Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 287 Seeing
"Go and grab it!"

"Stop letting them pass the batons!"

"Rob them! Rob them!"

"Hey! You guys are too complacent, rush up and steal the ball!"

In the stands, the fans shouted loudly.

With 20 minutes remaining in the game, apart from one threatening shot at the start, Castellón was completely neutralized by Atlético Amsterdam's midfield.

Amsterdam Athletic, with their fluid passing, constantly created space, almost like walking a dog.

Gellélé looked tense, his eyes fixed on the Amsterdam Atlético 25 player in front of him.

I can't reach it!
You can't even touch it!
Every time he pushes forward, he sends the ball out and uses the space created by his forward movement to penetrate through the middle.

This has led to a very difficult situation for Geller.

He wanted to restrict Wei Lai's passing, but he couldn't leave his position.

Once he pushes forward, this area loses its protection.

Furthermore, even if he pushes forward, he can't touch anyone, let alone the ball.

boom!
The ball was passed to Wei Lai, and Gailey immediately called for a strike.

"Trokui! Cover me!"

Troker immediately rushed towards Wei Lai, but just as he was about to get close, Wei Lai seemed to have anticipated this, and with a sidestep, he passed the ball directly to Wei Lai.

After passing the ball, Wei Lai turned to look at Troker, then at Gailey who was in position.

"Want to control the area?" Wei Lai scoffed. "Dream on!"

Wei Lai turned around, folded his arms, and made a forward-pressing gesture.

'Get him!'

Since your sharpest point in the diamond midfield has retreated, then we won't hold back.

"Athletic Amsterdam is pushing forward; is Castellón's defense about to sound the alarm?"

Amsterdam Athletic used fluid passing to keep closing in.

They gradually eroded the rhythm, compressing Castellón's space step by step.

That's right!

Castellón is a team in one of the top five European leagues.

However, when it comes to Champions League experience, Sporting Amsterdam is clearly superior.

Moreover, Musar in their lineup is like a pillar of strength.

Musar's control over the pace of the game is unmatched by most players.

He will pass the ball to Wei Lai at the appropriate time.

This wasn't because Wei Lai was well-positioned or could launch an attack directly, but rather as a warning.

Whenever Castellón was about to make a move, he would use this method to tell Castellón's midfield line to behave.

Musar's pass felt like a gentle, subtle touch.

Like a needle, the repeated pricks may not cause intense pain, but they are enough to instill fear in the opponent. By the time they realize what's happening, their defenses are already riddled with holes.

Of course, to the fans, all of this appears to be centered around Wei Lai, presenting one passing route after another.

"Why aren't they going to rob it?" Payne asked, looking at the court in confusion.

Gailley stood rooted to the spot, circling around the area without making any attempt to steal the ball.

"Such a quick decision!" Casso stared intently at Wei Lai, incredulous. "Is he really the same age as us?"

Facing a group of experienced and technically skilled professional players.

Wei Lai continued to pass the ball accurately, his movements were fluid, and he showed no signs of panic.

He also consistently connected the midfield and attack, effectively serving as a passing hub.

All of this stems from that ability to make quick decisions.

Zhang Yuan couldn't utter a word; his pupils were trembling.

Only on the field can you see such multifaceted details.

This is a sense of awe that broadcast footage and highlights cannot provide.

What exactly happened to Wei Lai in those two years?
Wei Lai today is completely different from the player he was during the U17 World Cup.

The technology has become more advanced, the decision-making speed is faster, and the overall progress is simply remarkable.

Wei Lai had already left them so far behind that they couldn't even see his taillights anymore.

During the Chinese New Year, this group of players even got together for a special meal.

At the time, they also discussed Wei Lai's current abilities.

The final conclusion is that 'Wei Lai is very strong'.

But they don't know exactly how strong it is.

Now, Zhang Yuan is even more confused.

Because he simply couldn't understand Wei Lai's intentions. Every pass and every run seemed full of surprises, yet perfectly reasonable.

Amsterdam Athletic played at a fast pace, and Wei Lai navigated it with ease.

Zhang Yuan had tried to digest it, but even when Amsterdam Sport deliberately slowed down the pace, he felt he couldn't keep up, let alone after the sudden acceleration.

boom!
Reyesa made a challenge with an opposing player while passing the ball, which resulted in a lack of power in the pass.

"Wei! Cover!"

Reyes roared.

Wei Lai immediately started running and rushed towards the ball.

Gail's eyes widened, and he instantly accelerated, charging forward like a cheetah.

He wasn't going to let the hard-won mistake go to waste.

As Wei Lai rushed toward the ball, he turned and glanced at Gailey.

"So fast!"

This guy charged at me like a black panther.

How to do?
Wei Lai constructed a virtual layout of the court in his mind. Through previous observations, he had basically scanned the positions of his opponents and teammates.

With Gelleri taking the initiative, where will new openings emerge?

middle!

Wei Lai frowned.

Guillermo del Toro is very fast. If he stops the ball and then adjusts his passing, he will inevitably have his passing lane blocked.

"Learn to play football freely!"

Wei Lai was the first to reach the landing point, but he did not turn around. The moment his left foot touched the ground, he used the instep of his foot to lift the ball up.

