Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 210 Setting a Trap (Third Update)
Beep!
The whistle blew, and the game began.

Millennium dribbled the ball back to his own half, made a back pass, and immediately sprinted forward.

Meanwhile, Pei Le, He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, and Qianxi are all running forward.

They quickly rushed into the area where the opponent's midfield was positioned.

At the same time, the opponent began to press forward, creating some space in the middle.

Wei Lai received a pass back from Qianxi. He pulled the ball and turned, but instead of passing it back, he flicked the ball to the right again, while turning his head to look at the opponent's half.

He immediately saw that space.

"Give me a kick!"

Wei Lai swung his right foot and struck the ball.

He reduced the force of the pass to ensure its accuracy.

But his target was Pei Le!
Pei Le's current position means there's no one around him, giving him ample time to stop the ball and adjust.

"Qianxi passes the ball back, Wei Lai receives it and immediately turns and passes it! They're trying to launch a surprise attack. Pass the ball to Pei Le, Pei Le!"

Hao Wei was suddenly stunned.

He saw Pei Le pull back a little distance before jumping.

From this position, the ball will land overhead, making it very difficult to handle.

He didn't understand why Pei Le would do that.

The answer came quickly.

After Pei Le jumped, he didn't stop the ball, but instead passed it to the basket.

The ball was lobbed again, falling in a parabolic arc into the vast space behind the right center-back and full-back.

Most importantly, He Chaoyue has already started.

"Pei Le! A direct header and lobbed pass behind the defense, that was incredibly imaginative!"

Hao Wei excitedly stood up; the ball had already begun to penetrate the defenses.

Will He Chaoyue be able to seize this opportunity?

"What the hell?"

Wei Lai was also somewhat stunned.

Pei Le actually headed the ball down directly. He saw Pei Le's position and wanted to pass it to his feet, but Pei Le didn't intend to slow down the pace at all. Instead, he directly launched a counter-attack.

Take advantage of the moment when the Brazilian youth team is pressing forward and catch them off guard.

And it seems like that ball was hit!

"He Chaoyue is making a forward run; he's chasing the ball with all his might!"

Snapped!
He Chaoyue dribbled the ball forward with his left foot while simultaneously shifting his body inward, disrupting the rhythm of Brazilian U17 full-back Escobar.

"He's gone! He Chaoyue has stormed into the penalty area, and he's facing only Brazilian center-back Da Mata. How is he going to handle this?"

He Chaoyue looked up at the inside line and made a passing motion with her right foot.

The moment Da Mata landed, he accelerated and continued sprinting towards the outside, immediately creating a shooting angle.

"What a transcendence!"

boom!
He pulled his left foot outward and poked the ball with his foot.

The ball rose diagonally towards the top left corner of the goal, and the Brazilian youth team goalkeeper couldn't even react in time; he wasn't even in the game.

But with this sudden change, the ball went into the net!
Swish!
The net is shaking!

He Chaoyue had already turned around, swinging her ponytail as she rushed towards the corner flag, executing a standard sliding celebration.

"Goal!!!"

"Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!"

Hao Wei stood up excitedly and shouted wildly:
"Just 41 seconds into the game, the Chinese U17 team scored a valuable goal. A successful surprise attack caught the Brazilian U17 team completely off guard!"

"This is the fastest goal of this U17 World Cup, and it's incredible that it happened in the final!"

"But regardless, the Chinese U17 team took the lead at the start, and the boys played beautifully!"

In the stands, Chinese fans erupted in cheers.

Some of them were still looking down at the players' profiles in the magazine, while others were still running to find their positions.

But the goal came so unexpectedly.

Regardless, this goal was enough to excite them.

"You made it in? It's in already?"

"Damn it! I didn't see it! How did it get typed out?"

"Holy crap! Pei Le! I'm bowing down to you! That header pass was absolutely divine, the landing point was perfect!"

"That's Pei Le's creativity. This guy doesn't play by the rules at all. You don't even know what's going on in his head."

"Who cares! As long as we score!"

"Holy crap! We're actually leading the Brazilian U17 team in the final! I feel like I'm dreaming. Want me to slap you?"

