Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 108 Great Victory (Please add to your favorites)

In the 39th minute, the Chinese U17 team scored again.

This time it was a set piece that went directly into the net. He Chaoyue delivered a dipping shot that found the net perfectly.

At this point, China's U17 team leads Australia's U17 team 4-0.

At the end of the first half, the Australian U17 team was clearly stunned, and their morale plummeted.

Wei Lai could hear the opposing coach's roars, but no matter how much he yelled, he couldn't wake up the group of guys who were stunned by the kicks.

"Everyone except the forwards will be substituted in the second half!"

Xue Guohao spoke up.

Since it's a warm-up match, we naturally need to assess players from multiple positions, and we also need to give other players a chance.

Moreover, with a 4-goal lead already in the first half, the opponent was completely overwhelmed, and the outcome of the match was almost a foregone conclusion.

When Wei Lai heard that he was going to leave the field, he immediately took off his jersey.

Even in November, the weather in Guangdong Province is quite muggy.

I don't know if it's going to rain, but the air is very humid, and my whole body is soaked with sweat.

The substitutes are already itching to get started and are ready to make a big splash.

The main players are playing so well, they can't fall behind in terms of performance.

Xue Guohao demanded that the team stabilize the situation in the second half, as he feared the defense would suddenly collapse after key midfielders and defenders like Wei Lai were substituted.

However, his worries were somewhat unnecessary, as the Australian team was clearly playing distractedly.

There was even an element of gambling on the ball; several ball distributions were unreasonable, suggesting some internal conflicts may have arisen.

Yang Fan sat with the posture of an old man.

"They're collapsing! We completely shattered their mentality in the first half!"

Wei Lai nodded in agreement; from the current perspective, it is indeed very difficult for Australia to turn the tide.

Squeak, squeak!

A strange noise came from behind, and Wei Lai and Yang Fan turned to look.

They found Pei Le squatting on the ground, with a book on the chair and his phone to the side, as if he were copying something.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Fan leaned over to ask.

Pei Le didn't even look up; "Copy homework, huh? You have to send it to the teacher tonight!"

Yang Fan paused for a moment, then pointed to the camera next to him.

"Dude, this is a live broadcast, how can you so blatantly copy homework? Aren't you afraid of getting caught by the teacher?"

Pei Le: "Our homeroom teacher doesn't watch football, so it's fine!"

National Youth Team Assistant Coach Liu Guowei walked over and patted Pei Le on the shoulder:

"I just received a message on my phone. Your homeroom teacher wants you to do your homework yourself!"

Pei Le's face immediately fell, and he turned to look at Yang Fan.

"Why do you have such a sharp tongue!"

Yang Fan protested, "I didn't do anything!"

He said you're a jinx!

Wei Lai smiled. Yang Fan's lucky charm status really did seem to have a knack for making his words come true.

At this moment, the match has entered its 90th minute.

The current score is China U17 5:1 Australia U17.

In the 78th minute, Yu Jiahe received a pass from Chen Shaojie and suddenly attempted a long-range shot that found the net, widening the score gap once again.

In the 89th minute, Basto's aggressive breakthrough drew a foul from Zhang Peng, earning a penalty kick.

Basto converted the penalty, salvaging a small consolation!
With that, the outcome of this match is now decided!

"The match is over. The Chinese U17 team has defeated the Australian U17 team 5-1!"

Duan Jiang announced loudly, his tone filled with a sense of exhilaration.

After all, they hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time.

Despite being at the national youth level, such a resounding victory brought them some comfort.

At the very least, the future looks promising, doesn't it?
Most importantly, the content of this match, and the performance of this promising young national youth team, are the key factors.

Before the match, there was a lot of attention focused on this national youth team.

After all, the U15 team itself receives a huge amount of attention, and they are known as a prodigy team from a young age.

Now, in their first appearance for the U17 national youth team, their performance has been nothing short of amazing, even exceeding their expectations!

Before the match, the mindset was that a draw would be considered a win, and conceding a goal would be a regrettable defeat.

But these young men completely overwhelmed the Australian youth team.

The resounding 5-1 victory was enough to excite the fans.

Of course, there are also those who are pessimistic, using phrases like "winning as a child doesn't count as winning" and "you'll still get punished as an adult."

Although fans are debating and discussing it, there's really no evidence to support their claims.

After all, Chinese football has produced talented national youth teams and even national junior teams in the past, but which one of them has truly made it big?
All they can do is try their best to protect this spark and hope that it can grow strong until it can bring them a thrilling adult competition!

"Xiao Lai!"

As the match ended, Wei Lai heard someone calling his name from the stands.

Turning his head, he saw his father with half of his body exposed, waving excitedly at him.

"Dad! Take it easy!"

Wei Lai rushed over.

Seeing Wei Lai run over, members of the Xianghe Dragons Fan Association swarmed around the stands, leaning on the railings and showering him with praise.

Wei Lai was a little embarrassed by the praise and could only scratch his head and keep saying thank you.

"Son, give me the jersey!"

Wei Chenggong hurriedly shouted.

Old Chen, standing nearby, immediately retorted, "Old Wei, that's so unfair! This is your son; you can have him anytime!"

After saying that, he turned to Wei Lai and said, "Xiao Lai! Here, take this to Uncle Chen, I'll be your first fan!"

After thinking for a moment, Wei Lai handed the jersey to Uncle Chen.

"Dad, let me get you a new one!"

Wei Chenggong looked at the jersey with reluctance and said, "This is the final edition from the first game! I even wanted to frame it!"

Old Chen said happily, "Want to see? Come to my house!"

Immediately, he happily stuffed it into his bag, not caring that the jersey was soaked with sweat; he treasured it like a precious gem.

Wei Chenggong shook his head and turned to look at Wei Lai.

"Well done!"

Wei Lai smiled and patted the national flag on his chest.

"You said it! To bring glory to the country!"

Wei Chenggong nodded vigorously; "Good son!"

Wei Lai turned his head to look at the team and realized it was time to go back to the locker room.

"Dad, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going back to the locker room soon. Will you still be there for the next game?"

Wei Chenggong: "Yes! Definitely! I won't miss a single one of my son's matches!"

Wei Lai smiled and nodded; "Then I'm off!"

"go Go!"

Watching Wei Lai's departing figure, Wei Chenggong finally let out a slow breath, but his slightly flushed face showed that he was still very excited.

A Xianghe fan standing nearby gave Wei Chenggong a thumbs-up.

"Brother, it's you!"

"You're too kind, your child is very capable!"

"Wei Lai performed really well, but his mentor also did a great job!"

"Haha! It's mainly because the child works hard; we parents just need to support them!"

"Brother, next time come straight to our area, you be the flag bearer!"

"Really?"

Wei Chenggong was excited.

He wanted to be the flag bearer at the Dragons Fan Association in Bohai Port, but the association didn't allow it.

It's not that he's not qualified, but rather that we're afraid he won't be able to dominate the court.

Since this was a rare opportunity, I naturally agreed without hesitation.

Meanwhile, this warm-up match also went viral online.

(End of this chapter)