Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 295 The Pinnacle of the European League

"Evacuate! Evacuate!"

Just as Wei Lai was about to receive the ball on the side, someone blocked him from behind.

He immediately looked behind him to see if his teammates were there to receive the pass, but the passing lane was blocked.

Deliberately disrupting the rhythm?
At that moment, Wei Lai suddenly remembered two years ago when he first went to Spain to watch a match in Madrid.

Rafael's exquisite chip shot from midfield.

Wei Lai estimated the distance visually.

It can be done!

One last glance was directed at Lehmann's location.

There's space!
Just as the ball reached Wei Lai's feet, he did not choose to stop it, but instead stretched out his left foot and gently flicked it with the instep.

The ball rose into the air, followed a parabolic trajectory, and then fell behind it.

The key point is that Boyes's view was blocked from this position, preventing him from making a judgment immediately.

When Wei Lai turned around, his arm was already on Boyes' chest, and he pressed down hard to gain speed.

Boyes couldn't get going immediately; he tried to grab Wei Lai's jersey, but the latter had already run off.

"Wei Lai! A chop shot followed by a turn! A move full of imagination!"

Duan Xuan roared in surprise.

Modern football has become too formulaic, relying too heavily on tactical templates.

This has led to increasingly dull competitions, fewer surprises, and stifled creativity.

Wei Lai's actions were exactly what they wanted to see; they were creative yet extremely abrupt.

"small"

Just as Conrad Lehmann was about to remind Wei Lai to counterattack, he saw Wei Lai's slick move and immediately turned to look ahead.

Wei Lai wouldn't suddenly make a move without any reason.

The significance of this action lies in the fact that there must be space ahead.

Sure enough, he noticed that Porty and Kevin Skeeter were quite far apart.

Wei Lai tilted his head slightly, looking at the trajectory of the ball as it landed.

After determining the landing point, Wei Lai looked ahead again.

The space is still there; it hasn't been sealed off yet.

The key point is that Lehmann has already turned around.

The moment the ball hit the ground, Wei Lai passed it through the instep of his foot.

Konrad Lehmann was also the first to activate it.

The ball was passed in along the left flank, and Konrad Lehmann, overlapping on the wing, charged in.

"Offside! Offside!"

Kevin Skells screamed in terror.

He saw that Porti's start was slow and he couldn't catch up.

Moreover, the distance is too far for me to catch up.

We cannot allow Konrad Lehmann to enter the penalty area.

Porti gritted his teeth, seeing that he could no longer control himself, and had no choice but to shovel.

He made a last-ditch tackle just before Lehmann entered the penalty area.

boom!
Konrad Lehmann was tackled and rolled twice inside the penalty area before kneeling on the ground in frustration and shouting his protest to the referee.

Beep!
A sharp whistle sounded.

The referee ran over, and players from both sides immediately surrounded him.

"Outside the penalty area! This is outside the penalty area!"

"Penalty! It's a penalty!"

Both sides stuck to their own opinions and kept putting pressure on the referee.

The referee stepped back and stretched out his hand to separate them, indicating that they should stay further away, and then pointed to the 12-yard penalty spot.

"Penalty!! Konrad Lechmann has won a penalty!"

"This is a terrible start. Porti not only got a yellow card, but also gave the opponent a penalty. The key point is that Taurhamletz is now down by one goal!"

The Sky Sports commentator couldn't help but groan.

Taurhamletz played terribly out of form in this match.

Let's just forget about the first goal we conceded.

This penalty kick was even more demoralizing.

"Now we can only pin our hopes on Wiestoan. Can the Swedish goalkeeper withstand the pressure and save this penalty?"

Konrad Lechmann is already standing at the penalty spot.

The other players, including Wei Lai, all stood on the edge of the penalty area, waiting for the moment to rush in when the free throw was taken.

If the penalty is not scored and the goalkeeper fumbles it, there will still be a chance to contest for the second ball.

The camera focuses on Lechmann, the Austrian striker with his head down, expression calm, his eyes flickering, muttering to himself as if trying to encourage himself.

He slowly pulled himself into a running start, and as the whistle blew, he suddenly started running.

