Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 219 The Mind of Atlético Amsterdam

The moment the match started, it immediately turned into a high-octane display of Amsterdam Athletic's firepower.

As expected, the Rotterdam Warriors immediately deployed their bus.

Amsterdam Athletic, on the other hand, pressed forward aggressively after gaining possession of the ball.

They rely on Konrad Lechmann and Felix to try and create threats in the penalty area.

The problem is that the penalty area is now almost entirely filled with Rotterdam Warriors players, packed tightly together.

"Ahead! Hoist it in!"

Konrad Lehmann immediately rushed forward, colliding violently with the opposing defender, while another Rotterdam Warriors defender cleared the ball.

Hendrick regained control of the ball on the outside and continued to loft it inwards.

"Wasn't that a reckless move?"

Wei Lai watched from the sidelines, grinning from ear to ear.

Hendrick was getting impatient, constantly lobbing the ball inside without considering the timing or space, wanting the striker to engage in a physical battle with the opposing defender.

This style of play is very common in the Premier League, since the primary job of a Premier League center forward is to engage in physical battles with opposing defenders and create opportunities.

But neither Felix nor Conrad Lehmann belong to this type!

Through this period of contact, Wei Lai has gained some understanding of Hendrick.

They have good technique, high fighting spirit, and strong mental fortitude, but they play blindly in matches; to put it bluntly, they are not smart enough.

But he wasn't known for these abilities during his time at Manchester City.

In the early days, Rafael led the organization and attack; in the middle period, Spanish midfielder Erelotta led the team; in the later period, Manchester City collapsed because there were no more players like him to control the game. They handed the heavy responsibility to Hendrick, which eventually led to the captain being overwhelmed and leaving Manchester City.

The organizational problems at Atlético Amsterdam were only resolved after the emergence of the eccentric Marco de Jong.

"The play was too reckless!"

Pechamp and Morton stood on the sidelines, their brows furrowing as they watched the game.

Morton looked at Hendrick with a displeased expression, clearly not satisfied with Hendrick's performance.

Immediately, he looked to his right and saw Reyes, who was trailing behind, and his cheek twitched involuntarily.

The other teammates have all pushed into the penalty area.

The attacking formation at this point should have been a three-defender formation, but this guy insisted on dragging it back into a four-defender formation.

"What a forgetful person!" Morton couldn't help but curse.

He had lectured Reyessa more than once because of this problem, but the guy would agree quickly but never learn.

“Reyesa was completely outmatched by PSV Eindhoven last season, when they were just lurking behind him,” Pechan said, shaking his head. “That might have become a psychological barrier for him, making him hesitant to push forward too much.”

"That's a problem he needs to solve himself!" Morton said coldly.

Immediately, he turned his head and said, "Wei, go warm up!"

"what?"

Wei Lai is still watching the game and he is prepared for the possibility of playing in the second half.

but.
Wei Lai looked up at the time.

It's only been 25 minutes!
"No time!"

Pei Shang pulled Wei Lai up and helped him warm up on the sidelines.

The two ran together, and Pesson said:
"The problem with a tight defense is that it's hard to break through after a long period of attack. Once a counterattack is launched, the Rotterdam Warriors also have several fast players, and their counterattacks are equally threatening."

“You understand our general tactics. Your only task is to operate on the flanks and in the half-spaces, and at the right time, remind Hendrick that he is playing too blindly.”

Wei Lai nodded in response to Pei Shang's words.

The entire warm-up process was still not shown on camera.

Perhaps even the cameramen or directors didn't think that Atlético Amsterdam would make a substitution at this point.

But that's just Morton's personality!

He acts swiftly and decisively once he makes a decision.

"It's happening again! These Atlético Amsterdam players are playing blindly again. I've said it more than once, Hendrick is just a brainless brute; he can't do this kind of meticulous work. Six years ago, Rikölf left, and he took Atlético Amsterdam's brains with him!"

Dutch commentator Louis van Gaal, known for his sharp tongue, said with a look of disdain: "Ugly match! Is this how you lost to PSV Eindhoven!"

I glanced down at the comments section, and it was basically full of all sorts of insults and abuse.

Van Gaal scoffed. He wasn't afraid of any of this. If it weren't for work requirements, he would have directly confronted these idiotic fans.

If you play well, you play well; if you play badly, you play badly. Can't we even say what we mean?

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Zhan Jing said seriously:
"We can't break through the stalemate!"

