The template of Madoka Kaname: I rose from adversity to the summit.

Chapter 102: First in Hard Power (Daily 10,000 words)

Yuan Meng sat high below the table, enjoying the admiration of everyone.

Reporters were dispatched by major media outlets across the UK and other mainstream media in Europe.

They originally intended to interview Chelsea and Arsenal.

After all, most people believed that the two teams would advance and meet in the FA Cup final.

Chelsea's dream of winning two titles was ruthlessly crushed by Leicester City.

Arsenal will face an unexpected spoiler in the final.

The boy on stage, with a sunny disposition, sat there calmly, wearing clean clothes he had just changed into.

His performance was as if beating Chelsea was a trivial matter, nothing to be overjoyed about.

So the reporters pointed their cameras at Ranieri, whose smile never wavered.

The Leicester reporter asked the first question.

"Coach Ranieri, congratulations on reaching the FA Cup final. Can you look ahead and say if you're confident of winning the title?"

Ranieri's joy was palpable, but as always, he lowered everyone's expectations.

"I'm very happy to have made it to the finals. It's an honorable moment. We will give it our all, but the outcome is uncertain."

"Arsenal is a very strong team; on paper, they are stronger than us."

The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment.

Sigh, as usual, I can't get anything out of them.

They were due to submit their article tonight and were eager for even more sensational news.

The Sky Sports reporters weren't so reserved; they looked at Yuan Meng.

"Yuan, congratulations on your 1 goal and 1 assist, earning you the Man of the Match award. How does it feel?"

Yuan Meng reflected on how many "Man of the Match" awards she had received.

There are too many to count.

He said calmly, "I don't feel anything. I've won too many awards like this, I'm used to it."

The reporter choked, swallowing back what he wanted to say, and simply went along with Yuan Meng's words.

"Since being named Man of the Match isn't enough for you, what are your goals? Is there any award you particularly want?"

Yuan Meng nodded: "Of course, I haven't lifted the championship trophy yet, but the trophy should feel great to hold."

"Wow--!"

The BBC reporter quickly followed up, "Yuan, if I may be so bold, but just to confirm, do you mean you're confident of beating Arsenal?"

Ranieri quickly gave Yuan Meng a wink, telling her not to make such confident statements before the match.

Yuan Meng didn't even see it and replied instantly.

"Of course."

"Chelsea are ranked above Arsenal."

"We beat Chelsea."

"This proves that our overall strength is superior to Arsenal's!"

"You should ask Arsenal if they're afraid of me!"

The BBC reporter was stunned; he hadn't seen such an arrogant player in a long time.

The last one was Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who famously said: "Zlatan never tries out!"

An old friend suddenly asked a question.

"So you're saying you've already won the FA Cup final?"

Yuan Meng looked over and saw it was her old friend, Fried.

"Have you forgotten how to address me?"

"Yuan?"

"No, you should call me Fathr."

Fried's face turned ashen; he had been fired and sent to work for The Sun because of that incident.

The Sun doesn't look down on Fried; on the contrary, it welcomes people like him who bring their own attention and traffic.

"If you don't want to ask, then step back. Don't delay other people from asking questions."

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"Father."

""

"Can't you hear me? Why do you speak like a mosquito?" Yuan Meng pretended to pick at her ear.

Fried realized he had been tricked and sat back down, his face flushed.

the next day.

BBC—

—Yuan Meng was selected as the best player in the semifinals, beating out a host of star players.

Sky Sports – “Conte says Chelsea made significant rotations to conserve energy for the league.”

The Sun – “Leicester City may have wasted their efforts if they can't beat a full-strength Arsenal squad.”

How did a strange thing get in here?

Yuan Meng glanced at the last report, authored by Fried.

That's not surprising; they're still being stubborn.

Yuan Meng quickly went to Instagram to tease him.

@Fried [My son is going through puberty and doesn't recognize me as his dad anymore. The world is going to the dogs.]

After waiting and waiting, Fred replied.

[The FA Cup final was after the season started, and Arsenal fielded their full-strength squad. Why did they lose to you?]

This cannot change one fact.

What facts? Are you trying to say that Leicester City's overall strength is superior to Arsenal's?

The fact is, you are my son.

Fried slammed his phone down.

"You wait, wait until Leicester City loses the final, then we'll see who's the clown!"

After having fun, Yuan Meng naturally turned her attention to other things, such as her three-game winning streak.

He still hasn't mastered the coolest skill, which is the Madoka Backflip.

Previously, you had to choose from basic skills, but you couldn't buy the coolest skills.

Things are different now!

There are extra skill options available.

Yuan Meng rubbed his hands together like a fly and looked at the schedule.

In the 34th round of the Premier League, they will play against Tottenham.

No problem, you're a defeated opponent!

He couldn't wait for the match to start!

Tottenham Hotspur thrashed Leicester City!

"I'm fucking laughing to death."

Xie An clutched his throbbing stomach, barely able to lift his head.

"Now do you all understand? This is the level of Leicester City's substitutes."

"They're all pretending to be professional players."

"Ranielli made a really decisive move in this game, resting most of his players."

"A very wise decision. Leicester City are currently stuck with 49 points, not in the top six, and certainly not in the relegation zone."

"Ranielli gave players who were not physically fit enough rest."

"This is definitely to avoid player injuries and to focus all their efforts on winning the FA Cup."

"I think Yuan Shen will be very happy."

Yuan Meng couldn't be happy; he was praying he wouldn't have to go on stage.

Once you step onto the field, the system will recognize you as a participant. If you lose, your winning streak will be reset to zero.

If they lose all their wins, their next three-game winning streak will have to be against Manchester City.

For a possession-based team like Manchester City, the best counter to Leicester City's deep-lying defense is De Bruyne's pinpoint passes and skillful attacks.

"Yuan, prepare—"

"No!!!" Yuan Meng quickly reached out to stop him, her face turning purple with anxiety. "Boss, my stomach hurts."

"Weren't you doing well at the start of the game?"

Yuan Meng shouted in her heart: Then why don't you just let me appear at the beginning!

Even with substitutes, at least there's time to make plays.

With 30 minutes left and the score at 4-1, what else can we do?

Do you really think I'm a god?

Yuan Meng kept shaking her head, afraid that Ranieri would insist on letting him play.

Ranieri looked at Yuan Meng's unpleasant expression and thought for a while.

Instead of risking a sick player, we should give a player from the end of the bench some practice.

"Amartey, go warm up. You'll replace Gray later, so come on and get a feel for the game."

Yuan Meng breathed a sigh of relief; she had almost been scared to death.

This was their last chance for a three-game winning streak this season, and they almost missed it.

[Yuan Shen's expression seemed off today.]

He must be sick.

How can we tell?

If cattle and horses aren't working, they're most likely sick.

Is Yuan Shen even considered a beast of burden?

The world is still unsettled; we are all but beasts of burden.

There is another possibility.

What is it?

"Of course! It's May 1st already, can any normal person be happy?"

"Without Yuan Shen, Leicester City is just a relegation team."

"The game is almost over, so Yuan Shen probably won't be playing today."

[Brother Xie is the most reliable; he told us to be cautious in this game.]

"Nonsense, half a substitute on the team, can he even play?"

"Wait, something's up."

Tottenham have scored again.

"6—1."

This is absolutely amazing.

I'm thinking about something, does anyone understand?

[Yuan Shen absolutely cannot transfer to Leicester City, or he'll be locked up in jail for life.]

Great minds think alike!

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