Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 272 Gap
In the early morning, after Wei Lai got up, he did not get up immediately, but sat on the tatami mat on the floor for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

The football king's coach is a madman!
This was the most direct impression he gave Wei Lai.

In his first lesson, he taught himself to "throw away the textbook and play by 'feel'."

Even if it's illogical, he convinces himself to follow his feelings.

He instilled the concept of street football in himself and encouraged himself to improvise.

In the second lesson, he instilled in him the spirit of a 'fighter': football is war!

He would teach her some 'tricks' she'd never heard of before, while emphasizing, 'This isn't dirty work! This is survival! If they're mean to you, you have to show them you're not to be messed with either!'

In the third lesson, he instilled in himself an extremely obsessive philosophy.

The ultimate love is to love the ball and to cherish your teammates.

Extreme hatred, to despise your opponents, to play football with the attitude of wanting to kill them.

In the fourth lesson, he made himself a 'flawed' person.

He encouraged himself to succumb to temptation, but also warned himself to know when to stop.

His exact words were:
'Look! All of these—fame, women, money—I've experienced them all, I've possessed them all; they are poison and reward.'

'I survived because I knew that when the sun rose the next day, I would still be the strongest player on the court. What about you? Do you have that confidence and ability? If not, get back to the gym!'

He would teach using roars, hugs, curses, tears, vulgar speeches, and magical personal demonstrations.

He also emphasized that football is about talent, feeling, passion, struggle, street smarts, and never compromising.

Wei Lai felt that his beliefs were being challenged most violently.

He won't train a 'well-behaved student'; he'll mold a 'disciple' just like him, capable of anything on the pitch, controversial off the pitch, but forever loyal to football and to himself.

Moreover, this kind of teaching is risky.

Wei was certain that his will was strong enough, and that's how he got through it!
If he is a child with a fragile personality, he will destroy that person.

This is a potent folk remedy, only suitable for those 'problem children' like him, with rebelliousness, talent, and an inexhaustible fire in their bones.

Wei Lai finally understood why the Wanderers coach used the word 'gambling' to describe it.

This course is both poison and a tonic.

It depends on how you select and discern, and absorb the useful information.

"Why do you look so pale?" He Chaoyue asked, getting up. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Wei Lai shook his head.

"Just wash your face and you'll be fine!"

No wonder it can't get better!
I was trained by the crazy, king-of-the-foots coach all night.

His courses are all phased, without any plan or system. He teaches whatever comes to mind, and he keeps rambling on and on, regardless of whether he understands it or not.

Many times, Wei Lai would pester Coach Wang to repeat the same training exercises over and over again.

Although the coach, the "King of Football," used words like "idiot" and "stupid," he always taught seriously and showed his best side to himself, which greatly benefited Wei Lai.

Of course, he also instills some distorted ideas in himself that he thinks are very reasonable!
"full HP resurrection!"

After eating five steaming hot buns filled with Jiaozhou cabbage, Wei Lai felt completely refreshed.

Even the stomach was moving comfortably, as if cheering for a long-awaited meal.

"Auntie's cooking is amazing!" Wei Lai gave a thumbs up and praised, "These buns taste exactly the same as the breakfast stalls near the Willy Base!"

"Is that enough? Shall I get you another drawer?" Yang Lijuan looked at Wei Lai with concern.

The fact that he was already working so hard at such a young age reminded him of He Chaoyue.

The couple planned to come to Europe, mainly because Yang Lijuan was worried about He Chaoyue, and also because the Duosang Club was willing to give He Feng a youth training job.

"That's enough! That's enough! I'm full!"

Wei Lai patted his belly, smiled, and got up to clear the dishes.

But Yang Lijuan immediately pushed him away.

"Go away, don't worry about these things, you guys go have fun."

He Chaoyue immediately pulled Wei Lai away; "Let's go, training camp starts today."

"Training camp?" Wei Lai nodded: "The Valley Cup!"

Wei Lai paused, stunned for a moment.

"I have a question!"

"What?" He Chaoyue asked.

Wei Lai scratched his head awkwardly; "I didn't bring any equipment!"

He came here for vacation and to relax; he didn't bring any sneakers!
He Chaoyue was also stunned for a moment before shaking her head and saying, "Let's go, there's a sneaker store on the east side of town. They don't have many styles, but we'll have to make do with these!"

The two bought a pair of counterfeit Nike sneakers at a sneaker store.

