Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 289 Avengers

"Athletico Amsterdam is starting to turn!"

Dutch commentator Louis van Gaal watched the game intently.

After probing the left wing, they began probing the right wing.

But so far, Atlético Amsterdam has not launched a single substantial attack.

He turned to look at the time; it had already been about 10 minutes.

"The time to end this probing is almost here!"

Ten minutes of probing is about enough.

Wei Lai ran forward slowly, first warming up his rib area, then dangling in front of Pedrach.

Pedrach frowned, glancing at Robinson to his side and then at Wei Lai in front of him.

I felt like I was surrounded by two attacking players from Amsterdam.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

"Gailley, your man!"

Pedrach pointed at Wei Lai and roared.

Gail ran a few steps, but stopped in his defensive zone, shaking his head and saying, "No! These are your men!"

Pedrach's eyes widened, his nose almost crooked with anger.

What do you mean by "my person"?
Once someone enters my territory, they become one of my people?
Atletico Amsterdam's attacking players all cram into their own area, leaving them to defend against all of them?
Bullshit!
"Come here quickly!"

Pedrach urged.

Gail shook his head firmly; "No! Call Sanro back!"

You fucking bastard.
Just as Pedrach was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he saw Wei Lai suddenly start his retreat, while Musar in midfield made a passing motion.

"FXXK!"

Wei Lai and Pedrach started running at the same time, rushing towards the ball.

Of course, Pedrach's task was to capture Wei Lai.

But at the moment Wei Lai touched the ball, he suddenly flicked it back with the instep of his foot, passing it to Dennis Zilburn.

The latter met the ball with a gentle nudge.

The ball soared through the air, arcing in the air, and fell towards the position behind Pedrach.

"Damn it!"

Pedrach immediately turned around, but Robinson, who was on the sideline, reacted faster, or rather, he had been waiting for this opportunity.

Swish!
"Robinson!"

Van Gaal's eyes lit up: "The space on the right has opened up, and Robinson is making a forward run. How is he going to handle this ball?"

Robinson slowed his pace slightly and controlled the ball steadily.

At this moment, Pedrach caught up as well.

The next second, Robinson started again and went straight to the bottom.

Pedrach could only sprint forward passively, and the moment Robinson crossed the ball, he slid in to block it, using his shin to deflect the ball to the byline.

"Dog shit! It's all dog shit!"

Pedrach, enraged, stood up and roared at his teammates, including Gayle.

"What are you doing? Isn't anyone going to cover for me? Do you want to see me embarrass myself?"

Gail turned his head away and didn't reply.

He still didn't dare to go over there; in the last game, it was this spot that got him completely destroyed.

The pressure was too great, leading to frequent mistakes, and ultimately conceding four goals to Atlético Amsterdam.

Now, how could he dare to leave his defensive zone?

Furthermore, when Atlético Amsterdam attacks down the flanks, it's at most a single threatening attack.

But if they manage to penetrate through the middle, then they've conceded a goal.

He knows exactly what's important and what's not!
Don't dare to move!
Don't dare to move at all!
"Robin! Great job!"

Wei Lai gave Robinson a high five, then picked up the ball and ran towards the corner flag.

Wei Lai's eyes were shining.

If the desired effect is achieved, then continue to apply pressure.

Corner kicks, set pieces, and crosses are all acceptable.
The goal is to increase the number of threatening attacks and convert them into goals.

"Athletico Amsterdam's first corner kick! Castellón needs to be on his toes and not underestimate their corner kick tactics!"

Wei Lai raised his hand and immediately took the free throw.

As his teammates attacked the opposing goalkeeper, in the chaos, Castellion, the center-back, headed the ball, but he headed it the wrong way and failed to clear it, and the ball flew out of bounds again.

"A series of corner kicks!"

Wei Lai takes another free throw.

This time, Felix headed the ball and passed it to Lehmann.

