Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 279 Wings of Youth
A biting wind swept through the Amstel River Stadium, but there was no chill in the air, only bursts of thunderous shouts.

With each attack by Amsterdam Athletic, the stands erupted in a frenzy of cheers and shouts.

boom!
Wei Lai unleashed a powerful, curved kick, turning the tide and launching a swift counter-attack!
"Stop him!"

Milan defender Maklikov roared as he sprinted toward the sideline, calling for his teammates to support him.

Konrad Lechmann jumped on the wing, arched his foot, and deftly controlled the ball. As he landed, he feigned a forward breakthrough, making a deceptive move.

But Maklikov dared not gamble.

They are already down by one goal, and they cannot afford to be overtaken by Konrad Lechmann's strong attacks.

boom!
A clash of muscles!

Like a roaring lion, Maklikov pounced fiercely, knocking Lehmann to the ground.

“Ugh!——”

Lehman rolled twice on the ground in agony, eventually rolling right out of bounds.

Shh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The stadium erupted in boos as Amsterdam fans protested with loud boos.

The red and white youth stands were like a giant cauldron exploding with heat.

"You bastard! You butcher!"

"That's a terrible foul!"

"Red card! Red card!"

The players from both sides clashed and shoved each other.

Arguments, insults, and explanations filled the air. At this moment, things became somewhat chaotic.

Beep!
A sharp whistle shattered everything.

The referee blew his whistle and ran over, even blowing it a few more times.

Beep beep beep! !

The continuous whistles temporarily eased the tension.

"Raphael! I'm rooting for you!"

Musar pointed at Raphael with his finger, his eyes filled with anger.

Raphael did not back down in the slightest.

"We don't need you to teach us how to play football!"

With two midfield maestros stepping up, the others also looked eager to try.

The conflict was only eased when the referee forcibly separated the two.

Konrad Lechmann also got up from the ground, pulled his socks back up, and returned to the field.

The referee gave Maklikov a yellow card and awarded Atlético Amsterdam a free kick just outside the left side of the penalty area.

"Punish them properly!"

Konrad Lechmann threw the ball to Wei Lai, then ran towards the penalty area.

Wei Lai put the ball down and took a deep breath.

He could see the intense battles inside the penalty area.

The players from Amsterdam and Milan FC jostled for position, their arms tangled, their muscles bulging.

Every move is a miniature contest of strength.

Felix's jersey was pulled and shoved, causing him to violently push his opponent.

The latter, not to be outdone, charged forward again in an even more intense confrontation.

One corner kick, and the referee blew his whistle several times.

"I'm warning you! Calm down!" The referee called the two captains over and said coldly, "Play smarter, and remember, I won't hesitate to issue red cards!"

One sentence silenced both captains.

They knew that once the referee said those words, it meant the game could get out of control at any moment, and he would send the troublesome guy off the field with a red card.

Raphael and Hendrick began to calm and persuade their teammates, and the conflicts indeed decreased significantly.

Wei Lai was also prepared to take the free throw.

The players from Atlético Amsterdam all gathered on the right side of the penalty area, while the players from FC Milan stood in a row on the goal line, like a wall.

Milan are well aware that Atlético Amsterdam's set pieces are threatening, and that they love to attack the goalkeeper.

Wei Lai's gaze shifted, eventually locking onto the position at the back post.

Raise your right arm and make a 'three' gesture.

The teammates understood immediately.

"Wei Lai will take the set piece again. Will they succeed this time and extend their lead?"

boom!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Lai swung his left arm and slammed it towards the ball.

The ball spun inwards and flew towards Milan's penalty area.

At the same time, Amsterdam's players rushed into the penalty area, shoving and interfering with the goalkeeper while battling with the defenders.

"Damn it!"

The Milan goalkeeper cursed under his breath; his view was completely blocked, a chaotic mess, and he couldn't see anything.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the Milan goalkeeper immediately moved towards the far post.

But the next second, he saw the ball fly sideways across the penalty area and head it into the middle.

"Kakabania, you've pushed up to the middle!"

boom!
Hendrick leaped from the ground; he didn't jump very high, but it was enough.

