Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 233 He's here to teach.

Chapter 233 He's here to teach.
The weather in the Netherlands in July is very comfortable.

The temperature is between 25 and 18 degrees Celsius. At noon, you might feel a bit hot under the blazing sun, but if you find a cool spot, you can still feel the refreshing breeze.

More than a month has passed since the league ended in May.

For Wei Lai, this period of time was almost entirely spent in training.

He needs to develop quickly, after all, this season there is not only the league, but also the Europa League that they need to compete in.

Wei Lai is currently unable to accurately assess his own strength at a certain level in Europe.

But given the pressure of the European competition, he must be prepared.

"Pass!"

A simulated classroom, Coach Alvin's graduation assessment.

Wei Lai had already forgotten how many times he had been tested.

But after initially struggling to adapt, they've now started playing quite well.

This is the result of adaptation and team cohesion achieved through a series of matches.

Wei Lai unloaded the ball to his left, but did not stop it completely. Instead, he gently laid the bouncing ball down with his calf.

He adjusted his footwork with small steps, then turned sideways and passed the ball laterally with his left foot.

"Good message!"

Teammates immediately provided support.

Wei Lai neither stopped what he was doing nor responded to his teammates.

Arsenal needs to constantly run forward and into open spaces in attack.

When Wei Lai reached open space again, his teammate immediately passed the ball to him.

Unload the ball, turn around, and pass it again.

Whether it's controlling the ball and passing it or making a one-touch pass, Wei Lai tries his best to integrate into this rapid passing and movement pattern.

Although he is still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

But it's much better than it was at the beginning.

boom!
His teammate's pass was a bit too long, and Wei Lai controlled the ball with his thigh, but by the time he tried to adjust, it was already too late.

He subconsciously looked up into the distance.

"Don't lift the ball too high!"

His teammates immediately shouted.

Wei Lai grinned as he tried his best to hold the ball down, awkwardly making a downward pass.

In fact, he failed to observe in time for this pass; he almost passed the ball into the space in his mind based on his understanding of the tactical running route.

boom!
Fortunately, he succeeded this time!
Wei Lai continued running forward without stopping, with a full-back wearing a white jersey to his side.

This guy is very fast, and he's given Wei Lai a lot of trouble in the matches these past few days.

But as he got to know the game better over the days, Wei Lai gradually adapted to his playing style.

"We can't fight head-on!"

The moment Wei Lai noticed the opponent's movement, he suddenly stopped.

Instead of continuing his sprint, he paused in the area diagonally behind him, opening up entirely new space.

This would leave the other party with two choices.

First, run to the wing alongside your own winger.

Second: Stop and limit yourself.

But clearly, the first option has higher priority, and he doesn't think he can pose any threat.

The space has been opened up!
"Pass the ball!"

Noticing the opponent's movement, Wei Lai immediately called for the pass.

Snapped!
Wei Lai pursed his lips as he watched the ball roll towards him.

His position was closer to the left, so he could only grit his teeth and try his best to control his body posture as he used his left foot to chop the ball.

The ball was lobbed towards the far post. The quality of the pass wasn't high; it couldn't produce the same precise landing point and curve as the right foot.

Fortunately, they had already disrupted the other side's formation.

There was no one marking him at the far post, so even though Wei Lai's pass wasn't of high quality, his teammates still followed up.

Under Wei Laixi's expectant gaze, he met the falling ball and swung his right foot to shoot directly.

Swish!
The ball goes into the net!

"Oh yeah!"

Wei Lai excitedly pumped his fist in celebration, almost bouncing off the ground.

He desperately wanted to hug his teammate and give him a big kiss.

Ding!
The system notification sound was like heavenly music at that moment.

[Graduation assessment completed, a successful assist!]

Wei Lai plopped down on the ground, exhausted but unable to contain his joy.

Finally!
After nearly two months, I finally completed the course.

The gift of having two feet is beckoning him!

"congratulations!"

