Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 269 Love-Hate Relationship (Version 2.0)
boom!
Wei Lai was violently struck in the left shoulder and fell directly to the ground, sweating profusely from the pain.

The referee stopped the game again.

"asshole!"

Reyes, like an enraged lion, charged forward.

He shoved Vinis to the ground, and if Kakabania hadn't arrived in time, he would have stomped on him a couple of times in retaliation.

Musar took over Reyesa, and Kakabania rushed in front of Vinis.

Both are Brazilian; the former is the former captain of the Brazilian national team, and the latter is a talented young player.

Kakabania pointed at Vinicius, glaring at him; "I don't know where you learned these bad habits, but you better not do it again. If you want to make the national team, you'd better behave yourself!"

With his prestige in Brazil and his influence within the national team, Caccabanha is more than capable of teaching this kid a lesson.

Even the Sky Sports commentators couldn't stand the conflict.

"That's a despicable act. Knowing that Wei's left shoulder was injured, he still deliberately bumped into his left shoulder. Moreover, it was clearly a malicious foul!"

As a Premier League commentator, he can accept Premier League teams retaliating, and they encourage this kind of direct confrontation.

However, they do not encourage such fouls that are purely malicious and have ugly motives.

"Replace Wei!"

Mr. Morton shook his head, saying that they couldn't continue, as it could easily become a chronic illness.

Reyesa, who was on the field, was also hurriedly calling for a stretcher.

But as soon as he made the gesture, he felt someone tugging at his basketball shorts.

Turning his head, he saw Wei Lai lying on the ground, not even clutching his aching shoulder, but instead pulling at his basketball shorts.

"Why are you yelling so fast?" Wei Lai, sweating profusely from the pain, grimaced and said, "Let me...let me lie down for a while longer, buy some time!"

Reyesa: "."

Finally, after 86 minutes, Wei Lai was carried out on a stretcher.

He lay on the field for almost four minutes.

During this time, the team doctor pretended to treat Wei Lai, continuing to delay until finally, the referee couldn't stand it anymore and called over a stretcher to carry Wei Lai out.

Wei Lai was carried out on a stretcher and directly into an ambulance to be taken to the nearest hospital for treatment.

Ambulances are always on standby outside the stadium for any match, in case of serious injuries.

After all, it's not just one or two people who have died on the football field!
"Your shoulder joint is injured and you need to rest for a few weeks. Considering you are a professional player, it won't affect your performance, but you need to take proper precautions before the game to avoid secondary injuries, which would make the problem very complicated!"

The doctor advised Wei Lai, "We recommend that you rest, but you certainly won't do that, so we will give you some special bandaging to help stabilize your shoulder joint."

"call!"

Wei Lai and assistant coach Peshang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It doesn't seem to be a serious injury!
"Luckily it wasn't a dislocation, otherwise it would have been a real problem. Even if the joint were reset, there would be a higher chance of it dislocating again, and surgery would be the only option." The doctor looked at Wei Lai and said, "You were very lucky this time, but you also need to take good care of your body!"

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "Understood!"

As Wei Lai stepped out of the examination room, his shoulder was specially wrapped to stabilize the damaged joint.

Wei Lai turned to look at Pei Shang; "What was the result?"

Peschan: "A draw!"

After saying that, he patted Wei Lai's head; "You did a great job!"

Wei Lai let out a long sigh of relief.

I feel like I've fulfilled my mission!
"Don't try the reverse hook again!" Pessan suddenly said.

Wei Lai blushed immediately.

A bicycle kick goal is certainly cool, but getting injured in the process is a bit embarrassing.

The following day, at the training ground of Amsterdam Athletic.

Everyone else was going through their daily training sessions, but Wei Lai and Konrad Lehmann were squatting to the side, staring at the field with nothing to do.

"Didn't you already start your rehabilitation training? Why are you still squatting here?" Wei Lai asked, turning his head.

Lehmann: "You think I don't want to? The coach won't allow it!"