Snapped!
"You fucking really hit me!"

Wei Chenggong rushed back and looked at the big screen showing China's U17 team leading Brazil's U17 team 1-0.

He slowly opened his mouth.

"What happened?"

On the coaching bench, Xue Guohao and Liu Guowei suddenly hugged each other.

"Holy crap! They're so daring!"

"Not only can they think of things, but they can also succeed in them."

Pei Le's imaginative header pass was met with He Chaoyue's composure in front of the goal.

While He Chaoyue and the others were celebrating, Wei Lai didn't join them; instead, he went directly to Pei Le.

"What were you thinking? Why did you suddenly switch back to ferrying?" Wei Lai really couldn't understand.

Pei Le looked at Wei Lai: "At that time, they were pressing forward as a whole, and when you passed the ball, their midfielders had already reacted and several of them turned towards me. Once I stopped the ball, I wouldn't say I was surrounded, but I certainly wouldn't have many angles to pass the ball, so I tried it."

"To put it bluntly, this was a surprise attack. If we succeeded, we would make a huge profit; if we failed, we wouldn't lose much. But we were pretty lucky."

Pei Le pointed to his head and chuckled, "You positioned it pretty accurately!"

Wei Lai grinned and gave a thumbs-up; "Awesome!"

Things are a bit chaotic on the Brazilian youth national team side.

"Hey! What are you doing? What are you all standing there for? How could you concede that goal like that?"

Zaka was very angry.

Even though we've already warned them, these guys still don't take it seriously.

The others fell silent, while the Brazilian goalkeeper unleashed a torrent of profanities from behind, relentlessly berating the defender.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Ronaldo, sporting an afro, ran back and smiled at his teammates, saying, "Don't argue. The game has only just begun. We have the ability to equalize. Just consider it a goal we gave them. The key is what to do next!"

After saying that, he pointed to himself and laughed heartily, "If you encounter any problems, just pass the ball to me. Trust me, I'll lead you to the championship!"

This statement calmed the Brazilian players down.

It wouldn't matter if it were anyone else, but this is Ronaldo!

Back home, he had already won over this group of players and believed that Ronaldo could help them turn the game around.

Ronaldo scratched his fluffy afro and turned to look at the Chinese U17 team's half of the field, his eyes scanning back and forth.

Finally, he looked to his right and grinned slightly.

"We've found a breakthrough!"

The celebration ended, and the competition resumed.

After the kickoff, the Brazilian U17 team pressed forward aggressively, and these guys all had exceptionally good fundamentals and incredibly stable passing.

"Drive them away! Drive them away!"

"Don't charge in alone. Block their path and slowly force them to the sidelines!"

Wei Lai kept giving instructions, but he could sense that with each pass from the opponent, the Chinese national youth team's defense was slowly being dismantled.

Chen Shaojie immediately rushed forward towards Ronaldo.

This is a half-high ball, which is very difficult to handle.

But he saw Ronaldo suddenly jump up, gently control the ball with the front of his thigh, and as the ball landed, he flicked it with his left foot, immediately passing it away.

Graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a swimming dragon!
This phrase was originally used to describe a woman's graceful figure, but it applies equally to Ronaldo.

This thing is so light, it's a sensory relaxation, like you can control every muscle.

When he twists and turns, it's like a giant dragon gliding through the water; it's hard to predict his next move.

"Retreat!"

Chen Shaojie immediately retreated.

Since we can't pressure the opponent, we should shrink our defensive line and deny him any room to break through.

"It's running over!"

Yang Fan blocked Ronaldo's path to break through and turned to shout, "Old Chen! Get backup!"

"coming!"

Chen Shaojie immediately ran over to provide support, while Xiang Ming behind him also retreated.

The three of them blocked Ronaldo on the wing.

Just as the encirclement was about to be formed, Ronaldo suddenly looked up and gently flicked the ball towards the inside line. Chen Shaojie subconsciously slowed down.

At this moment, Ronaldo once again flicked the ball towards Yang Fan.

"Chance!"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and he immediately stretched out his foot.

Wei Lai saw it clearly from a short distance away, and his heart skipped a beat the moment Yang Fan kicked out.

