Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 263 The Killer of Eindhoven

Football matches require not only speed, but also the ability to slow down!
A combination of fast and slow, with a good balance of tension and relaxation!
This is the only way to better achieve the goal of victory!
Before their goal, Atlético Amsterdam displayed a fiery attacking style, with Wei Lai's passes primarily aimed at probing and drawing defenders forward.

It's fair to say that everything was geared towards scoring a goal!

But now, with the goal, Atlético Amsterdam has started to slow down again.

Wei Lai no longer took the lead in setting the pace, but instead handed over the organizational power back to Musar.

In terms of slowing down the pace of the game and better kiting the opponent, Musar is clearly more adept and experienced.

In the 51st minute of the second half, Wei Lai received the ball on the wing.

He thought he heard the sound of grass skiing.

That voice is all too familiar; it's a common sight in the Premier League.

Almost instinctively, I jumped to flick the ball, but I was still a step too slow, or rather, the opponent intentionally raised their foot a little higher.

When Alonso slid in, he grazed Wei Lai's foot, causing Wei Lai to lose his balance in mid-air and fall heavily to the ground.

"Nima's!"

Wei Lai suddenly stood up, rushed towards Alonso, and shoved him to the ground.

Alonso glared, intending to get up and teach Wei Lai a lesson, but as soon as he propped himself up, he was pressed down by a strong arm.

Reyesa pressed him down again, bent over, and glared fiercely at Alonso.

"What do you want to do?"

Robinson also ran over, glaring at Alonso; "I advise you to be smart, or we can settle this one-on-one in the back!"

Dennis Chilburn, Felix, Mussal, and others also came over.

They surrounded Alonso.

Seeing that the other side had a large number of people, Alonso backed down.

It was only thanks to the referee's timely intervention that Alonso was saved; otherwise, he would have been slapped twice more by Reyessa.

He lifted his foot!

Wei Lai pointed to the soccer socks, white socks mixed with mud, with a faint trace of blood seeping through to the ankles.

Referee: "I will make a reasonable decision. You should go out for treatment first!"

Wei Lai left somewhat reluctantly after seeing the referee pull out a yellow card.

The conflict should have been more intense, perhaps resulting in a red card.

But he also knew when to quit while he was ahead.

"Hurry up!"

Wei Lai ran out of bounds and took off his shoes and socks.

A teammate ran over with a medical kit and a brand new sock.

He did a quick check.

"Abrasions, no problem!"

Wei Lai wiped away his sweat: "Bandage it up."

Having said that, he turned to look at the field; the game was about to begin, and he urged them on:

"hurry up!"

The team doctor immediately disinfected and bandaged the wound, and Wei Lai put on a brand new sock before returning to the field to continue the fight.

"How about it?"

On the coaching bench, Morton and Pescholl looked nervously at the team doctor.

"A simple scrape, just a broken layer of skin!"

Upon hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

Konrad Lechmann has just been injured, and if Wei Lai gets injured as well, he really won't be able to play in the next Europa League match.

"Substitute Wei off the field after 60 minutes!"

"Let Hendrick warm up and get ready to go on," said Mr. Morton.

Pessan immediately nodded and began making arrangements.

Meanwhile, on the field, Diego Ruma broke through on the wing with the ball, then suddenly changed direction and dribbled laterally.

But he hadn't run two steps before the other person knocked him to the ground.

"Damn you brat!"

Essien glared fiercely at Diego Ruma.

He was disgusted by this guy in the game; he could run and dribble so fast that he looked like a telephone pole.

This is a small act of revenge!

But clearly, his teammates didn't think so.

"Essien, you were too impulsive! You shouldn't have committed the foul here!"

His center-back partner, Bressena, shouted loudly.

Essien: "If we let him keep dribbling sideways, the pressure on our defense will be too great."

"Yes! But now things have gotten worse!"

After Bressena finished speaking, he pointed forward.

Essien turned his head and looked over, his face immediately filled with worry.

He saw Wei Lai running towards the penalty spot with the ball in his arms.

"Damn it! I forgot about this guy!"

