Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 261 Chaos! Wei Lai, the one who stabbed us in the back!

As the weekend approached, Amsterdam became incredibly lively.

With Eindhoven's arrival, Amsterdam fans presented them with a special 'gift'.

The group of Amsterdam fans followed the hotel from the airport all the way, hurling insults at it the entire time.

They cannot forgive the insults hurled at them by PSV Eindhoven fans and must retaliate tenfold.

This applies both on and off the field.

On this day, there were many more police officers on the streets, and even special police were deployed.

Due to insufficient police force in the city, some officers were even transferred from other surrounding cities to maintain order.

Even so, several incidents of mass brawls among fans still occurred before the start of the game.

All of these factors increased the intensity of the competition.

The air at Amstel River Stadium smelled of gunpowder.

The lit fireworks in the stands spread red light like a sea of ​​fire, accompanied by billowing smoke, creating an extremely crazy and restless atmosphere.

The away fans' section of PSV Eindhoven's stadium was cordoned off, with a large number of police and security personnel keeping them in the stands, watching the angry Amsterdam fans warily.

Plastic water cups, shoes, and even sparklers flew around in the air.

The verbal battle between the two sides continued unabated.

The entire team was in an atmosphere of impending doom.

In such an atmosphere, it seemed that only a spark was needed to ignite this anger and completely overwhelm reason.

Inside both teams' locker rooms, the players were making their final preparations in a tense atmosphere.

No one spoke, but their expressions revealed a fierce intensity.

"Ready to fight!"

Dennis Chilbone yanked on his captain's armband and roared, "Show those cowards what's what!"

At the same time, roars also erupted inside the PSV Eindhoven locker room.

Let's teach those pathetic bastards a lesson!

Both head coaches came out one after the other, but they went to their respective benches one on the left and one on the right, without even glancing at each other, let alone shaking hands.

The will of the fans is the will of the team!
As players and head coaches, they are the implementers of this will!
The blazing sun has long been replaced by searchlights, their cold beams focused on the green lawn, illuminating every inch of grass as if it were a stage.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat, grass seeds, and a kind of gunpowder called 'honor'.

A deafening roar of cheers swept across the entire stadium, the frantic roar like a high-speed engine.

This is no longer a game, but a primal struggle compressed into 90 minutes.

This is a battlefield!

call!
Wei Lai stood in the players' tunnel and let out a breath.

He could feel the suppressed anger, an atmosphere that was easily contagious.

Wei Lai's gaze also sharpened.

He understood that as a member of Atlético Amsterdam, he had the obligation and responsibility to uphold the honor of this great club.

The starting lineup of both parties:

Amsterdam (4-2-3-1);
Goalkeeper: Rutte.

Defenders: Dennis Zilben, Shutak, Kakabanja, Lent.

Midfielders: Robinson, Wei Lai, Musar, Reyessa, Diego Ruma.

Forward: Felix.

PSV Eindhoven (4-2-3-1):
Goalkeeper: Smolenskir.

Defenders: Essien, Bressena, Pieter, Van Delitte.

Midfielders: Suleiman, Van den Bell, Fernandez, Elkeson, Alonso.

Forward: Robin.

"The atmosphere at the stadium is already tense. Due to provocations from PSV Eindhoven's extremist fans, the two sets of fans had already started hurling insults and even several brawls before the match even began. All of this indicates that this match will be a fierce confrontation!"

"Of course, the competition must still be conducted within the rules. In 90 minutes, who will be able to defend their dignity?"

Commentator Van Gaal shouted loudly.

He likes this kind of conflict and chaos, which makes the game more exciting, more intense, and more unpredictable.

In previous seasons, the Eredivisie was always lukewarm due to the lack of activity from Atlético Amsterdam.

And now, the fighting spirit has been ignited!

The players from both sides were already standing on either side of the field, staring intently at each other.

Through the lens, you can see the fierceness in their eyes and their desire for victory.

