Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 284 The Next Generation Superstar

"Zilben crosses the ball, Felix...ah!"

Dutch commentator Louis van Gaal clutched his head in disappointment.

"Just a little bit off! The cross was a bit too low, the ball was too high, and Felix couldn't head it!"

In slow motion, it is clear that Felix had already secured a favorable position and completed his jump.

As long as he gets a touch of the ball, it can easily create a threatening shot, but unfortunately his crosses are not of good quality.

Felix and Dennis Chilburn both raised their hands in agreement.

Although they were unsuccessful, it did improve their condition to some extent.

The key is their ability to adapt and react quickly in the face of sudden changes.

The game has started again!
In Milan FC's attack, from the moment the ball kicked off, the players from Atlético Amsterdam began to press intensely.

Wei Lai kept running, sticking close to the nearest opposing player. If the opponent had the ball, he would pressure and interfere. If the opponent planned to make a run off the ball, Wei Lai would immediately follow up and prevent him from taking the advantageous position.

Wei Lai is clear about his role in defense.

He's not the player who makes the crucial steals, so he needs to constantly disrupt and pressure him.

Raphael and Leo teamed up for a one-two, with Wei Lai sandwiched in between.

But Leo's pass was clearly rushed, which gave Wei Lai an opportunity to suddenly extend his foot.

His toe grazed the ball, causing it to deflect and roll into unoccupied space.

Reyes immediately turned around and started moving.

At the same time, Milan FC's center forward Imose also immediately rushed towards the ball.

The two players are vying for possession of the ball.

However, Imose was aiming for the ball, while Reyessa, who considered himself slower, was aiming for the player.

Just as Imose was about to extend his foot to control the ball, his shoulder was suddenly struck. Despite being prepared for the impact, he was sent flying by Reyessa's heavy weight.

"Nice!"

Wei Lai shouted, immediately got up, turned around and rushed forward.

Milan FC also quickly retreated to form a midfield defensive line.

"Damn! That was fast!"

Wei Laigang ran to the front field, and he was once again surrounded by four corners.

"slower!"

Seeing this, Musar raised his index finger and shouted.

Facing Leo's pressing, he deftly turned and flicked the ball in the opposite direction.

"Athletico Amsterdam is starting to slow down the pace; are they trying to drag out the game?"

During the match, with Amsterdam Sport taking the initiative, the game entered a relatively boring phase of possession.

Amsterdam took the initiative to control and pass the ball in the second half.

Wei Lai would occasionally retreat a little, trying to get out of the pocket space, but these guys followed him step by step.

This also meant that every time the ball was passed to Wei Lai, he would either pass it back or make a sideways pass.

Wei Lai's playing style is very steady, giving his opponents almost no chance to touch him.

"It's impossible to be greedy. At this stage, we just need to slowly wear down Milan FC." Wei Lai turned to look at the opponent's formation.

At present, Milan FC is definitely under attacking pressure. Although they remain calm, Wei Lai noticed the subconscious sprint preparation and the slight anxiety on their faces.

In the past, Wei Lai couldn't see these things when observing a game, but now, with the support of his game reading ability, he can better judge the most appropriate way to play at any given moment.

boom!
Wei Lai flicked the ball with the instep, catching it out of the narrow space and passing it to Robinson, who had dropped back down the wing.

The latter passed the ball back directly, regaining possession.

Wei Lai immediately moved in another direction.

"Milan FC has become passive. While their choice is certainly prudent, it's also too passive."

The Italian commentator was getting anxious. If they didn't press forward now and Amsterdam Sporting got into control, it would be a huge loss.

Wei Lai continued to move, and as he moved, he kept observing.

Currently, he is mainly observing two people, or rather, watching their game of strategy.

Italian midfield maestro Moussal.

French midfield maestro Rafael.

From the start of the game, these two never stopped directing; he guided his teammates with words and set an example with his actions.

Every pass/press may seem ordinary, but it may conceal some chilling threats.