Essien couldn't help but complain.

Wei Lai held the ball and placed it at the penalty spot, wiping the sweat and grass clippings from his palms onto his jersey before looking at the opponent's goal.

PSV Eindhoven's goalkeeper was positioned in the center, not particularly close to either side.

Generally, goalkeepers will stand on the far side, leaving the wall to intercept the ball at the near point.

But Wei Lai's set pieces can circle the entire wall; the strong spin and sudden drop make them hesitant to gamble on the false premise that Wei Lai can hit straight to the far post.

Wei Lai stood at the penalty spot, a position that was already within his shooting range.

This season, Wei Lai has only scored one direct free kick in all competitions, with most of his goals coming from indirect set-piece combinations.

Coach Beckham once said that he averages 5-8 direct free kick goals per season.

At his peak, he scored 11 direct free kicks in all competitions in a single season.

Scoring 11 goals in a season is a very difficult task for Wei Lai.

But scoring five direct free kicks in a single season is still something worth trying!
Wei Lai licked his lips and observed the goalkeeper's position again.

He stood in the center, but slightly leaned away from the corner, still wary of his gaze drifting towards the far corner.

The initial shift of the center of gravity may also lead to a shift towards a more distant point.

Of course, this also requires teammates to cooperate and interfere.

"Try shooting closer!"

Wei Lai pondered to himself.

He has a higher probability of scoring from the far post, and he will aim for the far post more often. The opponent will also be more vigilant about the far post position based on the data.

But now, Wei Lai feels his footwork is on fire, so hitting closer to the target isn't out of the question.

The key is to create a larger spin and make the descent more intense.

All of this requires precise micro-management at the moment of impact!
"Wei is once again standing at the penalty spot. His set-piece ability has become one of the main tactics of Atlético Amsterdam. In all competitions this season, he has brought four goals for Atlético Amsterdam with his set pieces."

"Let's see how good this free throw is!"

Van Gaal looked expectantly at the big screen.

The Amstel River Stadium fell silent instantly.

All the Amsterdam fans worked together to create a quiet environment and avoid causing trouble for Wei Lai.

Beep——!
A sharp whistle pierced the sky.

Wei Lai immediately started his run-up, each step he took was measured to be perfectly precise.

Swing your arm and raise your right leg.

However, this time Wei Lai tilted his body at a greater angle, and his right foot rubbed horizontally, accompanied by a hooking motion.

Feel good!

As soon as he kicked it out, Wei Lai felt it went very smoothly.

He looked at the ball soaring high in the sky, spinning intensely as it flew over the opponent's wall of players, first heading towards the center, and then immediately turning to the left.

"Damn it!"

The PSV Eindhoven goalkeeper immediately pulled back his weight and lunged to his left.

But it was already too late.

He could only pray.

Fly away!
Fly away!
Under intense scrutiny, the ball, as it approached the goal, suddenly plummeted and darted into the net.

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

The entire stadium erupted in cheers as fans stood up abruptly.

At the moment Wei Lai scored, he raised his hands high, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes shining brightly. His spirited and youthful demeanor elicited the most intense cheers from all the fans.

"Wow! What a beautiful goal! My God! That perfect arc, that extreme dip, the ball's spin is like magic!"

Playback in progress.
"Let's watch it again. The point of contact with the ball is exquisite. The ankle wasn't completely locked, and there was clearly an upward hook. I think that's the secret of Wei's curve. It's art, it's geometry! A 17-year-old kid has played at a master level. Wei's performance is getting better and better!"

Duan Jiang stood up excitedly and slammed his fist on the table.

"Goal! Goal! Another direct free kick goal! Wei Lai's performance is getting better and better. One goal and one assist in this game, guys, this is insane!"

Liu Zhenghao exclaimed in amazement: "I can't believe it! Wei Lai's performance was amazing, especially considering he's only 17 years old!"

The comments section was also buzzing.

'OMG! That's amazing!'

'This performance is incredible! Mosktl's Ronaldo, always touted as a super genius, hasn't scored many goals or provided many assists! Wei Lai is much better!'