Zhang Lu: "They're playing too casually. The quality of these crosses is terrible. These aren't crosses at all; they're messing with their own strikers!"

They watched as Felix and Conrad Lehmann were knocked into shape like yo-yos.

Zhan Jing shook his head; "Hendrick, he's back to his old ways again!"

During his time in the Premier League, Hendrick had a nickname: 'Stubborn Donkey'.

Regardless of right or wrong, I'm just stubborn!
The stubborn kind!

"Go up! Press him down!"

"Fight him! Make him afraid of you!"

"Remember! You are a warrior, you must fight him to the very end!"

Hendrick was getting all fired up, but his teammates were already in a terrible state from the crash.

Dutch commentator Louis van Gaal was furious.

"Try to turn it over! Can't you just turn it over with your feet? You're such an idiot!"

boom!
The ball flew out of bounds, and the referee looked towards the sidelines and suddenly blew his whistle.

Beep!
"Did the referee suddenly blow his whistle to stop the game because someone was injured?"

Zhan Jing was puzzled.

He didn't see anyone fall on the field!
At this moment, the camera suddenly pans to the sidelines.

At this, Zhan Jing's eyes widened.

He saw Morton standing on the sidelines with Wei Lai by the shoulder, talking to each other.

The fourth official standing nearby held up a sign.

[6/25]

26 minutes into the first half.

Reyesa (No. 6) was substituted off, and Wei Lai (No. 25) came on.

"Wei Lai! It's time to go on! Is he really going to go on? This isn't a reasonable time for his debut!"

Zhan Jing was somewhat taken aback, but then he suddenly realized what was happening.

"I've heard it said before that the debut of Atlético Amsterdam isn't called a debut, but rather a trial!"

"Young players are not sent out to make an appearance, but to be evaluated and developed into immediate contributors."

"In other words, Wei Lai came on with a mission. The moment he entered the field, he was no longer a young player, but one of the 11 players from Atlético Amsterdam. He wasn't there for his debut, but to win the game!"

The comments section exploded.

'Holy crap! They're already on stage?!'

'A substitution after 26 minutes? What's going on? This isn't the right time for a debut!'

"Didn't Coach Zhan say it wasn't his debut? It was an assessment, he's going on stage with a mission, he's ready to fight right away!"

'Damn! I thought Morton was already quite unrestrained when he coached Willie, but I didn't expect the Chinese Super League to still restrict him so much. A direct debut with only 26 minutes?'

'Faced with a tight defense, Atlético Amsterdam is out of options! In this situation, the longer the game drags on, the worse it will be for them; they need to play the decisive role earlier in the game.'

'That's decisive! Is this the mindset of a world-class coach?'

'A 17-year-old ready to play in the Dutch Eredivisie? What has Wei Lai been doing for the past four months?'

Fans were in an uproar, some excited, some worried, but all were eagerly anticipating Wei Lai's debut in the Eredivisie.

Moreover, this debut came so quickly and unexpectedly.

"Remember your mission!"

Grandpa Morton patted Wei Lai on the shoulder: "Go on! The assessment has begun!"

Wei Lai took a deep breath and did some simple stretching.

Reyesa had already arrived at the sidelines. He glanced at Wei Lai with resentment, but still raised his hands.

Snapped!
At the moment of the high-five, Wei Lai bent down slightly to touch the court, then gently patted his chest before suddenly stepping onto the court.

In the Dutch Eredivisie commentary booth, Van Gaal glanced through some documents.

He only found basic data about Wei Lai, such as his nationality, name, age, and jersey number; he couldn't find anything more detailed.

A 17-year-old boy who rarely leaves his home—where does he gather information from?

Moreover, he doesn't share the same style as Zhan Jing.

"Let's see what a 17-year-old can actually do."

He didn't continue his sarcastic remarks; he's not a mindless troll.

Moreover, there's a reason why Amsterdam Atlético is 17 years old!

"who is this?"

"Number 25? We have someone like that on our team?"

"Asian? Chinese? That's what the DJ said."

"Let's see how he performs!"

This is the reputation of Amsterdam Athletic at 17 years old!

Here, you can question whether a 32-year-old can't run anymore.

But you can't question whether a 17-year-old is a rookie!
In the first team of Atlético Amsterdam, rookies are simply eliminated.

Being given the opportunity to play means he has sufficient ability.

This is the reputation that Amsterdam Sport has cultivated over many years of youth training!
After Wei Lai entered the game, he rushed to the right side and called out to Hendrick:

"Captain, the old man told you to calm down."

