Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 226 Vampire Roy

Beep!
A sharp whistle sounded.

The stadium fell silent the moment the referee pointed to the penalty spot in the 41st minute.

After conceding two goals in a row, the referee's decision will definitely be slightly biased towards PSV Eindhoven to ease the opponent's emotions.

But inside the penalty area, the continuous scissor tackles were right under his nose, and he couldn't pretend not to see them.

Konrad Lehmann got up from the ground and carried the ball to the penalty spot.

"Konrad Lehmann took the penalty. PSV Eindhoven's performance in this match was below par, and they may have been down by three goals by halftime."

Dutch commentator Van Gaal grinned.

In the first half of the season, PSV Eindhoven scored three goals against Atlético Amsterdam in 90 minutes.

In the second half of the season, Atlético Amsterdam could score three goals against them in 45 minutes.

The camera focuses on Konrad Lehmann.

The Austrian calmly looked at the goal, then suddenly ducked and took a run-up, making a slight change in rhythm with his feet. Just as the goalkeeper shifted his weight, he suddenly shot in the opposite direction.

Swish!
The ball went into the net.

PSV Eindhoven 0-3 Atletico Amsterdam!

The previously bustling stadium fell silent, with a small number of Amsterdam Sporting fans shouting at the home fans, and the two sides exchanging insults across the stands.

But this did not diminish the overall sense of silence in the stadium.

The first half has ended.

Dutch commentator Van Gaal said:
"After 45 minutes of play, Atlético Amsterdam surprised everyone by scoring three goals away from home."

"Through this match, other Eredivisie teams need to consider a question: perhaps the Eredivisie champions are slowly awakening."

Atletico Amsterdam is the undisputed champion of the Eredivisie, a consensus among all teams.

Even after six long years of silence, many teams are still overshadowed by that super club that swept through the Dutch league.

They witnessed the heyday of Atlético Amsterdam, so they knew very well that the moment this red and white team awoke, their roar would not only shake the Netherlands, but even Europe!
"Hahaha, did you see the expressions on those pathetic bastards' faces? This is truly gratifying!"

"With a three-goal lead at halftime, we had basically won the game."

"Hey! Felix, if this were you ten years ago, you'd have a hat trick by now!"

Konrad Lehmann laughed and joked.

Felix turned and retorted, "Ten years ago, you wouldn't even be qualified to be my teammate."

Instantly, the smile on Conrad Lehmann's lips vanished.

The others couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Don't mess with Felix.

Because this guy really did stand at the top of the world.

"How are you feeling?" Old Master Morton walked over to Wei Lai and patted him on the shoulder to ask.

Wei Lai turned his head: "I'm in great shape."

Mr. Morton nodded: "Ten more minutes!"

Wei Lai nodded to indicate that he understood.

Meanwhile, Mr. Morton gestured for Reyes to go outside and warm up, preparing to replace Wei Lai.

All eyes were on Wei Lai.

There was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

After this match, Wei Lai and Reyesa may need to be rotated.

From a third substitute to a starting position in just three games, Wei Lai's rapid rise is terrifying even for Atlético Amsterdam.

But Wei Lai's performance was fine!

Moreover, he just happens to be a piece of the puzzle that Amsterdam Athletic needs.

Among this group of reckless brutes, they really need a 'brain' to tell them exactly how to play football.

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Unsurprisingly, PSV Eindhoven became incredibly impulsive and irritable.

Their pressing movements were very aggressive and dangerous. Even when Wei Lai made a quick pass, he was retaliated against and tackled twice.

If Wei Lai is like this, one can only imagine what the forwards like Konrad Lehmann are like.

It's understandable that PSV Eindhoven became so agitated after falling behind by three goals at home.

However, Atlético Amsterdam was not to be underestimated, and the increased physical confrontations between the two sides led to many unnecessary and malicious fouls in the game.

"Replace Wei!"

Mr. Morton frowned slightly and immediately made a decision.

