Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 271 Pure Football and the GOAT!

In the middle of the pasture, a bonfire was burning brightly on the dirt ground, and a group of people were dancing around it, moving to the rhythm of folk songs coming from a loudspeaker.

The women twirled their skirts and danced gracefully.

The children ran around happily, their innocent and clear laughter filling the air.

The men were working, grilling meat or chopping wood, busy as bees.

Wow!

Wei Lai looked at the scene in surprise. Before he could even express his feelings, Raul and He Chaoyue pulled him to a campfire on the left.

This area is almost entirely populated by young people, or rather, warriors who are about to fight for Dorsan.

There were fifteen people in total, of varying ages; some looked like professional players, while others were just ordinary people.

The town of Dussan is very small, with a population of about 2000, and almost half of them live here.

Wei Lai's arrival was warmly welcomed by these people.

Many people looked at Wei Lai in surprise.

"Hey! If I'm not mistaken, he's Wei?"

Benjamin exclaimed in surprise.

As young talents who were all the rage in Europe recently, how could they not know about it?

It can be said that Wei Lai's fame alone surpasses that of everyone else here.

After all, Roy spent a lot of money to promote him.

"Raul, you actually brought Wei here?"

"It shouldn't be Raul, but He!"

"Well done! This has significantly increased our chances of winning; at least we have someone in midfield who can hold the ball now!"

Raul retorted, "Hey! How much do you look down on me?"

The teammate with freckles laughed, "To be honest, you're really not that great. Otherwise, you wouldn't have lost to us in the fifth round. You were the scapegoat for that match!"

After saying that, he looked at Wei Lai and extended his hand; "My name is Fernandez!"

Wei Lai smiled and extended his hand. Although he couldn't understand Spanish, he could tell that the other party had no ill intentions.

Raul gave a brief introduction.

There are a total of 9 professional players, most of whom play in the Spanish First Division and the Spanish Second Division.

Another one is Benjamin, who plays for Deportivo La Coruña in the Spanish Second Division.

Wei Lai plays for Dutch powerhouse Atlético Amsterdam.

They are considered heavyweight foreign aids.

Buzz!

The loudspeaker at the entrance was vibrating.

An elderly man wearing a black hat came out, holding a trophy in his hand, the surface of which shimmered in the firelight.

This old man is Fernandez, the mayor of this small town.

Old Fernandez called out to McLaughs, "Attention everyone, the Valley Cup is about to begin!"

The community competition is called the Valley Cup.

"Jose!" Old Colin wiped the oil off his hands. "I'm sixty, but I can still guard the goal!"

"Grandpa Juan is seventy years old, and he still has to be a substitute!" The children burst into laughter.

Old Fernandez smiled. "Remember? Thirty years ago, we were pulling a horse-drawn carriage to the race when the axle broke halfway there. So we carried our luggage to the neighboring town—it was already dark, and the race was still waiting for us."

A nostalgic laugh rose from the crowd, and old Juan squinted; "That night we won, walking home in the moonlight, the trophy gleaming."

Dorsan, a tiny dot that's almost invisible on a map, has a football passion that burns brighter than many cities.

Football here doesn't have a season, no lights, and no stands.

After the harvest, the stubble fields become a sports field, and during the rainy season, people still run through the mud.

“This time is different.” Old Fernandez’s voice suddenly turned serious: “The organizing committee said this is our last time participating in the Valley Cup.”

The pasture fell silent instantly, with only the crackling sounds of the campfire burning.

"They said we couldn't field a proper eleven, that our stadium wasn't up to par," old Fernandez took a deep breath; "But I say—when did football become a numbers game?"

Old Colin stood up; "I've been repairing cars for thirty years, and I've never repaired anything this utterly rudimentary. Jose, what do you suggest we do?"

"We want everyone to see," José said, holding up the old trophy; "Football isn't about the size of the pitch, it's not about the number of spectators, it's about..."

He paused, looking at each familiar face.

