Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 275 Ball sense is something you develop through 'play'
Eredivisie Round 17: Deventer Eagles vs. Atlético Amsterdam.

The match has been going on for 31 minutes, and the score is currently 0-0.

A corner kick for Amsterdam Athletic.

"This is Atlético Amsterdam's third corner kick of the match, again taken by Wei. The previous corner kicks have posed a huge threat to Deventer. Can they really overcome this one?"

"cheer!"

Deventer Eagles' goalkeeper, Kate, shouted nervously.

His eyes kept glancing behind him, where a group of Amsterdam players were gathered at the far post.

They stared at him fiercely, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

He knew that once the Chinese midfielder took a corner kick, these guys would pounce on him like hungry wolves.

This caused them a lot of trouble!
boom!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Lai kicked the ball.

"rush!"

"Come in!"

"confrontation!"

"Oppress them!"

The Amsterdam Athletic players roared as they charged into the penalty area, heading straight for the goalkeeper.

The collision of muscles.

Pushing, pulling, and shouting filled the stadium, creating a great deal of chaos.

The center-back of the Fenton Eagles looked up at the ball, and just as he shouted, he suddenly exclaimed and turned his head in surprise: "No! The far post!"

At that moment, his pupils contracted slightly.

He saw Kakabania at the far post and jumped up suddenly.

Standing over 190 centimeters tall, he overpowered his opponents with a powerful header.

The goalkeeper was distracted in the middle and had no chance to make a save.

Swish!
The ball goes into the net!

"Goooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaal!!"

"Caccabanja! The former captain of five-time world champions Brazil, he opened the scoring for Atlético Amsterdam in the second half of the season!"

"A brilliant header, and excellent tactical execution!"

"On their third corner kick, they broke through the Deventer Eagles' goal, giving their team the lead!"

"Athletics Amsterdam is still in excellent form."

Kakabania rushed to the corner flag and celebrated wildly as plastic bottles rained down on him.

"Come on! Shh! Shout again!"

He roared defiantly at the stands.

These opposing fans have certainly hurled a lot of insults at him.

He knew he was getting old, but these guys kept calling him "old thing," which made him very uncomfortable.

And now, it is this 'old guy' they're talking about who has breached their goal.

"Beautifully passed on!"

Kakabania hugged Wei Lai tightly as he ran towards her.

Wei Lai's choice of the ball's landing point was excellent, and the drop also allowed him to generate power.

That's great!
"Wei Lai connects with Kakabanja, Amsterdam scores from a corner kick, they're still on a roll from the first half of the season!"

"Sporting Amsterdam, this Dutch giant, has fully awakened!"

Duan Jiang's fierce shouts echoed throughout the office via the television.

Mishan District Youth Sports Center in the Capital.

Xue Guohao puffed on his cigarette, while Liu Guowei beside him was also puffing out clouds of smoke.

"You really don't want to scream?"

Liu Guowei stopped what he was doing, turned his head and asked.

Xue Guohao said bitterly, "What are we going to do? He's playing in the Dutch Eredivisie, in the Europa League knockout stage. Are we going to call him over to play in the AFC U-19 Championship qualifiers?"

Liu Guowei: "Japan has brought over all the students who studied abroad, and South Korea has also brought over quite a few!"

Their next match will be against the Japanese U20 national youth team.

After being held to a draw at home last time, they started calling up players, bringing over their entire European squad to bolster their strength.

Logically speaking, the Chinese national youth team should also respond by calling up players who are playing abroad.

I'm too ashamed to call out!

Wei Lai plays at such a high level that if Xue Guohao were to abandon the league and the Europa League and come back to play in the AFC U-19 Championship, he would have to slap himself in the face.

On He Chaoyue's side, Duosang is vying for a promotion spot, and as the main striker, Duosang is not letting him go.

"I'll contact Xiang Ming and Chen Shaojie to see if they're free!"

Xue Guohao shook his head; "Forget about Wei Lai!"