In the brief moment the ball was airborne, Wei Lai gritted his teeth and suddenly rammed to the side.

"Resist!"

boom!
Wei Lai and Gellery clashed violently.

However, Wei Lai's efforts in strength training during this period have paid off, and he did not lose his balance when he actively exerted force.

Caught off guard, Gellert was pressed against the chest, let out a muffled groan, and took two steps back.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wei Lai raised his right leg, folded it outward, and slammed his heel into the falling ball.

"Wei! Backheel flick!"

Wei Lai didn't have time to observe, but he understood that according to the tactical movement, someone would inevitably fill that position.

As Wei Lai turned his head to look, Musar suddenly stretched out his foot to stop the ball, but due to the large split, he slipped.

"This has become a huge rumor!"

Wei Lai grinned, but it didn't matter.

The ball has been delivered to the most dangerous position.

Musar controlled the ball, and there were no defenders around him.

He began to accelerate and dribble forward, charging all the way towards the penalty area.

Musar kept his eyes on the opposing players' movements and their distance from Felix.

The right center-back maintained a tight defensive stance, but the left center-back was already itching to make a move.

Musar began to focus on the left center-back's feet.

The moment the left center-back turned by pushing off with his left foot, Musar aimed at the side of the opponent's supporting foot and passed the ball to him.

"Damn it!"

Lamise watched helplessly as the ball slipped past him from the side, but he was powerless to stop it.

The ball was aimed at his supporting foot, and his entire body weight was pressed down there, making him unable to move.

He stood like a pole, watching the ball pass through him.

“Flütt!” Ramise roared.

He can only hope that his teammates can contain Felix.

Unfortunately, Felix had already braced himself against Follett with his arm, completed his forward run, and unleashed a powerful right-footed shot.

Swish!
The ball, at a tight angle, slipped past the goalkeeper's side and into the net.

At 35 minutes, Atlético Amsterdam scored the first goal.

“Goooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaal!!”

"Juan Felix received a through ball from Musar and gave his team the lead!" "A mistake led to a goal; when everyone thought they might be caught on the counter-attack, Wei turned the danger into an opportunity!"

"Let's take another look at this imaginative heel flick!"

"Reyessa's passing error forced Wei to run over to receive the ball, and this mistake also gave Gay a chance to intercept. But Wei's handling was too imaginative. He first lifted the ball up, his whole body facing the right sideline. In this position, he couldn't see his teammates moving behind him at all. We all thought he would pass the ball to Robinson, and even Gay thought so. This can be seen from the route he took when he ran."

"But it was this small detail that determined a crucial confrontation. In that position, Gailey was unable to exert force, while Wei took the initiative to exert force and seek confrontation. He won the confrontation and at the same time used his heel to flick the ball to Mussar behind him!"

"Musar received the ball and continued his advance, delivering a perfectly timed through ball that pierced Castellón's defense, allowing Felix to score!"

"Another goal like that! Atletico Amsterdam always manages to find a chance in the chaos and turn it into a goal!"

"In the second half of the season, Wei moved to the position of central midfielder, and he brought a new dimension to Amsterdam's game in that position."

Dutch commentator Van Gaal exclaimed, "That's fantastic!"

Once the goal was scored, Amsterdam's momentum was like a torrent, unstoppable.

In the 41st minute, Wei Lai took a corner kick, and Amsterdam continued their tactic of attacking the goalkeeper. Konrad Lechmann pounced on the loose ball at the near post, almost creating a goal.

In the 53rd minute, Wei Lai capitalized on a misplaced pass by Gailey in the attacking third, directly passing the ball to Konrad Lehmann, who swept the ball across the face of goal, where Felix burst forward and slotted it home with the instep of his foot.

Amsterdam Serie A 2-0 Castellón.

In the 67th minute, Castellion made another mistake, but this one was even more fatal. The center-back and the full-back failed to communicate well, resulting in the pass being intercepted by Konrad Lehmann, who suddenly changed direction to create space and curled a right-footed shot into the net.

Amsterdam Serie A 3-0 Castellón.

In the 88th minute, Atlético Amsterdam won a free kick in a very good position in the attacking third.

Wei Lai takes the set piece.

A perfect free kick sealed the victory, scoring another goal.

Amsterdam Serie A 4-0 Castellón.

The latter were completely stunned. Facing a red-hot Amsterdam team, they had no idea how to set up their defense.

However, Atlético Amsterdam quickly made a substitution.

With Wei Lai and Konrad Lehmann off the field, the whole team switched to defensive mode.

The silent Ship Arena, the flagpole leaning askew at the edge of the stands, the flags drooping listlessly, mirroring the bitter expressions on the faces of the Castellón fans.

They conceded four goals at home in the Europa League semi-final!
This was a near-humiliating match!

"Let's go!"

Zhang Yuan patted Payne on the shoulder; Payne's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he had suffered a great shock.

In his view, the incredibly awesome Gailey was running around in a mess the whole game, and he was practically being played like a monkey by Atlético Amsterdam.

Zhang Yuan also turned to look at Wei Lai on the bench and couldn't help but sigh.