For example, when Rafael was pressing Musar, he signaled Leo to move into the gap between the full-back and the center-back.

Once Rafael gets the ball, or even just interferes, the retreating Imose can immediately control the ball from behind, allowing him to not only coordinate with Leo's diagonal forward runs but also to combine with the advancing full-backs on the flanks for attacks.

Or rather, once Raphael gets going, he has more options.

Faced with this situation, Musar seemed to have grasped everything in a flash.

He used the simplest method to transfer the ball to Dennis Zilburne's feet, then raised his own position while Wei dropped back to receive the pass.

If Milan FC attempts to press, Atlético Amsterdam can launch a counter-attack through the middle by combining Wei Lai's one-touch pass with Musar's forward run.

Alternatively, if this set of moves doesn't work, and Wei Lai and Mussar face intense pressure, Wei Lai can then pass back to Dennis Chilbone, whose long pass can weaken the attack and still pose a threat to the team.

"Pass!"

Wei Lai immediately dropped back to receive the ball. This time, Milan FC's pressing was not as intense, giving him ample time to control the ball and turn.

"Something's wrong!"

Looking ahead, Wei saw a large gap between Milan's winger and defensive midfielder, with a straight passage connecting Robinson, as if the opponent had deliberately created this passing channel.

The moment Wei Lai turned his head again and saw Raphael's position, he understood.

"Old fox!"

Wei Lai immediately took a shot, making a wide pass and directly taking the ball out of that space.

Tsk!
Raphael couldn't help but click his tongue, looking at Wei Lai's puzzled expression.

Who has a 17-year-old who is so steady?

When Rafael was young, he debuted in Ligue 1 and was made a fool of by those seasoned veterans.

"I can't find an opportunity!"

Rafael observed the movement of the entire Amsterdam team, a style of defense characterized by teamwork.

A smooth passing and cutting technique or exceptional individual skill can be used to break through the defense.

The problem is that Milan doesn't have that kind of player right now.

Leo is too young and lacks the technical skills to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

Jimmy is quite capable, but it will be difficult for him to make a breakthrough, and he might even be countered if he's not careful.

Imose is a pure shooter and needs someone to feed him assists.

If he were ten years younger, Rafael would have gone head-to-head with the team all by himself, but he knew that he could no longer play like he used to.

"Take it slow!" Raphael took a deep breath. "Catch their mistakes!"

Musar raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched Milan FC suddenly increase their pressing pace again.

"Is this... an attempt to capitalize on a mistake?"

Use high pressing to exert pressure, and while doing so, seize the opportunity when the opponent makes a mistake to launch a threatening attack.

But Mussal's answer was too naive!

Perhaps Rafael was forced into this situation. The Amsterdam team has been refining itself for almost a season. If it were at the beginning of the season, this style of play that focuses on capitalizing on mistakes might have been effective, but now they have basically completed their integration.

Bang bang bang!
With a series of one-touch passes, the ball started from Denis Zilbern's feet, and through a one-two pass between the center-back and Reyesa, it was successfully transferred to the left side, where Lent passed it to Musar.

Before receiving the ball, Musar looked up and ahead.

Milan FC's high pressing and constant forward movement prevented them from maintaining any pocket defensive space against Wei Lai.

"Felix!"

Musar roared.

The latter immediately pressed forward, forcing the defense to follow suit.

At the same time, Musar gently flicked the ball with his foot, sending it in a parabolic arc towards the area between Milan's defense and midfield.

And Wei Lai happened to be standing in this gap.

Wei Lai looked up at the ball.

The pass lacked power and speed, and it floated around.
Just as Wei Lai delivered a comfortable pass, Musar was also creating the most comfortable space for Wei Lai in his own way.

With his eyes fixed on the landing point, Wei Lai shifted slightly, turning his back to the target and immediately turning his head to the right to look at Conrad Lehmann's position.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the other side.

After a round of scanning, a clear model of the general positioning of the opposing players and our own players has been formed in our minds.

