved my country!"

"What were you thinking at the time? Good question! Actually, I wasn't thinking about anything. I knew I could seize this opportunity. How could my experience from training day and night betray me? The key is to believe in yourself!"

Wei Lai slowly raised his head, his expression calm, but his eyes seemed to flash with lightning.

"trust yourself!"

The camera zooms in on Wei Lai's face.

Commentator Hao Wei was suddenly stunned.

A cold wind brushed against his face, ruffling the boy's hair, yet his expression remained remarkably calm despite the tense and crucial moment.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered an old saying.

"A man with thunder in his heart yet a calm face is worthy of being a general!" Commentator Hao Wei declared forcefully. "Wei Lai! Believe in yourself!"

He had a strong premonition!
Wei Lai will take this set piece himself!

The referee gestured to the Brazilian goalkeeper, and at that moment, everyone held their breath.

All eyes were fixed on Wei Lai, who was standing alone at the free-throw line.

Wei Lai lowered his head.

What kind of person can win a championship?

He still doesn't understand!

But he understood that if a person doesn't even trust himself, then the championship will slip away from him.

"This time, hard work will not betray me!"

Beep!
The whistle sounded.

Wei Lai started quickly, without any hesitation.

Every step I took felt so familiar.

Familiar routes, familiar frequencies, familiar spans.

Through thousands of hours of training, these skills have become ingrained in the body.

Swing your arm!

Lean forward!

The supporting leg bends, and the right instep strikes the ball.

And most importantly, hook your foot!

Swish!
The ball suddenly flew upwards, tracing a beautiful arc as it plummeted into the far corner.

As the Brazilian youth team goalkeeper was making his judgment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of He Chaoyue pulling sharply inward.

This caused his body to freeze instinctively, and by the time he looked up at the ball again, it was too late.

Swish!
The ball bounced into the net, the crisp sound reaching my ears.

The Brazilian youth team players turned their heads in disbelief.

"You're in?"

"They really made it in?"

"Now we're in big trouble!"

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!--

A sudden roar erupted throughout the stadium.

At the moment the goal was scored, tens of thousands of people rose to their feet and roared.

Those flushed faces said it all.

They screamed hysterically, they laughed and cried, they cheered and jumped for joy, raising their arms as if to announce something.

Wei Chenggong gazed at the field, and at that moment, he was unusually calm.

Various memories flooded my mind.

From the moment he sent Wei Lai to Jiaozhou Weili Football School, a series of scenes rapidly unfolded.

The final moment was when Wei Lai secured a spot in the top division and was confirmed to join the national youth team.

He said, "To win glory for the country!"
"Good son!"

His son withstood that kick!
"Ah!!! Xiao Lai! Xiao Lai! Xiao Lai scored! He's a hero! Our son is a hero!"

Chen Qian excitedly turned her head, grabbed Wei Chenggong's cheek, turned him around, and gave him a hard kiss on the lips.

Haw!

Wei Chenggong's eyes widened, and he suddenly shuddered.

"Wife! Calm down!"

Hao Wei stood there in the commentary booth for a while, stunned.

His professional instincts told him that he should say something at this moment.

He wanted to say that only perseverance can lead to success, and the source of perseverance lies in unwavering determination.

He also wanted to say that although patience and perseverance are painful things, they can gradually bring us the light of hope.

He wanted to say that without a firm will, nothing can be accomplished!

But the words come to your lips.

"ah!!!!!!!!!--"

"Wei Lai! Wei Lai! Wei Lai! Wei Lai! Wei Lai!!!!!!!!!!"

He couldn't say a word; he could only call out Wei Lai's name over and over again, instinctively shouting and cheering.

But at this moment, no one cared!
Because everyone was ecstatic!
dong dong dong dong!

My heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to jump out at any moment.

The tranquility of that moment was long gone; Wei Lai now felt his legs trembling and he could barely stand.

But soon, he wouldn't have to stand anymore.