Wei Lai is highly sought after now, and they have no chance to even think about him.

The national team is trying to figure out how to bring Wei Lai back.

Even the national team will be recruited!
It's not their turn to join the youth team.

"Speaking of which, Lao Xue, Chairman Wang is pressing you hard. Are you really not planning to take over the national team?" Liu Guowei asked.

Xue Guohao frowned; "Not now, let's wait a few more years."

"When will we get there?"

"After the 2030 World Cup qualifiers are over, and after a few more of these kids have gone abroad to play."

Xue Guohao turned to look at Liu Guowei: "Wait until Chairman Wang makes up his mind!"

"What kind of determination is this?" Liu Guowei asked curiously. "You've been talking for quite a while, and you keep saying the timing isn't right, so what timing are you waiting for?"

call!
Xue Guohao exhaled a long puff of smoke, then turned to look at Liu Guowei; "Brother, we're on the same side, let's talk behind closed doors!"

Liu Guowei nodded; "Go on!"

Xue Guohao's words stunned Liu Guowei.

"The national team needs to be rebuilt!"

Liu Guowei slowly opened his mouth.

"Reconstruction?"

"The team leader, coaching staff, and the first team will all be reorganized. Only 2-3 people will remain in this national team, and the rest will be formed from the U23 and U20 youth teams!"

"Are you crazy?" Liu Guowei exclaimed in astonishment, "It can't be done!"

"Brother, are you courting death! Even if it really works out, and Chairman Wang withstands the pressure, you'll offend a lot of people."

Xue Guohao: "I have a strong ability to withstand pressure!"

"This isn't a matter of resilience!" Liu Guowei said with a wry smile. "There are too many vested interests involved."

"So, I'm waiting!" Xue Guohao pointed upwards: "Waiting for someone to make the decision! As long as someone makes the decision, I'll go all in and gamble on this!"

"You crazy person!"

Xue Guohao gave a bitter smile.

"No normal person can save Chinese football! Sometimes you have to go crazy. I don't consider myself a savior, so I'll be a complete destroyer!"

"Uproot all the filth, relationships, and ties, and completely sever all connections!"

"I'll cause destruction, and I don't care about the reconstruction afterwards! At least we've gained a chance to start over!"

Xue Guohao let out a breath and laughed, "If anyone dares to make this decision, I'm willing to take the blame. I'll ruin everything, put the blame on my head, dust myself off, and find a quiet little place to continue teaching kids how to play football!"

"So you don't need to come with me to take the blame and face those guys' wrath. I'm enough as an example. The next step is to rebuild."

Liu Guowei stared blankly at Xue Guohao, then suddenly said, "I'm not a coward! Take me with you!"

Xue Guohao waved his hand; "I know you're not a coward, but... there's no need!"

Xue Guohao got up, opened the window, leaned out, and lit another cigarette.

The red glow of the fire flickered in the cold wind, but it also ignited a sliver of light in the endless darkness.

"It's fucking cold!"

Atlético Amsterdam defeated Deventer Eagles 2-1 away from home, securing their first victory since the winter break.

This has further boosted fans' confidence in the team.

However, the crucial part is yet to come!

Eredivisie, Dutch Cup, Europa League.

With three competitions running concurrently, Atlético Amsterdam will face the problem of playing two matches a week for a long time to come.

This will begin to test the players' physical reserves and the depth of the bench.

The former is key, because Atlético Amsterdam simply doesn't have much bench depth.

They've always relied on the same lineup to win!

"I'm planning to go back to China in a couple of days!"

During the video call, Xiang Ming spoke to Wei Lai.

"The Asian Youth Championship qualifiers?" Wei Lai asked.

Xiang Ming nodded; "That's right. After discussing it with the club, they were willing to give me leave. I'm not a starter in the first team and don't play many games. It would be good to go back and play some games to get back into form."

Wei Lai nodded: "Is Old Chen going back too?"

"They can't go back!" Xiang Ming grinned; "Old Chen is trapped! Their new coach values ​​him highly and hasn't agreed to let him go!"