In a moment of haste, the latter managed to lift his right leg and shoot, but the ball struck center-back Follett's chest and flew out of bounds again.

"Third corner kick!"

Wei Lai immediately ran towards the corner flag on the other side.

During the two consecutive corner kicks, he could clearly see that the Castellón players became tense and fearful.

They started to get scared!

Two consecutive corner kicks, each time creating chaos and threats for them.

They were eager to get the ball out of their goal as far away as possible.

"Closer or farther?"

Wei Lai blinked.

Suddenly, he held up four fingers.

The teammates were all stunned.

[Arc top support]

boom!
Wei Lai took another free throw, and everyone rushed to the penalty area immediately.

But when they looked at the ball, its trajectory was towards the top of the penalty area.

"Push them out! Push them out! Push them out!"

Castellón's goalkeeper roared excitedly.

The next second, Castellón's players sprinted wildly, charging towards Musar like hungry wolves.

The latter chested the ball down, and as it hit the ground, passed it again to Wei Lai on the sideline.

These guys changed course and started attacking Wei Lai.

Wei Lai judged the ball's landing point at first glance, then looked up at the penalty area.

"The entire space has been created!"

Castellón goalkeeper Luis suddenly shivered and turned to look around.

"Teammates, pull them out."

Luis's eyes widened as he saw Pedrach standing at the acute angle of the six-yard box.

Why are you standing here?!

boom!
The ball sent a sound like the scythe of death, sweeping fiercely toward Luis.

He was completely unprotected, with three Atlético Amsterdam players lined up in front of him.

The key point is that his teammate Pedrach was also in the mix, which made it impossible for him to be offside!
Castellón's players turned around, and when they saw what was happening, their hearts sank.

'Ruined! ’

Felix judged the landing point and jumped suddenly.

Without any interference, he executed a very smooth header.

The moment he landed, he confidently strode towards the corner flag without looking back.

The cheers from the fans said it all.

"Goooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!"

"Felix!!!"

"Two games, three goals! In the Europa League semi-final, the El Niño became the key player, using his excellent finishing ability to help Amsterdam take the lead time and time again."

"Three consecutive corner kicks created three chaotic moments for Atlético Amsterdam, and on the third one, they seized their opportunity and scored!"

"In the 23rd minute of the first half, Atletico Amsterdam took a 1-0 lead over Castellón! There's no chance left, absolutely no chance! Castellón needs to score five goals in a row to advance to the final!"

"But Atlético Amsterdam will definitely not let them do that!"

"I think Amsterdam fans can celebrate."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!
The entire stands went wild!
All the fans huddled together, men, women, young and old, embracing each other and clapping and shouting excitedly.

A young man took off his jersey, swung his arm and shook his head, and in his excitement, he turned and kissed his girlfriend passionately.

A middle-aged football fan knelt on the ground, like a devout and fanatical believer, praying incessantly to God, his face flushed with excitement.

An elderly fan, leaning on a cane and wearing an old Amsterdam jersey, frantically pounded the barriers with his cane, cheering and shouting for the young men's brilliant performance.

Before long, a loud singing voice rang out!
[Battle! 90 minutes!]

This battle song, which usually plays at the 90-minute mark, suddenly rang out at this moment.

The singing went from chaotic to orderly.

The soaring singing filled the entire Amsterdam sky.

[Battle! 90 minutes!]

[All for Amsterdam!]

We're the lunatics in the stands!

We are beyond saving!

oooohhh!

"it's over!"

Mr. Morton slowly exhaled, a smile appearing on his lips.

The Europa League semi-final went more smoothly than expected.

Of course, this was thanks to the big win in the previous away game, which laid the foundation for victory.

At this point, Castellón had completely lost the will to fight.

This was evident in their bewildered and pained expressions. A difference of five goals was simply too great!
So big that they were in despair!

"Now, take control!"

Musar pulled back the excited Wei Lai and said seriously, "Stop attacking."