At 55 minutes, exactly ten minutes into the game, Wei Lai was substituted off the field.

Reyesa came on as a substitute, replacing Wei Lai.

This is also part of Atlético Amsterdam's efforts to strengthen their defense.

"Athletic Amsterdam substituted the young Chinese player. In 55 minutes, Wei delivered a near-perfect performance. He didn't seem like a 17-year-old at all; he played with incredible composure."

"But I need to congratulate Wei; after this game, he may get more playing time!"

Wei Lai's performance is enough to prove that he can establish himself in the Dutch Eredivisie and even help the team.

Atletico Amsterdam won't let a player like that go to waste.

"Come on! Sit down!"

Pessan personally led Wei Lai to the bench and sat him down, while squatting down and pressing Wei Lai's calf muscle with his thumb.

"Is it sour?"

Wei Lai frowned: "A little!"

"What about here?"

Pei Shang pressed on Wei Lai's anterior tibialis muscle.

"It's sour too!"

Pessan nodded and stood up; "Tomorrow, the club will arrange a comprehensive medical examination for you, and I will take you there then."

"A medical examination? Wasn't a medical examination conducted when you joined the franchise?"

Wei Lai asked.

Peschan: "It's different! This is for your health, and also to let the coaching staff better understand your physical condition."

Wei Lai nodded and said, "Okay! I understand."

Wei Lai calmed himself down and quietly watched the game.

After he left the field, the game became even more intense.

There has been a significant increase in confrontations and conflicts.

Eindhoven committed a foul, and Atlético Amsterdam immediately retaliated.

The two sides were evenly matched, neither willing to give an inch.

At 77 minutes, an unexpected event occurred.

In a fierce aerial duel, Reyesa clashed with the opposing center forward. Upon landing, he lost his balance and slammed his shoulder hard onto the ground.

Reyesa was unable to get up after this fall.

The team doctor rushed onto the field to examine the player and ultimately declared that he was unable to continue the game.

Atlético Amsterdam had to use another player's spot to substitute Reyessa, who had just come on as a substitute.

On the sidelines, Reyesa, Pezzan, and the team doctor were gathered together.

The former was very emotional.

“I’m not injured, I don’t feel much pain, that’s not a problem.”

"No! Buddy, you're hurt!"

The team doctor issued a stern warning.

Reyes frowned, then suddenly turned to look at Wei Lai on the bench, and said firmly:

"I can hold on!"

After saying that, he stared at Pešan and said, "Let me finish this season. After the season ends, I will go for detailed treatment."

Pessan looked at Reyessa and couldn't help but sigh.

He knew the reason for Reesa's agitation.

Wei Lai's performance is getting better and better, and his starting position is becoming more and more unstable.

If Wei Lai gets injured at this point and is unable to play, it could lead to him playing more games.

He didn't know how long his recovery period would be, but he knew that by the time he returned, he might already be excluded from the main lineup.

Professional football is brutal!

Therefore, without affecting the game, he plans to undergo simple treatment and then receive proper treatment after the season ends.

"Let's go to the hospital first and hear the doctor's advice!"

Pessant waved his hand.

If the doctor says he can't continue, then he can't really ruin Reyessa's career.

Ultimately, Reyessa was taken away by the team doctor.

The match on the field was also coming to an end.

Instead of extending their lead, Atlético Amsterdam played steadily and methodically to secure the victory.

For them, the goal of revenge has been achieved. The key is to secure three points with the victory to guarantee Europa League qualification and strive to reach the Champions League qualifiers.

Finally, the match ended.

In the 28th round of the Eredivisie, PSV Eindhoven lost 0-3 to Sporting Amsterdam. In the next match, Erefeldt defeated Southfield 3-1 at home, taking the top spot in the standings.

It was already 8 p.m. when we arrived at the McCauley 100 training facility.

Because it was an away game, Morton did not conduct a post-match review, deciding to wait until tomorrow and directly announcing the disbandment.

