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Strategically despise your opponent, but tactically take them seriously!
Xue Guohao's rhetoric was a bit too forceful.

But for these fearless young people, it actually had a positive effect.

If you tell them that the opponent is very strong and that they need to play conservatively and set up a good defensive line, it will only hurt their morale, and the players might even find it nagging.

But if you tell them that you're going to kill the other side, they get excited.

Moreover, this kind of excitement is easily ignited!

Xianghe Sports City is located in the center of Xianghe City. Building such a professional sports stadium in such a prime location is a testament to the fact that every inch of land is precious.

According to official statistics, there were 4000 spectators at the match.

Compared to the entire stadium, the number of spectators is not large, but national youth team matches are not that popular, so this attendance rate is already very good.

Historically, 2000 seats would have been considered the limit.

But this time, the U15 team, known as a talent pool, is the opening match for the 09 national youth team.

In addition, the participation of numerous online football bloggers has significantly increased the event's popularity.

At the very least, two sections of the north stand have been filled with fans.

China Dragons Fan Association!
The presence of this banner in the most prominent area signifies the attendance of die-hard Chinese fans.

Although the competition has not yet started, it is already incredibly exciting.

"Listen up, members of the association! When our young men come on stage, the DJ will call out their names. Shout them out with all your might to give them courage!"

"The game lasts 90 minutes! As members of the association, we can't sit down. The whole stadium must cheer! Even if we're behind, we still need to cheer them on and help boost their morale!"

At the very front, the commander holding the megaphone suddenly raised his hand and roared;

"Flag bearers, prepare!"

Swish swish! !

Several huge flags were raised high, and the five-star red flag fluttered in the air.

"drummer!!--"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The heavy, stirring drumbeats suddenly rang out, as if stepping on a heartbeat.

This was followed by the shouts of fans from several hours ago.

China!!!!!!!--

clap clap clap! !

Thousands of arms were raised high, and they clapped enthusiastically, creating a cheer for the young men.

The noise was transmitted into the changing room through various gaps.

Inside the locker room, the players, who were nervously changing their jerseys, all looked up at the ceiling.

The entire ground seemed to tremble, and the heavy drumbeats seemed to be brewing immense power, constantly inspiring them.

"Old He!"

Yang Fan turned to look at He Chaoyue, his face lacking its usual nonchalant and mischievous air.

We have to give it our all today!

He Chaoyue nodded vigorously and then quickly put on her own battle robe.

Number 7!
HE.CY!

Wei Lai put on his bright red jersey, the fitted jersey highlighting the defined lines of his muscular physique.

He pulled his red socks tighter, patted his shin guards, picked up the national flag on his chest with his fingers, and gently kissed it.

Wei Lai's expression suddenly turned solemn!
The battle is about to begin!

"This is Xigua Sports. The Youth Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament is about to begin, and this is the opening match."

"Our host team, the 09 national youth team, will face the Australian national youth team. I am Duan Jiang, the commentator for this match! And here is our coach, Zhang Lu!"

Zhang Lu is a veteran football commentator, but recently he has not been on the commentary stage for a long time due to health reasons. Now he looks old and frail, and his figure has become extremely thin.

"Coach Zhang, are you familiar with this group of national youth team players?" Duan Jiang asked. Zhang Lu chuckled twice in his signature manner and nodded, saying, "The U15 team, which is known for its talent, is something that every fan who follows Chinese football should be familiar with."

"For example, in the starting lineup for this game, He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming and Qian Xi formed the attacking spearhead."

"The midfield trio of Chen Shaojie, Pei Le, and Wei Lai is capable of attacking, controlling the game, and defending!"

"The defense has also undergone a major overhaul, so it will depend on Lu Chaokuan's command ability. Of course, the highlight of this match is still the midfield!"

Zhang Lu changed his position to make himself more comfortable and continued:
"The weakest link in this national youth team is the midfield, or rather, this has always been a very weak point in Chinese football: the toughness and strength of the midfield!"

"Whether a person can stand upright depends on how straight their back muscles are! Similarly, whether a football can stand upright also depends on its back!"

"Therefore, this match is not only a test for the 09 national youth team, but also a test for Wei Lai, the most crucial piece of the puzzle. Whether he can withstand the pressure will determine the team's defense, counter-attack, and even offense!"

Pay attention to what you lack!
It's extremely difficult for Chinese football to produce talent in the midfield position, especially defensive midfielders.

Since someone like Wei Lai has finally appeared, he naturally becomes the focus of discussion.

"Coach Zhang, stop talking about your son!"

Old Chen patted Wei Chenggong next to him.

But after filming for a while without any response, I turned my head and saw that Wei Chenggong was biting his thumb nail, looking extremely anxious and nervous.

"Old Wei! It's not like you're playing the game, why are you so nervous?"

He intended to make a joke to ease the other person's mood, but Wei Chenggong simply couldn't laugh.

"No, Lao Wei, relax, it's just an invitational tournament."

Wei Chenggong turned his head and grinned, saying, "I can't relax. My calves start trembling as soon as I get into this arena."

"Can't you have a little faith in Xiao Lai?" Old Chen said, both amused and exasperated. He then remarked, "Back then, we used to drink and watch football together. We were happy when we won and cursed when we lost. We even boasted that if we raised a son to play for the national team, he would be better than them."

"It was just a joke back then, but I never expected you to actually pull it off. With your current development trend, Xiao Lai is definitely a future national-level talent!"

Wei Chenggong turned his head; "Can you please stop putting pressure on me?"

"Don't worry!" Old Chen patted Wei Chenggong on the shoulder: "Xiao Lai can do it! Trust him!"

Just then, the fans in front suddenly shouted.

"I'm coming!"

"Out!!"

Wei Chenggong turned his gaze toward the players' tunnel and saw two rows of figures slowly entering the field.

The stadium was extremely lively, and the cheers were incredibly loud.

But Wei Chenggong seemed to have blocked out everything around him, his eyes only seeing that spirited young man in a red battle robe with the national flag on his chest.

As the national youth team members entered the stadium, the DJ called out their jersey numbers and names.

Thousands of fans cheered along with the boys, boosting their morale.

"Damn it! I'm starting to get nervous!"

Yang Fan shook his legs and rubbed the goosebumps on his body.

Looking towards the stands, one sees excited faces and burning gazes.

It was a flame carrying hope, a gaze eagerly anticipating their growth.

Wei Lai stood silently in the queue.

He gazed at the stands, his mind racing with similar thoughts.

I've seen big matches before, and I've played in games with tens of thousands of seats.

But this time is different!
"call!"

Wei Lai let out a short, rapid breath, his gaze sharpening.

(End of this chapter)