Oops!

"I lied to you!"

Ronaldo managed to step on the ball again with his left foot, and with a slight flick, he dodged Yang Fan's attempt to steal it. At the same time, he lightly jumped and suddenly slipped through the encirclement.

"Nima!"

"Fuck!"

Yang Fan and Chen Shaojie immediately started swearing. Just as Ronaldo was about to dribble and start his run, they heard hurried footsteps from the side.

Just as Ronaldo turned his head, a figure suddenly swept past him.

Wei Lai charged over like a tiger, slamming his foot into the ball and sending it flying into the stands.

"So fierce! So decisive!"

Ronaldo turned to look at Wei Lai.

If Wei Lai hesitated even for a moment, he would find an opportunity to get past Wei Lai.

But Wei Lai was too decisive and too fierce.

He dared not risk sticking his foot out!

to be honest!
He is scared!

But he had no choice but to back down. If he made any move, given Wei Lai's impulsiveness, he would inevitably get hurt.

call!
Wei Lai let out a breath, then turned to look at Ronaldo, his eyes filled with apprehension.

This time we were lucky; he wasn't far away.

But if he stands a little too far away, he won't be able to catch up.

"Old Wei! It has to be you again!"

Yang Fan patted Wei Lai on the shoulder to express his gratitude.

Chen Shaojie: "You saved Yang Fan's life!"

"Get out!" Yang Fan turned his head and cursed.

Wei Lai said seriously, "Stop joking around and cheer up! Yang Fan, don't make a move rashly."

Yang Fan grinned; "This is difficult!"

Ronaldo deliberately induced himself to make the move.

If he hadn't made a move, this guy could have immediately used his right foot to flick the ball and slipped through the gap.

"I'll try my best to put on my best!" Yang Fan pursed his lips. "Old Chen, could you keep an eye on my position? I might not be able to handle it."

"Okay!" Chen Shaojie nodded immediately, indicating that he understood.

Yang Fan and Chen Shaojie both understood.

Before the competition, you can boast as much as you want, exaggerating your abilities as you like.

But when it comes to the competition, if you can't do it, you just can't do it!

This is to make a clear statement: trying to save face and putting on a brave face will only result in your own position being breached, causing problems for the whole system.

The match is still ongoing.

But the situation in the game became somewhat worrying.

The Brazilian U17 team started pressing forward and constantly creating various problems.

"The situation is not optimistic. Ronaldo, Xhaka and other Brazilian youth players are putting too much pressure on us. Wei Lai cannot position himself forward. He mainly sweeps and assists on the left and right sides. Several counterattacks were also made by long passes directly to Pei Le. However, Pei Le was also marked. As soon as he received the ball, he was physically tackled by the Brazilian youth midfielder, making it difficult for him to handle the ball."

On the coaching bench, Xue Guohao looked somber.

Liu Guowei looked at the field with concern; "We rely too much on Wei Lai's organization and passing."

“When we played against France, I had a feeling that way. Although the French U17 team had Henri Danny, some of the other players were a drag on the team. The pressure was only on one side, so we used man-marking tactics to alleviate that pressure as much as possible, and Wei Lai was not tied up in the backfield.”

"But this time is different. The Brazilian youth team not only has Ronaldo, but also outstanding players such as Xhaka, Leyan, Dudumark, and Allen. The overall pressure forced Wei Lai to only sweep the field and not have the energy to organize an attack!"

Xue Guohao nodded: "We were suppressed overall, which we had already considered before the match. The only way now is to shift the ball from the strong side to the weak side, that is, to focus on He Chaoyue's wing. At this time, Lu Chaokuan needs to play a role!"

"But we can't get the ball out!" Liu Guowei watched as the ball was constantly being passed around by the Brazilian U17 players, while the Chinese U17 defensive formation was being constantly stretched.

Although it may not be torn apart, danger can always appear unexpectedly.

Snapped!
Ronaldo tapped the ball away with the instep of his foot, while turning his head to look at Wei Lai ahead.

"This guy has a great spot!"

Every time he saw a gap or loophole, Wei Lai would quickly patch it up, preventing him from kicking any threatening through balls.