This is a derby, but more importantly, it's a battle for honor!
If you don't want to be nailed to the pillar of shame, then you must win.

"The atmosphere was thick with tension. You could see it in the players' eyes—they were absolutely determined to win!"

"This is bound to be a fierce confrontation!"

Duan Jiang shouted loudly.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The stands resounded with intense, synchronized stomping, like the drumbeats of war.

The first half began with PSV Eindhoven kicking off. The Amsterdam players lowered their center of gravity, like cheetahs about to pounce, eyeing their opponents intently.

Beep!
The moment the whistle blew, everyone stomped on the grass, and with the roar of engines, they leaped out.

The battle first ignited in the middle!

There was no probing, no polite formalities, only the pervasive smell of gunpowder.

PSV Eindhoven midfielder Elkeson delivered a through ball that pinpointed a weakness, aiming to create space in the flanks.

Alonso, like a cheetah smelling blood, instantly pushed his speed to the limit and plunged straight into the enemy's heartland.

In the split second before he could touch the ball, a red and white figure shot across like lightning. It was Wei Lai!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Lai lowered his center of gravity and launched a low, sliding tackle, his spikes carrying grass clippings and mud as he came crashing down!
The next second, a dull thud pierced through the noise and reached the depths of my heart.

Alonso was slammed to the ground with the ball, and the immense momentum sent him tumbling several times.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment!
"Ugh—!"

Alonso let out a low growl, suppressing pain and anger, and then sprang up from the grass like a spring, his chest heaving violently, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the 'culprit' before him.

Wei Lai stood tall and straightened his chest without backing down. His not-so-strong body stood in front of Alonso like an insurmountable city wall.

Their foreheads were almost touching, and they were breathing heavily, sweat mixed with dirt dripping from their taut jawlines.

In their eyes burned an intense competitive spirit.

The sharp whistle tore through the air, and the referee's voice was quickly drowned out by the surging tide of players from both sides. Blue and red and white jerseys were tangled together, and pushing, arguing, persuasion, shouting and debate blended into one.

The roar from the stands split into a huge cheer and relentless encouragement, and the entire stadium seemed to tremble at that moment.

"Wei! At the very start of the game, he made a decisive sliding tackle!"

"I never expected that the first person to stand up for the dignity of the Amsterdam Arena would be a 17-year-old. He used this method to tell Eindhoven that this is the Amstel Stadium, a place of glory! The battle cry has been sounded!"

Commentator Van Gaal added fuel to the fire, not caring about making things worse.

This kind of intense competition is what they want to watch.

"Wei Lai made a fierce sliding tackle. It wasn't a foul; he touched the ball first. It was an excellent defensive play!"

Duan Jiang shouted loudly.

At that moment, his passion was completely ignited.

Beep beep beep!
With a sharp, continuous, and urgent whistle, the players from both sides were finally separated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Lai waved his hands from bottom to top and roared at the stands.

"Let me hear your voices!"

Wow!!!

Wei Lai roared again, "Too small! Be more intense! Louder!"

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

*Whoosh whoo ...

The entire stands resembled a boiling cauldron, with everyone shouting and cheering wildly, their arms raised high like a forest of arms.

Wei Lai slapped his chest hard.

"Come on!—"

The game restarted, but it was completely different.

This foul was like opening Pandora's box, unleashing all the wildness that had been restrained by the rules, and the game completely descended into a physical brawl.

Reyesa and Suleiman collided heavily, the impact of their muscles producing a dull thud, neither giving an inch.

The repeated collisions failed to create a breakthrough opportunity, so Suleiman chose to pass the ball.

Just as he was about to pass the ball, he was suddenly bumped by Reyesa, causing him to stumble and fall.

Reyesa seized the opportunity to regain possession of the ball.

Suleiman's eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at Reyes's retreating figure, then charged forward to join the counter-attack.

Intense collisions, rapid pace, heavy breathing, and roars formed the main theme of the match.

"It's getting out of control!"

