Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 223 A Historic Team and Xavi

"Father!"

Antonio Alonso's residence.

Old Alonso stood in the living room, looking at his son's hopeful eyes, and slowly shook his head.

"They hope you can train here for a few more seasons; they have no intention of having you return at the moment!"

Alonso's eyes turned dejected; "I've done very well. I've scored six goals and provided five assists. If I could get more tactical support, I could do even better."

“Yes!” Old Alonso looked at his son and sighed, “You need to do better if you want to go back.”

He paused, then added, "PSV Eindhoven has offered Valencia a buyout deal."

Alonso abruptly raised his head, his pupils trembling.

Tell me, Valencia refused!

Alonso fell silent again.

Silence is the answer.

They respect your choice.

boom! boom! boom!
In the small ball court in the yard, Alonso kicked the ball with his head down, each kick harder and more intense than the last, until he slammed the ball into the wall and sent it flying out of the yard.

Alonso didn't pay attention to the ball; instead, he stood quietly in place.

His mind was in a mess.

Why does this happen?

Why on earth!
He entered Valencia's youth academy at the age of 9 and has always been regarded as a genius by his teammates and fans, with many people looking forward to his growth.

And I have fully met their expectations.

He started training with the U16 team at the age of 14.

He started training with the U18 team at the age of 15!

16-year-old trains in the reserve team!

He made his La Liga debut at the age of 17 with Valencia, a La Liga powerhouse, and achieved very good results.

But in just half a season, everything seemed to have changed.

He no longer played with such ease; he became lost and helpless during the game.

La Liga media outlets say he has hit a 'rookie wall' and that other La Liga teams have figured him out.

Some say that God took away his magic, making him mediocre.

Regardless of which version of events is used, Alonso did indeed gradually become disoriented and lost, transforming from a brilliant genius into someone who was completely lost.

His hard-earned status as a rotation starter was gradually taken away, and he became a substitute, occasionally getting a chance to play one or two games, and then gradually becoming unable to play.

With the transfer window closing and the coaching staff strengthening the midfield, he was completely removed from the tactical puzzle.

Until the end of the season, he was loaned to PSV Eindhoven in the Dutch Eredivisie.

Even here, he never gave up on returning.

He believed that Valencia had not given up on him; they were truly leveling up for him.

But with Eindhoven's offer of a buyout to Valencia, and the phrase "respect your own wishes," all dreams shattered.

Yes!

They gave up on themselves!
The team he loved and was proud of told him in a cold tone that they no longer needed him.

"call!"

Alonso looked up and sighed heavily before walking out of the yard to search for his ball.

As soon as he pushed open the door and stepped out, he saw a boy standing at the door.

The boy had a head of fluffy black hair, wore a black and white Nike training outfit and training pants, and most importantly, had his own ball tucked under his arm.

"mine!"

Alonso reached out to the boy, asking for the ball.

The boy stared at him in astonishment.

Alonso was not surprised by this, given his high profile in both Eindhoven and Valencia.

"My ball!"

Alonso spoke again.

The boy still did not react.

Alonso then sighed; "I understand, wait a moment."

After saying that, he went back into the house, and when he came out, he had a marker in his hand.

He pulled up the black-haired boy's training uniform and quickly signed his name.

"Is this okay? You can give me the ball now."

He practically snatched the ball from the black-haired boy before impatiently walking into the villa.

Wei Lai stood there dumbfounded. He looked down at the signature on his training uniform before he suddenly realized what had happened.

"Damn it! My brand new tracksuit! Are you crazy?! Who asked for your autograph?!"

Inside the hotel below the Amsterdam Arena in Eindhoven.

Wei Lai was in the bathroom, hand sanitizing his hands and frantically rubbing the signature on his training uniform.

Inside the room, Conrad Lehrman and Felix were rolling around on the bed laughing.

"Hahahaha! So... so he mistook you for a fan? And even gave you an autograph? Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!" Felix was also overjoyed, so much so that he couldn't straighten his back.

"If the fans of Atlético Amsterdam find out that you got Alonso's autograph, they will forever shame you!"

boom!
Wei Lai slammed the door and stormed out, angrily saying, "A ball flew out of nowhere for no reason, and I kindly picked it up for him, and he signed it for me, even on my new clothes! Is he out of his mind?!"

Hahahahaha! !

The two of them laughed until tears almost came out.

This is really embarrassing.

"Don't you know how to refuse?" Conrad Lehmann asked, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes.

Wei Lai said angrily, "At first I didn't realize what was going on, and later I couldn't understand what he was saying. I never expected to run into him there. After all, when I was playing in youth training in Spain, this guy had already made it to La Liga. It was quite a shock to me."

"So, you really are his fan?" Felix raised an eyebrow.

Wei Lai: "Bullshit!"

After saying that, he grinned, held up the hand sanitizer, and said, "Where's the laundry detergent? This stuff doesn't work!"

“Give up!” Felix waved his hand; “Laundry detergent can’t remove marker marks.”