Mr. Morton was indeed somewhat frightened.

Just as Lehmann was recovering from his injury, Wei Lai encountered another problem.

Fortunately, the two did not experience problems at the same time.

"Does your shoulder hurt?" Lehmann asked.

Wei Lai nodded; "It hurts!"

Lehmann: "Still dare to use a reverse hook?"

Wei Lai turned his head and glared: "Get out!"

"Hahahaha!" Lehman laughed heartlessly.

Wei Lai doesn't actually have much anxiety or fear about injuries.

From the moment he entered the professional world, he was already prepared for injury. For professional players, injuries are commonplace. Which successful professional player dares to say that they have never been injured? Even if they have, they are extremely rare cases and cannot be taken as the norm.

Moreover, Wei Lai's shoulder joint problem is considered a minor injury and will not directly affect his games or playing time. At most, he just needs to endure it and rest properly during the winter break, and he will recover quickly.

Moreover, he is only 17 years old and his physical functions are in good condition, which will also promote the recovery of his injuries.

In conclusion, Wei Lai doesn't seem to have much of a concept of injuries.

The only problem is getting injured from the barbs.

If the ball hadn't been injured, it would have been perfect.

"Sigh!" Wei Lai shook his head.

So what if I'm injured? It's just a minor injury!

But being handsome lasts a lifetime!
London, England!

In Mosktl's tactical meeting room, the coaching staff gathers to watch a match.

In the Europa League group stage, Brighton were held to a 2-2 draw at home by Atlético Amsterdam.

The meeting room remained extremely quiet throughout the entire viewing process.

Everyone, including current head coach Michael Lawrence and chief scout Jim Rowley, had very expressive faces.

Finally, the match ended.

The conference room lights came on, but everyone remained silent.

After a moment, Jim Roli spoke first.

"The turning point came in the 58th minute, after Wei came on; everything changed!"

Michael Lawrence: "How would you rate his performance on offense?"

No one speaks.

In fact, this match has already said everything.

Is Brighton so easy to draw?

Brighton, who finished sixth in the Premier League last season, are a very strong team overall.

Moreover, this Amsterdam team managed to draw with Brighton away from home despite the absence of their attacking linchpin, Konrad Lehmann.

All of this is a huge plus for Wei Lai.

“Now there’s a problem,” Michael Lawrence said seriously. “By the time Atlético Amsterdam actually puts him on the market, £100 million might not be enough to get him!”

Wei Lai is 17 years old now, and in two more years he will be 19!

Faced with such a promising prospect, who is also a potential super-market, many wealthy families will extend olive branches to him.

With Mosktl's economic strength, can they really break through in this battle?
Jim Rowley shook his head; "But in any case, it was impossible for us to actually spend £100 million to buy him last year!"

This deal was never going to happen!
First of all, Mosktter is unlikely to gamble £100 million on an uncertain Wei Lai.

Even now, Wei Lai isn't worth 100 million pounds!
Secondly, even if they were to suddenly decide to spend 100 million pounds, Atlético Amsterdam might not be willing to sell!

Their reckless actions will only make Atlético Amsterdam more cautious in exploring Wei Lai's potential.

"Can we sign him in the summer transfer window? We can put up 3000 million euros in the bidding!"

Michael Lawrence frowned.

He got angrier and angrier the more he thought about it.

What was once readily available has now taken a turn and become surprisingly difficult to obtain.

If he had extended an olive branch to Weilai back in Spain, Weilai would be theirs now, and Chinese supermarkets would also favor them, which would greatly alleviate their financial difficulties.

“We might not be able to win!” Jim Raleigh shook his head.

Atletico Amsterdam is on a roll, and if they play well this season, next season will be the Champions League season.

These young players can easily become worth over 5000 million after a stint in the Champions League.

Atlético Amsterdam won't do anything that doesn't benefit them; they understand how to tap into the value of young players.

