Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 262 Robin

Eindhoven calmed down.

They have no choice but to remain calm!

Chaos and disorder cause their rationality to gradually disappear, but some people can use this to stab them in the back.

That feeling of instant heart palpitation and goosebumps was absolutely awful.

"Stabilize, let's get back into form first!"

Elkeson stepped on the ball, raised his index finger, and shouted loudly.

But Robinson, who was next to him, had already rushed up to press and steal the ball. His expression was still fierce, and his actions were extremely decisive.

He moved left and right continuously in front of Elkeson, anticipating Elkeson's possible passing routes.

At the same time, the other Amsterdam players also swarmed in, and they immediately began to restrict Elkeson's forward passing lanes.

"Damn it!"

Sweat streamed down Elkeson's face as his attempts to pass the ball were repeatedly anticipated by the opponent.

The ball was still at Elkeson's feet.

Robinson immediately closed in and pressed the ball closely.

"Get backup! Get backup!"

While fiercely battling Robinson, Exxon called for backup.

But no matter what, there just isn't a forward passing lane in sight.

"FXXK!"

Exxon cursed loudly.

"Push it up! Push it up!"

Wei Lai roared.

This guy has the ball for too long. Although it only looks like a few seconds, in the ever-changing world of professional sports, those few seconds are enough for them to form a siege.

"Force them to send it back!"

Felix also yelled.

High-pressing tactics are starting to show their value.

Under the relentless advance of the Amsterdam Atlético de Amsterdam players, Elkeson had no choice but to pass the ball back to seek space in the back.

However, the Amsterdam players bypassed Elkeson, once again attacking the ball's position behind him and cutting off passing lanes again.

"Damn it!"

PSV Eindhoven's center-back couldn't help but curse, as Felix and Robinson rushed over from the left and right, respectively, and the two of them almost blocked most of the passing lanes.

Peter turned and passed the ball to the other wing, intending to pass it to full-back Essien.

This was a decision made in a panic!

He was startled when he passed the ball.

"broken!"

The pass was too far and was a lateral pass; Diego Ruma's positioning was better to cover the passing lanes.

Swish!
The moment Diego Ruma saw the pass from Pieter, he immediately started running and intercepted the ball before Essien could reach it.

But instead of waiting, he directly passed the ball into the penalty area.

However, he and Felix did not think alike. Felix thought it was a cutback pass, so he waited a moment. The ball crossed the middle and was once again caught by PSV Eindhoven's full-back, Van Delitte.

However, Atlético Amsterdam's high pressing continued, and after seeing a risky move by Pieter's defense, he dared not take any more chances and launched a long ball forward.

"Van de Ligt launched a long ball, and facing Atlético Amsterdam's high-pressure pressing in the attacking third, they dared not take any more risks. Pieter's pass almost allowed Atlético Amsterdam to create a threat in the attacking third."

Van Gaal watched the game intently.

The course of this match took a dramatic turn for the worse.

Initially, PSV Eindhoven deliberately created chaos in an attempt to gain control of the midfield and drive attacks down the flanks.

But soon, they discovered a problem.

Amidst the chaos, Amsterdam seems to be even more adept at creating opportunities.

Wei Lai's ability to find opportunities amidst chaos forced them to abandon this style of play and seek to slow down and rethink their strategy.

But Amsterdam disagrees!
They didn't give Eindhoven a chance to think, let alone let them gradually regain their form.

Under repeated high pressing, PSV Eindhoven's defense made more mistakes and had to resort to long balls.

The price of kicking the ball long is losing possession!

"Hey! You cowards, is this the team you're so proud of?"

"They're all cowards, just like you! All they do is cower in the back and kick the ball long!"

"A defender who only knows how to kick long balls is cowardly, just like you guys!"

"In 20 minutes, how many threatening attacks or shots did you have? Zero! Hahaha!"

Amsterdam fans watched the game while chanting wildly towards the away fans' section of the Eindhoven stadium.