How can you be sure it's pirated?
First, the price is too cheap.

Secondly, the authentic pair is the one Wei Lai wore in the game, and the feel is completely different.

Carrying my sneakers, I arrived at Dorsan's home stadium.

Compared to the Amstel River Stadium, this place is as rudimentary as can be.

It's like fenced off a piece of land in a ranch and built a sports field. The grass is of poor quality, and some parts are even bald. Luckily, it didn't rain, or it would have been a complete muddy mess.

The team represented by Dawson consists of 15 people in total, with nine professional players as the starting lineup, along with two ordinary players.

Even among ordinary people, one of them is a 34-year-old youth coach at the Dorsan club.

The goalkeeper is a former Spanish First Division goalkeeper, although he is already 40 years old.

The town mayor, Fernandez, serves as the head coach, but it's just a figurehead position; the players decide on the tactics themselves.

Wei Lai, wearing sneakers, jumped up on the grass to get a feel for it.

He quickly demonstrated the starting, turning, and sprinting motions a few times, then looked at He Chaoyue and said;

"Doesn't Dazang have a youth training program? Why aren't they fielding young players?"

He Chaoyue: "Dousang is only at the Spanish First Division level. How good can his youth training be? Are you going to let them get slaughtered on the field? The other team has three teams from the Spanish Second Division and one from the Dutch First Division!"

Wei Lai nodded; "That's true!"

Raul clapped his hands to greet everyone.

“Let’s practice a little first and get to know our teammates.” He then looked at Wei Lai and said, “Slow down the pace, or we might not be able to keep up.”

He had seen Wei Lai play; his pace was incredibly fast, almost on par with La Liga. If Wei Lai played at his full potential, they wouldn't be able to keep up.

Many people also looked at Wei Lai, after all, the most famous and strongest person here was probably Wei Lai.

He Chaoyue stood in front, also looking at Wei Lai.

He'll get to see just how strong his former teammates have become in this match.

It was an eight-on-eight match, and they just randomly picked a random person to fill in as goalkeeper; it was just a matter of getting familiar with the game.

Raul and He Chaoyue were wearing red vests.

Wei Lai and Benjamin, these two key players, have both joined the blue team.

Benjamin stepped on the ball, turned to Wei Lai, and gave him an OK sign.

Wei Lai immediately nodded.

"let's start!"

boom!
Benjamin passed the ball back to Wei Lai, who then passed it back to the center-back.

After passing the ball, Wei Lai did not move forward, but turned his head to observe.

Raul has already moved closer.

"High-pressing tactics?"

With a quick glance, Wei Lai could tell that the scale of the raid was not standardized and had loopholes everywhere.

"Give me!"

Wei Lai, with his back to the goal, called for a pass.

The center-back immediately passed the ball to Wei Lai, and the pass was quite steady.

Wei Lai turned his head to the left, and his left shoulder also showed a noticeable tilting motion.

"left!"

Raul immediately took a step.

At this moment, Wei Lai's lips curled up slightly, and he gently flicked his foot in the opposite direction.

"be cheated!"

Raul immediately regained his balance and lunged at Wei Lai again.

But Wei Lai had already turned around, and with a gentle flick of his toe, the ball went through Raul's legs. He then pushed off the ground, stepped on the ball with his left foot, and looked up to observe.

At this moment, Raul turned back and attacked again.

Wei Lai gently stepped on the ball with his left foot, nutmegged it again, pushed off the ground laterally, and got past it once more.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

Fernandez burst out laughing.

"Twice! Twice in a row I got my crotch pierced!"

Raul also covered his face, wishing he could disappear into a crack.

What a shame!

Wei Lailie grinned and lightly rubbed his foot.

The ball flew forward.

Benjamin quickly followed up, staring at the ball at its near-perfect landing point, and without any adjustment, unleashed a powerful left-footed shot.

Swish!
The ball goes into the net!

"Pretty!"

Benjamin immediately turned to Wei Lai and gave him a thumbs up.

Wei Lai smiled and nodded, without saying anything.

He Chaoyue stared blankly at Wei Lai.

“Is the gap so big?”

Snapped! boom!
Wei Lai cut down with the instep of his left foot, feigning a turn to the right or left, then suddenly pulled the ball back in a V-shape, narrowly avoiding He Chaoyue's outstretched foot.

"It's happening again!" He Chaoyue frowned.