“Unless,” Jim Rowley said, pursing his lips, “they don’t have Champions League matches next season, then we can use some means to lure Wei into our favor and put pressure on the club to ask for a transfer.”

"Is that possible?" Michael Lawrence grinned.

These guys managed to hold Brighton to a draw away from home.

When they returned to the league, apart from a few teams that needed to be taken seriously, the rest of the matches were almost a breeze.

Even after suffering a major setback and being eliminated in the later stages of the Europa League.

They can also qualify for the Champions League based on their league points and ranking.

“But that’s all we can think of!” Jim Raleigh shook his head.

There is currently no other way; if Atlético Amsterdam wins the Champions League, Wei Lai's market value will inevitably skyrocket.

They can't possibly be so naive as to expect Wei Lai to suddenly falter so they can take advantage of the situation. That would be putting the cart before the horse!
Michael Lawrence shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.

They always have a headache when it comes to these kinds of transfer issues.

Other Premier League teams spend huge sums of money, and their owners are also very generous, investing funds recklessly.

His boss was a miser who would take and demand from the club, taking away most of its revenue and leaving only enough to keep it running.

Mosktl is the most profitable club in the Premier League, but what's the point?

They have no money!
A farm in the suburbs of the Manchester metropolitan area.

Wearing leather overalls, he placed the iron bucket under the cow and milked it forcefully with both hands.

Manchester City general manager Vela stood to the side, covering his nose with one hand, but the stench of feces and urine kept assaulting his nostrils.

"If you can't stand it, then leave."

Coach Forlán straightened up and patted his back.

suck!
Bella took a deep breath, her eyes wide open.

"I can stand it! I love this flavor the most."

Fran turned his head and saw a face flushed red, and couldn't help but smile; "He's always liked to show off since he was little."

“That’s persistence!” Bella replied.

Fran: "He also likes to talk back."

Bella: "."

Fran continued milking the cows, asking, "What's the matter this time?"

"The club has prepared a simple team rebuilding plan, and we hope you can take a look!" Bella quickly handed over the document in her hand.

Fran didn't even look up; "I've already retired!"

"Gary Sleinow is confirmed to be returning; he will take over Mosktl again at the start of next season!"

Bella stared at Fran and said.

"We have dedicated information gathering channels. Mosktl's side has reopened the contract of head coach Sleino, which was frozen due to illness, and has even extended the contract by two years!"

Fran paused, and couldn't help but sigh.

"So why didn't he die on the operating table!"

Bella: "Are you willing to do that?"

Fran turned his head and glared at him fiercely. If his throat hadn't been hoarse, he would have already started spitting out his words.

But Bella was so frightened by just one look that she panicked and even instinctively covered her buttocks.

"What an annoying person!"

Fran stood up, took off his gloves, hung them on the nearby cowshed, and held out his hand, saying, "Give them to me!"

Bella immediately handed over the reconstruction plan.

Fran glanced down briefly and frowned.

"What kind of rebuilding is this? They only changed three people; the tactical system, personnel composition, and even the coaching staff and management have remained unchanged!"

"Reconstruction is a top-down process!"

Fran stared at Bella; "Tell Edward to clean up the management, especially those troublesome guys. Their presence is the root cause of Manchester City's decline."

"Secondly, bring Freeman back and let him continue as Business Director. If he doesn't come back, I won't go back either!"

Finally, prepare five hundred million pounds for me as the foundation for reconstruction!

Bella was stunned.

“Five hundred million?” Bella exclaimed in astonishment. “Even if the boss dared to invest, we would still face investigation under the Fiscal Fairness Act. That’s too much.”

The Financial Fair Play Act requires a club to break even, meaning that it must not spend more than a certain amount on transfers beyond its revenue.

If they exceed the limit, they will face investigations by UEFA, and even serious issues such as suspension.

This fair play bill was introduced to curb the trend of money-driven football, where wealthy Middle Easterners, who are poor but have plenty of money, play a money-spending game and completely disrupt the transfer market.

If he is allowed to develop without limits, whoever spends the money will be able to win the championship.