"Lehmann starts his run-up, bottom left corner"

The moment the ball crossed the goal line and hit the back of the net, Dutch commentator Louis van Gaal roared excitedly:
"Goal! Goal! Goal! Konrad Lechmann! The Austrian star is still outstanding; he withstood the pressure and helped Atlético Amsterdam score their second goal!"

"A penalty in the 29th minute gave Atlético Amsterdam a two-goal lead by halftime."

"They've already got one foot in the Europa League title!"

"See that? Elefert, PSV Eindhoven, and Sporting Amsterdam have won the league title and qualified for the Champions League, but they can still achieve something!"

The Europa League champion qualifies directly for the Champions League group stage!
The Eredivisie's Champions League qualification will automatically be moved down to second place, which is Elefert.

If Sporting Amsterdam wins the Europa League title, then Sporting Amsterdam, Elfelte, and PSV Eindhoven will all have Champions League spots to play in.

The only difference is that PSV Eindhoven has to play in the qualifying rounds!
The stadium erupted in cheers; the Amsterdam Athletic fans were absolutely ecstatic.

In the first half, they were leading by two goals, a perfect start.

At that moment, it was as if these players had been pried open and honey was poured into them, making them feel sweet inside.

"Defense!"

As the celebration ended and they retreated, Peschan shouted from the sidelines, gesturing with his hand: "Control the tempo."

Wei Lai immediately understood.

Continuing to attack is pointless, as we risk being countered. Controlling the tempo and maintaining possession are the things we should be doing now.

Steadily, step by step, we will achieve victory.

"Athletico Amsterdam has started to take control of the tempo, passing the ball around continuously and giving Taurhamletz no chance. However, Taurhamletz is not to be outdone. They are accelerating forward and closing in. Are they going to apply high-pressing pressure again?"

Wei Lai passed the ball out, but his shoulder was bumped by Boyes.

"That was a fierce charge!" Wei Lai muttered.

He wasn't fooled at all by Boyes's provocative little tricks.

Only a fool would engage in hand-to-hand combat with him when he has such a huge advantage.

"careful!"

Duan Xuan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

He saw Boyes closing in fiercely behind Wei Lai, but from Wei Lai's angle, he couldn't see him at all.

But the next second, Wei Lai gently pushed back with his foot, then jumped slightly to deflect the impact.

"Does it have eyes on the back of its head?" Duan Xuan exclaimed in surprise, "How can you even see that?"

Comment area.

'Don't underestimate Wei Lai's observation frequency and decision-making speed!'

'That's his specialty.'

"That's right! Many people say Wei Lai's 'crescent moon' kick is undeniably stylish, but what truly enables Wei Lai to play like that is his frequent observation and rapid decision-making speed!"

'It seems like Boyes is completely outmaneuvered by Wei Lai!'

'Boyes is a complete flop; his price was inflated. Just watch him play, and you'll see. His passing is accurate, but he has no brains!'

'After Moric left, Taurhamletz's midfield has no one to carry the team.'

'Wei, go to Taurhamletz!'

"Go to Taurhamletz my foot! Given Wei Lai's current performance and age, if he wanted to go, those top clubs would just give him the green light."

'Playing like this at 18, the midfield will be a breeze for the next decade.'

'However, Wei Lai seems to be more offensively oriented than defensively; he's not well-rounded enough!'

"Take it slow! We're 18, what's there to be afraid of! Wei Lai is far from his peak!"

The game became a stalemate, the offensive rhythm was not clear, and the fans were chatting idly.

Soon, the game entered halftime.

Taurhamletz made adjustments, replacing a midfielder and adding another playmaker.

However, after the second half began, they found that this was only a temporary solution.

Riber did get the ball, but he couldn't break through at all.

Or rather, their midfield couldn't create enough open space for Riber to make a forward run.

Riber was almost constantly watched by Reyesa and Hendrick.

"Take Riber off!"

In the 55th minute, the Taurhamletz coaching staff had no choice but to substitute Riber off the field.

On the one hand, he couldn't get results for a long time, and on the other hand, Riber's stamina was running out after continuous battles.

"Riber has been replaced?"

As Morton watched Taollhamletz make a substitution, he turned and called out, "Musar, it's your turn to come on!"

Musar got up and began warming up along the sidelines. In the 58th minute, Musar came on as a substitute, and Hendrick was substituted off.

