Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 222 The Slap

boom! boom! boom!
In the simulated lesson, Wei Lai's several guiding passes were suddenly intercepted.

"Too fast! You're in too much of a hurry!"

The puppeteer coach offered reminders from the side.

Wei Lailie grinned;
"continue!"

Once the lesson resumed, Wei Lai immediately started spinning around in the middle of the room like a top.

The puppeteer coach watching from the side grinned from ear to ear.

Ten minutes passed.

"stop!"

The puppeteer coach immediately called a halt.

Wei Lai stopped and turned to look at them, puzzled.

"You're too anxious!"

The puppeteer coach walked over and looked at Wei Lai, saying, "You should relax."

"If I relax, how do I guide the conversation? The rhythm will then be established!"

what!
The puppeteer coach sighed again.

"You won't listen to anything now!"

Wei Lai blinked, still puzzled.

The puppeteer coach said, "You're not controlling the rhythm right now; you're being led by it."

He pointed to his head; "Your head is like a high-speed machine right now, it's under heavy load, you need to cool it down."

"Huh?" Wei Lai didn't answer: "How do we lower the temperature?"

The puppeteer coach sighed and said, "You've been in the Netherlands for more than four months now, haven't you?"

Wei Lai nodded.

"Have you explored this city? Go for a walk. You can get a new hairstyle or buy a new outfit. You can visit the Amstel River, see the old church, check out the bustling harbor, or even watch a low-level sporting event to cool your mind. Trust me, it will help you improve."

The puppeteer coach laughed and said, "Go and experience life. Your life shouldn't just be about training."

In the early morning, the morning training team finished their training.

Wei Lai looked at Conrad, Lehmann, and Felix and asked them seriously;

What do you all do when you're not training?

The two looked at each other.

Felix stroked his chin and said, "I'll stay home with my family, or go play a round of golf to relax."

Konrad Lehmann: "I don't really like going out, so I stay home and play games."

Wei Lai hesitated for a moment; "Are you very familiar with Amsterdam?"

Felix pointed to Conrad Lehmann; "He should know him better."

Conrad Lehmann stared at Wei Lai, then suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"You're thinking"

"No!" Wei Lai immediately shook his head. Without needing to say more, he knew that this guy had misunderstood.

“Take me to explore the city? I’ve hardly ever left the training base.” Wei looked at Conrad Lehmann and Felix.

The two exchanged a glance, and the former shrugged and said, "There's not much to see, but I can take you to some tourist attractions."

"Either is fine!" Wei Lai nodded. "Or watch a game, a youth training match will do."

"Ok."

Despite not understanding what Wei Lai wanted to do, Conrad Lehmann agreed.

Felix, who was standing nearby, raised his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I can't participate. I have to go with my daughter."

Wei Lai nodded to indicate that he understood.

He just wants a tour guide; if that's not possible, he can go out and explore on his own.

The training camp started at 3 p.m., so they had a whole morning to play around.

Konrad Lehmann's vehicle is a very rugged off-road vehicle with a high chassis and a large interior space, but both the center console and the exterior are very rough around the edges.

With the roar of the engine, the vehicle slowly started and drove out of the training base.

"First stop: Amstel River?"

Conrad Lehmann, driving the vehicle, inquired.

Wei Lai nodded; "Okay!"

About half an hour later, the two arrived at a riverbank.

The river runs through the middle, with pedestrians darting back and forth on both sides, along with some small tourist boats.

only.
Wei Lai pinched his nose with one hand; the entire river was dark and reeked of a foul stench.

Various kinds of garbage were floating on the river.

"This is not the Amstel River I imagined!"

Wei Lai turned his head and said.

Conrad Lehmann shrugged. "I told you, there's nothing to see here!"

Wei Lai grinned: "Next stop!"

The church in the old town.

This place is also known as the birthplace of Amsterdam Athletic.

In front of this church, there used to be a small football field where church staff would play football until the first Amsterdam Saints Athletic Football Club was founded in 1901.

This was also the predecessor of Amsterdam Athletic.