Football would then lose its original meaning and appeal.

Manchester City's transfer spending for a season is around £2 million.

Even if it's rebuilt, it won't cost 500 million pounds.

"You can't sell players!" Fran looked at Bella; "Everyone in the first team, except for the few I specifically mentioned, can be put on the transfer list!"

"Sell them all?" Bella exclaimed in astonishment.

Fran nodded; "Sell everything! Leave nothing behind. This reconstruction is a complete overhaul, tearing everything down and starting from scratch!"

Bella: "So, which one should we buy?"

Fran pulled out a list he had prepared beforehand from his pocket.

"Buy according to this guide!"

Bella took it, a bright smile spreading across her face. "Look, you're ready to come back."

"I was really planning to retire, but who would have thought that bastard Slein would make a comeback? We've been fighting for 20 years. Since this guy refuses to admit he's old and plans to start a second season, then I'll play along to the end!"

After making this decision, he seemed to feel much more relaxed.

Yes!

No matter how many times you emphasize it, are you really willing to give it up?
This is a team that I've been running for over 20 years!

That passion!
That kind of bond!

That kind of deep longing cannot be easily abandoned.

Bella looked down at the list with delight; most of the players were already established or had already proven themselves.

Bella wasn't worried about the transfer at all.

The phrase "Fran will come back to coach you" is worth a thousand promises.

As long as they still have the passion to pursue honor and championships, they will not miss this opportunity.

However, there is one unexpected presence on this list.

"This is... Wei?"

Bella exclaimed in astonishment, "He's also within your tactical framework?"

Wei Lai has not yet proven himself in the top five European leagues. Let alone the top five leagues, he can only be considered a 'potential rising star' at the moment.

Fran continued milking the cow.

"We absolutely must buy him. He's not just a tactical asset, he's the future of Manchester City!"

A team's rebuilding requires a foundation, and this is even more true for a powerhouse club that wants to remain successful in the long run.

Fran became interested in Wei Lai the first time she saw him.

But as he got to know him better, he realized more and more that this was an extraordinary guy.

Much of Wei Lai's information is not publicly available, but Fran still has ways to learn about it, and the more he reads, the more alarmed he becomes.

Fran bought Wei Lai; he didn't want the present, he wanted the future.

He was confident that with his wholehearted guidance, Wei Lai would be able to master the fundamentals of the system, and he had never been wrong about him.

In addition, Wei Lai possesses a unique charisma.

This quality deeply attracted Fran.

Bella scratched her head: "Okay! But he's in high demand right now, so he might not be able to this season."

“Take it slow. Reconstruction is not something that can be accomplished overnight; there will inevitably be a process of trial and error,” Fran said slowly. “We will begin making arrangements during the winter break.”

Bella nodded; "When will you take over the team?"

Fran paused for a moment: "Is Sleino returning next season?"

"Yes!"

"I'll go back once he makes the official announcement!"

Bella couldn't help but grin.

Is this really version 2.0 of a love-hate relationship?
These two old guys have been fighting for half their lives, and now they're going to keep fighting.

"Football!" Fran smiled and said, "It's really fun when you have someone with you. A one-man show is no fun at all."

Bella put the note away.

"But you need to give us a guarantee that you will return once Sleino makes the official announcement. We also need to fire our current head coach, Manny. If you back out then, our season will collapse."

Fran turned to look at Bella.

The latter was so frightened that he immediately took a few steps back.

Fran laughed and said, "Now you're starting to look like a general manager."

Bella grinned; "Not for a moment."

With Fran's return, he will undoubtedly be tasked with addressing all the issues related to the competitive aspect.

But Fran shook his head;

“My body can’t support me to do high-intensity work. Even if I return, I will only be in charge of the first team. I will ask you for who I want and I will inform you who I want to sell. You can handle the rest.”

Bella: "Well, I'm just someone who does odd jobs!"

Fran; "Unwilling?"

Bella: "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)