Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 215 The Angel of Hearts

Amsterdam mornings are a bit noisy.

Because the entire training base is shared by the first team and the youth training center, loud slogans can be heard starting at seven o'clock in the morning.

A group of youth training players shouted loud slogans as they ran around the field to warm up, followed by a passionate training session.

Unlike the training camp model of the first team, youth training mostly involves continuous and long-term training.

As a result, the entire morning was filled with the shouts of youth training players.

This also means that even if Wei Lai wants to sleep in, he can't sleep well.

I arrived at the cafeteria in the morning and ate a simple meal.

The soup is light and watery, mainly consisting of protein and energy, with a small amount of carbohydrates.

To be honest, it doesn't have a particularly rich flavor, but it can provide the body with maximum energy replenishment.

Wei Lai thought everyone on the European team was hardworking, but by 9 a.m., he hadn't seen a single teammate, let alone the equipment room manager.

"Ugh!"

Wei Lai shook his head. He could only run to his dormitory to get the deflated ball, then go to the front desk of the office building, ask for an air pump to inflate it, and then carry the ball to the open training ground.

boom!
A beautiful arc swept across the sky above the field, followed by a rapid descent, and whooshed into the goal.

Wei Lai took several set pieces in succession, and his success rate was quite good.

He changed his approach again, training long passes.

boom! boom! boom!
He honed his footwork with each kick of the crescent moon blade technique.

This kind of training must be maintained constantly; it's almost a matter of progress or regression. Therefore, it requires spending a certain amount of time every day to maintain foot feel.

"Rainbow! Rainbow!"

Suddenly, a child's innocent voice rang out.

Wei Lai stopped and turned to look.

Outside the safety barrier, a little girl, about five years old, was lying there. She had golden hair, small arms and legs, and was quite cute.

Behind the girl, Felix stood conspicuously.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to disturb your training."

Felix smiled and apologized.

Wei Lai shook his head; "It's alright, I won't bother you!"

"it is good!"

Felix nodded, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Wei Lai tilted his head: "Do you want to practice together?"

Felix's eyes lit up, and he picked up his daughter and carried her into the training field.

"If you extend a warm invitation, my answer is to join!"

After saying that, he handed his daughter to Wei Lai; "Can you keep an eye on things for me while I go change my gear?"

Wei Lai stared blankly as Felix left the field, then looked down at the baby in his arms.

The little one wasn't shy at all; he tilted his head and chewed on his little hand.

"uncle?"

Wei Lai: "."

Less than five minutes later, Felix rushed back to the field. He let his daughter play by herself on the sidelines before heading towards Wei Lai.

"I'm good at heading, and I'm also good at volleying. My shooting skills are pretty good!"

Felix briefly introduced his own characteristics.

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "Of course, I know all that. During your peak years, you were every team's nightmare!"

Felix's marksmanship was beyond description; it was simply terrifying.

In his peak season, he scored a staggering 31 goals in the Premier League.

In those days, scoring 31 goals in a single season was simply unimaginable.

Felix is ​​187 cm tall and has a muscular build.

He possesses terrifying shooting skills, combined with the delicate techniques of Spanish football, and his explosive sprints are also very fast.

At his peak, he could dismantle an entire defense with a single dribble.

However, Felix's condition has declined rapidly since the surgery, and his speed and explosiveness are no longer comparable to before. The series of setbacks has led to a lack of confidence.

These factors combined led to the downfall of this superstar.

"Come on! Let's get a feel for it!" Felix was about to walk towards the goal.

Wei Lai immediately called out to stop them.

“My pass had a dip, and I think it’s necessary to remind you of that.”

Felix nodded: "No problem, I'll handle it."

Wei Lai didn't say anything else; after all, he was a former superstar, and his adaptability is still very strong.

Felix ran to the door and stood there.

Wei Lai immediately raised his hand: "I'm going to pass it on!"

Felix shouted, "Come on!"

Wei Lai immediately took a running start, swung his left arm, and kicked out hard.

The ball arced dramatically, spinning towards Felix.