Wei Lai was carrying his golf bag and was about to return to his dormitory when someone suddenly called out to him.

"Are you free right now?"

Konrad Lehmann looked at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai nodded and asked, "You're free? What's up?"

Conrad Lehmann raised an eyebrow; "Do you have an agent?"

Wei Lai shook his head directly.

"no!"

Upon hearing this, Conrad Lehmann slung a hand over Wei Lai's shoulder; "Someone wants to see you!"

There are three top agent tycoons in European football.

They are Van der Vaart from the Netherlands.

Joel Basnett of the United Kingdom.

Illantroy from Italy.

They are influential figures in the European transfer market, constantly moving between top European clubs through their star players.

Their every move, from sensational transfers to dramatic ones, has shocked the media and the world.

Meanwhile, in a private club in the Netherlands, Wei Lai sat opposite a large, imposing man.

She wore a black stand-up collar sweater, had a round face, and wore a kind smile.

He exudes a friendly, approachable, and amiable aura.

But this man is Elante Roy, a powerful agent who is feared by all the football giants, yet they are powerless against him.

'Vampire' Roy!
"Don't tell me that. If it's less than our quoted price, we won't even consider it! That's their problem. I only advocate for my clients' interests. Okay, I'm going to talk to a new client now."

Elant Roy put down his phone, looked at Wei Lai and laughed; "It's ridiculous, Manchester City only spent 100 million pounds to try and take Simeone away, it's a joke!"

Wei Lai looked at the other person without saying anything; he had no idea what this thing was.

A net worth of 100 million euros?
This was something Wei Lai couldn't even imagine.

Inside the private room at the club, there were only Wei Lai and Elant Roy.

Conrad Lehmann led Wei Lai to the entrance of the training base, and then the guy left.

Let's talk about our situation!

Elant Roy smiled at Wei Lai: "Originally, I came here to observe Antonio Alonso, but your performance has caught my attention. I smell money on you."

Wei Lai grinned; "Money? I'm only worth a few cents."

"Hahahaha!" Elant Roy laughed and waved his hand; "Of course not now, I mean your future net worth. If you succeed, your net worth will explode."

Wei Lai looked at Elant Roy; "Sir, has anyone ever said that you are like a gambler?"

Roy shrugged: "All agents are gamblers, but you're the most challenging one!"

Wei Lai: "You think I have potential after just one game?"

“Of course not!” Roy laughed. “I have a good friend named John Van Nestor!”

Wei Lai suddenly realized.

"Understood!"

"Ahem!" Elante Roy coughed lightly, extending his hand. "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Elante Roy, a professional football agent!"

"I've heard so much about you!" Wei Lai extended his hand. "My name is Wei Lai!"

"I won't waste any more words. First of all, if you choose to cooperate with me, as long as you secure a starting position at Atlético Amsterdam, I can get you into one of Europe's top clubs within two years!"

Listening to what the other person said, Wei Lai had no doubt that the fat man did indeed have this ability.

"Of course, if you want guaranteed playing time, then I have other options, it all depends on your wishes."

Wei looked at Elant Roy: "If you were my agent, what should I be doing right now?"

The latter looked at Wei Lai; "Don't do anything. Wait until the season ends, then talk to the club about your contract. May I ask what your current salary is?"

Wei Lai truthfully replied: "Weekly salary is 5000!"

Elant Roy paused for a moment.

Wei Lai noticed a hint of surprise in the other person's eyes, to which he could only grin.

This is already very high compared to before!

"Yes, the salary issue definitely needs to be discussed. If you can continue to get playing time at the end of the season, then asking for an average salary is not unreasonable. Of course, if you want more compensation, I can negotiate with the club, but I will not support this decision."

"For you, ensuring playing time is the most important thing, so while receiving an average salary, you should also request the club to sign a guarantee regarding playing time. This is the most crucial part."