After thinking for a moment, Ronaldo actually ran towards Wei Lai on his own initiative.

pat!

Ronaldo stood about three meters away from Wei Lai.

Wei Lai's brows furrowed sharply.

This guy is trying to interfere with me.

"Pass the ball!"

Ronaldo immediately called for a pass, and Wei Lai immediately pressed forward.

"coming!"

Hao Wei shouted nervously.

"A fierce battle of offense and defense!"

If Ronaldo is the sharpest spear of the Brazilian youth national team.

Therefore, Wei Lai is the most solid shield for China's national youth team.

The moment the two faced off, Wei Lai directly pressed down on him with his body.

But he didn't feel any sense of resistance; after unloading the ball, the guy seemed to float away like a feather.

Where to go?

Wei Lai immediately reached out and yanked on the jersey.

Ronaldo froze for a moment, but then used the tip of his left foot to poke the ball to his teammate.

"Hiss!" Hao Wei couldn't help but gasp.

"It's a clash of titans!"

Fortunately, Wei Lai held on.

Ronaldo moved closer to Wei Lai again, this time sticking right up to him.

Ronaldo is slightly shorter than Wei Lai, which causes his frizzy afro to rub against his face.

"Annoying!"

Wei Lai wanted to grab the guy's hair and pull him down hard.

But he still held back!
boom!
Another pass, and Wei Lai once again closed in.

He still wouldn't give Ronaldo a chance to turn around.

Ronaldo didn't try to contest the ball, but instead passed it to his teammate again.

Snapped!
Yang Fan suddenly poked the ball, passing it to Pei Le in front of him.

"Good job!"

Wei Lai shouted that Yang Fan's tackle had relieved some of the pressure.

But before the Chinese U17 team could counterattack, Pei Le was suddenly forced to turn around by the Brazilian defensive midfielder behind him, and Xhaka pulled the ball away from the side.

"Mine! Mine!" Pei Le cried out hurriedly, "I'm sorry!"

Don't throw it away!

Yang Fan couldn't help but shout, and immediately assumed a defensive stance.

Xhaka quickly observed that Ronaldo had proactively pulled out to receive the ball.

Wei Lai turned his head and saw Brazilian full-back Lima sneaking towards the sideline.

"Xiang Ming! You retreat and keep an eye on that guy!"

After shouting, Wei Lai rushed towards Ronaldo.

Even if it's a foul, we can't let this guy get the offense he wants.

Wei Lai rushed forward quickly and swiftly stuck to Ronaldo.

But he noticed that Xhaka hadn't passed the ball.

Wei Lai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly startled.

Ronaldo suddenly turned his head and smiled at him.

"Fuck you!"

Wei Lai cursed angrily.

The moment he turned around, Xhaka had already lobbed the ball.

The ball flew over the two players and into the gap that Wei Lai had created.

There, Brazilian youth team forward Alan immediately followed up to control the ball. He first pushed Mao Biao aside, then waited for Dudumark to come out from the side before suddenly passing the ball.

Dudumark dribbled forward and pierced through the Chinese U17 defense.

"Danger!"

Hao Wei shouted.

Dudumark calmly slotted the ball into the net.

Swish!
In the 31st minute, the Brazilian U17 team scored a goal.

China's U17 national team drew 1-1 with Brazil's U17 national team.

"Wow! Mark! Mark! Super Mark!"

Ronaldo jumped up and rushed to his teammate's side.

The Brazilian players ran together to the corner flag, lined up, and danced a hula, twisting their arms.

Chen Zhe retrieved the ball from the goal and threw it forward.

"cheer!"

Wei Lai let out a sigh of relief.

The continuous interference eventually led to them being set up.

Ronaldo created space, and Xhaka accurately chipped the ball into the gap behind him. Even if Wei Lai wanted to chase back and block it, it was too late.

Wei Lai shook his head.

"The situation isn't looking good!"

The equalizing goal will surely boost the morale of the Brazilian youth team; the real test is yet to come.

We need to stabilize the game as much as possible and prevent the Brazilian youth team from gaining momentum.

(End of this chapter)