Today, Ajax Amsterdam has long been commercialized, transforming from a religious club into a commercial football club, and the stadium where it originated has disappeared without a trace, but the old church still stands there.

"The old town is not very safe, and this old church is no longer in use."

Listening to Konrad Lehmann's explanation, Wei Lai pinched his nose and nodded.

This old church is located in the middle of a group of buildings, cramped and dark.

To make matters worse, a pungent smell of urine emanated from the surrounding walls. This wasn't a smell that could be formed overnight; it was the kind of smell that had accumulated over many years and had seeped into the walls themselves.

"Change!"

Wei Lai could no longer hold on.

"vomit!"

Upon arriving at the port, Wei Lai couldn't take his feet.

The fishy smell, the stench of urine, and the foul smell all mixed together, making my head feel dizzy.

"Change again!"

Finally, the two arrived at a commercial street not far from the train station.

The air suddenly became much fresher, and even carried a faint scent of perfume.

"Whoo~~~"

Wei Lai let out a long sigh and looked at Conrad Lehmann, saying, "Nobody told me these places smelled so bad!"

“You insisted on going shopping!” Conrad Lehmann shrugged.

Wei Lai grinned; he was truly impressed.

"Give!"

Conrad Lehmann handed him a cup of iced coffee and glanced at his watch: "The match starts in an hour. Shall we go now?"

"A youth training competition?" Wei Lai asked, taking a big gulp of coffee.

Konrad Lehmann nodded; "That's right!"

"Let's go!"

Wei Lai immediately stood up.

The two then boarded a car and began their journey home again.

The venue for the youth training matches is also located in the suburbs, and not far from the training base.

When the two arrived, the place was already very lively, with a banner at the entrance reading '2027 Dutch Youth International Cup'.

“We used to play here. The youth competition schedule in the Netherlands is very dense, with different matches almost every day. A lot of matches can give these youth players more match experience,” Konrad Lechmann explained briefly.

He himself came from the Amsterdam Athletic youth academy, so he is quite familiar with the place.

The entire venue is divided into four large stadiums, which are then further divided into eight smaller stadiums.

A group of children, around 10 years old, are competing.

Wei Lai looked around and suddenly spotted a familiar team uniform.

"I'll go over there."

Wei Lai pointed to a stadium on the east side.

Konrad Lehmann didn't have time to pay attention to himself; he was already surrounded by fans and busy signing autographs.

Wei Lailie grinned and walked straight over.

"Hail! Hail forward!"

"Go and confront them! Actively seek confrontation!"

As the familiar language reached his ears, a smile appeared on Wei Lai's lips.

Enter the stadium and walk towards the coaching bench.

He immediately saw a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair, each strand counted backwards, wearing a black tracksuit, giving instructions.

Wei Lai thought about it for a moment, then walked over.

"Teacher Tong?"

Tong Xianfeng was directing the match when he suddenly heard a sound and turned around to look.

"you are?"

Wei Lai lifted the brim of his hat.

"Wei Lai?"

Tong Xianfeng hugged Wei Lai with delight; "Hey, our superstar is here!"

Wei Lai scratched his head awkwardly; "I'm not a star athlete."

"Why not?" Tong Xianfeng gave Wei Lai a thumbs up; "I watched both of these matches, and this is your performance in the Eredivisie!" Wei Lai shook his head modestly again before looking at the pitch.
"Is this...the new batch?"

Tong Xianfeng nodded; "The newly formed U10 team played domestically for a while, and then we took them abroad to increase the intensity."

Wei Lai nodded: "You played very well."

He wasn't just flattering them; he'd taken a quick look himself, and these kids were indeed playing quite well.

Although they sometimes can't keep up with the pace, at least they are resilient.

Even after falling, he didn't slow down; he immediately got up and continued chasing the ball.

"They're nowhere near as good as your class," Tong Xianfeng said, shaking his head. "The worst class ever!"

Wei Lai grinned, wondering what was with that strong homeroom teacher vibe!
The first half ended quickly.

Currently, the Green Lions U10 team is one point behind, but considering their opponent is PSV Eindhoven U10 team, this is already quite good.