Aunt Mary wiped her hands and laughed, "We take the whole family two kilometers every Sunday to watch the race!"

"It's that old whistle that Grandpa Juan blows every time he scores a goal!" a child shouted.

"It's the candy Uncle Fernandez always carries in his pocket to comfort the kids who lose!"

The sounds grew louder and louder, merging into a warm, noisy cacophony.

Old Fernandez's eyes lit up: "Yes! We're going to take the whole of Dosan there, the aroma of our bread, the whistle of old Juan, the mountain paths we've walked countless times, and all 2132 of our hearts!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Old Fernandez walked toward the campfire where Wei Lai and the others were.

"Rise up, our soldiers!"

Wei Lai was somewhat bewildered; he couldn't understand.

But He Chaoyue had already pulled him up.

Old Fernandez pulled out jerseys one by one from the black plastic bag at his feet and handed them over.

His movements were so earnest and sacred.

Wei Lai looked down at the jersey in his hand. It was a very clean and tidy jersey, which had even been washed once and smelled of soap.

Sr. Fernandez hugged each player before finally handing the trophy to Raul.

"Leave it to you!"

Old Fernandez said solemnly.

Raul nodded heavily.

The children couldn't wait to start playing football on the ranch.

The worn-out soccer ball bounced across the grass, over shallow puddles, and through puddles, like the wings of a flock of pigeons, passing from the old man's toes to the children's knees again—it carried not the victory or defeat, but the town's most basic faith.

Watching all this, old Fernandez whispered to Mary beside him, "Remember? Our wedding day was also after the match."

Mary smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes like blooming flowers.

"Of course, you came wearing a dirty jersey!"

This is the football of Dassan – it grows between wheat fields and mountain winds, flows in everyone's blood, without huge contracts, without spotlights, only the purest love, like the old oak tree at the entrance of town, which has weathered a hundred years of wind and rain and is still lush and verdant.

The campfire reflected on Wei Lai's face, making it feel somewhat hot.

"Can you feel it?" He Chaoyue stuffed a piece of beef into her mouth.

Wei Lai nodded; "This is a very novel experience!"

"Hello, uncle and aunt!"

When Wei Lai returned home in the evening, he saw He Chaoyue's parents, He Feng, and Yang Lijuan.

Hello, Wei Lai!

"Oh dear, I often hear my baby mention you. Don't feel pressured, just make yourself at home and have fun!"

Wei Lai turned to look at He Chaoyue in astonishment.

"Baby?"

He Chaoyue blushed slightly, a rare sight, and said awkwardly, "Mom, don't call me that!"

"I've called you that since I was a child, and now you're not allowed to?" Yang Lijuan found it amusing; "What's there to be ashamed of!"

"Mom~~~" He Chaoyue couldn't take it anymore and quickly pulled Wei Lai to the room.

The door slammed shut.

He Chaoyue stared at Wei Lai: "Forget about it!"

"Forgot what?" Wei Lai raised an eyebrow, his expression gradually turning teasing. "Could it be the baby?"

"You fucking."

Inside the room, He Chaoyue lay on the bed, her hands holding her head, staring at the ceiling, and slowly said:
What's it like playing in the Europa League?

Wei Lai, who was sleeping on the floor below, said slowly, "The tactics are more rigorous, the styles are more distinct, and the playing style is more intense. In the league, they are all old rivals, and we know them more or less. But in European competitions, we don't know who our opponents are before the draw. We don't have enough time to prepare and study. Therefore, compared to tactics, there will be more opening routines and specific playing styles."

"You played exceptionally well in the away game against Brighton. Atletico Amsterdam placed their hopes on you to win. Weren't you nervous?"

Wei Lai: "Whether you're nervous or not, under those circumstances, you have to bite the bullet and go for it."

"Too!"

He Chaoyue turned over; "It's getting late, let's go to sleep!"

"it is good!"

