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Chapter 83 Is this reasonable? (Please add to your favorites)
Madrid Football Club!

One of Spain's traditional powerhouses, and also one of the world's top super clubs.

Its huge exposure and commercial value allow every player who joins it to smoothly embark on the path to stardom, and even become a superstar.

Many people refer to Madrid as the 'ovary that hatches the Ballon d'Or'!
For ordinary players, the top five European leagues represent the pinnacle.

For those stars with greater ambitions, the ability of these elite teams to create stars and incubate Ballon d'Or winners is what truly attracts them.

Today's Madrid has superstars in almost every position!
The most famous is undoubtedly Rafael, the only midfield maestro in football today, last year's Ballon d'Or winner, and a representative of elegant football.

As the cornerstone of Madrid's midfield, he is both the initiator of attacks and the commander-in-chief on the field.

Throughout Madrid's matches, Rafael consistently demonstrated his ability to tear apart the opponent's defense with unexpected passes, creating scoring opportunities for his own forwards.

But that's not the key point; he plays both position eight and position ten!
Besides passing, his final pass and individual scoring ability after dribbling breakthroughs are also outstanding.

I like Raphael!

On the bus to Kings Stadium, Wei Lai looked on with anticipation.

"Raphael? You two aren't the same type, are you?"

Yu Jiahe thought for a moment and said, "You should be more like Vera, dark, hard, and strong!"

Wei Lai said quietly, "I am Vera, do you dare stand in front of me?"

Yu Jiahe was stunned for a moment, then immediately grinned; "What kind of hellish joke is this!"

Everyone knows that Vera's sexual orientation seems to be a bit problematic!
Liking something and being good at it are not the same thing!
Although Wei Lai excels in defense and is currently showing a strong, physical, and powerful style, no one can stop him. He aspires to become an elegant midfield maestro like Rafael!

"Who do you like?" Xiang Ming asked He Chaoyue.

Before He Chaoyue could speak, Xiang Ming asked with great interest, "Let me guess! Ronnie?"

He Chaoyue shook her head.

"Rheinz?"

He Chaoyue continued to shake her head.

"Really?" Xiang Ming frowned. "You don't like the two most lethal attackers in football? Do you prefer strong, black players?"

He Chaoyue rolled her eyes.

Yang Fan laughed loudly, "He likes the Simone type!"

"Simone? The Argentine winger?" Xiang Ming asked in surprise; "He likes that kind of big beard?"

He Chaoyue: "Look at his technique! He is technically proficient, fast, technically complete, and has excellent shooting skills. He can be a winger who can break through defenses, or he can play a finishing role near the center. Most importantly, his powerful attacking force can open up the game for the midfield with his individual ability when the midfield is in trouble!"

Yang Fan looked at Xiang Ming: "And you? Who do you like?"

Xiang Ming shrugged: "I like them all, but I like mine the most."

Yang Fan: "You like flashy girls?"

Xiang Ming: "Get out!"

Tong Xianfeng and Liang Xu, who were ahead, turned around and looked back.

The former smiled and said, "They all seem very excited!"

Liang Xu: "After all, they are a world-class powerhouse team, so it's normal to have high expectations!"

Shortly after, the bus arrived at Royal Third Avenue.

At the center of the avenue stands a huge oval-shaped facility.

It is entirely silver-white, with its outer wall bulging like bubbles, pieced together like a dreamlike theater.

Posters of star athletes are hung on the outer walls.

Whether they're throwing powerful punches or striking cool poses, there's no doubt they're all world-class players.

The giant electronic screen played various goal highlights, and the large number of fans gathered around filled the hearts of the young people with excitement.

Hala! Madrid!

A group of fans dressed in pristine white jerseys roared past!

They marched forward in a high-profile manner, with huge flags fluttering in the air and cheering banners hanging high.

Those resounding cheers struck straight to the soul.

"We're about to enter the stadium. We'll start distributing tickets now. Line up one by one and don't fall behind!"

"Hold your phones safe. There's internet inside. Connect to the internet as soon as you go in, just in case!"

"If you want to go to the restroom, you need to report it in advance and get my and Team Leader Liang's approval before you can go! Understand?"

Everyone shouted, "Understood!"

Tong Xianfeng turned his head and pointed to the entrance.

"Let's go now!!"

The crowd cheered immediately.

"Let's go! Let's go!" "Let's go watch the Madrid game!"

"Come on, Madrid!"

boom! boom! boom!
Beep beep beep beep! ! ! !

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

Whoosh!!!

Cheers, stomping, applause, and other sounds mingled together, creating waves of excitement in the stadium that could hold 100,000 people.

The loud cheers were so intense that they made one feel dizzy.

"I'm going to faint! I'm going to faint!"

Yang Fan roared, but if he didn't roar, no sound would be heard at all.

His face flushed with excitement, he turned to Wei Lai and said, "Old Wei, can you really play well in this kind of environment? My legs feel like they're going to give way!"

“It does feel soft at first!” Wei Lai nodded.

"What?!" Yang Fan roared, "What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

Wei Lai turned his head; "It's nothing! Stop yelling! You're the noisiest one, okay!"

"Hahahaha!!!" Yang Fan spread his arms and laughed loudly; "This is so awesome! What's it like to play football in this kind of environment?"

Wei Lai shook his head and turned to look at the court.

The players from both sides were slowly walking out, and the cheers in the stadium became even more intense.

Wei Lai was no stranger to this kind of environment.

After all, he had already experienced it in a simulated classroom.

Even to the point of playing in a match!

To be honest, I didn't play well at first; my legs felt weak.

But once you get used to it, these cheers will only make you excited.

This match is between Madrid and Parma United.

Parma is an island in Spain, and the team is currently at the bottom of the La Liga standings.

Therefore, this match cannot be considered a clash of titans.

Wei Lai's eyes were fixed on the field, and he looked at the young player wearing the number 10 jersey for Madrid.

French midfield maestro Rafael Ebert, with his slicked-back hair neatly combed, possesses a physique that, while not particularly muscular, seems to radiate boundless energy. His square face and thick stubble add to his masculine charm.

He had a smile on his face and chatted with his teammates from time to time, as if he didn't feel the tension of the game.

Suddenly, Wei Lai noticed Raphael's location.

"Not a central midfielder?"

Rafael should normally play as a central midfielder or winger, but in this match he actually dropped back to the defensive midfield position.

However, Wei Lai was even more excited.

How did Rafael play as a defensive midfielder?
This has great reference value for Wei Lai.

Soon, the game began.

Madrid kicked off first, and Parma immediately launched a high press, quickly attacking the opponent's formation.

Wei Lai's eyes were fixed on Rafael, watching him retreat step by step until he finally stood in position 6 (the position in front of the defensive line).

And he was facing away from her.

Wei Lai's eyes lit up; the tactical concepts explained by Coach Hair Dryer could now be validated.

He immediately observed that the full-back had moved forward, blocking the passing lanes.

Because of excessive retreat, and with no teammates facing the attacking team around, passing back to the defender is very risky.

"Actively disrupt the rhythm! Maintain possession of the ball!"

Wei Lai's eyes shone brightly; he believed Raphael would do that.

At this moment, on the field, Rafael turned his head left and right to observe, then suddenly started running towards the ball. When the opposing defender approached again, he gently flicked the ball with his foot.

A lobbed pass over the top, followed by a turn, and before the ball hits the ground, a direct pass with the left foot!

The ball landed precisely at the winger's feet, creating a one-on-one situation for him.

"what?"

Wei Lai was dumbfounded.

"Is this reasonable?"

(End of this chapter)