Wei Lai was still standing aside watching when Tong Xianfeng suddenly grabbed him and pulled him over.

"Come on! You say a few words!"

"what?"

Wei Lai was completely stunned.

Before Wei could react, Tong Xianfeng clapped his hands and said, "Listen up, everyone. I've brought your senior brother Wei here. Listen carefully to how a professional plays football."

After saying that, he looked at Wei Lai with eager eyes.

"Tell me about it!"

The other kids' eyes lit up when they heard it was Wei Lai.

For this group of youth training players, they all trained by listening to the legends of Xiang Ming, He Chaoyue, Wei Lai and others.

For them, these senior students are a clear goal and idol.

Wei Lai scratched his head awkwardly, feeling somewhat forced into this situation.

"Cough cough..."

Clearing his throat, Wei Lai exhaled and smiled, "Actually, you've played very well. The only problem is controlling the pace. It's not about making you play as fast as possible, but about letting you play in your familiar territory, slowing down the pace, and pulling the game to the level you want."

Wei Lai was stunned.

Slow down the pace and move into areas you are familiar with.

Instead of being led by the rhythm, we actively control the rhythm.

Snap!
Wei Lai seemed to have suddenly gained a clear understanding.

The puppeteer's coach had repeatedly reminded him of these things before, and now he truly understood their meaning.

That’s right!
Don't let the rhythm dictate your actions.

If the pace is too fast, then slow it down.

If the pace is too slow, let's speed it up.

Use your own passing and your own words to guide your teammates.

It's not about being as fast as possible, but about being in a field you're familiar with.

He is the controller of the rhythm, and also an integral part of the game.

It's not about how you should play, but how we should play!
"Wei Lai?"

Tong Xianfeng whispered a reminder.

Wei Lai finally came to his senses. He looked at the young player in front of him and suddenly broke into a bright smile.
"If you manage to draw this match, I'll give you a gift: I'll take you to Amstel Stadium to watch a professional game. How about that?"

The young players were stunned for a moment, then suddenly cheered:

"Awesome!!—"

In the afternoon, Amsterdam Athletic held a training camp.

As always, training matches will be held, and since the next opponent is PSV Eindhoven, the overall pace of the match will be very fast.

Bang bang bang!
The ball was moving rapidly, while the players were also making off-the-ball runs.

During this period, various confrontations and clashes occur.

This also caused the pace to gradually quicken, even making it a little difficult to breathe.

Wei Lai met the ball, suddenly lobbed it into the air, and with the instep of his foot, sent it flying directly to the right.

The ball glides through the air, and people's eyes follow its movement.

Mr. Morton looked at the ball, then suddenly exhaled and said:
"It's not the best option, nor the worst option, but it's just the right one to give everyone a breather. In the midst of a near-limit confrontation and intense pace, a sudden, solid pass allows everyone to catch their breath!"

As he looked down again, Wei Lai had already run towards his teammates to provide support.

After his teammate passed the ball, Wei Lai deliberately broke the rhythm and passed the ball back to his teammate.

"Slow down! We need to slow down!" Wei Lai raised his index finger and shouted, "Captain, reorganize, take it slow!"

Mr. Morton smiled and said, "He has indeed evolved! He is now a qualified metronome!"

From slow to fast!

From fast to slow!

Mastering the metronome is like mastering the switch for rhythm.

The role of the metronome is not limited to a sudden change in rhythm with a single pass.

More importantly, in a painful and high-pressure environment, how can we give our teammates a breather, allow their tense nerves to have a brief respite, and at the same time ensure that we keep possession of the ball?

"Phew!" Hendrick let out a long breath, opened his arms, and said, "Create distance, reorganize!"

Bang bang bang!
Several more passes followed in quick succession.

Hendrick passed the ball to Wei Lai.

Wei Lai immediately ran towards the ball, bringing Reyessa with him in the process.

Just as Wei Lai was about to receive the ball, Reyesa stood firm on his feet.

But the next second, Wei Lai didn't receive the ball. Instead, he suddenly let it pass, kicked back with his foot, and immediately broke free and dashed away.