Roy took a sip of red wine; "To put it bluntly, you don't have much leverage to negotiate with the club right now!"

Wei Lai nodded: "Anything else?"

"Of course, there's also career planning, which isn't limited to the competition arena. Developing your commercial value is also a part of it. Of course, this isn't free; our team will only help you with the planning if you sign a contract with us."

Wei Lai paused for a moment, then asked, "Can I go back and think about it?"

“Of course!” Roy said with a smile as he stood up. “I’ll take you back. I’ll be in the Netherlands for the next few days, so you can call me anytime.”

Wei Lai nodded, and he returned to the club's training base in Roy's vehicle once again.

Back in his dorm, Wei Lai quickly showered and immediately climbed into bed to sleep.

Simulated lessons, Premier League matches.

After a match, Wei Lai sat on the grass and looked at Coach Hairdryer and asked him a question;

"If I were a real player under your management, would you give me a starting opportunity?"

The hair dryer instructor turned his head, a slight grin spreading across his face, and let out a 'hilarious' laugh.

"All right!"

Wei Lai scratched his head awkwardly.

"An agent came to see me today, but I don't know what to do!"

The hair dryer coach looked at Wei Lai: "What level?"

Wei Lai; "Top European broker".

The hair dryer coach raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded, saying, "Sign with confidence!"

"Huh?" Wei Lai was stunned.

"Are you really going to sign it now? Aren't agency contracts supposed to be something you can't just sign casually?"

Hair dryer coach: "You can't just sign with any individual agent. They don't have many resources and will only keep taking advantage of you. But if it's a top agent, they have a legitimate agency. In the early stages, they won't take advantage of you; they'll even invest some resources to train you, which is a good thing for you!"

"To put it bluntly, they value your future, not your present. To them, your current value isn't even enough to buy them a bottle of wine."

Wei Lai blinked: "When the time comes, I'll bring the contract in for you to see. Can you help me review it?"

Wei Lai doesn't have many trustworthy people, but if it's a hair dryer coach, he would never harm himself.

"so troublesome!"

The hair dryer coach grunted and turned his head, saying, "Get ready to continue training!"

That’s a promise!
Wei Lai immediately jumped up and rushed onto the court with great joy.

The following day, at the Amsterdam training ground.

Based on the successful revenge in the previous match, the overall atmosphere became much more cheerful.

Teammates are communicating more frequently, and everyone feels they are becoming better.

Except for one person.

"Pull it open little by little, don't move too fast!"

On the sidelines, Wei Lai was undergoing muscle recovery training under the supervision of assistant coach Pescho.

In the morning, he went to participate in a comprehensive physical examination.

The final medical examination results were terrible.

Due to the long hours of competition and high-intensity training, Wei Lai's muscles have been in a state of high tension.

Simply put, it means the body is too fatigued and needs rest.

"Remember! No high-intensity training during this period," Pessan said coldly.

Wei Lai turned his head; "Even warm-up matches are out of the question?"

“No way!” Pessan exclaimed, his eyes wide.

This guy really doesn't know how terrible injuries can be. He's playing football with such a half-crippled body. Luckily, he's young and it was discovered early, otherwise, it could have caused a real problem.

Peschan rubbed his temples; the club's outdated medical examination equipment needed an upgrade.

If they hadn't gone to a professional hospital for a comprehensive check-up, they would have really had a serious problem.

"What about the match?" Wei Lai turned his head; "Even a minute in the previous minute is fine!"

Pessan kicked him and glared at him, saying, "Don't even think about it! Don't think about anything until you recover."

Morton looked at Wei Lai from afar, and he couldn't help but sigh.

It's a good thing that the players are training hard.

But training to the point of exhaustion is not an option!
Wei Lai's training methods have nothing to do with science; they are purely brute force.

I have no idea where this kid learned these training methods from.

Thankfully, it was discovered and stopped in time, otherwise it would have been ruined.

(End of this chapter)