Wei Lai closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Hearing Wei Lai's nasal breathing as he slept soundly, He Chaoyue slowly opened her eyes.

He couldn't sleep at all, his mind filled with Wei Lai's performance in the Europa League.

This former friend has now spread his wings and soared through the skies of European competition.

Could I do that if it were me?
He Chaoyue clenched her fist tightly.

"Definitely!" The simulation space, the wanderer coach's lesson.

Wei Lai had been observing and training, constantly moving his head according to the established rhythm and frequency.

By organizing one's thinking, one can achieve a predetermined line of observation without deliberate guidance.

At the same time, observing teammates and opponents is also essential.

With such a high volume of matches, muscle memory can sometimes be formed.

Faced with a player suddenly pressing him, Wei Lai's reaction and thinking couldn't keep up, but his body could react and make subconscious movements to get away.

These improvements and progress were brought about by a large number of matches.

"breakthrough?"

After training, the Rogues coach looked at Wei Lai; "You want to hear a breakthrough-oriented course?"

Wei Lai nodded; "I feel I need to improve my abilities in this area."

The Wanderers coach: "Have the technical flaws been fixed?"

Wei Lai: "No!"

The coach of the Wanderers said, "Then why are you practicing dribbling? Dribbling requires a high level of ball control, rhythm, and ball control. If you take dribbling lessons now, the efficiency will be very low. So, I don't recommend that you start learning this technique right now. What you need to do now is to hone your observation, passing, dribbling, and attacking mindset, and bring your specific skills to the level of the top five leagues, or even higher. Don't rush to develop into an all-around player now. Even if it's three years later, you'll only be 20 years old. What's the rush?"

Wei Lai: "Then I should also take a completely new course to enhance my abilities."

After a pause, Wei Lai said, "Then let's shoot from a distance."

After saying that, Wei Lai brought up the course panel and turned to ask the Wanderer Instructor:

Do you have any recommendations?

The wanderer coach crossed his arms and said lazily, "Anything is fine, except the third one!"

Wei Lai turned his head to look over and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

The third course.

[Advanced course, specialized reinforcement, long-range shooting with insightful understanding of weaknesses!]

"why?"

Wei Lai was puzzled.

The rogue coach pointed to himself: "Because this coach is me!"

"Didn't anyone tell you that you can't acquire talent a second time if you have the same coach in an advanced course?"

Wei Lai was stunned.

"Coach Kaka said that I should learn long-range shooting from Coach Beckham!"

The rogue coach sighed; "That's a reckless fool, don't believe him!"

Wei Lai was a little embarrassed.

"Which course should I choose?"

The Wanderers coach said, "If it's a power-oriented long-range shot, I have many recommendations, but if it's a skill-based shot, then the range is much smaller."

Wei Lai looked at the Wanderers coach, who pondered for a moment.

"Hmm, do you want to take a gamble?"

"Huh?" Wei Lai asked, puzzled. "What are you betting on?"

The Rogues coach said seriously, "We're betting on a once-in-a-lifetime talent."

Wei Lai's eyes lit up.

"That guy is a true prodigy. Any one of his talents could be crucial for an ordinary player, transforming them into a top star, but he has absorbed all of them into one." The Wanderers coach said. "Actually, you shouldn't have started his classes too early, but if you can acquire one of his key talents early on, it will be a great help to you."

"But given the multitude of talents he possesses, I'm not sure you can acquire a historically significant talent!"

“The most crucial thing is,” the Wanderers coach grinned, “that his courses don’t have any specific focus. You have to learn whatever he wants to teach you, even if he suddenly decides to teach you defense, but that’s highly unlikely!”

"There's one last one. His course is very expensive; it requires 200 training points!"

Wei Lai was stunned.

"I only have 210 training points."

The rogue coach shrugged. "That depends on your luck. Anyway, you'll benefit from whatever he teaches you. Even if his talent is useless, it's still relative to the many talents he possesses."