"You can keep it!"

Conrad Lehmann mimed zipping up his lips and said, "Don't worry! We won't tell, we're tight-lipped!"

After saying that, the two looked at each other.

Their eyes slowly curved into a smile, their mouths gradually bulged, and with a "poof," they burst into laughter again.

Konrad Lehmann slapped his thigh and laughed nonstop.

Felix buried his head in the blankets and kept sobbing.

"Annoying!"

Wei Lai rolled his eyes, turned around and went into the bathroom to continue washing clothes.

After rubbing for a long time, he finally gave up.

He can't rub this off!

boom! boom! boom!
In the simulated lesson, Wei Lai was constantly passing the ball around the field, while also making various off-the-ball runs.

The puppeteer coach watched from afar as Wei Lai calmly observed and responded to different situations, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

"As an organization, its core is rhythm, and its foundation is ball control!"

"A technique that involves controlling the ball, managing the rhythm, passing it around in a familiar rhythm and environment, and constantly applying pressure to the opponent."

"Whether it's passing, getting rid of opponents, or dribbling, these are all ways to maintain possession of the ball. The key is to maintain the situation."

boom!
Wei Lai's lateral pass this time was much longer, crossing a player and passing to the other half of the field. At the same time, he dropped back a distance to ensure he was in an open position and ran to receive the pass.

"Short passes are suited to a fast pace, while long passes are suited to a slow pace. How to strike this balance is the question that the metronome needs to consider."

The puppeteer coach watched as Wei Lai made frequent passes, including short passes, slightly longer passes, dribbling, off-the-ball runs, and even some forward runs, but all of these were done while maintaining ball control and rhythm.

Meanwhile, as these elements slowly combine, a giant spider web is gradually forming on the court.

A complex web of relationships centered around Wei Lai, connecting him with his teammates.

As Wei Lai moved the spider web, the opponent's formation kept shifting and changing. As the players ran, the old spaces disappeared and new spaces appeared.

The ball navigates through these spaces and eventually appears where it should be.

Snapped!
A teammate played a through ball, and the forward immediately followed up with a close-range shot that found the back of the net.

"Yes!"

The moment he scored, Wei Lai jumped up excitedly.

He looked excitedly at the puppeteer coach and cheered, "I did it! I did it!"

After nearly half a year of training, he finally managed to deliver a guiding pass that combined rhythm and intensity.

Six months ago, this would have been an unthinkable dream, but now Wei Lai has truly succeeded.

"Yes! You succeeded!" the puppeteer coach smiled. "Do you understand?"

Wei Lai nodded vigorously:

"Don't let the rhythm lead you, try to control the rhythm, whether it's passing, getting rid of the ball, running off the ball, or even pressing, all of these are fine. The key is how to create the space I want."

The puppeteer coach clapped his hands with a smile and said, "Congratulations! You finally understand what guided transmission is. You are now a qualified metronome."

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can take the graduation exam now!"

Wei Lai was stunned for a moment:
"So suddenly?" The puppeteer coach shrugged. "Actually, it should have been faster, but you were so fixated on the pace that you wouldn't listen to my advice at all. Otherwise, you would have graduated a month ago."

Wei Lai blinked; "Was the assessment difficult?"

The puppeteer coach stroked his chin: "From a certain perspective, it's very easy!"

"what?"

Before Wei Lai could think further, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

A deafening roar of cheers filled his ears, and before he knew it, Wei Lai was already in a competition arena.

[Assessment requirement: Successfully launch an attack!]

"cheer!"

Hearing the puppeteer's coach's voice, Wei Lai immediately focused his attention.

"Remember! If there's a problem, pass the ball to number six or number ten!"

Wei Lai immediately turned his head to look, and he saw his teammate number 6 on his right, and a teammate number 10 in front of him.

Both of them had a misty fog over their faces, making it impossible to see their features.

And behind him was...
"Coach Busquets?"

Busquets winked at Wei Lai and simultaneously passed the ball to him.

Wei Lai immediately looked up to observe.

"quick!"

His teammates called for a pass, and Wei Lai immediately made a cross pass.

Teammate number six receives the ball and passes it forward.

Without stopping the ball, his teammate number ten passed it back to him, and he immediately started moving forward.

After he finished advancing, he suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head and looked at Wei Lai.

"This is so embarrassing!"

Wei Lai was embarrassed, realizing he hadn't followed the opponent's train of thought; there had indeed been space to pass the ball in just now.

But the time to hesitate was already gone.

"Don't rush! Take your time! Your teammates are all very strong."

The puppeteer coach said slowly, "They will help you. You just need to follow the previous training content and make guiding passes."

Wei Lai took a deep breath and immediately passed the ball out.

At the same time, run to one side of the space to make a receiving move.

The moment his teammate passed the ball, Wei Lai immediately flicked it forward with the instep.

Snap!
Number 10 suddenly flicked the ball laterally, and number 6 immediately followed up, dribbling the ball forward.