Wei Lai can even predict his teammates' running routes.

"Pause!"

Wei Lai murmured softly, and the moment the ball hit the ground, he firmly planted his right foot.

He tilted his entire body to the left, making a turning motion. Adria immediately followed suit.

But Wei Lai regained his balance and turned to the left.

Adria hurriedly adjusted her center of gravity.

But at that moment, Wei Lai had already turned around and pulled the ball back, further widening the distance.

Taking advantage of the moment when Adria pushed off the ground to start moving, he gently rubbed his left foot.

Just like Mussar's parabolic trajectory, it was aimed at the position behind full-back Dominal.

"Wei Lai's kick was executed with a wonderful arc!"

Duan Jiang couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

It's considered amazing because the trajectory was quite thrilling.

The ball took off almost grazed Adria's forehead, traveled along Dominal's head, and landed about half a meter away.

Dominal's entire focus was on Konrad Lechmann. When the ball suddenly appeared in his field of vision, he paused for a moment, a subconscious reaction. But by the time he tried to clear it, the ball had already been poked into the penalty area by Konrad Lechmann, who had cut inside, and was now dribbling towards the goal.

What does it mean to be highly skilled and daring?
What does it mean to have a difference of a hair's breadth leading to a huge error?

This pass perfectly embodies the word "art".

"Konrad Lehmann!"

Dutch Eredivisie commentator Louis van Gaal slammed his fist on the table, and the entire San Siro stadium was filled with the gasps of AC Milan FC fans.

Even some fans made various noises in an attempt to distract him, but Konrad Lehmann's steps remained extremely firm.

"Lehmann has broken into the penalty area; he's still dribbling, but hasn't passed the ball yet!"

"Maklikoff ran over to restrict them, cutting inside and pushing out!"

Van Gaal's voice rose; "He's broken through!"

With an inward cut and an outward flick, he completely fooled Maklikov, sending him spinning in circles. At the same time, Lehmann had created shooting space and fired a low shot with his right foot, aiming high but hitting low.

The goalkeeper immediately moved to the far side, but by the time he tried to regain his balance, it was too late.

Swish!
The ball went into the net.

In the 43rd minute, Atlético Amsterdam surprisingly took the lead with a goal.

"Wei's exquisite cross created space for Lehmann to break through, and Lehmann did not disappoint Wei, repaying him with a goal!"

"A sudden change of pace allowed Musar to exploit Milan FC's high pressing and find Wei with his precise pass. Wei, in turn, created space for the team to attack, and the Austrian striker finished the attack!"

"A brilliant team play gave Atlético Amsterdam the lead."

The sudden change silenced the entire San Siro stadium.

Milan fans stared in disbelief at the pitch, just seconds before they had been pressing Atlético Amsterdam.

But in the next few seconds, with just two passes, Atlético Amsterdam tore apart their defense.

Is Milan FC's defense made of paper?

Tear it up like that?

"Don't give him that kind of passing space! Damn it! How many times have I told you, you have to keep an eye on him!"

On the sidelines, Milan coach Conca was jumping up and down in anger.

With a time limit of over 40 minutes, all their efforts were in vain at this moment.

How can this not be infuriating!
"Dude, that was a close call, amazing!"

Konrad Lehmann hugged Wei Lai.

He had just witnessed it all up close, and because Adria blocked Lehmann's view, he felt as if the ball had risen out of thin air.

Wei Lai's chopping motion was small and subtle, but Wei Lai had glanced at him beforehand, so he knew it was time to start running.

"The problem of relative motion!"

Wei Lai smiled and said, "Before I chipped the ball, there was enough space, and Adria just happened to block Dominar's view, which slowed his reaction. By the time the ball rose, he was no longer able to stop you!"

"That's right!"

Conrad Lehmann and Wei Lai gave each other another high five.

The camera captures close-ups of the two individuals.