Felix stared intently at the ball, his heart pounding. He was already quite surprised, but looking from where he was supposed to receive the ball, he was even more astonished.

Felix took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped with his left foot and lashed out with his right.

At the same time, Wei Lai's pass suddenly dropped.

boom!
The ball struck his foot solidly and slammed into the net like a cannonball.

Wei Lai was dumbfounded.

"You're kidding!"

His ball was dropping, and the timing of that drop was difficult to predict.

Therefore, whether it was He Chaoyue or others, including his Chinese Super League teammate Jersey, they all waited until the ball started to drop before taking a shot.

Therefore, it's more of a tackling style.

The ability of someone like Felix to predict the landing point and get into position beforehand is simply exaggerated.

"Is this what world-class used to be?" Wei Lai grinned, he was truly shocked.

Felix shouted, "Hey! That felt great, let's do it again!"

After receiving the ball, Wei Lai crossed it again.

This time, Felix headed the ball directly at the goal, another perfectly timed shot.

Bang bang bang!
With each pass, Felix perfectly slotted the ball into the net.

Without any confrontation, this guy is ridiculously strong.

Wei Lai sighed with emotion, wondering how terrifying Felix would have been in his prime.
"Wow! Dude, is there any more?"

Felix was excited; he seemed to have grasped something.

Wei Lai blinked.

"There's also a ground curve!"

Felix was eager to try: "The ground? Come on! Let's try it again."

Wei Lai took another run-up, this time unleashing an arc-shaped, low-slung slash.

But Felix's exaggeration was the most exaggerated.

The guy suddenly flicked the ball, sending it flying in an arc and crashing down behind him.

Felix braced himself with his right foot, turned, and unleashed a powerful shot with his left.

boom!
Swoosh! !——

The ball bounced into the net again.

"Yes!—"

Felix clenched his fist and gave Wei Lai a thumbs-up; "Great!"

Wei Lai's mouth gaped slightly: "No! This was abandoned by the Premier League?"

The two tried many more shots, and each time Felix was able to complete the shot with exquisite precision.

“Awesome!”

Felix walked over to Wei Lai and nodded, saying, "Your pass was fantastic."

Wei Lai, hands on his hips, said, "Your archery skills are truly excellent. How do you judge the landing point?"

"It feels like it!" Felix laughed; "People used to pass me the ball like that all the time!"

"Oh! Ha!" Wei Lai suddenly stopped talking: "Sorry!"

Felix shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "It's okay. I believe Hearts is still playing football in heaven. He was my best friend and the partner who understood me the most!"

After saying that, he looked at Wei Lai and suddenly said very seriously, "This time, he also pointed out the way for me."

"Huh?" Wei Lai asked, puzzled.

Felix smiled and said, "Do you want to practice some more? I should go back now."

He pointed to his daughter squatting by the sidelines, pouting and puffing out her cheeks; "My little princess must be hungry."

"I've almost finished practicing too," Wei Lai nodded.

Felix: "Are you still training tomorrow?"

Wei Lai nodded; "I practice passing every day."

"What time is it?"

"It usually starts at 7 o'clock!"

"Understood, I will arrive at seven o'clock sharp!"

"Huh?" Wei Lai paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Oh! Okay!"

A villa in Amsterdam, Netherlands.

Felix pushed the door open and shouted excitedly:
"Hey! Nina, I found it! Hearts' guidance was correct. His passing is just as precise as Hearts'. We have great chemistry. Even on our first time playing together, I could feel the trajectory of his pass. He must be the angel Hearts sent to me!"

A beautiful woman came out of the kitchen and looked at Felix.
“This is the fifth angel you’ve found. You found two angels with the Merseyside Reds, then Spain and Italy, and now you’ve found one in the Netherlands. My darling, Hearts has left us forever. I know his passing has caused you great pain, but I hope you can accept this reality!”

Nina sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I shouldn't have agreed to come to the Netherlands with you. I really don't like it here, and Catherine is growing up. I hope she can go back to school in Spain. You should think about going back."

Felix's smile slowly faded, but he forced a smile and said, "Give me another season, I want to give it another try."

