Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 218 Battle! 90 minutes!

Simulated lessons, Premier League matches.

Wei Lai received the ball in the right flank area, immediately executed a V-shaped pass, and then distributed it to his teammate on the wing.

There was no opportunity to pass the ball!
He retreated a few steps, creating distance, and waited for his teammate to pass the ball back before unleashing a powerful right-footed cross.

boom!
The ball's arc wasn't great, but its precision was remarkable; it flew almost exactly towards the left side of the goal, which is the far post.

There, a teammate was already entangled with an opposing player, and with a bump, he headed the ball, but failed to head it into the goal.

"mine!"

Giggs gave a thumbs-up, indicating that Wei Lai had made a good pass.

Wei Lai nodded and immediately retreated.

A few minutes later, they came back again, but this time, Wei Lai switched positions with the wing, dribbled the ball all the way to the byline, cut inside, created space, and immediately delivered a cross with his left foot.

This cross was very floaty and high, flying straight towards the center.

A teammate leaped up and headed the ball towards the goal.

Swish!
The ball goes into the net!

"Yes!"

Wei Lai clenched his fist tightly, showing considerable excitement.

As Wei Lai was leaving the field after a simulated match, Coach Hair Dryer came over.

"When facing a tight defense, the worst thing you can do is get impatient, because your opponent will be even more anxious than you. You need to patiently pass the ball around and wait for that moment when space appears. This may take a while, but I think you already know what to do!"

Wei Lai nodded: "Set pieces, crosses, and diagonal lobs, aiming for the far post!"

“That’s right!” the hair dryer instructor nodded. “Anything else?”

"Work with teammates who excel at dribbling to create set pieces or even win penalties!"

"Very well, that concludes today's training!"

The hair dryer instructor waved to Wei Lai, then turned and said, "Use this time to prepare. You should start working on your graduation exam for the course 'Glory of 1992'."

"what?"

Wei Lai was stunned.

The three advanced courses currently available are:
[The Glory of 1992]

Damaged hair dryer

[The Calm Command Center]

The first advanced course mainly involves professional youth training and preparation for the Premier League debut.

Wei Lai received a lot of help in this class.

Tactical thinking also gradually took shape in this classroom.

Wei Lai scratched his head: "I feel like I'm still lacking something!"

The hair dryer instructor glared at her: "This course is useless to you now. If you hadn't been dragging your feet, you would have graduated long ago."

Wei Lai grinned: "Okay!"

In fact, this course is quite useful.

This is a purely theoretical course. Although it won't provide Wei Lai with any tangible progress, Wei Lai can still learn a lot from Coach Hair Dryer's understanding of the game and his various experiences.

The hair dryer instructor will also explain and provide solutions to some of his problems in this class.

"Give it your all in tomorrow's game, don't be afraid of making mistakes, and make sure you deliver a great performance!"

The hair dryer coach looked at Wei Lai: "For most Dutch teams, their debut is a test; they always need players who can contribute immediately!"

"Good morning!"

Wei Lai walked into the locker room, tossed his golf bag aside, and bent down to put on his gear.

Conrad Lehmann took out a piece of chewing gum from the locker and popped it into his mouth.

Wei Lai turned his head and glanced at it, then held out his hand; "Give me a piece!"

Konrad Lehmann glanced at Wei Lai, took a piece of food, and then raised an eyebrow and asked:
"Aren't you nervous?"

Wei Lai turned his head; "Do we need to be nervous?"

Konrad Lechmann: "It's normal to feel a little nervous when you first make the squad."

Wei Lai laughed and said, "Perhaps my reaction is a little slow."

"Damn it!"

Konrad Lehmann rolled his eyes.

"By the way, can I borrow your headband?" Wei Lai smoothed the stray hairs from his forehead; "To cover my vision!"

"No need for a headband!"

Conrad Lehmann took a bottle of hairspray from the locker, parted Wei Lai's hair on both sides, pulled up the middle part to form a staggered shape, and finally sprayed the hairspray.