Dang Dang!

The incredibly fluid and seamless fritters, the defensive player.

"Oops!"

When Wei Lai saw that Number Six was surrounded, he immediately followed.

"Return!"

But to his astonishment, he discovered that the guy hadn't passed the ball back at all; instead, he somehow managed to chip the ball with his foot.

The ball flew diagonally forward, and there, number ten suddenly surged forward, using his thigh to control the ball—no, that wasn't controlling the ball, but rather using his thigh to dribble forward, and the ball landed perfectly.

The moment the ball hit the ground, he swept it again with his right foot.

The ball wasn't fast, but it was extremely tricky, rolling smoothly into the far corner.

Ding!
System notification sound.

[Graduation assessment completed]

Wei Lai: "."

"Hahaha! I told you, the assessment is easy." The puppeteer coach's voice carried a hint of mischief: "Keep experiencing it, playing football with them will be a different feeling!"

Wei Lai immediately nodded and refocused on the game.

boom! boom! boom!
The passing was so fast it was almost overwhelming.

Wei Lai was completely unable to think.

Compared to playing football, he felt like he was being passively turned into a 'wall' by the rhythm of the game.

That's right!

His teammates used him as a wall, and the moment Wei Lai lost the ability to independently assess the situation, he had already lost the opportunity to communicate with these people on an equal footing.

Even so, his teammates were still able to break through the opponent's defenses with their terrifying individual skills.

Wei Lai felt superfluous; even without him, they could win the game.

"Feel it all! The opponent isn't strong! So, you can calmly experience everything," the puppeteer coach said slowly. "This group is known as the third dynasty of the dream team!"

He announced with a proud tone:
"They are my teammates too!"

Wei Lai stared with his mouth agape.

He had no idea how strong this team was, not even having a concept of it.

Sometimes, he couldn't even react, and just stood there like a stake.

Even so, these amazing teammates still managed to carry him to victory.

Football is a team sport; if you are missing a player, you will be in a very passive situation.

But Wei Lai felt that this group of people were on a completely different level from their opponents.

I feel like I'm superfluous!
thump!
Wei Lai plopped down on the ground; the match was over.

But he was still in a daze.

He didn't know how he played for 90 minutes, nor did he know how the game was won.

It ended inexplicably, and we won inexplicably.

"What level is this?" Wei Lai asked blankly.

The puppeteer coach slowly walked up to Wei Lai, who slowly squatted down, and the fog in front of him gradually dissipated.

"Historic!"

Wei Lai finally saw the puppeteer coach's face clearly.

Wei Lai thought the puppeteer coach would be as elegant and handsome as Raphael, but in fact, his overall facial features were quite ordinary, which was not handsome at all.

Black curly hair, square face, and slightly sunken eye sockets.

Seeing Wei Lai's expression, the puppeteer coach couldn't help but laugh; "Looks like my appearance disappointed you?"

Wei Lai grinned; "It's a little different, but my intuition is never reliable."

The puppeteer coach patted Wei Lai on the shoulder and smiled, "Trust your instincts!"

After saying that, he slowly stood up and said, "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Javier Hernandez, and you can call me Coach Xavi!"

Wei Lai patted his bottom and stood up: "Are you leaving?"

Harvey nodded: "That's right, I should go now, my teaching is over."

Wei Lai pursed his lips; "I would like to hear more of your suggestions, such as the future direction of development."

Harvey held up three fingers.

"Aside from technical deficiencies, there are three other areas: game reading, vision control, and long-range shooting!"

“First of all, Kante’s game reading is no longer enough for you. You need to take advanced lessons from another attacking midfielder and acquire that talent.”

"Secondly, your perspective is not broad enough, which also requires you to attend advanced courses."

"Finally, there's long-range shooting. A qualified midfielder must have the ability to shoot from long range."

After a pause, Xavi thought for a moment and said, "If you want to improve your abilities as soon as possible, I'll give you two directions. The first is long-range shooting ability, which will allow you to switch freely between passing and long-range shooting modes at long distances."

"Second: Bipedalism, which can quickly improve your combat power. Whether on the left or right, whether with your left foot or your right foot, you can kick that curved ball. This will become a major feature for you in the early stages, and at the same time, it can greatly improve the team's attacking ability and help you secure a starting position."

Coach Harvey practically told him to choose bipedalism as his next course.

Wei Lai blinked: "I think I know what to choose."

"Brilliant!" Coach Harvey laughed heartily.

Wei Lai: "Do you have any recommendations?"

Wei Lai never wants to encounter a coach like Pogba again.

Harvey smiled. "Coincidentally, I know someone who is also my teammate, but before that, you need to complete a test."

Wei Lai paused for a moment, then grinned.

That's right!

He also needs to take a graduation exam for the advanced course "Glory of 1992"!

Wei Lai couldn't help but sigh; "I have a match tomorrow!"

Coach Harvey smiled and said, "Go for it!"

His figure gradually faded away.