'Ronaldo was also very strong, but his contributions were more in terms of dribbling and breaking through defenses. Plus, he played in the Premier League, while Wei Lai played in the Eredivisie!'

'Is the Eredivisie a low-level league? Everyone keeps saying the Eredivisie is bad, but when Sporting Amsterdam was at its peak, they beat up the big teams, okay!'

'PSV Eindhoven! Last season and this season, they've been outmaneuvered by Wei Lai in both legs!'

'PSV Eindhoven's strictest dad! He's always on fire when playing against PSV!' 'This match was orchestrated by PSV fans themselves; they stirred things up before the game, completely igniting Atletico Amsterdam's anger!'

'If Konrad Lechmann hadn't been injured, the score in this match would have been quite dramatic!'

That Argentinian kid is still a bit lacking! He can't replicate Lechmann's dominance on the left wing!

'But it feels like Wei Lai is going to be substituted off!'

"Of course we'll replace him! We still have to play in the Europa League next week, and besides, Alonso is always watching Wei Lai, it's so annoying."

That guy is such a jerk!

'Not only is he indebted, but he's also unpopular. During that conflict, everyone in Amsterdam rushed to support Wei Lai, while no one in Eindhoven paid any attention to Alonso. He's definitely being ostracized!'

In the 63rd minute, Atlético Amsterdam made a substitution.

Wei Lai was substituted off, and Hendrick came on as a substitute.

*Clap c ...

Loud applause erupted as tens of thousands of Amsterdam fans cheered for Wei Lai's outstanding performance.

"That was a fantastic kick!"

"Keep it up! We've got your back!"

"Wei! Remember, you're the best!"

"Go for it! This was a fantastic match!"

As Wei Lai walked to the sidelines, the fans in the stands waved their arms and praised his performance.

Wei Lai also waved his arm vigorously in response.

Snapped!
Wei Lai high-fived Hendrick before walking off the court.

As soon as he left the field, the team doctor ran over again.

"Let me check the wound again!"

Wei Lai was stunned for a moment; he had completely forgotten about his abrasion.

After taking off his shoes and socks and unwrapping the bandages, the team doctor grabbed Wei Lai's foot, moved the joints a bit, and examined him again.

"We'll need to conduct a thorough check-up once we get back."

Wei Lai: "There's no need for that, I feel better now."

"Better safe than sorry!" the team doctor said seriously. "Any small problem could lead to a chronic illness or even affect a career."

Wei Lai nodded and said, "Alright, I'll undergo the inspection when we get back!"

After changing into slippers brought by the staff, Wei Lai looked at the game.

They played quite well in this match, managing to contain PSV Eindhoven's attacks even without Konrad Lehmann.

Of course, the key was the first goal.

The team that scores first has the ability to control the pace of the game, which is a key factor in Atletico Amsterdam gradually eroding Eindhoven's rhythm.

As time ticked away, PSV Eindhoven tried to disrupt the opponent's defense by attacking down the flanks, but to no avail.

During this time, Wei Lai also witnessed an interesting scene.

PSV Eindhoven's midfielder Elkeson kept roaring, and the target of his anger was Alonso.

Wei Lai isn't very good at Dutch, but he can understand some of it.

For example, insults like lazy, cowardly, and scoundrel.

Exxon practically chased after him, hurling insults at him the whole way, and the two even got into arguments several times.

Wei Lai was also puzzled. How could a Spaniard and a Dutchman, who spoke different languages, be arguing with each other?

And then there's Alonso!
Once a shining star, a prodigy who entered one of the top five leagues at the age of 17, may now be unable to even stay in the Dutch Eredivisie.

To be honest, Alonso's performance was really poor.

It's not that he lacks skill, but he's very impatient and he's not on the same wavelength as his teammates at all.

Moreover, no matter what his teammates say, this guy just does whatever he wants.

The halo of genius can certainly make or break a person.

Alonso, who was obsessed with returning to Valencia, felt out of place with the team, let alone being bought back by Valencia.