As the space shifted, Coach Aleven's figure slowly came into view, and the mist on his face began to dissipate.

Soon, a face that looked exactly like a hard-boiled egg came into view.

Coach Aleven smiled and said, "My name is San Diego Cazorla, and I'm happy to be of help to you."

Wei Lai looked at Coach Cazorla and smiled, "Thank you for your guidance during this time!"

Cazorla nodded: "My course is over. I will pass on the talent you desire to you, and I will continue to watch over you, hoping you will become an outstanding player."

After a pause, Coach Cazorla suddenly said:

"I know you really want to perform and get playing time. I hope you can be more careful about this. Make sure you manage your physical condition well and don't let your body get fatigued. Also, pay attention to your knees and ligaments. Remember! Try your best to avoid injuries, especially serious ones!"

Wei Lai nodded; "Professional athletes cannot avoid injuries, but I will take your advice and take good care of my body."

Cazorla then smiled and said, "Great!"

His figure slowly disappeared.

At the same time, Wei Lai felt a strange change in his body.

But I can't quite put my finger on it.

Until Coach Cazorla disappeared without a trace, Wei Lai also gained a brand new talent.

Wei Lai currently possesses several talents.

Coach Kanté's game analysis.

Coach Casemiro's cardiovascular endurance.

Coach Beckham's absolute sense of three-dimensional space.

Coach Xavi's control of the tempo.

Tactical understanding.

Now it is the sixth talent, which is also an intuitive physical talent: 'bipedal ability'.

"Try it!"

Wei Lai immediately placed the ball in front of him and swung his left foot to unleash a powerful shot.

The ball flew forward with a beautiful arc and landed precisely on the ground.

After making the pass, Wei Lai remained stationary.

"It feels great!"

Wei Lai pursed his lips: "But there are some problems too."

He has always been a right-footed player, so subconsciously he leans towards his right foot.

Wei Lai sensed something was off during his run-up.

Out of habit, my body tends to lean more towards my right foot.

Wei Lai wasn't born bipedal, so this situation is understandable; he just needs to keep honing his left foot.

"So we still need to develop it gradually!"

The problem of the left foot being the reverse foot has been resolved.

However, to achieve complete balance between the left and right feet, continuous training is required to quickly bring the strength of the left foot to the same level as the right foot.

Only in this way can he become a true bipedal monster.

"take it easy!"

A smile appeared on Wei Lai's lips.

Anyway, the most critical problem has been solved. His left leg is a bit weak, but he can already be considered a bipedal monster.

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, and Wei Lai yawned as he slowly got out of bed.

He moved very quietly, but he still woke up his roommate.

"Are we going to training?"

Diego Ruma rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and looked at Wei Lai.

Wei looked at the other person and asked, "What time did you go to sleep last night?"

Diego Ruma: "I'll sleep when you're asleep."

After saying that, the two went to the bathroom together to wash their faces and further dispel any drowsiness.

Tons, tons, tons!
Diego Ruma took two cups from the cup rack, stuffed some tea leaves into them, and then chugped in hot water.

This is a type of tea from South America called mate.

Diego Ruma loved to drink, and he would always prepare a serving for Wei Lai.

"for you!"

Wei Lai accepted it and thanked him.

Mate tea has a bitter taste that turns sweet at first.

Wei Lai doesn't drink tea, so he couldn't figure out the intricacies of the place, but he felt it was pretty good and a rather novel experience.

Moreover, this was also a gesture of goodwill from Diego Ruma, which he wouldn't refuse.

Over the course of more than a month, Wei Lai had gained some understanding of Diego Ruma. Previously, Wei Lai's knowledge of Diego Ruma was based on media portrayals from his previous life.

Young and rich, loves parties, likes beautiful women, etc.
European media seem to have a stereotypical view of these South American players, with 'lack of self-discipline' being a key factor.

But this is precisely the reputation left by many South American players, and it's hard to change.

