Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 81 Flying Fist Shadows in the Torrential Rain (Please Add to Favorites)

"So, you provoked him first?"

Yang Fan nodded this time and said, "Then you deserved to be hit!"

Wei Lai rolled his eyes and got up from the ground.

At this point, the referee had already shown Hart his second yellow card, turning it into a red card and sending him off the field.

Before leaving the field, this guy kept turning his head and glaring fiercely at Wei Lai.

Yang Fan whispered, "Just say the word if you need a hand later. I've never beaten up a foreigner before!"

Wei Lai grinned; "Stop causing trouble and just finish the match already!"

Hart's sent-off almost sealed Mosktl's fate of losing the game.

After all, this tournament is being conducted strictly according to official competition rules, so a red card means playing with one less player, and the player cannot be replaced.

Already at a disadvantage, and now with their key attacking player sent off, Mosktl's morale has plummeted.

This was evident from the opposing coach's gloomy expression; he was clearly furious.

The referee also noticed that the atmosphere was too tense and warned both teams.

If another egregious foul occurs, their results will be disqualified.

Upon hearing this, the little lion on the green field immediately became well-behaved.

no way.

Moskter is at a disadvantage and may be eliminated.

But they do have a chance to advance to the finals!

"Everyone switch to defensive positions!"

Tong Xianfeng shouted.

For the rest of the time, all we need to do is hold onto the score.

The Green Lions are known for their excellent defense; in fact, it could be said that their defense was the best in this Spanish Invitational Tournament.

Therefore, for the rest of the time, they mostly stayed in their own half and wouldn't push forward to attack unless there was a good opportunity.

This situation continued for 90 minutes!

Finally, the match ended.

The Green Lions defeated Mosktl 2-0, officially advancing to the final of the Spanish Football Federation Youth International Invitational Tournament!
Wow!! The finals!

"We've advanced!!"

"Hahaha!! We won! We won!"

"We're awesome!!"

The young Lions players hugged each other, and even the foreign players jumped around happily.

Before the competition, their goal was at most the semi-finals, but this time they actually made it to the finals.

That was enough to excite them.

Some are happy while others are sad; Mosktl, on the other hand, is in a state of dejection.

Still not convinced?

Seeing the angry looks on Hart's and the others' faces, Lawrence couldn't help but shake his head.

Hart shouted angrily, "He provoked me!"

"And then?" Lawrence said coldly; "You knew he was provoking you, yet you still let him sway your mindset. Whose fault is that?"

"You think no one will provoke you in professional matches? They'll only go even further!"

"The first thing you need to learn is how to control your emotions. Put the promotion to U18 aside for now. Play in U15 for another year! When you can control your emotions, then we can talk about promotion again!"

Upon hearing this, Hart immediately hung his head in dejection.

Others might not have this say, but Lawrence is different.

"Everyone pack your bags, we're getting ready to go back!"

After saying that, Lawrence turned to look at the Green Lions. He had to admit that he was indeed quite interested in Wei Lai.

Hey! Lawrence!

The baseball cap coach suddenly ran over, holding his phone and looking flustered. "Something's happened!"

"What is it?" Lawrence asked, puzzled.

The baseball cap coach gritted his teeth and said, "The boss fainted during practice!"

Lawrence was completely stunned.

"The club wants you to go back immediately. Given the boss's current physical condition, it might be necessary to hand over the reins ahead of schedule!"

Lawrence was immediately flustered. He wasn't mentally prepared to take over the first team, but now he was being forced into it.

"I'll book my tickets and leave first. You take care of these little ones!" Lawrence said hurriedly, eager to get home.

Okay! Be careful on the road! Don't worry too much!

Lawrence immediately turned and left, took a taxi straight to the airport, and boarded the fastest flight back to England.

In the afternoon, the entire Green Lions team arrived at the competition venue again. This time, they came to observe their opponents in the final.

The final opponent will be either Atlético Barcelona or the Santuario youth academy.