"Strong hairspray! Unless you sweat a lot, it won't affect your hairstyle." With that, he tossed the hairspray to Wei Lai; "Consider it a gift for you."

"Thank you!" Wei Lai accepted the hairspray.

At this moment, Konrad Lehmann suddenly added a sentence.

"Remember to pass the ball to me!"

"Huh?" Wei Lai looked up and stared blankly at him.

The former didn't say anything, but in fact, Konrad Lehmann was extremely craving it.

Everyone has seen Felix's recent form; while he may not be back to his peak, he's definitely much better than before.

Felix has become visibly more confident, and his goal-scoring statistics in training matches are almost on par with Konrad Lechmann's.

Felix's transformation was almost entirely due to Wei Lai.

"Hey!" Felix walked into the locker room and immediately greeted Wei Lai, waving the hair gel in his hand; "Look at the gift I brought you?"

He saw that Wei Lai was already holding a bottle of hairspray in his hand.

“Oh?” Felix raised an eyebrow and looked at Conrad Lehmann.

The latter shrugged, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Because of a match tonight, today's training volume has been greatly reduced.

Almost all of them are tactical training.

Wei Lai and Hendrick stood on the flanks on both sides, taking turns crossing the ball.

In the middle position, defenders and forwards compete for headers.

boom!
Hendrick's cross.

The ball's trajectory was fairly standard, without much of an arc; its speed was decent, but it lacked floatiness.

Konrad Lechmann managed to get a touch on the ball, but it wasn't enough to result in a goal.

"Higher!"

Konrad Lehmann shouted loudly.

Hendrick nodded immediately.

Immediately, everyone turned to the other side.

Wei Lai immediately raised his right hand, and at the same time, his right index finger suddenly curled up.

Felix raised an eyebrow slightly and pulled back a little.

Wei Lai quickly took a running start and launched the ball.

Swish!
The ball flew in an amazing arc towards the penalty area.

"It's grown!"

Konrad Lechmann grinned as he watched the ball glide past him.

But the next second, he and the defenders next to him all widened their eyes.

The ball suddenly dropped, and at that position, Felix jumped, with the instep of his foot.

Swish!
The ball went into the net.

"Beautiful! Wei! Your timing for the fall is getting better and better!"

Felix praised loudly.

Wei Lai smiled and nodded in response.

Conrad Lehmann glanced at Felix, then turned to look at Wei Lai.

He curled his lip; "What angel of Hearts? This is clearly Felix's angel!"

On the sidelines, old man Morton chuckled.

Pescho, standing nearby, grinned and said, "His timing for that descent was perfect. Once it becomes a threat, it will be a nightmare for every team!"

Moreover, the trajectory of this curved ball is inherently unpredictable, and when combined with the unexpected drop, the landing point is completely unpredictable.

This drop could occur in the middle, at the back point, or even at the front point.

Only Wei Lai knows when the fall will occur.

Wei Lai could also communicate with Felix through gestures.

This information gap is unimaginable for any defender vying for aerial duels.

"I can only use this gesture during set pieces, but in a normal game, there's no time to raise my hand to tell you, so we have to use a different signal."

Wei Lai looked at Felix and said.

The two have become very close.

Or rather, the two are practically intertwined. Wei Lai's passes are crucial to Felix's goals.

Felix's performance will elevate Wei Lai's status within the team.

After four months of training together, the two have developed excellent teamwork.

"You set a secret signal!"

"To keep it simple, one, two, three: one is the front point, two is the middle, and three is the back point." After a pause, Wei Lai continued, "If the other side notices, then do the opposite!"

"Also, when I'm in the rib area, you should run back a bit. Of course, if you see an opening, you can run over there, but I can't guarantee you'll be able to pass through."

Hearing Wei Lai's words, Felix laughed and said, "It seems you've made thorough preparations!"

Wei Lai nodded; "It's all for the assessment (debut)!"

Felix nodded; "Great!"