"Old Wei!!—"

"Holy crap!!—"

"Wow, that's awesome!!"

"Brilliant!!"

"I'm kneeling! I'm kneeling before you!"

Yang Fan was the first to rush over, followed closely by He Chaoyue, Qian Xi, Kang Jianbin, and almost everyone else. They all rushed towards Wei Lai and tackled him to the ground.

Leading, tied, trailing, tied, leading again!

This final match was like a rollercoaster ride.

But most importantly, they took the lead!

There were less than ten minutes left in the game.

"Defense!! Defense!!—"

Xue Guohao roared with all his might from the sidelines.

"Hold on to the death!!!"

That's right!

We must hold on to the death!

Hold onto this point, and the championship is theirs!

The game resumed.

Commentator Hao Wei shouted with all his might.

"Hold on! Hold on! Hold on tight! The Brazilians won't let us win so easily, but we will never let them turn the score around again! Come on, lads, hold on! You must hold on!"

"Yang Fan! Run him over! Don't think about gentleness, kindness, frugality, or humility at this moment, just run him over! Run him over!"

"That's right! Do it this way! Even if it's a foul, we can't let them in! Buy time! Buy time! Hey you! Why are you climbing so fast? Push them down! Push them down!"

"Don't give them a chance! Don't give them a chance! Never give them a chance!"

Hao Wei's voice suddenly stopped. He covered his head and gasped for breath.

They're screaming that they're lacking oxygen!

"Here! Here! Kang Jiabin, hold him down! Destroy! Destroy!"

boom!
Kang Jianbin poked the ball away, and Liu Guowei nimbly jumped, letting the ball slip past him and roll far away.

The Brazilian youth team players immediately took the ball from the ball boy and threw it back onto the field.

At this point, it was already injury time.

The Brazilian coaching staff were also cheering.

The Brazilian coach was equally furious, as the Chinese U17 team scored a goal from a set piece in the final moments; the match was utter garbage.

He was even thinking about how to handle overtime – this Chinese head coach!

This madman actually planned to kill the game in regulation time, and he actually made the right bet.

Now, all plans have been ruined.

They have no choice but to score a goal, as this is the only way they can have a chance of survival.

"Ronnie! Go up! Go up!"

The Brazilian coach roared.

But Wei Lai and He Chaoyue flanked Ronaldo from both sides until they forced him to stop.

At this moment, the man with the afro lost his usual composure and lobbed the ball directly into the penalty area, trying to get as close to the goal as possible.

But Mao Biao jumped up and smashed the ball away.

Lu Chaokuan quickly followed up and kicked out of the predicament.

"roll!--"

The ball flew directly out of bounds.

"Quick! Quick! There's still a chance!"

Xhaka quickly retrieved the ball, and as he was about to take the penalty, he noticed that the referee had already put the whistle in his mouth.

Snapped!
Xhaka throws the ball in frustration.

The referee blew his whistle the moment the ball entered the field.

Beep! Beep! Beep! —

Three whistles sounded!

The game is over!

In the 2026 FIFA U-17 World Cup in Japan, China's U-17 team defeated Brazil's U-17 team 3-2 to win the championship!
thump!
thump!
thump!
One by one, the Chinese national youth team players collapsed to the ground the moment the whistle blew.

Yang Fan lay on the ground, his eyes closed, panting heavily, greedily inhaling the air.

"It's exhausted! Utterly exhausted!"

He muttered to himself, a slow smile spreading across his lips. He raised his arms and shouted:
"champion!--"

"We are the champions!—"

champion!!!!!!--

From the coaching bench, the substitute players suddenly burst out, running wildly all over the field.

At this moment, they brought glory to all their compatriots.

This hard-won championship is their most precious possession right now.

"Damn! This game was exhausting!"

He Chaoyue suddenly cursed.

Wei Lai turned his head; "You...you can swear like that?"

"Of course!" He Chaoyue turned her head: "Do you think I don't swear normally?"