With Riber off the field, there was no longer any need for Sporting Amsterdam to continue their midfield strangulation tactics.

Moreover, Musar's appearance will further liberate Wei Lai.

Duan Xuan sighed:
"That's the kind of tactical response a top coach makes! As soon as Riber came off the field, Amsterdam immediately changed their formation, no longer maintaining the midfield strangulation formation!"

The same word is being used in the comments section.

'A renowned coach!'

'This is what a great coach is like!'

'Renowned coach +1'

'No? Did you guys understand? It's a famous coach!'

As Musar entered the stage, Wei Lai immediately stepped forward.

"How?"

Musar pointed ahead and said, "Mr. Morton said to maintain the rhythm, look for opportunities in the attacking third, and focus on supporting the defense, mainly on my side to disrupt the opponent's movement."

Wei Lai nodded to indicate that he understood.

Musar is getting old and can't run as fast as he used to, so Wei Lai has to make up for some of the running.

As for the right side, Reyesa can handle it himself.

As for the attack, Wei Lai felt that they still had to rely on set pieces. Since the two goals, Taurhamletz had Gray drop back to help Tankur share the defensive pressure. There was very little space to pass the ball, and there was no need to force open up space.

The game restarted, and Sarr attempted a breakthrough on the wing.

But Wei Lai pulled him back by grabbing his jersey. Sarr flicked the ball, intending to break through from the other side, but Wei Lai pulled his jersey again.

This guy tore the jersey out of shape, but just wouldn't let go.

"Hey!"

Sal turned around excitedly, swinging his arms and glaring angrily at Wei Lai, who returned the gaze defiantly.

The teammates were about to surround him, but the referee's sharp whistle interrupted them.

The referee showed Wei Lai a yellow card and warned him to be less likely to make dirty plays.

Wei Lai nodded repeatedly, looking like a good boy, then turned to look at Sal:
I'm keeping a close eye on you!

Sal pursed his lips and glared at Wei Lai with hatred.

He's only 18, a rookie's age, but his playing style is exactly the same as those old thugs.

They pulled and dragged him, almost throwing him to the ground.

"Well done, Wei!"

Reyesa gave Wei Lai a thumbs up.

Wei Lai nodded in response.

Some things always have to be done by someone. That position just now, if it wasn't Wei Lai, it would have been Reyesa.

Regarding the issue of taking cards, Wei Lai taking cards is better than Reyesa taking cards.

Of course, Wei Lai also knew that he needed to restrain himself, otherwise he might easily be sent off with a red card.

The match resumed, and Taurhamletz's form was even worse.

Not only were they down by two goals, but their attacks were also repeatedly interrupted, leading to low morale and a general lack of football skills.

They wanted to pass the ball forward, but couldn't see any space.

They wanted to pass the ball safely, but were easily disrupted by Atlético Amsterdam.

This match was incredibly uncomfortable to play.

boom!
After Wei Lai passed the ball, he immediately jumped up and dodged Sarr's sliding tackle.

"Anxious!"

Wei Lai made a judgment.

This action has no meaning; it's just for the sake of being fierce, simply to scare people.

But with 75 minutes already gone, they had no choice but to hurry.

Taurhamletz's movements were wide and sweeping, like a martial arts team, constantly flashing his spikes, as if to say, "I'm going to smash you to death," even though he didn't manage to shovel.

This is a common practice in the Premier League, and Wei Lai has encountered it many times in simulated classrooms.

He knew that this was a paper tiger, and if he backed down now, they would only become more arrogant.

But Wei Lai's understanding doesn't mean that others understand this as well.

After all, they've never played in the Premier League.

"Make your move! Stay steady! Don't retreat!"

Felix roared, "They're just trying to scare people!"

boom!
The ball was passed to Felix, who lobbed it and jumped, dodging Tancur's half-beat-later sliding tackle. As he landed, he used the instep of his foot to push the ball across to Robinson.

Robinson stared at Umaso, who was charging at him like a rugby player, seemingly intent on knocking him away.

"You're really stunned!"

Robinson received the ball, flicked it to the outside, and tried to make a feint.

Sure enough, the opponent immediately followed up, flicking the ball back with the instep of their foot.