Around noon, everyone had a simple lunch in the cafeteria. Because there was a match in the afternoon, they didn't eat much.

March 30th, 2 PM Amsterdam time.

The team bus was already waiting at the locker room entrance, and all the players on the roster boarded the bus one after another to prepare for the match at the stadium.

Wei Lai stuffed the Amsterdam Athletic's number 25 jersey into his bag.

The all-white jersey features a red logo that pierces downwards like a sword on the left chest.

Atlético Amsterdam's jerseys are white, representing purity!

The red accents represent passion!

"We should go!"

Felix patted Wei Lai on the shoulder, and the latter immediately picked up his golf bag, slung it over his shoulder, and turned to enter the bus.

A new challenge is about to begin!

boom! boom! boom!
[Battle! 90 minutes!]

[All for Amsterdam!]

We're the lunatics in the stands!

We are beyond saving!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

The famous '90-minute anthem' is the battle song of the Amsterdam Arena.

This melody resounds throughout the Amstel River Stadium before and during the 90th minute of each match.

This is Culver Street, leading straight ahead to their battlefield, the large stadium named after the river that nourishes the city.

The red sparkler is burning!
Thick smoke was billowing around!

Tens of thousands of fans stood in a dense, dark mass between the buildings on both sides.

They are fans of Atlético Amsterdam!
They are die-hard fans of Atlético Amsterdam!
"Heading towards our battlefield!"

The leader of the stands in the front row, wrapped in a black down jacket, waved his hand sharply forward.

Immediately, tens of thousands of fans erupted in cheers.

"Forward!! Towards our battlefield!—"

Amid the watchful eyes of the surrounding police, the massive procession marched toward the stadium, swaggering through the city, their loud singing echoing across the sky.

Amstel Stadium is a world-famous stadium.

This place has been the birthplace of countless legendary football stars and has also witnessed many fascinating stories.

This place witnessed the glory of Amsterdam Sport!
It also coincided with the low point of Amsterdam Athletic!
The only constant is that group of fans.

When the team performs poorly, they will criticize fiercely, they will break down, and they will get angry, but every weekend, they will still come to this stadium to support the team they love.

This is the home stadium of Amsterdam Athletic!
This is the glorious land they defend together!

Today, in the 26th round of the 2026/2027 Eredivisie season, Atlético Amsterdam will host Brave Rotterdam.

Lek Sports, Eredivisie live stream.

Zhan Jing and Zhang Lu reappeared in the commentary booth.

These two don't commentate on every match. Their main job is commentating on the Premier League and the Champions League, but they will step in temporarily when the Eredivisie enters a crucial match, or when Wei Lai has a chance to play.

Most of the time, the Dutch Eredivisie matches are commentated by the newly signed commentator Duan Jiang.

"They're here! We can see the players from both sides have entered the field to warm up!"

Zhan Jing carefully examined the footage, but it was all fleeting, or focused on heavyweight stars like Konrad Lehmann or Felix. It was difficult for them to spot Wei Lai.

After all, this is the Dutch Eredivisie, and Wei Lai isn't famous enough; he's practically invisible.

After searching for a while, I vaguely saw a black-haired boy, but the camera quickly turned away.

Zhan Jing said with some regret;

"Sporting Amsterdam's situation in the Eredivisie has improved somewhat, but it's still not easy. They are still 21 points behind league leaders PSV Eindhoven!"

"Athletico Amsterdam is currently fifth in the standings!"

Zhang Lu nodded: "That's the situation at Atlético Amsterdam right now. Their only reliable attacking threat is Konrad Lehmann. Their midfield is all workhorses, whether it's Hendrick, Reyessa, or Kenny Taylor. They can do their job well, but asking them to do something special or show off their skills is asking too much."

"The seeds of this problem were sown six years ago when Beto Riholf left Atlético Amsterdam, and three years ago, Mkhitaryan's transfer exacerbated the situation."

"They lack forward attacking methods. They have a high possession rate, but their goal conversion rate is very low."