He was just a tiny bit short, but that tiny bit seemed insurmountable, preventing him from touching the ball.

As He Chaoyue turned around, Wei Lai stepped on the ball with his toe, and it was passed out again.

Throughout the entire process, Wei Lai strolled leisurely.

Their foreheads were already sweating, but Wei Lai remained completely dry.

The match is still ongoing, but the red team has already started to cry and complain.

"Damn it! There's no way I can get any!"

"A kick like that will definitely get you beaten!"

"He passed the ball without even making a tackle!"

"Why is it that even though there's such a big gap between us, we always manage to squeeze through?"

"Rice, get serious!"

"I'm very serious, but you guys always get dragged away by him. What can I do?"

In the half-hour match, Wei Lai completely dominated the red team's midfield with a 100% pass completion rate and zero turnovers.

He Chaoyue attempted a shot, but failed to score.

The red team members were all panting heavily.

Under intense pressure, they were completely outmaneuvered.

"Our high-pressing tactics, did they have no effect at all?" He Chaoyue asked Wei Lai.

Wei Lai rubbed his arms; they were a little cold.

"The pace is too slow, and the gaps are so big, two meters is enough for me to squeeze through twice. I suggest you stop with the high press. Your teamwork is lacking. If you all rush up, it's just like you're running over to deliver the ball. There's so much space behind you, I can pass the ball with my eyes closed!"

Wei Lai spread his hands.

Benjamin also came over and said, "There are too many unforced errors. Let's play a safety ball, don't pass the ball in. Leave the passing to Wei!"

Benjamin didn't know how to complain.

Their passing is truly indescribable; it looks like a ball that's impossible to catch at first glance.

"Are we really that bad?" Raul began to doubt himself.

Wei Lai: "It's alright, but the teamwork is lacking. The team is a hodgepodge, and there's not much chemistry between them. I think the tactics should be simplified. Let's just go for long passes and crosses. I'll pass the ball, and let He Chaoyue and Benjamin chase after it!"

He Chaoyue glared; "You want me to be your dog again?"

Wei Lai laughed and said, "I'm very accurate now, I'll feed you the frisbee!"

He Chaoyue rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I feel like our midfield and defense can play more teamwork!" Fernandez suggested to Wei Lai.

He had a great time passing the ball during the practice match just now.

Almost all of them were one-touch passes, smooth and fluid passing and movement, leaving him wanting more.

Wei Lai always manages to appear in key positions and orchestrate attacks.

Sometimes it's a one-touch pass, sometimes it's a pass after getting past an opponent, but it never loses possession.

Wei Lai tilted his head and looked at Fernandez.

He couldn't understand the Spanish the guy was speaking.

After He Chaoyue gave a brief translation, Wei Lai nodded and said, "We can give it a try."

He suggested playing simpler, but no one else spoke up—that was silent opposition.

That makes sense, considering this is Spain, where everyone, from top to bottom, is passionate about ball control and passing.

Let them play dog ​​frisbee, that's an ugly game, it's worse than killing them.

At noon, the two returned on time to eat lunch.

"Wow!"

As soon as Wei Lai entered the room, he smelled a fragrant aroma.

The table was already laden with various dishes.

Stir-fried pork with chili peppers, sweet and sour pork, shredded pork with garlic sauce, stir-fried potatoes, green peppers, and dried tofu with green peppers, and a side of stir-fried vermicelli with pickled cabbage.

As a native of Bohai Port, Wei Lai has almost no resistance to these foods.

Upon seeing these, Wei Lai's stomach began to rumble.

"Today's food is Northeastern Chinese. Go take a shower first!"

Yang Lijuan looked at the two of them and said with a smile.

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "Thank you for your hard work, Auntie!"

After saying that, he turned to look at He Chaoyue and asked, "Shall I wash first?"

He Chaoyue: "Okay! Go ahead!"

Wei Lai ran over to take a shower, and He Chaoyue took a sip of ice water from the refrigerator. His expression was extremely serious.

"A big difference?"

He Feng walked over.

His own child's personality is almost a carbon copy of his own; when He Chaoyue showed this expression, he knew she was hurt.

“He was holding back,” He Chaoyue said, frowning. “I’m sure he subconsciously sped up several times, but we didn’t realize it or couldn’t keep up.”

"My rhythm, decision-making, insight into gaps in the game, use of space, and even the techniques I'm so proud of were all suppressed!"