Wei Lai stared intently at the field, watching his teammates and opponents locked in a stalemate; they didn't seem to be playing football, but rather wrestling.

"Retreat and provide support!"

Musar turned and shouted at Wei Lai.

Just as Wei Lai was about to start, someone blocked his way. It was Alonso who blocked Wei Lai. Although it didn't do much good, it annoyed the other party.

"Fuck you!"

Wei Lai cursed and then walked around it.

There's nothing we can do, the referee's watching!
If he pushes or shoves here, combined with the tackle just now, he'll definitely get a card.

boom!
Wei Lai received the ball, withstood a challenge, and simultaneously passed the ball forward.

Robinson pulled the ball, turned, and started running.

PSV Eindhoven's full-back Van Derlit relentlessly pursued the player, pulling and deforming the jerseys of both attackers and defenders.

"Felix!" Robinson used his last bit of strength to pass the ball towards the middle.

Felix held off two center-backs and took a shot.

The ball's accuracy decreased due to interference.

PSV Eindhoven's goalkeeper leaped high, caught the ball with both hands, and slammed his entire body down on the goal line like a sandbag.

"Fxxk!"

Felix cursed angrily, but immediately retreated.

"Control yourself! Don't let the rhythm get the better of you!" Musar seized the opportunity to find Wei Lai and shouted urgently, "We can't lose our minds, understand?"

Wei Lai immediately shouted, "Understood!"

Musar slapped Wei Lai's chest hard.

Come on!

Wei Lai's eyes were fixed on the field, observing every corner, every space, and even every player.

Musar hoped to slow down the pace by controlling the flow, and then proceed gradually.

But Wei Lai had a different idea.

It's not just Atlético Amsterdam that's gradually losing its composure; PSV Eindhoven is doing the same.

Chaos represents disorder, but it also represents opportunity!

"Musar! From now on, listen to me!"

Wei Lai suddenly roared.

Musar said that when it's time to stand up, one must be brave enough to take responsibility.

Wei Lai believes that in the current situation, his strengths can be better utilized.

Musar did not speak, but he nodded to Wei Lai.

Or perhaps he also thinks the current situation is very tricky.

He disliked the chaotic and frantic pace of the game, which lacked any semblance of order.

But Wei Lai is different!
Chaos can also be exploited!

"Forward!"

Wei Lai directed Musar to pass the ball forward, and the latter immediately turned around and, before being hit, poked the ball to Felix with his toe.

Felix immediately held off the opposing center-back.

"Send it back to me! Send it to me!"

Wei Lai ran over to receive the pass, and when Felix passed it back, he immediately flicked the ball with the instep of his foot, passing it directly to Musar.

Moreover, the ball was launched ahead of time, forcing Musar to raise his position.

Wei Lai withstood Elkeson's challenge, his eyes fixed on Eindhoven's other defensive midfielder, Van den Bell.

"Get out! Get out here, you son of a bitch!"

Sure enough, the moment Mussal received the ball, Van den Bell immediately ran out.

At the same time, Musar immediately passed the ball laterally to Wei Lai.

Wei Lai charged toward the ball while shouting.

"Diego! Run!"

Swish!
Diego Ruma activated instantly, and along the space created by Wei Lai in the rib area, he immediately thrust diagonally forward.

Wei Lai didn't stop the ball, but instead curled a low arc with his right foot, then looked up at the sprinting Diego Ruma.

How did someone who is only 170 cm tall and not particularly strong become a winger who could break down the defenses of future top clubs?
the reason is simple!
Unparalleled ability to combine skill with the ball!
"I'll keep an eye on him!"

Essien roared, "Keep an eye on Felix!"

After shouting, he turned and stared intently at Diego Ruma.

"Kid, bring it on!"

Meanwhile, Diego Ruma was watching Wei Lai's pass.

"That pass."

The ball didn't have much lead time, which allowed Diego Ruma to receive it smoothly without slowing down too much.

In many cases, Wei Lai would give his opponent a certain amount of lead time in order to better stimulate speed.