Van Gaal looked at Wei Lai and Konrad Lehmann and couldn't help but sigh:

"This is the resonance between geniuses!"

"At that moment, Wei's pass was only a finger's width away from Adria's head. Adria only needed to move his head slightly to disrupt the attack, but he could never do that because he simply couldn't imagine that Wei would pass the ball like that."

"The sudden change in rhythm caught Lehmann off guard, and that's how he scored."

As the two players retreated, the entire San Siro stadium erupted in boos.

But they proudly held their heads high, and the boos from the away team were the best reward for them.

Halftime.

When Wei Lai arrived at the locker room, Coach Morton told Hendrick to go outside and warm up, then said to Wei Lai, "You're coming off in 55 minutes!"

The old man didn't give a reason, and Wei Lai didn't ask.

Morton patted Wei Lai on the shoulder: "You've worked hard!"

Wei Lai's performance in this match was outstanding, even Morton couldn't help but praise him.

In the 45 minutes, facing what might be his only chance to attack, Wei Lai seized it and tore through the defense.

This ability to seize opportunities has greatly improved Atlético Amsterdam's attacking level.

Undoubtedly, Wei Lai has become an indispensable attacking engine for Atlético Amsterdam.

The second half of the game begins.

Milan FC has become somewhat sluggish. They played very aggressively overall, but that was only how they appeared on the field. In reality, they were filled with pain and confusion.

The final score is 4-1!
Atletico Amsterdam also has an away goal, and they need to score four goals within 45 minutes to qualify for the next round.

But is that even possible?

Unless a miracle happens!

At the 55th minute, both Atlético Amsterdam and FC Milan made substitutions.

Milan FC has strengthened its attacking capabilities by adding some attacking players to the midfield.

Atletico Amsterdam substituted Hendrick for Wei Lai, shifting to a defensive, positional style of play.

After Wei Lai left the field, he watched the game quietly from the bench.

Watching both sides handle the details of the game, and observing Rafael and Mussar's ability to control the situation and their methods of handling it.

Sometimes, Wei Lai would put himself in that situation and think about how he would handle it.

Time passed little by little.

A miracle is a miracle because of its unpredictability and rarity.

No miracles occurred at the San Siro stadium that night.

Milan FC failed to score at home, and the final score was 1-0 for Atlético Amsterdam.

Over two legs, Atletico Amsterdam defeated FC Milan 4-1 to advance to the Europa League quarterfinals.

call!
Rafael propped himself up on his knees, his jersey soaked, his hair disheveled, and he looked rather disheveled.

Looking up at the sky, the lights were a bit dazzling.

Throughout his career, he experienced many victories, but also a considerable number of defeats.

But this time it was special because it was extremely bitter.

In these two rounds of competition, his body told him that he could no longer create miracles.

"Raphael!"

Rafael turned his head and saw Wei Lai standing in front of him, shirtless, with his hand outstretched, clutching his jersey.

Would you like to exchange jerseys with me?

Wei Lai looked somewhat nervous.

"why not?"

Rafael smiled, took off his own jersey and handed it over, while taking Wei Lai's jersey and draping it over his shoulder.

"That was a fantastic match!"

He looked at Wei Lai with admiration in his eyes.

"In the last match, you were 'talking' to me using football as a medium. I'm sorry! I couldn't respond to you well."

He reached out and punched Wei Lai in the chest.

"The future is yours! You've proven it today. But remember, winning a game is easy, winning a lifetime is hard. Stay hungry!"

"I've treasured this jersey, and I hope that one day, my jersey can also become your motivation and a memory."

"You deserve all the praise. From today onward, more people will be watching you, anticipating your achievements, and wanting to defeat you. Be prepared for it all!"

Rafael patted Wei Lai on the shoulder, turned and left. He walked out of the stadium, into the players' tunnel, and disappeared.

Musar walked over and patted Wei Lai on the shoulder.

"He already sees you as the next superstar, but remember, the road to greatness has only just begun!"

(End of this chapter)