Wei Lai: "This is a good thing!"

"Sigh..." Xiang Ming sighed, "When do you think we'll ever go back and play as national team players again?"

Wei Lai laughed and said, "Want to join the national team?"

"You don't want to?" Xiang Ming countered. Wei Lai: "Yes!"

He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Soon!"

Wei Lai looked up slightly at the ceiling, where the lights were shining.

If my calculations are correct, things should already be in the planning stages by now.

That liberation of Chinese football was later referred to as 'rebirth'!
The rise of China's new golden generation is certainly due to their outstanding performance, but it is also inseparable from the silent dedication of those who contribute silently.

In such an environment, Chinese football was able to sprout new seedlings and gradually grow.

'reconstruction!'

The foundation for this rebuilding is the national Olympic team and the national youth team, comprised of young players.

Wei Lai hung up the phone, shook his head, and tried to put these thoughts out of his mind.

"Keep training!"

Lying in bed, Wei Lai drifted off to sleep.

A simulated classroom, a lesson taught by the football king's coach.

The football king's coach is teaching Wei Lai the basics.

This person's teaching style is still so unique.

"It's not about touching the ball, it's about dialogue!"

He tossed the ball to Wei Lai.

"Feel the life in this leather! Don't rush to kick it, stroke it, bounce it with the instep, the inside of your foot, the outside of your foot, your toes, and even your heel!"

He said gently, "Close your eyes!"

Wei Lai looked up; "You can't juggle the ball if you close your eyes!"

"Shut up!—"

The football king coach roared.

Wei Lai quickly closed his eyes, clumsily bounced the ball twice, and it flew out.

"Damn it, why are you so stupid! I told you to feel it, closing your eyes is the only way."

Wei Lai complained, "How can you juggle a ball with your eyes closed?"

The football coach glared at Wei Lai, then lifted the ball up and immediately closed his eyes.

His legs seemed to possess some kind of magic, juggling the ball steadily and rhythmically.

Even when the ball flew away, he would close his eyes, take a quick step to adjust, and manage to save the ball again.

Wei Lai couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"Wow, that's really true!"

Snapped!
The ball landed, and the football king coach, standing on it, said coldly:
"Feel its weight and bounce, and you should be as familiar with it as you are with your own breathing!"

Wei Lai tried many times, but still couldn't find the trick or the feeling.

After a while, he drew a very small space and asked Wei to use any part of his body (except his hands) to control the ball.

He encouraged himself to make all sorts of impromptu, exaggerated movements.

"Yes! Stop with your butt! Why not? As long as the ball doesn't leave you, you're its owner!"

He would emphasize, 'This is not training, this is dance.'

Then play some lively tango music and have Wei Lai dribble the ball to the rhythm, varying the speed, pauses, and turns. This adds a unique fun element to the basic skills practice.

He might even join in, he'll pass the ball to Wei, juggle the ball, and do other kinds of coordination.

Clapping, turning around, kicking—everything is integrated with the rhythm.

When they work well together, he might even cheer and scream.

He wiggled his hips, swung his legs, and danced to the rhythm.

After a 'hot dance', Wei Lai was drenched in sweat.

"Can you feel it?" the football coach asked Wei Lai.

Wei Lai nodded vigorously and said excitedly, "It's a wonderful feeling, like my body has adapted to this rhythm. Many movements have become easy and natural. Even those challenging movements from before have become effortless under the rhythm."

Hahahaha!

The football coach laughed: "That's right. Ball feel is the foundation of all techniques, but it must be acquired through 'playing,' not 'practicing.' The close connection between the player and the ball is paramount!"

"Look into my eyes, not my feet!"

He demonstrated by navigating through dense obstacles while keeping his head up, observing his imagined teammates and opponents.

"If you only focus on the ball, you'll never see the opportunities and dangers. The ball is at your feet; trust it and use your peripheral vision to sense it!"

"Learn to deceive!"