“Ha... alright!” Nina sighed; “But it’s only for one season, we really should go back.”

Watching Nina return to the kitchen, Felix stared at the ceiling and sighed softly.

"But this time it really feels different!"

At 3 PM, the training session continued.

Then came the post-match warm-up game. However, this time it wasn't organized by the coaching staff, but rather the teammates playing around.

"One more person needed! Anyone interested?"

Hendrick turned and shouted.

Wei Lai immediately raised his hand: "Me! Me! Me!"

Hendrick grinned; "What we lack is a defender!"

Wei Lai blinked; "My defense is pretty good too, I can fill in."

"You play as a defender too?" Hendrick couldn't help but sigh.

Wei Lai laughed and said, "Whatever position is missing, I'll play that position."

“Okay!” Hendrick shook his head; there was a spot needed anyway.

Hey! Maigen!

Suddenly, Felix walked over, pointed at Wei Lai, and said, "Let him play midfield."

Hendrick raised an eyebrow; "You two are on good terms?"

Felix laughed, "He's Hearts' angel!"

Hendrick covered his forehead: "Oh! Another angel!"

The story of 'Felix looking for an angel' is nothing new in the Premier League player circle.

During Felix's surgery, his best friend and partner, Hearts, passed away in an accident.

With Felix's return, his performance has steadily declined.

At each critical juncture, he would find a 'Hearts' angel'.

Some psychologists have analyzed that this may be a way for Felix to transfer his stress and painful emotions.

“Alright!” Hendrick nodded, his gaze towards Wei Lai filled with more sympathy. He nodded and said, “You’re playing midfield, don’t hold us back.”

"Understood!" Wei Lai immediately shouted.

Immediately, he looked at Felix with gratitude.

Felix winked at Wei Lai.

"You are Hearts' angel! You have come to help me!"

Wei Lai grinned.

It must have been Felix who helped him!

Wei Lai had heard some rumors about 'Hearts's Angels', but he didn't expect them to be this bizarre.

But regardless, this matter ultimately benefited him.

Despite his declining form, Felix is ​​still a key rotation center forward for the team and has a considerable reputation, so he still has some influence.

boom! boom! boom!
"left!"

"Kid! Hurry up!"

"very good!"

"Follow him, disrupt him!"

"Evacuate! Evacuate!"

A warm-up match was held on the field.

From the sidelines, assistant coach Pescholl watched from a short distance away, holding paper and pen, constantly taking notes.

boom!
Wei Lai spun a small arc, landing at the back point.

There, Felix suddenly leaped high and headed the ball into the net.

"Pretty!"

Felix turned and pointed at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai nodded immediately and then retreated.

"Felix seems to be in better form, and Wei's cross was very accurate. His curling shots should be able to come out on a larger field."

Pechamp recorded all of this.

His job is to record the players' changes and performance, and then submit the information to the head coach for review when appropriate.

Evening, in the simulated space.

"I can barely keep up with the pace and intensity, but it becomes very difficult to take the initiative to do things."

Wei Lai shook his head, looked at the puppeteer instructor, and grinned, "Is there any way to help me adapt quickly?"

The puppeteer coach said, "The average age of Atlético Amsterdam is 22. You're only 16, the youngest in the team. What's the rush?"

Wei Lai: "But I want to play in the game!"

"He can kick!" the puppeteer coach said. "He definitely can kick."

"Huh?" Wei Lai exclaimed in surprise, "There's hope?"

The puppeteer coach asked, "How many assists did you get in these warm-up matches?"

Wei Lai thought for a moment: "It seems like there are three?"

"This is the answer!" Coach Puppet Master said slowly; "16 years old, three assists in the warm-up game, do you really think that assists in the warm-up game are easy to get? They don't know you yet, but you were able to get three assists, which has already given you an A-level label. The division of labor in European professional teams is very clear. As long as you perform well in your own area, you will get bonus points."

"No one expects a 16-year-old kid to be so versatile that he can carry the team. You are a piece of the puzzle, and you have already fulfilled your role as a piece of the puzzle. That's enough."