Despite being hampered by his opponent's interference, he still managed to head the ball with his neck stiffened.

The ball deflects and follows a parabolic trajectory toward the goal.

Snapped!
The ball was slapped by a pair of large hands and hit the goalpost, bouncing out of the penalty area.

"My God! Michel Cage made a brilliant save, clearing the ball off the line! Milan, no! The crisis isn't over yet!"

The camera shifts, and Wei Lai's figure suddenly appears.

He was just outside the penalty area, taking small, quick steps to adjust himself, his eyes fixed on the ball, roaring loudly.

"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"

Wei Lai's eyes were fixed on the ball. The moment the ball bounced off the ground, his left foot lashed down like a whip.

"Hold him down!" Wei Lai gritted his teeth. "Let's go!"

The ball, like a cannonball, flew through the gaps in the crowd, tracing a straight line.

During the incident, Konrad Lehmann cleverly dodged.

By the time he turned his head, the ball had already hit the net and bounced high up.

"Hey!!!!!!!--"

Conrad Lehmann turned around excitedly, raising his arms as he rushed toward Wei Lai.

But the latter had already turned his head and rushed towards the corner flag.

"Wei! Wei! Wei!!"

Dutch commentator Van Gaal cheered loudly.

"Goal!!!!!!!!!"

"36 minutes! A long-range shot from outside the penalty area finds the net! This powerful shot flew straight through the crowd!"

"Michel Cage hasn't even gotten up from the ground yet, and Milan has absolutely no way to deal with this long-range shot!"

"Sporting Amsterdam leads Milan FC 2-0 at home!"

Wei Lai rushed to the corner flag, leaped high towards the die-hard fans' stand, and roared as he clenched his fists in mid-air.

Whoosh!!!

He was met with even louder cheers.

Everyone was opening their arms to Wei Lai, as if embracing him from afar, their faces flushed, cheering and shouting continuously.

As Wei Lai defends the dignity of this stadium with his outstanding performance, the stadium will respond to him in an even more enthusiastic manner.

"Oh my god! Wei! Wei!"

"God! He's absolutely amazing!"

"He single-handedly created two goals! He single-handedly created two goals!"

"I thought Lehmann would be the main character in this match, but so far, Wei has been controlling the pace of the game; he has become the 'director' of this match!"

"He's on fire! I feel like Wei Jianzhi is invincible right now!"

"Oh my God! Is he really that strong? I'm getting goosebumps!"

"Who cares! Cheer! For our genius!"

Whoosh!!!

Amidst another surge of thunderous cheers, the Amsterdam players huddled together.

On the coach's bench, Pescho excitedly pumped his fist.

"They've got it! They've got it!" He turned to Morton: "They've got it! This is the kind of game we want!"

Mr. Morton nodded slightly and slowly exhaled.

No matter how excellent the tactical arrangements are, it is the players who execute them.

The players are the core of the tactics, and their performance is crucial.

They executed the coaching staff's tactics perfectly and scored two goals.

Mr. Morton looked at Wei Lai: "You're in really good shape!"

Although it is known that this state cannot last long, after all, Wei Lai has not yet reached his peak, these occasional flashes and bursts are enough to witness what kind of ability this guy will unleash when he reaches his peak.

Moreover, Wei Lai is currently growing at an astonishing rate.

Wei Lai truly deserves the title of "a promising future"!

Ha~ha~ha~
The Milan FC players were somewhat bewildered.

Not only did they fail to execute their tactics, they were also overwhelmed by Amsterdam's attack.

Serie A's prized chain defense has been breached twice in a row.

One of them was a Marseille turn full of 'spirituality' that ignited the attack.

Another instance was a goal scored from a set piece.

They were unable to react to either of these attacks.

"First, stabilize the situation!"

Rafael frowned; "Let's wait for the halftime break to ease the tension!"

Now, they can only pin their hopes on a midfield adjustment.

Two goals conceded put them at a huge disadvantage in the first round of the knockout stage. Despite playing away from home, the course of the match was quite unexpected.