Wei Lai caught up with the ball again and, before Reyesa and the others could react, launched a long pass with his right foot.

"This time, start slowly and gradually increase the speed!"

Mr. Morton's smile widened even further.

Snapped!
Konrad Lechmann received the ball, immediately creating a one-on-one situation.

With a series of changes of direction, he suddenly dribbled forward and sprinted, creating half a body length gap, which was enough for him to cross the ball.

Snapped!
A sweeping pass to the middle.

Felix immediately followed up, gently placing the instep of his foot on the path, and the ball slammed into the net.

The Amsterdam Athletic players, dressed in red vests, shook their heads.

By the time they realized what was happening, the ball was already in the net.

That change in rhythm was absolutely deadly!
"Good job!"

Konrad Lehmann gave Wei Lai a thumbs up.

This tempo difference was played very cleverly.

The opponent reacted a beat too slow, but you have to understand that in a professional stadium, that one beat difference can be fatal.

Eindhoven, Netherlands.

The PSV Eindhoven youth training ground is the training base of Dutch giants PSV Eindhoven.

As the current leaders of the Eredivisie standings, they have won the Eredivisie title for two consecutive seasons, and now they are aiming for their third title.

Of course, during this period, they also had another important task.

That is to suppress Atlético Amsterdam!

The rivalry and conflict between Sporting Amsterdam and PSV Eindhoven, both Dutch powerhouses, is well-known.

Their conflict extends beyond competition within the Eredivisie; factors such as funding, sphere of influence, and resource allocation also contribute to the rivalry between the two teams.

The Dutch Eredivisie doesn't have any particularly intense derby matches (rivalry).

But the match between Amsterdam Athletic and PSV Eindhoven is one such example.

Both are composed of young players.

Both are focused on exports!
Both are frantically searching for talented players.

It can be said that the more similar they are, the greater their conflicts become.

In recent years, Atlético Amsterdam has been weak, which has led to PSV Eindhoven consistently dominating them, especially in the first half of the season when they suffered a 0-3 defeat at the opponent's home ground, which gave them a great sense of satisfaction.

In this round, they will once again defend their dignity at home and suppress Atlético Amsterdam.

boom! boom! boom!
An intra-team warm-up match is underway on the field.

After several passes, a short-haired white teenager suddenly appeared from the side, gently flicking the ball with his left foot, sending it spinning into the far corner with a slight arc.

Hey! That was a great shot!

The freckled youth standing in the middle immediately raised his hands and ran towards the brown-haired boy, clearly wanting to celebrate together.

As soon as the freckled youth raised his hand, the brown-haired boy looked up, nodded slightly, and then turned and left.

Full of enthusiasm but met with indifference, the freckled youth blushed slightly.

"Hey!"

He turned around angrily, grabbed the brown-haired boy's jersey, and scolded, "Didn't anyone teach you to thank the teammate who assisted you?"

The brown-haired boy frowned and said coldly, "We're all professional players. When I'm in that position, you have to pass the ball to me. Otherwise, you're not fulfilling the tactical requirements. The head coach will scold you, but he won't scold me!"

The freckled youth said angrily, "You mean I have to pass the ball to you?"

The brown-haired boy nodded; "That's right, just because I can score goals, don't be so naive."

"That brat!" The freckled youth took a step forward in anger, but was immediately pulled back by his teammates.

"Ellison, calm down."

As the team captain, Vidic pulled back the freckled youth, who was Ellison.

The brown-haired boy tugged at his jersey, then turned and left.

Ellison was so angry he gritted his teeth, and suddenly taunted the brown-haired boy's back:
"Hey! Don't forget, you're a pathetic loser abandoned by your club! Loan? Hahaha! That's ridiculous! It means there's no place for you in Valencia's first team! They've given up on you; in their eyes, you're trash!"

The brown-haired boy suddenly stopped in his tracks, his body trembling slightly, but he did not turn around.

This person is none other than Antonio Alonso, the Spanish prodigy who caused a sensation in the football world a couple of years ago.

(End of this chapter)