Beep beep beep!
Three sharp whistles pierced the sky.

The entire Amstel River Stadium erupted in passionate celebration.

They also mocked the traveling PSV Eindhoven fans, but of course, there were very few of them left. Around the 70th minute of the match, the angry fans began to leave the stadium one after another.

"So what's the point of all this trash talk before the match!" Wei Lai shook his head.

"Let's go! Let's go thank the fans!"

Dennis Chilburn pulled Wei Lai up, and he and his teammates walked toward the die-hard fans' stand.

The weather in November was already quite cool, with a hint of chill in the air, but these fans were still wearing their jerseys.

They jumped and cheered, singing the '90-minute song'.

The powerful singing voice resounded throughout the venue.

Below the stands, Amsterdam players were also jumping and celebrating together, arms around each other's shoulders.

"Get up!"

Dennis Chilburn abruptly pushed Wei Lai forward, making him stand alone at the very front.

"Hey guys, who is he?"

Dennis Zilben pointed at Wei Lai and yelled.

Wei!!!

A loud and unified cheer erupted; how could they possibly forget Wei Lai's name?

How did he perform?

The next second, a jumble of cheers and exclamations erupted from the stands.

"awesome!"

"Wei dominated the game!"

"This match was absolutely the best!"

"Best performance!"

"Great job, Wei!"

Wei Lai stood at the very front, where he could see the faces flushed with excitement.

“Wei, tell me! You’re going to dedicate your career to Amsterdam! You won’t leave, right?”

Wei Lai looked up blankly.

"what?"

Dennis Chilbourne frowned slightly as he looked at the man. He pulled Wei Lai back and said, "Alright, that's enough of the celebration. We should go."

After the first-team players left, Buck turned around and angrily said, "Luca, you ruined one of our celebration interactions!"

Luca Ivanz, leader of the 'Revivers' group: "If he's willing to play for Atlético Amsterdam for his entire career, then we'll be his most loyal fans!"

“That’s not realistic, buddy!” Buck frowned.

Although it is a heartbreaking thing, unrealistic is unrealistic.

Even if they don't want to let them go, the players will still want to leave.

"Why wouldn't that be realistic? As long as we invest all our funds into the first team, we will regain our glory!"

After saying that, Ivanz led the 'Revivers' fan group away.

Buck watched this scene helplessly.

If only it were that simple.

"who is he?"

Inside the locker room, Wei Lai couldn't help but ask.

Dennis Chilburn said with a complicated expression, "Amsterdam's former staunch supporters, but now..."

Ugh!
Dennis Chilburn sighed, “Don’t get involved with him. Just treat them like extreme fans.”

"Extreme fans!"

Wei Lai nodded. Every team has some of these groups, so he was no stranger to them.

"Wei!"

Suddenly, Pei Shang opened the door and walked in. He looked at Wei Lai and said, "Get ready."

"Prepare what?" Wei Lai asked, puzzled.

"An interview!" Peschan exclaimed with a smile. "The master wants to take you to the post-match press conference!"

The post-match press conferences in the Dutch Eredivisie are much more lively.

The backdrop features the official Eredivisie logo, with a large group of reporters in front of them, some standing and some sitting. Several cameras are pointed at them from the front, and several more are on either side.

When Wei Lai walked in, the entire press conference room erupted in enthusiastic applause.

"Good boy!"

"That was a fantastic kick!"

"Go for it, Wei!"

These were all local Amsterdam journalists, and they were all cheering for Wei Lai's performance.

The journalists from Eindhoven were in an extremely awkward position.

"good evening!"

Wei Lai greeted him in simple Dutch.

Do you know how to give an interview?

"Old Mr. Morton asked in a low voice."

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "I know, I've received training!"

"very good!"

Mr. Morton smiled and then nodded to the press officer.

The press officer hosting the post-match press conference immediately began to speak:

"Next, we will begin the post-match press conference for the eighth round of the 2027/2028 Eredivisie season, between Atlético Amsterdam and PSV Eindhoven. Reporters who have questions, please raise your hands!"

(End of this chapter)