After saying that, Wei Lai made a downward pressing gesture.

Hendrick pursed his lips, clearly still unhappy with the game.

Wei Lai turned his head, and Felix pointed at Wei Lai with both hands.

'My angel has arrived!'

call!
Wei Lai let out a short breath and immediately moved back a little distance.

Full-back Gael wanted to throw the ball forward, but Robinson was surrounded by players, so he could only pass the ball to Wei Lai, who was positioned relatively far back.

boom!
Wei Lai chested the ball down, and the moment it hit the ground, he immediately stepped on it.

Instead of passing the ball, he raised his hand to signal Gael not to retreat.

At the same time, he passed the ball to them.

"Pass it forward!" Gael didn't understand complicated English, but he understood simple words.

He passed the ball to Robinson along the wing.

Just as Robinson was about to receive the ball, Wei Lai had already rushed to the flank area and made a pass gesture.

Robinson immediately passed the ball back.

"Wei Lai received the ball and passed it around, but he didn't rush in; instead, he actively tried to create space for the opponent," Zhan Jing nodded. "That's more like it! You can't just blindly cross the ball."

Wei Lai immediately ran towards Hendrick, who was still about to cross the ball.

"team leader!"

Wei called out, but the other party pretended not to hear.

Just as Wei Lai was having a headache, a loud shout came from the sidelines.

"Maigen!!!!—"

This roar instantly cooled Hendrick down.

Even Wei Lai was stunned.

He turned his head and saw the old man with a flushed face, glaring angrily at Hendrick, shouting in such a loud voice that he didn't know how.

Swish!
The old man stared at Hendrick and pointed at Wei Lai.

Listen to him!

Immediately afterwards, he made a throat-slitting gesture.

'Otherwise you'll be in big trouble!'

Hendrick reluctantly withdrew his foot and passed the ball to Wei Lai.

Wei Lai breathed a sigh of relief as he received the ball and turned towards the penalty area.

The opposing team wasn't putting much pressure on us, or rather, they weren't pressing us at all.

They were all gathered in the restricted area, eyeing him intently.

"This is going to be tough!"

Wei Lai blinked, then delivered a low cross into the penalty area. He moved a few steps to his left and shouted to Konrad Lechmann, "Again!"

Konrad Lehmann immediately passed the ball back.

Despite being subjected to intense pressure, they were not knocked over.

Wei Lai passed the ball to the wing again, shouting, "Don't kick it, draw them over here!"

Robinson nodded and used his footwork to constantly disrupt the opposing players. When three players pressed him together, he passed the ball to Wei Lai on the flank.

Wei Lai received the ball and calmly stepped on it.

"Bring on another full-back."

Upon hearing this, Gael's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran forward happily.

Nobody dislikes attacking!

Wei Lai moved to a more centered position and then passed the ball to the right again.

"It's hard to poop!"

Wei Lai observed the opponent's formation, which was indeed like a tortoise shell, and he was very patient.

However, Coach Hairdryer said that you must not rush when facing a tight defense.

The anxious party will ultimately suffer a heavy blow.

"Patiently guide and lead!"

Wei Lai passed the ball around, occasionally stuffing it into the penalty area, but also immediately passing it back.

The entire Rotterdam Warriors' defense began to be gradually mobilized.

"Just like Wei Lai!"

Zhan Jing couldn't help but laugh.

He initially thought that Wei Lai would not be able to adapt to the pace of the Eredivisie, or that he would be too eager to perform and unable to think calmly.

But he found that he had worried too much.

It's still that old-fashioned way of playing!

They exploit the opponent's weaknesses, continuously interfering, distracting, and pressuring them until you make a mistake.

Bang bang bang!
With each pass, Amsterdam Athletic suddenly became very patient.

This also made the Rotterdam Warriors players irritable.

They were not afraid of the opponent's fierce and relentless attacks, because the previous attacks had been blind, and they were able to accurately judge the landing points and conduct specific defense.

But it's different now.

These guys are equally threatening when they pass the ball; you could say any turn could lead to a shot. They can only run hard, maintain absolute focus at all times, and dare not be careless in the slightest.

But this taut nerve will eventually snap.

Not to mention, they didn't know when the other side would suddenly launch a cross.

"Damn it!"

The captain of the Rotterdam Warriors glared angrily at Wei Lai, who was receiving the ball back, and shouted, "They pass the ball around, so we press and pressure them!"