Weren't you jumping around a lot before the competition?
Don't you like to question our honors?
Didn't you say you were the rising stars of the Eredivisie?

come on!

Prove it!
boom!
"Wei Lai received the ball in the attacking third. Everyone was passing the ball to Wei Lai frequently throughout the game, which clearly showed their trust in his ability to initiate attacks under such intense circumstances!"

Duan Jiang shouted, "Wei Lai is definitely the attacking engine of Atlético Amsterdam!"

After receiving the ball, Wei Lai subconsciously looked up at the far end.

It was almost a habit that he was looking for Conrad Lehmann, but he didn't find him.

Wei Lai didn't rush to pass the ball, but observed it for a moment longer.

Wei Lai only passed the ball back to Mussal after Alonso charged toward him.

"You take command!"

After Alonso left, Musar handed the ball and control of the ball directly to Wei Lai.

Musar excels at the kind of offensive that advances according to idealized tactics within a predetermined framework.

Simply put, it means creating opportunities by relying on overall movement within a holistic perspective.

But Wei Lai is different!
He is more adept at utilizing area and space, and also has the decisiveness to seize opportunities.

Musar believes that at this stage, Wei Lai is more suitable to lead the pace.

Wei Lai began to move laterally, with Felix and Musar retreating in front of him.

The two players formed a wall, passing the ball to each other and helping Wei Lai successfully transfer it to the left side, while Wei Lai also ran from the right side to the left.

In a short while, he returned to the right side, and after some time, he reappeared on the left side.

Wei Lai began to move laterally frequently to the left and right sides.

"Not bad!"

Mr. Morton raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded.

Pei Shang said nervously, "Wei's frequent movements are also stretching the space behind us."

After saying that, he wanted to call Wei Lai to the right, but was stopped by old man Morton.

"Let him keep kicking like that!"

Mr. Morton's eyes were bright and piercing.

"The eleven positions on the field are labels to outsiders, grids for coaches to arrange their formations. But the situation on the field changes in an instant, and grids cannot contain geniuses. A midfielder who can only dribble in his own area is incompetent, just like a defender who can only kick long balls is weak!"

"Tactics are important, but we can't ignore the situation. I always emphasize that we play with 'space' and 'timing'. The striker should be able to sense the opponent's defender's clumsy turn, the midfielder should be able to see the shoulder shrug of the winger before starting, and the defender should be able to read the intentions revealed in the eyes of the opponent's striker."

"Forget about positions, don't be confined to areas, but understand the whole stadium. When they no longer see the game as just rigid lines, they will find that the stadium becomes bigger and simpler!"

Wei Lai kept running and moving.

Konrad Lechmann's injury and inability to play, while unfortunate, also brought Wei Lai a different kind of match experience.

When he left the right side of the area and began to move frequently.

He saw a different competition scene, with more space and more areas.

These spaces, teammates, and opponents come together to form an environment called 'competition'.

From his youth training days, he understood that a game was a series of lines formed on a tactical board, and the coach would repeatedly emphasize the importance of these lines.

How should a striker run?
How should the midfield pass be made?
Often, when the opportunity arises, they run like precise machines, executing tactics and scoring goals.

This is what's called tactical discipline!
But the game is more than just these things, especially after he joined Racing Amsterdam. Coach Morton, Coach Mussar, Coach Xavi, and the Rogues coach all tried to downplay these aspects as much as possible.

That's not to say, tactics aren't important!
Sometimes, however, it's necessary to break free from these things.

By stepping outside of the zone, the space, and the players on both sides, we can see the more fundamental aspects of the game.

When he is on the right side, the left side is the weak side.

When he is on the left, the right side is the weak side.

As he moved the ball, the situation changed.

Not only was the situation changing, but the opposing players were also forced to move in response to their own passes and runs.

Defense is a matter of discipline!

The four defenders formed the back line and needed to move together, maintain distance, and ensure that there was no space to pass the ball.

However, as they move, these distances are also being stretched.

Sometimes it might take a few seconds, sometimes it might take an instant.