He Feng nodded; "That's normal. As a key player for a top Dutch club, if he didn't even have this much ability, he wouldn't be a key player."

He Chaoyue: "But just a year ago, he was playing with us in the U17 World Cup!"

He Feng: "This is abnormal! But you also need to understand that there are always people more talented than you. You may have outstanding talent, but in this world, there will always be someone with even more outstanding talent than you!"

"Also, the Eredivisie is second only to the top five leagues, especially for a team like Atlético Amsterdam. What you need to do now is try your best to catch up, at least to keep up with their pace and decision-making, otherwise you will lose the motivation to get them to pass the ball to you!"

He Chaoyue nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

This match further solidified his determination to challenge the Spanish Second Division.

We can't stand still anymore. Wei Lai's progress is too fast; he'll soon be left far behind.

Inside the bathroom, Wei Lai was washing himself. Through the glass, he vaguely looked at his own figure, somewhat lost in thought.

In this competition, He Chaoyue was observing herself, while Wei Lai was also comparing herself to him.

Many people say they have made great progress and their skills have improved rapidly.

But Wei Lai didn't feel it too obviously because he had been playing in the fast-paced Dutch league, surrounded by players of the same level, so he didn't have many points of reference.

But now that he's back and working with He Chaoyue and the others, he understands why they were so amazed by his progress.

To be honest, this game wasn't tiring at all, and it didn't even cause him much trouble.

First, the pace is too slow, and the transition between offense and defense is sluggish. Sometimes, Wei Lai has already turned around and is ready to pass the ball, but his teammates here haven't reacted yet.

Secondly, the decision-making speed is too slow.

The ball was passed very quickly and smoothly.

But Wei Lai knew that, apart from himself, everyone else's passes were blind.

They pass the ball whenever they see a player, instead of looking for space and using the pass to create space.

Finally, his tactical understanding is too shallow; he makes too many tactical runs, but he is also too rigid.

They lacked flexible positioning, showed awareness of receiving passes, but failed to create new space through their movement.

This refers to ineffective running and ineffective ball control.

Inefficient!

"Ha~" Wei Lai sighed.

In fact, He Chaoyue is clearly better than the others; she is consciously trying to keep up with her own pace and cooperate with herself.

But when Wei tried to speed up, He Chaoyue was quickly stunned.

They lack spatial awareness, are not decisive enough in decision-making, and are not flexible enough in positioning.

These are all problems stemming from a lack of high-quality matches.

But these also reveal another truth.
"I ran ahead of everyone else!"

Wei Lai grinned and couldn't help but shake his head.

He had never really thought about this problem before, but as he practiced and played, he ended up leaving everyone else behind.

Unbeknownst to him, his goal shifted from chasing after He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, and others to running after the backs of Coach Harvey, Coach Beckham, and the Wanderers.

Frame red, frame red, frame red!

Wei Lai kept shoveling rice into his mouth; the rice combined with the side dishes was incredibly delicious.

"Eat slowly, don't choke!"

Yang Lijuan handed over a bottle of water, saying with concern, "Your mother would be heartbroken if she saw this!"

"My mom's cooking isn't as delicious as my aunt's!" Wei Lai complimented.

"You silly child!" Yang Lijuan was immediately amused.

Wei Lai asked expectantly, "Is there any food left?"

"Yes!" Yang Lijuan immediately stood up; "Enough for everyone!"

He Chaoyue looked at Wei Lai: "No! If you eat like this, will you pass the physical test when you go back to the club?"

Wei Lai was conflicted; "It's impossible, but we only have these few meals a year, what do you suggest we do?"

"Eat up! Eat up! I won't stop you!" He Chaoyue shook her head.

"You're a well-fed person who doesn't know the hunger of an starving person. The food prepared in the club's canteen has no flavor; you can only chew it dry. At least you can go home and eat the auntie's cooking to satisfy your cravings, but I can only endure it!"

"Aren't there Chinese restaurants? Don't tell me you can't afford them with your current salary!"

"It's not good!" Wei Lai shook his head, pointing to the dining table; "It doesn't taste as good as Auntie's!"

He Chaoyue rolled her eyes, "You're trying to flatter my mom."

But Yang Lijuan fell for it and couldn't help but laugh.

"When we get back, I'll stew some beef for you and put it in the fridge so you can eat it whenever you crave it!"

Wei Lai immediately cheered, "Auntie is the best!"

(End of this chapter)