Villarreal's youth academy at night.

Zhang Yuan walked alone on the deserted path. He found a step to sit on, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Zhang Yuan?"

The call connected, and Xiang Ming's cheerful voice rang out.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yuan's voice was somewhat low.

Xiang Ming also sensed something was amiss.

"What's going on here?"

Zhang Yuan looked up at the night sky and sighed; "I'm devastated!"

"Because of Lao Wei?" Xiang Ming grinned. "Lao He told me not to watch Lao Wei's live matches."

"Yes, He Chaoyue is right. It's best not to watch it; it's easy to get discouraged!"

Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Xiang Ming, I have a question for you."

"what?"

"Is the game you saw the same as the game I saw?"

Xiang Ming: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yuan's voice was low and somber: "What you see is space, passing routes. What I see is a blur! I have to think about every step I take, while you... you seem to know it innately!"

Xiang Ming did not respond immediately. He remained silent for a while, then suddenly said:

"In the last game, my mistake led to a goal being conceded!"

Zhang Yuan: "I've seen it, and everyone says it's just a fluctuation in performance!"

Xiang Ming said bitterly, "That wasn't a fluctuation in form; it was the first time I truly 'saw' the court."

"Suddenly, I saw everything—the opposing defenders' center of gravity, the goalkeeper's positioning, the expressions of the fans in the stands. This information flooded in like a torrent, and I was completely paralyzed. It felt like you've been practicing swimming for ten years, and suddenly someone throws you into the ocean."

Zhang Yuan frowned: "So, have you overcome it?"

“It’s not about overcoming!” Xiang Ming shook his head; “It’s about learning to coexist. You guys say I’m a genius, but that was the first time I saw that scene. But you have to understand, Old Wei could see these things before, and he organized them perfectly.”

"On this grassland, everyone sees a different view. We all have various shortcomings and limitations, which is why we have a team!"

"Now I can't see again, but I know that darkness will come and go!"

Zhang Yuan: "So... I'll never catch up with you guys, is that right?"

Xiang Ming: "You don't need to catch up with anyone, you just need to find your own version of 'seeing'."

Xiang Ming continued;

“My coach in Liège told me that everyone has moments of self-doubt, which may be the beginning of our true growth. What you call a genius may have an easy start, but the football field will eventually reward those who persist in finding their own way of ‘seeing’.”

"He once said that everyone has their own time zone, and on the path of football, there is never anyone who falls behind, nor is anyone who walks alone!"

Toot toot! !

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yuan gazed at the sky and murmured softly.

Does my own 'seeing,' my own 'time zone,' truly exist?

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

"Idiot! Your outward movement is too small. Are you waiting for your opponent to spread their legs and for you to groin them?"

The football king coach used the instep of his foot to flick the ball and took large strides.

"The outbound transfer range needs to be large!"

He suddenly flicked the ball sideways with the instep, but due to his superb ball control and agility, the ball seemed to be glued to his foot.

"Be decisive with kickbacks! That's how you get rid of the bull's tail!"

Wei Lai immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"I can't do it. If I pass it to you, I can't dunk it back. Even if I force it back, the ball will slip out of my control."

Wei Lai had seen Xiang Ming do this movement before; it was fluid and graceful.

At the time, Wei Lai tried, but couldn't do it at all.

And now, it's still impossible.

"Then practice! Practice coordination and combination!" the football coach glared.

Wei Lai: "Why do I have to practice this move?"

The football coach said: "Continuous touches with one foot are the essence of short-range breakthroughs and getting rid of opponents. If you can't do that, you'll never be able to break through effectively."

Wei Lai: "I'll practice!"

The football coach threw the ball over.

"Run around the field with the ball, dribble it with both feet, and carefully feel the sensation when you dribble it."

Wei Lai: "Is it just a feeling again?"

The football coach nodded vigorously.

"It contains everything!"

In the first leg of the Europa League semi-final, Atlético Amsterdam defeated Castellón 4-0, and the match became a hot topic in Europe.

Felix scored twice in this match, and his form is steadily improving this season.

Although there is still a big gap compared to his peak, his fans look forward to the return of the Holy Infant.

Castellón is now in an extremely difficult situation.

They reached the Europa League semi-finals, but lost by a large margin in the first round at home.

This is a problem that is difficult for them to accept.

But an even more pressing question remains.

That is the question of choosing between the league and the Europa League.

Castellón is currently plagued by injuries, and their midfield is almost paralyzed, which is why they lost by a large margin.

If Horlein had been on the field, they wouldn't have played like this.

Their current situation is simply not capable of supporting a two-front war.

Europa League or the league!

This requires making choices!
Can a desperate gamble in the Europa League bring a Europa League title?

The existence of the Europa League inevitably influences the league.

They are currently in the 'Europa League zone' in the league standings; if they drop one place, they will have to play in the Europa League playoffs.

They don't aspire to the Champions League, but they should at least have some European competition in the new season!

Although it doesn't have the same level of attention and revenue growth as the Champions League, it's better than nothing.

But they just suffered a crushing defeat at home, and now they're in a dilemma because they'd be too proud to give up.

(End of this chapter)