However, the force of the shot was too great, causing the ball to roll towards the rib area, which was out of control.

"Terrible"

Robinson was startled; just as he was about to start, someone was faster than him.

Swish!
A red and white figure suddenly swept past from the side.

Wei Lai scooped up the ball and charged straight into the penalty area.

"Wei Lai! An opportunity!"

Wei Lai drove straight in, and as he approached the penalty spot, he suddenly stopped.

Felix pressed down on the back line, advancing deep into the attack.

The threat is coming from diagonally behind.

Wei Lai passed the ball with the instep of his left foot, and it rolled diagonally to the right side of the penalty area, where Konrad Lechmann arrived and unleashed a powerful shot.

The goalkeeper dived to the side and parried the ball away, which deflected and rolled to the left.

"He pounced on it!! Ah!!!"

The Sky Sports commentator screamed in fright.

Wei Lai happened to be right where the ball was about to land. He frantically swung his left leg and poked the ball with his toe.

At that moment, he had no control over the angle and just relied on brute force to create miracles.

Swish!
Before the goalkeeper could even get up, Wei Lai had already sent the ball into the goal.

In the 81st minute, it was Atlético Amsterdam's third goal.

It was also a goal that could have sealed the victory!

"It's over! It's over! There's no chance left. Taurhamletz can't close the three-goal gap in less than 10 minutes!"

"The night sky over Gdansk is ablaze with orange! The Baltic winds sing a heroic anthem for them! They've won! Atlético Amsterdam has won! And in this glorious young team is our pride, Wei Lai!"

"Wei Lai roared to the sky, and in that shout were the sweat and hardship of countless days and nights, the longing and loneliness of being far from his homeland! Tonight, all his efforts will be transformed into the sweetest wine! He did it, he stands at the top of Europe!"

Duan Xuan slowly calmed himself down and said in emotional words:

"He was once a lone star in the East, carrying his dreams across the ocean. Tonight, he shines brightly in the galaxy of Amsterdam's young guard. His passes are like lightning bolts of wisdom piercing the night sky; his orchestrations are like the rudder that steadys a sailboat! With the unique tenacity and wisdom of the Chinese people, he has etched his immortal name on this legendary green field!"

"Please remember this moment!"

Duan Xuan's voice was majestic, like reciting a poem:
"Remember this historic night! A Chinese player, at the heart of the team, is about to lift a weighty European trophy. This is not just an ordinary trophy, but a bridge connecting Eastern dreams with the Western football hall of fame! It tells the world that China's football soil can also cultivate helmsmen who conquer Europe!"

Duan Xuan was a little short of breath from shouting, but looking at the spirited young man in the camera, he couldn't help but smile.

"Let's celebrate! The road ahead is long, but tonight, because of this moment, dreams have become reality, and the legend is yours to write!"

"Go for it, Wei Lai!"

Although the match was not over yet, Duan Xuan could not contain his excitement.

Watching Wei Lai score a goal, watching the orange storm ignite by Wei Lai.

As a football professional, a commentator, and a Chinese citizen, he felt honored!

"Substitute Wei and Lehmann off the field!"

Mr. Morton let out a slow breath: "From now on, all we need to do is defend those three goals!"

In the 83rd minute, Wei Lai and Konrad Lehmann were substituted off the field.

Atlético Amsterdam entered a period where all players retreated to defend.

Taurhamletz frantically attempted a long-range lob shot towards the penalty area, which went over the halfway line, but they still couldn't get anywhere.

During stoppage time, they were even more determined to get into the penalty area.

But they encountered physical challenges, fouls, tackles, and so on, making it difficult for them to move forward.

90+3 minutes.

In the final moments of stoppage time, the Taurhamletz goalkeeper ran into the penalty area to contest the last corner kick.

They knew there was little hope.

But what can be done?
boom!
Goalkeeper Rutte punched out with both fists, extinguishing this last attack.

Reyesa reacted quickly, kicking the ball out of play with a powerful kick.

At that moment, the whistle blew.
Beep! Beep!
Beep! ————————

Two short and one long.

The final whistle pierced the sky, officially marking the end of this Europa League final.

Amsterdam Serie A 3-0 Taurhamletz

They won the 2027/2028 UEFA Europa League final.