But the real Diego Ruma, Wei Lai felt, was a very hardworking person.

He clearly understands his goals and puts in the effort and dedication required.

Seventeen is an age when most people are playful, but he was able to endure the loneliness and undergo the tedious training again and again.

Geniuses have the advantage of natural talent, making them more likely to succeed, but it's not absolute.

But a hardworking genius is a different story.

For example, Diego Ruma or He Chaoyue are this type of people. Although they are beneficiaries of their talent, they did not squander it. Instead, they continuously accumulated and worked hard to redeem their talent.

This also led to Diego Ruma's future rise to the top of the football world.

Slurp!
Slurp!
The two drank mate tea as they walked towards the training field.

Diego Ruma, with a thermos cup slung over his arm, sipped his tea and looked at Wei Lai, saying, "Is today assembly day?"

Wei Lai nodded.

On July 15th, Atlético Amsterdam called up its players to prepare for the new season.

By today, all first-team players must have arrived at the training base.

For example, Felix and Conrad Lehmann arrived in Amsterdam yesterday.

"You look a little nervous?"

Diego Ruma noticed the hint of worry between Wei Lai's brows and couldn't help but ask.

“It’s not nervousness,” Wei Lai shook his head. “It’s just some pressure, after all, I will be rotating with Musar.”

In early July, Atlético Amsterdam announced that Italian midfield maestro Francis Mussar had joined the club on a free transfer.

Musar's arrival put immense pressure on Wei Lai, after all, he's a former midfield maestro!

Although he is already 34 years old and his condition has declined a lot, this is not someone that a novice like him can mess with.

However, Wei Lai also understands the coaching staff, since there are European competitions to come in addition to the league, and they will definitely need some strong players who can contribute immediately.

Therefore, Musar's arrival is intended to make the overall lineup more balanced.

In his understanding, the coaching staff cannot place all their bets on him. With such an experienced midfield maestro in charge, the overall team's margin for error is greatly increased.

At 7 a.m., the morning exercise team regrouped.

Felix and Konrad Lehmann arrived at the stadium, but Diego Ruma was also there.

The three exchanged brief greetings, the first two of whom were not particularly fond of Diego Ruma.

European football is realistic; he cannot gain the approval of the core group until he demonstrates his value and ability.

Diego Ruma was able to participate in morning exercises mainly because he and Wei Lai were roommates.

Wei Lai stepped on the ball and glanced briefly at Felix and Konrad Lehmann.

The former maintained excellent physical fitness, and clearly did not indulge during the holiday.

The latter definitely indulged himself, but this guy's physical condition was too good, and he got back into shape in just two weeks.

"Let's continue!"

Konrad Lechmann shouted, "Let's go all out this season!"

Wei Lai silently pulled the ball and ran to the left side.

"They've rebelled!" Conrad Lehmann pointed to his right: "Over there!"

Wei glanced at the opponent, then suddenly swung his left foot and slammed it hard into the ball.

The ball followed a beautiful trajectory and nestled into the net.

Swish!
Konrad Lehmann stared blankly at Wei Lai, then slowly opened his mouth.

"You can use your left foot?"

Wei Lai: "I have a relatively balanced foot with no weak foot! I've trained it!"

Felix was stunned for a moment, then he covered his forehead and grinned, "What a surprise!"

He could already imagine Wei Lai using both hands to shoot arrows, constantly assisting him in the new season.

The terrifying thing about bipedal monsters is that they don't have a reverse foot.

They can launch attacks directly from anywhere on the field.

Diego Ruma clenched his fist slightly; he had been dealt another blow.

He was hailed as a genius in Argentina, and he was well aware of his own immense talent.

But during the month or so that he was roommates with Wei Lai, he suffered a series of setbacks.

Wei Lai's terrifying rate of growth made him doubt whether he was a genius.

With the call-up order issued by Atlético Amsterdam, the first-team players have officially assembled to prepare for the match.