But this time the pass didn't go through!
This pass seemed to be sending him a signal.

Diego Ruma lightly touched the bottom of the ball with his left foot and flicked it up.

He stopped abruptly and immediately flicked the ball sideways with his right foot.

Force a breakthrough?

Essien immediately lowered his shoulder towards the outside, shifting his weight.

But the next second, Diego Ruma flicked his right foot to the side again, hooking the ball back with his toe.

A cow's tail whips in mid-air!

"Oh my god! What did I just see?"

Commentator Van Gaal couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

A sudden uproar erupted in the stands.

But Diego Ruma's performance was not over yet.

The moment the ball hit the ground, his body twisted to the right, forcing Essien, who had just managed to regain his balance, to dive to the right again.

Diego Ruma simply twisted his waist, but with his right foot hooked around the instep, he flicked the bouncing ball to his left again.

Essien fell down in a sorry state.

Diego Ruma broke through the defense!

"Fuck!"

Wei Lai's eyes widened. In just one second, Diego and Ruma had made three consecutive shifts in their center of gravity. This was too abnormal.

The little guy's short legs moved incredibly fast, charging all the way into the penalty area.

Diego Ruma instinctively looked for Felix.

"do it yourself!"

Felix roared, he was surrounded and had no space to receive the ball.

Diego Ruma could only lower his head; he didn't have time to observe the goalkeeper's position and took a shot based on instinct.

boom!
The PSV Eindhoven goalkeeper reached down with both hands, caught the ball, and then lunged forward to control it.

"Ah!! That was a perfect shot!"

Wei Lai clutched his head.

If that ball goes in, it will be perfect.

But he forgot one thing: the Argentine Eagles are still just a chick.

This guy keeps claiming he's a great archer, but he hasn't actually mastered it yet.

At the very least, Diego Ruuma in the future will almost certainly score when faced with such opportunities.

"That's a bit of a pity! Keep it up! Come again next time!"

Wei Lai encouraged loudly.

Diego Ruma nodded vigorously as well.

He didn't feel discouraged; instead, he was full of excitement.

His form is getting hot.

"Diego Ruma's dribbling ability is really strong. It would be great if he could use his left foot."

Pechamp sighed.

If Diego Ruma could play with his left foot, then Atlético Amsterdam could attack from both wings.

Peschan looked at Diego Ruma, while old man Morton looked at Wei Lai.

"Actively pull the opponent's defensive midfielder out of position, seize the opportunity in a split second, and act like a sharp knife in a chaotic situation."

Mr. Morton was filled with emotion.

Wei Lai's ability to stab people in the back amidst chaos is truly chilling.

A 90-minute match is bound to be filled with chaos and unexpected situations.

Wei Lai, who can take advantage of these situations, becomes extremely terrifying!

This requires extremely high concentration and the ability to constantly be aware of changes in the situation.

At the same time, one also needs to have a sufficiently calm mind.

Both are indispensable!

At the very least, there are currently no players like this in the entire football world.

Amidst the chaos, everyone is thinking about how to use violence to quell violence.

Both sides were throwing wild punches, when Wei Lai suddenly pulled out a knife. The white blade went in, and the red blade came out. Who could withstand that?

Wei Lai's ability can also instantly calm the other party down.

You have to stay calm, or he'll stab you in the back.

PSV Eindhoven broke out in a cold sweat. Their minds, which had been clouded by anger, calmed down, but the more they thought about it, the more frightened they became.

If Amsterdam had succeeded in their sneak attack, they would have been in serious trouble.

"It's that Chinese brat again!"

Exxon gritted his teeth.

The other PSV Eindhoven players also looked at Wei Lai with serious expressions.

Every time they play against Atlético Amsterdam, Wei Lai always manages to deliver some unexpected passes that make them difficult to handle.

Or rather, Wei Lai's game strategy is completely different from theirs.

They really had a hard time getting used to such a strange guy with such a different style.

(End of this chapter)