The two sides are practically arch-rivals, from their clubs to their youth training programs.

Therefore, the atmosphere was already extremely tense even before the competition started.

Who do you think will win?

He Chaoyue looked at the court and asked Wei Lai.

Wei Lai shook his head; "I don't know, they are all very strong, it just depends on who performs better!"

"I'd rather not play against Atlético Barcelona. Playing against them is so frustrating; I'm always being outmaneuvered!" Yang Fan grinned.

Xiang Ming: "But Santuralio has a stronger impact; a single counter-attack could lead to a goal!"

Yang Fan patted Wei Lai on the shoulder: "It's okay, we have beast waists!"

Wei Lai grinned.

This guy seems more confident than I am!

"It's about to begin!"

Swish swish!
Raindrops began to fall from the sky, and soon the rain intensified.

However, the competition did not stop.

In the opening stages, Atletico Barcelona had a stronger grasp of the game, gradually taking control of the midfield with their short-passing, quick-play style.

However, as the rain intensified, the accuracy of passing began to decline, and the slippery field led to a significant increase in errors.

Meanwhile, Santuario's team clearly changed tactics faster to cope with the adverse weather conditions, launching a long-ball counter-attack.

They used the speed of their two wingers to constantly attack Atlético Barcelona.

"You reacted really quickly!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"It's dangerous!" Wei Lai suddenly exclaimed.

Others were a little confused.

At this moment, Santuario's number 8 suddenly pulled the ball back and turned, then poked the ball with his toe, directly sending it through the gap between the Barcelona center-back and full-back. The moment the ball went through, the left winger had already made his run into position.

"Holy crap! That ball!"

A surgical-like, straight-through pass!
However, just as winger Santuario was about to break into the penalty area, he was suddenly pushed by an opponent and slipped uncontrollably.

The referee immediately followed up, pointing to the penalty spot in the opponent's penalty area.

"Penalty!"

Yang Fan grinned; "I didn't expect Santuario to get a penalty, this is dangerous!"

However, the penalty decision clearly sparked a heated argument between the two coaching staffs.

What started as an argument quickly escalated into pushing and shoving.

"Are you going to start a fight?" Yang Fan asked, looking on with amusement.

Snapped! ! !
A very loud slap rang out.

Yang Fan, Wei Lai, He Chaoyue, and others stared wide-eyed.

They saw the Barcelona youth academy coach tilting his head, a red handprint gradually appearing on his right cheek.

"Kill those damn Madriders!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The Barcelona coach was still stunned when the other coaches rushed forward, tackled him to the ground, and then began to punch and kick him.

Santuario's coaching staff also got angry. Several of them tried to pull away the Atlético Barcelona coaches, but they couldn't hold them back or save their own head coach. So they all turned their attention to Atlético Barcelona's head coach.

Atletico Barcelona coaching staff brutally assaulted head coach Santuralio!
Santuralio's coaching staff angrily beat up the head coach of Atlético Barcelona!
The coaches were engaged in a passionate fight on the sidelines, with punches flying everywhere and water bags and plastic bottles being flung around.

The two youth academy players, who were stunned on the field, suddenly roared after a brief moment of confusion.

FC Barcelona youth academy captain: "Go! Defend the honor of FC Barcelona!"

Captain Santuario: "Vamas! Follow me!"

The referee watched as the situation spiraled out of control, unable to stop it from either the sidelines or the field.

no way!
He had no choice but to call the police!
Meanwhile, the Green Lions players stood dumbfounded outside the barriers in the rain, watching the two sides fiercely battling on the field.

Isn't it said that competitions abroad are very rigorous?

Isn't it said that foreign competitions are all very calm?

Wei Lai stared with his mouth agape, turning to look at Tong Xianfeng: "The finals... are there still matches?"

Tong Xianfeng gave a wry smile.

Wei Lai's face fell immediately, and he said dejectedly, "Can't you just let me play a good game in the final?"

(End of this chapter)