There are some new faces in the first team, but some familiar faces are gone.

During the transfer window, player movements are perfectly normal.

For example, Kenny Taylor left Atlético Amsterdam during this transfer window and joined Hamburger SV in the Bundesliga.

At the same time, they also welcomed some brand-new combat forces.

Aside from the substitutes promoted from youth training and those who transferred in, two figures have attracted the most attention.

Former captain of Brazil and a key defender for AC Milan, Caccabanja.

Francis Mussar, the Italian midfield maestro, is hailed by the media as an "elegant violinist," whose feet are said to be able to play the violin.

Kakabania had slightly dark skin, a shaved head, and was 187 cm tall. He wasn't particularly muscular, but his defensive awareness was top-notch. In those days, a center-back with outstanding footwork was a rare find.

Francis Musar, with his long hair typical of Italian players, deep-set eyes, 178 cm tall, not particularly strong, always had a smile on his lips, and his blue eyes seemed to radiate light.

He was talking to Felix and Hendrick when, perhaps sensing some gazes, he turned his head to look.

Wei Lai and Musa looked at each other.

Wei Lai paused for a moment, then nodded and greeted him.

Musar nodded with a smile as well.

"For the next two weeks, there will be two training sessions a day!"

Pechan shouted the announcement, while Morton, standing to the side, stood with his hands behind his back, observing the players in front of him.

The training intensity during the preseason preparation period is very high!

There is one training session in the morning and one in the afternoon.

It also included physical training; you could say they trained like crazy, as long as they didn't die.

They will get the opportunity to play warm-up matches in August.

This is also in preparation for the league starting in mid-August.

Bang bang bang!
After two hours of intense training, they immediately moved into the team's warm-up match mode.

The entire first team was divided into three teams to compete against each other.

On the field, Wei Lai, Felix, and their team are dominating possession of the ball.

"To the left! Move it a bit!"

"You're in too much of a rush, come back and catch the ball!"

"Slow down! Good!"

Wei Lai's voice echoed throughout the stadium; as the midfield metronome, he controlled a large portion of possession.

The organization's work involves more than just using his feet; he also needs to use language to direct his teammates.

The ball was passed smoothly, and off the field, Mussar sat on the grass, with old man Morton next to him.

"Is it him?"

Musar watched Wei Lai constantly passing the ball and turned to say, "He's already playing very well."

During the transfer process, Mr. Morton had already told him what he needed to do at the club.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Musar understood this.

After all, when he was still an unnoticed young player, Mr. Morton defied all opposition to promote him. At the same time, in order to teach him how to play, he bought a semi-retired German midfielder to teach him.

It can be said that Morton played a crucial role in Mussal's current achievements.

Musar's transfer was more driven by a sense of gratitude.

Just as Morton once brought in German midfielder Coman to teach him, now it's Morton's turn to teach others.

However, after watching Wei Lai's performance in the game, he realized that there wasn't much he could teach him.

Or rather, for a 17-year-old to have this kind of understanding of competition is beyond the expected level.

"I want you to help him clarify his game strategy!"

Mr. Morton said, "He still lacks experience and sometimes makes some blind choices. You need to teach him how to handle these situations in matches or daily training."

what!
Musar smiled and said, "This is not difficult at all!"

Compared to when Professor Coman was himself, Wei Lai's abilities and skills are much more complete.

Mr. Morton turned his head and smiled, "Keep it up, you little rascal!"

Musar grinned.

He's already 34 years old, but the old man still prefers to use nicknames.

If it were anyone else, he would have started criticizing them long ago.

But he truly both respected and feared this old man!
"Is it my turn?" Musar patted his butt and got up.

Morton nodded; "Go and relieve Hendrick!"

Upon receiving the news, Pessan immediately called for a halt.

“McGen is out, Francis will take your place.”

The match on the field stopped, and everyone looked at Musar with confusion.

It's usually a team exchange, and it's rare for a single person to exchange.