Wei Lai blinked, it seemed that it really was true!
However, due to previous reasons, he always puts a lot of pressure and sets high standards for himself.

Coach Puppet slowly said, "Among this team, some will carry the whole team forward, some will organize the offense, and some will help you defend. What you need to do is develop your firepower, develop your firepower to the maximum extent. In other words, you need to make flexible use of your passing ability and suddenly deliver a threatening pass at the right time."

"Of course, if you want to do the job of metronome well, you also need to learn to break free at a higher level and slow down the team at the right time."

"In half a season, you'll be able to complete three intermediate courses, and by then, you'll be skilled enough to be a qualified metronome."

Wei Lai nodded; "By the way, I need to choose a new course on footwork rhythm."

"Great idea! Do you need me to recommend one?"

Wei Lai nodded: "Of course!"

The course schedule appeared, and the puppeteer coach pointed to a course.

"Just him!"

Wei Lai immediately clicked on the course.

[Intermediate Course, One-Way Intensive Training, Footwork and Rhythm]

[Lecturer: Busquets]

Meanwhile, in a parallel training space somewhere.

Pogba held the ball, looking around blankly.

"Why aren't you here yet? You should at least ask for leave if you're not coming!"

"Good morning!"

Felix arrived at the stadium on time.

He saw the sweat on Wei Lai's forehead and realized that the other man had been training for a while.

"You're so hardworking!"

Felix laughed.

Wei Lai: "This is my only talent!"

“Great!” Felix exclaimed. “Shall we begin?”

"let's start!"

Bang bang bang!
The two continued practicing together, passing the ball around in the air.

The training camp ended in the afternoon.

But this time there were no warm-up matches, so Morton called everyone to the tactics room for pre-match preparations.

Tomorrow is the weekend league day, the 13th round of the Eredivisie, with Atlético Amsterdam playing away against Heerenveen.

Heerenveen is a city located in the province of Friesland in the Netherlands.

They are currently fourth from bottom in the Eredivisie, meaning they have narrowly escaped the relegation zone.

Atlético Amsterdam is currently in sixth place in the league.

The top two teams in the standings are in the Champions League zone.

The third Champions League qualification zone (a place obtained by qualifying early).

The fourth European Union zone.

The fifth qualifying zone for the European Union.

The sixth to ninth places are in the UEFA qualifying play-off zone.

Even though the league is only halfway through, this is bad enough.

Mr. Morton explained the tactics in Dutch, which Wei Lai couldn't understand.

However, several players, including Hendrick and Felix, also do not understand Dutch, so English translators are provided.

Wei Lai immediately sidled up to Felix and tried to get his translation done.

The latter was not averse to this and even actively invited Wei to come.

After the tactics lesson ended, Wei Lai was kept behind by Mr. Morton.

Wei Lai felt somewhat uneasy.

I'm a pretty good student, so why was I kept after school?
After everyone left, Mr. Morton finally spoke:

"Many media outlets and independent media in your hometown want to interview you or report on your situation, and the club has agreed to this, but it depends on your wishes."

Wei Lai pursed his lips; "Will this affect the club's training?"

"meeting!"

Mr. Morton said succinctly.

Wei Lai nodded; "Then let's refuse!"

Old Master Morton smiled and said, "Child, you're not quite a qualified product yet, but I'll put you on the shelf!"

Wei Lai grinned.

What kind of metaphor is this?!

"Just focus on training during this time. You'll be a full-fledged Amsterdam Athletic player once the contract takes effect." He patted Wei Lai on the shoulder. "Be patient!"

After taking two steps, he turned his head and said;
"By the way, Roberto will be training you in strength starting tomorrow. Your body is too weak; you need to increase your strength a bit!"

Wei Lai immediately nodded: "I will train hard."

Mr. Morton nodded; "I look forward to your results!"

Wei Lai walked out of the tactics room, looked up at the sky, and slowly exhaled.

"Wait patiently. Use this time to hone your skills and avoid being disturbed by the outside world. Consider it a period of disappearance!"

(End of this chapter)