What Wei Lai needs to do is to get the ball to the most dangerous position before these distances and spaces are created.

Or you could just tear this defensive curtain apart yourself!

Wei Lai ran back to the right flank and passed the ball to Robinson.

Robinson's attempt to break through failed, so he chose to pass the ball back.

The ball began to roll towards Wei Lai.

But after confirming the ball's trajectory at first glance, Wei Lai stared intently at Robinson.

Under the continuous transmission, pressure, and oppression, feelings of irritability and anxiety began to emerge.

Misjudgment often occurs at moments like these!
Perhaps it won't be so obvious, but you will definitely be able to see it yourself.

With focused observation, Wei Lai saw the opposing full-back turn to face him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Felix dropping back to receive the pass, which prompted the center-back to move.

The moment Van Derrick landed, Wei Lai also saw Robinson's shoulder tilt slightly forward. "Now!"

The ball arrived, and Wei Lai tapped it with his foot.

It wasn't a fancy pass, nor was it particularly skillful; it was just like the ball-tapping exercises we do hundreds or thousands of times in training.

A smooth, straight, and gentle pass.

The ball speed isn't fast!
But they had planned ahead of time.

Robinson surged forward, instantly leaving Van de Ligt behind.

This was what they practiced during extra training, and now Wei Lai has directly incorporated it into the competition.

"What a bold fellow!"

Robinson ran incredibly fast, his eyes sparkling.

As a penetrator on the strong side, he often has to face 1-2 defenders.

Even if he manages to break through, there are still more defenders in front of him.

Therefore, this scenery is far too ancient.

The stadium was empty, with plenty of space, no competition, no obstacles, and everything fell into place so naturally.

Robinson played the role of a strong-side penetrator at Amsterdam Arena, and he was the one who was asked to sacrifice.

But faced with Konrad Lehmann's strong performance, he had no choice but to compromise!

During his three seasons with Atlético Amsterdam, in this cradle of talent, his former pride was repeatedly crushed and rebuilt.

But every breakage will inevitably lead to a more solid foundation.

The cold night wind caressed his body, making every inch of his skin, every hair, and even every cell cheer.

The chains beneath my feet, labeled 'Tactics,' were loosening, and I could faintly hear them breaking.

The running legs are gradually increasing their frequency and stride.

Hidden between his legs, the long-dormant engine restarted at this moment, emitting a deafening roar.

Wei Lai roared.

"Charge! Robin!"

Robinson's right foot slammed into the ground, and the moment he suddenly looked up, his body shot forward like a cheetah.

Grass clippings and dirt flew everywhere!
"Robin! Robin! Good heavens! What kind of speed is that?!"

Van Gaal suddenly clutched his head.

With just a single start, Robinson left Van de Ligt far behind, shooting into the penalty area like an arrow.

"Robinson!" Duan Jiang shouted excitedly; "He'll go alone to the meeting!"

Whoosh!!!

The whole place was in an uproar!

The cheers exploded like thunder.

All the fans of Atlético Amsterdam were watching the young man in the number 7 jersey as he charged into the penalty area.

That's right!

They remembered!

Three seasons ago, Robinson, who had just joined Atlético Amsterdam, possessed terrifying speed.

They gave him a very nice nickname—Robin Hood!

We sped along and arrived at the door.

Robinson looked up, his hawk-like eyes scanning the area instantly. When he looked down again, his right foot had already pushed forward.

This time, he neither passed the ball nor sacrificed himself.

He wants to be the main character!

He wants to be a hero!

boom!
A quick pass!
The ball rolled towards the bottom left corner, almost grazing past the PSV Eindhoven goalkeeper's leg before disappearing.

In this match, PSV Eindhoven's goalkeeper made two crucial saves, but he couldn't stop Robinson's outburst.

Swish!
The ball bounced into the net!

The net trembled, but Robinson had already turned and run towards the corner flag to celebrate.

He was confident that he wouldn't let this one-on-one opportunity slip away.

"Gooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!"