The Wanderer coach's tone carried a hint of reverence, even a faint trace of fanatical admiration.

This inevitably aroused Wei Lai's curiosity.

Which course?

The Wanderer Coach has adjusted the course panel.

"this!"

Wei Lai turned his head to look over.

The gold trim was the first time Wei Lai had ever seen this particular trim.

Moreover, the course name is quite simple yet imposing.

[Advanced and long-term courses: The Path to GOAT!]

[Lecturer: XXXXXX!]

[This course requires 200 training points!]

Swish!
The training value dropped rapidly and soon became '10'.

Just hearing the course title was enough to make Wei Lai unable to resist.

What course dares to call itself "GOAT"? That means "the best ever"!

The stadium changed, and soon became completely empty.

Not far away, a figure slowly appeared, wearing a retro jersey with the collar turned up, holding a pair of retro basketball shorts that could be described as super shorts, and black sneakers with the shoelaces lying loosely to the side.

He is less than 170 cm tall, short and chubby, about the same height as Coach Cazorla.

A mist also surrounded his face, obscuring his features.

Is this .GOAT?

“Kid! I see doubt in your eyes? It doesn’t matter. The whole world used to question me,” he slowly walked over, looking up at Wei Lai; “but I shut the whole world up!”

"I don't like looking up to people." He grabbed Wei Lai's shoulder and shoved him down sharply: "Squat down!"

Wei Lai stumbled a little.

What a strength!
"How should I address you?" Wei Lai asked.

He slowly turned his head: "The King of Football!"

mad!
That's fucking insane!

“Okay.” Wei Lai grinned; “So, what are you going to teach me?”

The football king's coach turned his head; "I'll teach you how to win!"

"From this moment on, forget what your coach taught you! Look at my feet, look at the ball. The ball is not your tool, it's part of your body, your lover, your enemy, and even more so, your child!"

He poked Wei Lai's chest hard; "You have to use 'this' to feel it!"

The scene suddenly changed, and it became a very narrow street corner.

The coach tossed the ball to Wei Lai and beckoned to him.

This means to let go of oneself.

Wei Lai's eyes lit up. Was he going to teach him how to break through?
He immediately stepped on the ball.

"Are you ready?"

The coach's tone was icy.

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "Ready!"

The next second, he charged like a small tank, without slowing down at all, and crashed directly into Wei Lai. Despite being less than 170 centimeters tall, he sent the 180-centimeter-tall Wei Lai flying.

"Ugh—!"

Wei Lai screamed in agony.

"Stand up!" the football coach said coldly, stepping on the ball. "In a real match, those butchers won't give you two meters of space! In the alleys, that's how we play football—use your butt, your shoulders to protect the ball, like you're protecting your last peso!"

The football legend's coach said coldly, "The first lesson is called the wisdom of the streets!"

Wei Lai endured the pain and got up, throwing himself back into training.

The coach made him handle the ball under extreme pressure, and during this time, he would interfere with himself like a madman, using every dirty trick in the book.

He would use provocative words to insult Wei Lai, such as "coward" and "softie," in order to provoke Wei Lai's fighting spirit.

Their physical fight was more like a brawl than a football match.

But every time Wei Lai questioned him, he would tell Wei Lai.

This is pure street football!

It immediately pounced again, tearing at Wei Lai frantically.

Under such intense pressure, Wei Lai finally achieved a breakthrough, but he was completely exhausted.

But he didn't give Wei Lai any time to rest; the scene immediately changed, and a ball game began.

Every time Wei Lai handled the ball, he would be verbally abused by the football king coach!
Wei Lai made a textbook but uncreative pass, and he would curse himself for being a 'robot'.

But if, in a moment of panic, I make a wildly imaginative, seemingly absurd pass that tears through the opponent's defense, even if it fails, he will rush over and hug me.

"Yes! That's it! That's football! Making mistakes? What's there to be afraid of! I make mistakes every day, but I also create miracles every day!"

(End of this chapter)