He spends a lot of time teaching physical skills and movements.

It's not the standard way of cycling; it's about slouching, leaning to one side, and using deceptive eye contact.

“A small, genuine shake is more useful than a fancy feint. You want the defender to guess what you’re going to do, and then you do the opposite.”

He will teach shooting.

"You have to have 'desire' to shoot. When you see the goal, your eyes should be filled with greed. You're not just completing a technical move, you're ending an attack!"

boom!
Wei Lai kicked the football king's coach.

"You want to tickle me? Use your brain!" he scoffed, then encouraged her to continue.

"Can shoot from any position."

He stared into Wei Lai's eyes: "Opportunity won't wait for you to get into position. A true striker can put the ball in the net in any way!"

Finally, he stepped on the ball and laughed:
"Don't feel pressured by the game, learn to play football happily!"

Simulated lessons, Premier League matches.

Wei Lai was pulled down by Coach Ferguson.

"What are you doing?" Coach Ferguson asked, his face grim.

Wei Lai: "I'm happy!"

Coach Ferguson remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked Wei Lai hard in the buttocks.

"Happiness? You make me very unhappy!"

Bang bang bang!

"Happy? Or are you almost unhappy?"

Wei Lai, clutching his buttocks, quickly said:

"I'm unhappy! I'm unhappy! I'm really unhappy!"

Wei Lai turned his head and glared at his teammates, who were trying to suppress their laughter, and roared, "All of you, get the hell over there!"

Wei Lai turned around and begged for mercy.

"Show me some face, I'm the boss after all!"

Coach Ferguson: "Huh?"

January 17th, Dutch Cup Round of 1.

Amsterdam Sporting vs. Fast Boys!
This is a small team in the third tier of the Dutch league; I've never even heard of them.

Thanks to their outstanding performance in the previous rounds, they fought their way to the knockout stage and stood in front of Atlético Amsterdam.

Both sides were young, and as the game progressed, the rhythm of the match became somewhat chaotic.

Facing the Amsterdam Arena, the Fast Boys showed no fear or tension, only excitement and a desire to showcase themselves.

Meanwhile, the Amsterdam Atlético de Amsterdam, playing with a completely reserve squad, seemed to be being led by the opponent's pace.

"Ugh!"

Mr. Morton couldn't help but sigh.

The rhythm is all messed up!
The substitutes from Atlético Amsterdam were all eager to push forward, each displaying a strong desire to attack. Both sides were exchanging blows and trading attacks.

The Fast Boys, having fought their way through the preliminary rounds to reach the knockout stage, certainly have their own winning formula.

At this moment, the Amsterdam Athletic's midfield seemed to have lost its mind, being led around by the opposing team's number 10.

Old Master Morton turned to look at Musar and Wei Lai.

Someone needs to step in and sort out the rhythm.

"Wei! Go warm up!"

Wei Lai immediately stood up.

In the 55th minute, Atlético Amsterdam made a substitution.

The score on the field is 1:1.

"Morton finally couldn't stand the chaotic rhythm anymore and decided to put a brain in this team!"

Van Gaal said with a smile.

While Amsterdam Sport is undoubtedly stronger, these guys are charging around recklessly, their rhythm completely dictated by the opponent, their attacks are rushed, their defense is disorganized, and overall they seem disconnected.

Wei Lai stood on the sidelines, but the first to erupt in cheers weren't from the Amsterdam fans, but from the opposing team!

"Yes!" Van Nistelrooy, number 10 for the Fast Boys, exclaimed excitedly. "Guys, we did it! We forced Wei onto the court!"

"Well done, Fanny!"

Let's enjoy the game!

"Go! Go! We are the best!"

"Fanny! You're our genius! Let everyone see that you're no worse than Wei!"

Wei Lai ran onto the court wearing black gloves and thermal underwear.

He looked at the fast boy with a strange expression.

Why are these guys even happier when I'm on the field?
Wei Lai retorted, annoyed, "Who do you think you are?"

(End of this chapter)