Zhan Jing nodded; "Too much ineffective ball possession, coupled with only Konrad Lehmann struggling to hold up the front line, makes it impossible to launch an effective attack."

Starting lineup.

Amsterdam Athletic (4-2-3-1):
Goalkeeper: Rutte.

Defenders: Gaeri, Shutak, Kadips, Lund.

Midfielders: Robinson, Reyessa, Kenny Taylor, Hendrick, Conrad Lehmann.

Forward: Felix.

"Still the same lineup, Hendrick and Reyessa partnering Kenny Taylor in midfield!"

Zhan Jing grinned and said, "Kenny Taylor is really not very suitable for the central midfield position. This position requires creativity and needs to serve the attack. We don't deny Kenny Taylor's ball control ability, but he is indeed not good enough in attack, which is why he was rejected by Napoli in Serie A!"

Kenny Taylor played for Napoli for two seasons, but due to poor performance, he eventually returned to Atlético Amsterdam.

"This match will likely see Konrad Lehmann playing primarily on the left wing again, with Felix playing as the center forward. However, Felix is ​​no longer the same player he was during his time at Liverpool in Merseyside!"

When Felix was mentioned, Zhan Jing's eyes were filled with regret.

As a fan of the Merseyside Reds, he once thought that Felix would lead the team to a legendary season.

But just when they thought everything was ready...

Felix underwent major surgery, and midfielder Hearts passed away unexpectedly.

A series of misfortunes caused the Merseyside Reds to fall from grace at what should have been a glorious moment.

When Felix returned, the once blond boy had lost his former sharpness, and the grand rescue plan failed to achieve its goal. In the end, Felix left for distant lands.

At this moment, the camera suddenly focused on the coaching bench, and behind the coaching bench was the substitute bench.

Everyone saw a black-haired boy chewing gum in the corner of the bench.

"Wei Lai!"

Zhan Jing's mood, which had been low, suddenly became high.

"After a four-month hiatus, he has a new hairstyle and looks very energetic. Judging from his expression, he doesn't seem to be under much pressure. We can look forward to seeing if Wei Lai will be able to play in this match."

Zhang Lu nodded excitedly and said, "There is still a chance that he will play. After all, as we analyzed before, this Amsterdam Athletic team lacks some direct attacking methods, and Wei Lai's 'Crescent Moon Slash' may bring different changes to this team."

"Moreover, the Rotterdam Warriors are very good at parking the bus, so when head coach Morton brought Wei Lai along, it was probably because he had the idea of ​​playing a high ball crossing style."

The comments section instantly became lively.

"Wei Lai! Finally, we see someone!"

'My God! Four months! How did I get through those four months?!'

'Williams fans say they haven't seen the Moonsweet in four months!'

'After winning the championship, he simply disappeared. Wei Lai is truly resilient!'

'Probably to avoid disturbing others, after all, this is the Dutch Eredivisie, and it's difficult to keep up with the pace!'

'Go Wei Lai! Try your best to get on the court!'

At the training base of Jiaozhou Weili, Yang Fan, Zhao Lei and others couldn't help but smile when they saw Wei Lai.

He Chaoyue also turned on the live broadcast of the match at the Spanish club Dorsançon.

Xiang Ming was also following the match from Belgium.

Bohai Port, at Wei Lai's home.

Wei Chenggong and his wife are wearing Atlético Amsterdam jerseys.

Wei Chenggong took a big gulp of wine and shouted, "Son! Show some spirit!"

Chen Qian said confidently, "Xiao Lai can definitely do it! He played very well in the country."

Wei Chenggong wanted to explain to Chen Qian what the Dutch Eredivisie and Amsterdam Athletic meant, and that they were not on the same level as Jiaozhou Willy.

But in the end, he gave up.

Chen Qian had no idea about this!

Amstel Stadium, Netherlands.

Wei Lai sat there quietly, chewing gum, and turned his head to look over.

The players from both sides have entered the field, and the match is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)