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Chapter 64 The Dark Horse (Please add to your favorites)

Beep beep beep! !

Three whistles sounded, and the game ended.

Green Lions defeated Hamburg U15 2-1.

He Chaoyue and Xiang Ming both scored, securing the victory for their teams.

However, the German youths, with their height and physical advantages, did cause Hamburg U15 a lot of trouble with set pieces and corner kicks, and even scored goals.

This match was more difficult than the one in Torino.

It also shows that the young lions on the green field are indeed easily suppressed in terms of physical strength.

But the result was still good!
They had an average of 70% possession, 8 shooting opportunities, 4 of which were threatening shots, and scored two goals.

If it weren't for the opposing goalkeeper's outstanding performance, the young lion might have been able to pull ahead even further.

After this match, all three rounds of the group stage were completed.

The Green Lions won all three of their matches, advancing to the Round of 16 as group winners!
This means they can play relatively more easily in the first round of the knockout stage.

"Everyone played very well, and this game perfectly implemented our tactical philosophy!" Tong Xianfeng paused and then suddenly spoke up; "Especially Wei Lai, your decisions in midfield helped us avoid a lot of danger. After the midfield stabilized, the capabilities of the front and back lines were also unleashed."

"However, there are some problems. The full-backs can't all rush forward at the same time. If one goes up, the other has to stay behind. They have to pay attention to their teammates' positioning at all times and cover for them as soon as possible!"

"Also, you need to foul when you should. You guys are playing too well. You should learn from Yang Fan in this regard!"

Yang Fan raised his chin smugly.

He committed the most fouls in this match and was also the only player to receive a yellow card.

Tong Xianfeng then changed the subject, saying, "The knockout stage starts tomorrow, and the competition will become even more intense, with stronger opponents. So we need to be prepared at all times. Everyone, pack your bags and we'll do a post-match review when we get back to the hotel!"

Inside a hotel room.

Wei Lai is having a video call with his father.

"Three consecutive wins, advancing as group winners, defeating Torino U15, Hamburg U15, and Liege U15 respectively?"

Wei Chenggong exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, that's amazing! Turin has Hamburg, and I remember Liège is a Belgian club, right?"

"That's right!" Wei Lai smiled, looking very happy.

"But Hamburg had the toughest time playing. When those Germans were using their bodies to force their way through, there weren't many of us who could withstand them!"

Hamburg is full of tall, physically imposing players, with an average height of over 178 cm.

Their corner kicks and set pieces did pose a significant threat to the Lions.

"That's amazing!" Wei Chenggong gave a thumbs up. Chen Qian, who was standing next to him, said, "Xiao Lai, it's okay to play football, but don't get hurt! When you need to dodge, dodge. Listen to your mother!"

Wei Lai smiled, and Wei Chenggong turned his head and said with dissatisfaction, "Why are you hiding? When it's time to fight, you have to fight and show your mettle."

Chen Qian's expression changed slightly.

Wei Chenggong's tone also changed abruptly: "But your mother is right. Getting injured would be troublesome. You still have to play in the World Youth Championship, so it's always good to be careful. Good luck, son! Your parents support you! We'll be there to support you at the World Youth Championship!"

"OK!"

Wei Lai smiled and agreed, then said, "Mom and Dad, I have to go now. We need to do the post-match review soon, so I'll be going now!"

"go Go!"

After hanging up the phone, Wei Lai saw that Yang Fan had also ended his call.

As for He Chaoyue, she sat quietly to the side, waiting for the two of them.

"Aren't you going to call home?"

Wei Lai asked He Chaoyue.

He Chaoyue said calmly, "There's no need to report these kinds of competitions. It's not like we haven't won before!"

Wei Lai and Yang Fan exchanged a glance.

Yang Fan said fiercely, "Old Wei, can you tolerate this?"

Wei Lai: "Hold him down!"

By this time, He Chaoyue had already disappeared in a flash.

He dared not confront these two head-on; neither of them was on his level.

Seeing He Chaoyue sneak out, Yang Fan laughed loudly, "Coward!" Wei Lai also smiled and said, "Let's go, it's time for a debriefing!"