Wei Lai blinked and immediately smiled, "I understand, we can't keep provoking them, we have a more important goal!"

Musar smiled.

"That's right! That's it!"

When the match resumed, Atlético Amsterdam took control of the game.

Wei Lai could clearly sense that the opponent's fighting spirit had weakened.

They were completely lost, which was evident in every press they made.

Their seemingly aggressive pressing was riddled with flaws; more than cooperating, they needed someone to vent their anger on.

But Atlético Amsterdam didn't give them a chance to foul them, touching the ball and leaving immediately, not holding onto it at all.

All passes were primarily for safe play.

At this moment, the Amsterdam players knew very well that while scoring goals through attack was certainly satisfying, it was also a different story.

But they have an even bigger goal: the Europa League final.

Even for this goal, they need to control the pace and ensure they are in the best possible condition for the final.

Of course, some obstacles will be encountered in this process.

"Wei!"

Robinson was surrounded by three players. Just as he was about to pass the ball, it hit Gayle's instep and bounced off, flying towards his chest.

When Wei Lai saw Geller turn his head ahead, his eyes were bloodshot, and he charged at Wei Lai like a bull that had been provoked.

Not far from him, Sangluo was also rushing towards him.

"Don't wait for the ball to hit the ground!"

"Your weapons aren't just your legs!"

The words of the football king's coach echoed in my ears.

Wei Lai twisted his waist and abdomen, and his right shoulder went through a process of retracting and accumulating power. Accompanied by the rotation of his waist and abdomen, his right shoulder slammed into the ball.

Before the two men could double-team him, Wei Lai had already passed the ball out.

"My grass!"

Geller's momentum continued unabated, knocking Wei Lai to the ground.

Wei Lai let out a pitiful howl.
Gellert roared angrily, head bowed:

"Stand up! You coward!"

Wei Lai was still howling, his howls were incredibly pitiful.

You think I'll just get up because you tell me to?
I'm not going to get you up unless you lie down for a few minutes.

The game was forced to stop, and the team doctor ran onto the field. Wei Lai pointed to his shoulder.

"Just putting on an act to buy time!"

The team doctor understood immediately, and his movements seemed to slow down as he slowly began to fiddle with the medical kit.

His teammates were also very supportive, surrounding Gueller and drawing the referee's attention.

After some time had passed, just as the referee was about to announce that Wei Lai would be sent off for treatment, he miraculously recovered.

The referee stared at Wei Lai; "No problem?"

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "No problem, I recover very quickly!"

It looked like it was dislocated just a moment ago, but now it's completely healed.

What a liar!
However, the referee had seen this many times before, and this was considered a reasonable use of the rules.

The game was delayed into the second half.

In the second half, Wei Lai was substituted off the field.

"I'm really not hurt!"

Wei Lai immediately explained.

But Mr. Morton insisted on this decision.

"Yes! But you can't play anymore."

Castellón is now a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

Their anger was almost entirely directed at Wei Lai.

It doesn't matter if he's young and easy to bully, or if he's physically weak and easily bumped into.

In any case, what Mr. Morton needs is a sense of security.

Therefore, he had no need to keep Wei Lai on the field.

The offensive mission is over.

Next, it's time to maintain and defend!

"Wei Lai has been substituted off the court. This is a way to protect Wei Lai. After all, with the finals approaching, Wei Lai, as a key player, cannot be absent!"

Duan Jiang offered no protest.

The remaining matches are almost all garbage time, so there's no need to take the risk.

It would be more important to put a healthy Wei Lai on the final stage.

At the 60th minute, Atlético Amsterdam made another substitution.

Konrad Lehmann was substituted.

In the 70th minute, with the last substitution, Musar was taken off the field.

With this, all three key players from Atlético Amsterdam have safely left the field, allowing them to conserve their energy for the final and the next round against Elefert.

Castellion scored in the 87th minute with a penetration through the middle, salvaging a bit of pride.