"Keep a close eye on number 25!" Milan coach Conca said gravely.

He knew that the root of all this was that young Chinese midfielder.

This guy disrupted the rhythm of the game, making it extremely difficult for them to play.

The Milan players couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when the halftime whistle blew.

This damn game can finally be suspended for a while, and now they desperately need to make adjustments.

After the first half, Atlético Amsterdam leads FC Milan 2-0.

"Invincible!"

Wei Lai walked into the locker room, raised his arm forcefully, and shouted.

Even now, he feels he's in excellent form and can continue to perform well in the second half.

However, old man Morton came over and pressed down on Wei Lai's shoulder.

"In the second half, when you have the ball in the attacking third and sense danger, you immediately pass it back."

Mr. Morton's words stunned Wei Lai.

"Why? I'm in great shape."

Old man Morton patted Wei Lai's head: "Then continue with it, don't use it all at once. Milan will impose some specific tactical restrictions on you in the second half! Are you sure you can handle it?"

Wei Lai pursed his lips.

Despite wanting to say "yes," the reality is that he's been locked into the opponent's tactics, and he might really suffer a setback.

"You haven't reached your peak yet, so it's normal for your performance to fluctuate. You're in good form right now, so enjoy it. Once you're locked into the opponent's tactics, that feeling will disappear in an instant, so save your energy."

After saying that, old man Morton looked at Conrad Lehmann: "Have you rested enough?"

Konrad Lehmann grinned and gave a thumbs-up; "Full condition!"

Thanks to the outstanding performances of teammates such as Wei Lai and Diego Ruma in the first half, Lehmann actually got a lot of rest time, which has resulted in his physical fitness and overall condition being in a very good range.

"Then it's time to get to work!" Old Master Morton nodded: "In the second half, drop back more and use your individual skills to break through."

Old Master Morton patted Wei Lai on the head; "He will be like a lighthouse, helping you to attract those troublesome guys."

Wei Lai blinked; "Am I bait?"

"What do you think?" Old Master Morton chuckled. "Your performance in the first half gave them a lot of trouble. Now, you're in their half, and you don't have to do anything to draw a defender's attention. So, you know what to do, right?"

Wei Lai pointed at Conrad Lehmann.

Stay far away from him!

Lehman laughed and said, "Smart!"

In the second half, the two sides switched sides and started playing.

At the start of the match, Milan launched a surprise attack, nearly breaching the Amsterdam goal with a lobbed pass from Rafael that changed the pace of the game.

Unfortunately, Portugal's rising star Leo lacked the accuracy to score.

"Leo! You've wasted another opportunity!"

The Italian commentator clutched his head, at that moment he missed the Argentine star Simeone terribly.

If it were Simeone, they would have scored at least two goals, putting them at least in a draw.

Simeone won't waste that opportunity.

Leo angrily pounded the ground, deeply dissatisfied with his performance.

no way!
Compare prices!

In this match, the two rising stars are himself and Wei Lai.

Moreover, he was a year older than Wei Lai, but compared to Wei Lai's performance, he could only describe it as terrible.

The more this happened, the more anxious he became.

The more anxious you are, the less calm you become.

During Amsterdam Athletic's attack, Wei Lai had already moved to the opponent's right flank to receive the pass.

As soon as he made a move to receive the ball, someone immediately closed in from behind, while Adria, the defensive midfielder on his side, was also roaming around him.

"Tactical lock-on!"

Wei Lai immediately understood.

But old man Morton had already made arrangements.

"Give me!"

Wei Lai immediately moved towards the wing, further widening the distance between the two defensive midfielders.

Adria hesitated for a moment, but still followed a few steps.

But these few steps are enough.

boom!
With the space created in the middle, Musar used a low shot to find Konrad Lehmann, who was making a lateral run and was positioned at the very front of the midfield line.

The key point is that there are no defenders around him, so he can turn around and face the back line directly.

"Damn it!"

Milan coach Conca's eyes widened, and he abruptly turned his head, glaring angrily at Morton.

"Old fox!"

This was a setup!
Morton had already guessed that he would be tactically targeting Wei, so he used Wei as bait to free up Conrad Lehmann.