Van Gaal cheered loudly: "At the 28th minute, Atletico Amsterdam scored! With Lehmann out injured, Robinson on the right wing stepped up and carried the team's attack and finishing duties."

"Brilliant positioning! Insane speed! The moment Robinson started, he had already left everyone behind."

"He's like a cheetah that's caught the scent of blood, a supercar running at full throttle—no one can stop him!"

"With this goal, Atlético Amsterdam tells everyone that they are the true champions of the Eredivisie!"

Robinson slid up from the corner flag.

But the moment he turned around, Wei Lai had already rushed over.

"I know you can do it! I see your intention to push forward, your center of gravity! Your shoulders are shifting to the side, man, you're hungry for a goal!"

Wei Lai and Robinson gave each other a big hug.

Robinson also had a bright smile on his face, and he patted Wei Lai's back hard.

"Thanks, buddy!"

He was genuinely grateful to Wei Lai.

While everyone else was focused on Conrad Lehmann, Wei Lai was still paying attention to himself.

Didn't all those midfielders see their own intention to push forward?
Do not!
They can see it!
But they don't trust themselves.

Only Wei trusted him and was willing to pass the ball to him.

that's enough!
This goal is the best reward for his trust in Wei Lai.

The entire Amstel River Stadium erupted into a frenzy after that goal.

In fact, despite their loud slogans, they were still somewhat apprehensive.

After all, the absence of Konrad Lehmann, a key player, is bound to have some impact.

But these guys showed them with their outstanding performance that they can still play great games even without Konrad Lehmann.

A sudden, unexpected attack amidst the chaos!

A fierce high-pressing battle!

After a series of passes, a sudden change in rhythm, combined with Robinson's absolute speed, instantly ignited the court.

"What a group of amazing guys!"

In the die-hard fan section, Buck, the leader of the Red and White Youth Group, couldn't help but express his excitement.

He felt that the familiar Amsterdam Athletic team had returned.

It's not a revival, it's a complete return!

Amsterdam Athletic, having finished their celebrations, began their retreat.

Wei was intercepted by Musar halfway there.

Musar extended his hand: "Well done!"

Everyone was focused on the goal scorer, showering praise on Robinson.

But only Musar knew how crucial Wei Lai's pass was.

The change in rhythm at that moment.

That fleeting moment in that narrow space.

That decision!

It can be said that Wei Lai helped Robinson pave a direct path to the goal.

Snapped!
Wei Lai slapped it hard, then pointed to his eyes with a smile.

"Observe! I think I know what to do next."

Mussal gave a thumbs up: "Great!"

Although it was just one goal, it completely disrupted PSV Eindhoven's plans.

They had planned to rely on the intense competition in the first half to find an opportunity to score first, and then use their lead to slow down the pace of the game.

But the course of the game completely deviated from expectations.

They also underestimated Amsterdam Athletic's offensive and defensive capabilities.

Or rather, Atlético Amsterdam once again achieved a leap in form in this match.

These changes all indicate that Eindhoven may be in serious trouble.

"Pretty!"

At the Amstel River Stadium, in the VIP lounge's front viewing area, Wei Lai's agent, Roy, was raising his arms and shouting, taking a sip of ice-cold beer, feeling as if every pore on his body was opening up and relaxing.

He has served so many star players and even superstars, some of whom signed contracts with him before they became famous.

It can be said that he has a very intuitive understanding of a player's performance at different age levels.

Wei Lai's performance right now is just too good!

The key point is that he's only 17 years old!

Another of his clients, Croatian midfielder Luka Kmanc, who currently plays for Taurhamles, couldn't quite replicate that feeling when he was 17.

All of this indicates that he made a fortune.

"This assist! And those other passes, give me a long list of details!"

Roy pointed to several reporters who were writing furiously nearby and called out to them.

They were all journalists who worked for major newspapers and also received commissions from Roy, writing reports.

And now, he will use these people to promote Wei Lai to the whole of Europe!
Roy raised his glass towards the pitch.

Cheers! My Chinese boy!

(End of this chapter)