But the remaining time is meaningless.

During stoppage time, the referee checked his watch and blew the final whistle the moment the stoppage time ended.

In the 2027/2028 UEFA Europa League semi-final, on aggregate, Atlético Amsterdam defeated Castellón 5-1 to advance to the Europa League final.

"Finals! Finals! Oh yeah!"

Wei Lai celebrated excitedly by pumping his fist on the court.

There was a time when I was someone who was utterly humiliated in a censored version of the European League.

Now, he has become one of the key players for Atlético Amsterdam, helping the team reach the Europa League final.

Three years passed quietly from age 15 to 18.

During this period, I also trained actively.

All of this is the final reward.

Of course, it's a bit early to say that, since the final hasn't even started yet.

That's the Europa League champion!

Konrad Lechmann was being interviewed by commentators from Sky Sports Netherlands on the sidelines. Wei Lai had just walked to the sidelines when Lechmann pulled him over.

There were four people standing in front of a makeshift commentary table bearing the Sky Sports logo, including Wei Lai.

From left to right, they are respectively.

Van Barnett, a former Amsterdam Sporting legend, is now 41 years old and works as a commentator.

Wei Lai and Konrad Lehmann are in the center.

On the right is Reus Cage, a PSV Eindhoven legend, 40 years old, who also works as a commentator.

"Good boy!"

Van Bannett gave Wei Lai a big hug; "Hey! You know what? I was blown away by your performance. If you were my midfield partner when I was still playing, I would pass you every ball without hesitation."

Van Bannett was joking; during his later years back at Sporting Amsterdam, he had many unpleasant experiences with his midfield partner, which could be described as internal strife.

Royce Cage provoked, "If you were to defend Wei, do you think you could do it?"

“Yes!” Van Barnett responded loudly, then added, “provided I can reach him. He makes decisions so quickly that he passes the ball before I even touch him.”

Van Barnett glared at his partner, signaling him not to cause trouble.

Wei Lai smiled as he watched the two bickering lovers. Back when they were active in the military, they fought tooth and nail, neither willing to yield to the other, and had many conflicts.

Who would have thought that these two would team up to commentate on a match?

But it is precisely because of this contradiction and abruptness that the two commentators' style is quite popular among Dutch fans.

"This is your first full season. What are your thoughts on the upcoming Europa League final?"

Van Barnett took good care of Wei Lai, communicating directly in English.

Wei Lai thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't have any big ideas. I just want to follow the coaching staff's arrangements and do my job well. I don't think I can play a crucial role, but I have a great group of teammates who will lead me to victory!"

Hahahahaha! !

Conrad Lehmann laughed and patted Wei Lai on the head.

Van Barnett laughed, "Look at this little fellow, he's quite the talker!"

Let's predict who our opponent will be in the final!

Van Barnett looked at Wei Lai: "Taurhamletz or Leverkusen!"

Wei Lai pondered for a moment, wanting to say that no matter who the opponent was, they would go all out—this was their official response.

But before he could respond, Conrad Lehrman grabbed the microphone and started shouting into the camera:
"Taurhamletz! Taurhamletz! We're here for you, in the next match, get ready!"

His voice grew louder and louder with each shout!
People around started to cheer and shout like monkeys.

In last season's Europa League, Atlético Amsterdam was eliminated by Taurhamles.

You'd better be prepared!

"When you have dinner tonight, you'd better know that we're ready!"

"When you watch our video, you better know that we are ready!"

"When you're having nightmares about us in bed, you better know we're ready!"

He stared at the camera, raising his voice.

"Taurhamletz! We've come for our revenge!"

He slammed the microphone onto the commentary table, then hugged Van Barnett and Royce Cage together, jumping around and yelling like monkeys.

Wei Lai stood there dumbfounded.

No way! Dude! The other semi-final hasn't even started yet!

It's still uncertain who will advance!