"Oh! Musar's penetrating through ball found Lehmann, who turned and launched an immediate attack!"

Konrad Lechmann launched a fierce attack on Milan's defense, while Diego Ruuma and João Félix pressed the backline to prevent him from interfering.

We're back to that question again!

On or off?
"on!"

Tosmoli pressed forward again.

There was no other way; if they continued to retreat, they would soon be within Konrad Lehmann's firing range.

Faced with the opponent's lunge, Lehmann slightly turned his body and gently deflected to the side.

"I am coming!"

Wei Lai rushed over and unleashed a powerful shot at the ball.

boom!
A high shot sent the ball flying over the crossbar and into the stands.

Wei Lai: "."

Conrad Lehmann spread his hands in astonishment.

'What are you doing?'

Wei Lai scratched his head awkwardly; "I panicked! Mine! Mine! I couldn't hold it down!"

Wei Lai immediately retreated, and Musar took the initiative to come over.

"Having the desire to shoot is a good thing, but you also need to analyze things calmly. Lehmann passed you the ball so that you could make a through pass; you should understand that."

Wei Lai grinned; "I got a little carried away, felt confident, and gave it a try."

Musar smiled and said, "It's alright, don't blame yourself, but stay calm!"

Wei Lai immediately nodded.

I really enjoyed the game, and it really made me feel a bit overwhelmed.

But this shot also made it clear to Wei Lai that he wasn't the finisher.

call!
"calm!"

Wei Lai let out a long breath and reminded himself of something.

Some games are lost because of carelessness!
He can't keep living like this!
In the knockout stage, every victory is incredibly valuable.

In the 65th minute, Milan FC couldn't resist taking the initiative and made a substitution.

We have no choice but to make a change. Facing Konrad Lehmann's solo breakthroughs, and with Wei Lai pulling back on the flanks, there really aren't many good solutions.

They can only commit defensive resources to the midfield.

This tactical change stabilized Milan's defense and also stimulated some of their attacking capabilities.

It was another crucial long pass from Rafael in the midfield area.

The long pass was perfectly timed, landing right behind Lent.

Leo quickly moved forward, taking advantage of Lent's mistake in turning and hooking the ball, he took the opportunity to push the ball forward and directly entered the penalty area.

"Danger!"

boom!
Leo seized the opportunity this time, helping Milan FC pull one back.

But this goal cannot resolve the fundamental issue.

"Hahaha!"

Raphael was panting heavily, and he had to stop every now and then to brace himself on his knees and catch his breath, all of which indicated that his physical strength was about to run out.

"It's time to change the player!"

Rafael knew that staying on the field wouldn't make much of a difference.

Once this attack ends and the game enters a dead ball phase, they will make substitutions.

Milan's coaching staff is also making adjustments, selecting a substitute to replace Rafael.

"before that."

Rafael turned his head to the side, and while everyone was immersed in the joy of winning back a goal, there was a guy who was making a move.

boom!
Wei Lai and Raphael collided violently.

Raphael was more muscular, but Wei Lai had more energy and a faster recovery speed.

Wei Lai pulled the ball to his feet.

"Kid!"

Raphael frowned sharply. If Wei Lai were to break through this defensive line, Amsterdam would have another threatening attack.

“I’ll teach you a lesson!” Raphael stared intently at Wei Lai.

"Dreams are certainly inspiring, but reality is cruel!"

He reached out and grabbed Wei Lai's jersey, but the next second, Wei Lai lowered his head, pushed off the ground, and sprinted away.

"Secondary acceleration?!—"

Raphael's outstretched hand grasped at nothing.

He looked at Wei Lai's rapidly sprinting back and wanted to chase after him, but his groaning legs told him to stop.

He gritted his teeth and tried to move, but he just couldn't muster the strength or the explosive power he used to have.

“Ugh!——”

Run!
thump!
Raphael fell down in a sorry state, looking up at the scene with resentment.

The boy's dashing figure seemed to sprout wings of youth, sweeping across the field amidst the swirling grass clippings.

(End of this chapter)