When Wei Lai passed the ball again, the opponent immediately pressed hard, but the ball was still caught.

"They're starting to get anxious!"

Wei looked toward the penalty area.

The space can now be manipulated.

"Forwards! Move forward slowly, they're pressing hard, don't let them steal the ball."

Wei Lai shouted something and continued passing the ball.

This time, Felix created some space before passing the ball back again.

Upon seeing this, the Rotterdam Warriors players immediately shouted, "They're scared! Keep pressing!"

Felix grinned and looked at Wei Lai.

"What a little rascal!"

Wei Lai continued to pass the ball around, while the forwards also pulled outwards when they received the ball.

As the forwards pulled outwards, the Rotterdam Warriors players were also pulled forward and drawn into the movement.

This caused the opponent's formation to gradually lengthen without them realizing it. What was originally a flat and dense defensive line now had gaps in it.

The players on the field don't feel these things, but off the field, especially in the commentary booth and the stands, everyone sees them very clearly.

The Rotterdam Warriors' formation was somehow managed to create some space through a series of through balls and back passes.

"Captain! Hoist it in!"

Wei Lai passed the ball horizontally to Hendrick again and shouted.

After waiting for a while, Hendrick immediately crossed the ball.

Wei Lai grinned: "That was a good pass."

That pass was so low and lacked any skill; it was too poor.

Sure enough, the ball was cleared by the opposing goalkeeper before it even reached Konrad Lechmann.

boom!
The ball landed in the middle, and Wei Lai immediately ran over.

At the same time, the Rotterdam Warriors players also pressed forward aggressively.

"Grab him!"

"It's time to fight back!"

"Come on!"

A group of people rushed out of the restricted area all at once, creating a terrifying scene.

Anyone else would have passed the ball back to maintain a safe distance, just to be on the safe side.

But Wei Lai did not do that.

He had already seen Felix before he even received the ball.

Felix was preparing to move forward, his eyes also fixed on Wei Lai.

As Wei Lai met the falling ball, he suddenly twisted the instep of his foot and shoved the ball into the penalty area. The next second, he was knocked to the ground by someone.

But his mission was already complete.

The ball sailed over the entire defensive line and fell toward the left side of the six-yard box, where Felix leaped high.

"Offside!"

The Rotterdam Warriors' center-back suddenly raised his hand.

But he saw that the referee was unmoved and the linesman did not raise his flag.

This is not offside!
Ruined!
At that moment, only those three words remained in his mind.

boom!
Felix headed the ball powerfully into the goal.

The angle of the ball's top was very tricky; even with the goalkeeper's outstretched hand, he couldn't intercept it.

The ball struck the right goalpost and bounced into the net.

41 minutes, Amsterdam Athletic 1-0 Rotterdam Warriors.

Whoosh!!!

After a brief silence, the entire Amstel River Stadium erupted in a deafening roar of cheers.

At that moment, tens of thousands of fans jumped up, excitedly pumping their fists and shouting.

After a full 41 minutes of attack, they finally scored.

They finally broke through the turtle shell!

"Juan Felix! The once unstoppable super striker opened the scoring in this match, giving Atlético Amsterdam the lead!"

"A very crucial goal, and of course, the 17-year-old also did a fantastic job. He was incredibly calm. It's hard to imagine that among a group of professional players, a young guy who has just entered the Eredivisie could point out the direction of the team's attack. But this is Amsterdam! 17 is the age to create miracles!"

"Let's give a round of applause to Felix and 17-year-old Wei!"

Bang bang bang bang! !
On the sidelines, Peschan is applauding from the coaching bench.

It wasn't Felix's goal that was mentioned, but rather Wei Lai's passing and orchestration.

"That's the feeling, that feeling of dominating the field!" Peschan exclaimed excitedly. "He's definitely a potential superstar!"

"Yes!" Old Mr. Morton nodded, looking at the pitch, but then sighed, "But he still needs to practice. If he faces high-pressure pressing, his spiderweb will be torn to shreds!"

Pessan said excitedly, "That's not a problem, we won't take long."

He was even more confident than Wei Lai!

What Amsterdam Sporting FC is lacking right now is a brain like that.

The potential that Wei Lai has shown is enough to give them hope.

Start with the metronome and gradually transfer possession of the ball in midfield to Wei Lai.

Van Nestor is right.

This guy is the perfect Champions League piece for Atlético Amsterdam!
(End of this chapter)