Inside Tong Xianfeng's house, a group of little lions gathered together.

They were either standing or sitting, filling the entire room to the brim.

Opposite them was a computer screen displaying a recording of the match.

Tong Xianfeng began by saying, "First of all, everyone should thank Team Leader Liang for filming this precious competition video for us under the scorching sun."

After saying that, Tong Xianfeng took the lead in clapping, and the others followed suit.

Liang Xu also stood up with a smile, indicating that it was the right thing to do.

Tong Xianfeng then continued, "This is our opponent in the next round, Sporting Porto U15 from the Portuguese Super League. They came in second in Group A, and they will be our opponent tomorrow!"

"This was the third round of the group stage, where they faced Atlético Barcelona. Although they narrowly lost 1-3, the content of the match is worth noting!"

"We need to be wary of two opponents here. One is the number 9 center, Ruosang, whose official height is 187 cm!"

hiss! ! !
Everyone gasped!
15 years old, 187 cm tall, that's practically a giant!

"How do you defend against this giant? He's practically a high-altitude bomber!" Yang Fan grinned.

Jacob and Sonny are not short either.

But none of them exceeded 180 cm, with Jacob being the taller one at 179 cm.

An 8-centimeter height difference is enough to cause a headache.

"We can't overcome the height difference, so we have to limit them in other ways," Chen Shaojie said. "We can't let them cross the ball freely from the wings!"

After saying that, Chen Shaojie looked at Yang Fan and said, "Brother Yang, you're going to be the scapegoat in the next game!"

"Take the blame?" Yang Fan sneered, "I'll pin the blame on him, what's there to be afraid of! Let's get him!"

Tong Xianfeng spoke up at the opportune moment: "Number 7, Belle, is very fast! Extremely fast! Even faster than He Chaoyue!"

"Most importantly, his starting speed and explosive power are enough to leave everyone behind!"

"The combination of these two players is Porto's most threatening attacking tactic. One is tall and the other is fast. When they combine their crosses, they can easily create dangerous shots!"

He Chaoyue: "We can't let number 7 be in a one-on-one position, Yang Fan can't handle it!"

Yang Fan said with dissatisfaction, "Hey! Lao He, don't you have any faith in me?"

He Chaoyue: "To be honest, one-on-one, can you keep up?"

Yang Fan pursed his lips, though he was very unhappy,
"Can't keep up!"

"I'll stay in the left flank," Wei Lai said, raising his hand. "Once Yang Fan is held back, I can come over and help defend!"

Facing a player with explosive speed like this, Wei Lai would have no choice but to call for backup if he didn't immediately close in.

Moreover, he cannot leave the left side of the court during this match.

Once he leaves, he won't be able to catch up.

Abandon coverage, increase coordinated regional defense, completely block the opponent's main offensive routes, and then...
"I'll retreat!" Xiang Ming volunteered, raising his hand. "Old Wei has already made sacrifices, so I'll also give up part of the attack and let Luo Xiang and He Chaoyue take the lead!"

After saying that, he looked at He Chaoyue and said, "If you can't score in 30 minutes, we'll explode!"

He Chaoyue touched her ponytail and shook her head.

"Twenty minutes is enough!"

"Damn it!" Xiang Ming turned his head and curled his lip; "I just can't stand that about him!"

Wei Lai suddenly asked, "He Chaoyue, how many goals did you score?"

He Chaoyue held up five fingers.

"Two in the first round, two in the second round, and one in the third round!"

Wei Lai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Can anyone tell me the current rankings of the top scorers?"

Liang Xu suppressed a laugh and pointed at He Chaoyue, saying, "He's currently number one on the scoring leaderboard!"

"Wait a minute," Yang Fan suddenly said; "We scored nine goals and conceded two in three rounds of matches, a goal difference of seven? That's amazing?"

Liang Xu nodded and said, "So you're the dark horse team now. During today's match, I saw many coaches from other teams filming your game, including Santuario and Atlético Barcelona. They've got their eyes on you!"

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