Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 103 Acquaintances (Please add to your favorites)

Simulated space, Premier League stadium.

boom!
Wei Lai controlled the ball with his chest, didn't look up, and directly passed it with the instep of his foot.

After making the pass, he immediately ran to the left to receive the pass again.

"This way!"

As the ball rolled toward him, Wei Lai heard the sound of hurried footsteps beside him.

The sound of these footsteps was like the drumbeats of death, each beat resonating with one's own heartbeat.

But Wei Lai remained absolutely focused. Just as the opponent was about to get close, he suddenly flicked his ankle, twisted his body backward, pretended to pass back, and then suddenly stepped on the ball and pulled back to get rid of him.

boom!
Wei Lai passed the ball to his teammate again and then continued running to the next receiving point.

For a full six months, Wei Lai spent almost every day at the English Premier League stadium.

At first, it was difficult to maintain even a few minutes, but now I can do it smoothly.

Of course, I can't do positive and proactive work, but at least I can keep up with this pace.

With at least two hours of Premier League training every day, even a pig could find some tricks.

However, this is limited to playing with the team and becoming a link in the passing sequence.

But once he's faced with a one-on-one situation or surrounded, Wei Lai is completely helpless.

"Take it out!"

His teammates were yelling, and Wei Lai was sweating profusely as he stomped on the ball.

Even though he tried his best to get the ball out, he was still pushed down by the opponent and ultimately lost possession of the ball.

Wei Lai lay on the ground, grinning, and turned to look at the time.

It's time to be yelled at!

Sure enough, a roar immediately followed.

"Get up! You lost the ball, go get it back yourself!"

Ugh?
Wei Lai was taken aback.

But he still scrambled to his feet and immediately ran back at full speed.

But the pace of the Premier League is fast, and before he could even get up and charge forward, the ball had already gone into the goal.

"Get down here!—"

The hair dryer coach's angry roar rang out again.

Wei Lai, panting heavily, walked off the court step by step.

Why didn't they chase back after losing possession?

The hair dryer coach seemed to be brewing a huge rage.

Wei Lai swallowed hard, unable to utter a single word.

"You think this is a mock match? You think I'll substitute you?" Coach Hairdryer reached out and poked Wei Lai's left chest hard. "If you don't take this match seriously, you won't improve at all. You have no idea what the Red Devils spirit is!"

Wei Lai opened his mouth, then lowered his head and said, "I was wrong!"

"Go back and practice more! I believe in punishment more than admitting mistakes!"

The hair dryer coach snorted coldly.

Wei Lai walked to the bench, plopped down, and gasped for breath.

In such a fast-paced and high-intensity competition, given Wei Lai's many shortcomings, he could only exert all his strength to run.

Use running to make up for your shortcomings!

After conceding the goal, Wei Lai thought he would be substituted, so he lay on the ground.

But in another sense, this might be a subconscious desire to slack off?

Wei Lai clenched his fists.

Coach Hair Dryer is right. If you don't take the game seriously, you won't make any progress.

On November 14th, the 2009 National Youth Team gathered in the tactics room of the Youth Stadium.

Xue Guohao will explain the tactics and strategies for the next game.

"The characteristic of this Australian U17 team is the combination of wing and central play. The wingers use speed and skill to break through, while the central players make appropriate forward runs or make runs into the box."

"At the same time, their corner kicks and set-piece tactics are also very threatening, and their heading ability is something we need to be wary of!"

A black man with dreadlocks appeared on the big screen. "He looks like Millennium!" Yang Fan exclaimed.

Millennium turned her head: "They're just dreadlocks, I'm not that dark-skinned."

Xue Guohao coughed, and everyone immediately fell silent.

"Lahm Basto! Australia's number 10 central midfielder, scored a hat-trick in just 20 minutes in the match against Saudi Arabia a month ago!"

"Barstow is a key player in the Australian U17 national team, and he will also play in this invitational tournament!"

Wei Lai looked at this guy and the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed.

"This looks so familiar!"

Wei Lai tilted his head, trying hard to recall.

Yang Fan, who was standing nearby, reminded him, "That time in Spain, the number 10 from the Liege youth training team, the one you bumped into like a yo-yo, that guy didn't have dreadlocks back then!"

Wei Lai suddenly realized; he remembered.

There really is such a guy; he's very fast and his skills are quite good.

To stop this guy, Wei Lai even committed a foul once and received a yellow card.

"You kicked it?" Millennium leaned closer and asked.

Yang Fan nodded; "We played against Spain that time."

After saying that, he pointed at Wei Lai; "He pinned him down to death!"

Xue Guohao glanced at Wei Lai and said, "Wei Lai, keep an eye on this guy and try not to let him get the ball comfortably!"

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "Okay!"

Yang Fan laughed, "This guy's going to turn into a yo-yo again!"

Xue Guohao then reminded some key players to be marked, and after adding some tactical details, he announced the team's disbandment.

After the players left, Xue Guohao couldn't help but grin and say, "They were too lax; they weren't tense at all!"

Assistant coach Liu Guowei laughed and said, "I actually think it's a good thing."

"A good thing?"

Liu Guowei: "Didn't you see their expressions? They weren't intimidated at all! In the past, when we had tactical meetings, every single one of them was extremely serious, and some players even couldn't hold back their nervous expressions."

"Look at these little guys, they don't seem to think the other side is that strong at all."

After saying that, he shrugged and said, "These kids have all played against the youth teams of those elite clubs since they were young, and they've fought their way up from there."

"Torino, Mosktl, Porto – they've played in Serie A, the Premier League, La Liga, every single one of them. They don't care about what you're saying."

"How strong can he be? Can he be stronger than those top-tier youth academy trainees?"

Xue Guohao was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but rub his forehead and say, "I really feel like I need to change my approach to leading the team!"

“That’s right!” Liu Guowei: “These kids won’t be intimidated or afraid. Instead of telling them how strong the other side is, which would increase their tension, it’s better to tell them how strong we are, which would boost their confidence! I feel that this is more suitable for this national youth team!”

"Can it be done?"

"Let's try it!"

The following day, on the bus heading to Xianghe Sports City.

Xue Guohao stood at the very front, holding up two fingers with a serious expression.

"Today's task is to press high throughout the first half and suppress the opponent as much as possible. If we can't even do that, then we can forget about facing the world's top youth teams in the World Youth Championship!"

Everyone stared blankly at Xue Guohao, feeling that the atmosphere had changed a bit!
"What are you staring at? Did you understand?"

The little ones jumped up and shouted, "Understood!—"

"Pressing high up the pitch? That's not enough!"

"Old He, you'd better get a hat trick in 20 minutes this game too, no! In 15 minutes!"

"Forwards, run like crazy! If you don't score in 10 minutes, then you're slacking off!"

"Good start!"

"We not only have to win, but we have to win beautifully!"

"GO! GO! GO!"

Amidst the noise, the bus headed towards Xianghe Sports City.

The opening match for this group of 09 national youth teams is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)