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

Chapter 106 You're going to dive? I'll dive too!

Yuan Meng waved her arms and cheered loudly.

"Brothers, hold the line!"

"Just one minute left!"

Manchester City's decline is now fully apparent!

Ranieri suddenly yelled at Yuan Meng.

"Why are you yelling?"

"You need to go back to defense too!"

"It's the last minute, no need to fight back."

Oh right, Yuan Meng suddenly realized that she could defend during the final moments of the first half.

He took off running and charged toward Sané who had the ball.

Sane was startled and quickly passed the ball to the middle.

The ball was in a hurry, and Ndidi successfully cleared it.

The referee checked his watch and blew his whistle immediately.

"It's alright, I made it through." Xie An breathed a sigh of relief.

"Manchester City's attack is so fierce, I feel like Leicester City won't be able to hold on in the second half."

Still breastfeeding?

[Thank you, but using milk powder solely for profit is not advisable.]

Neither side made any adjustments in the second half. Both teams had injuries and no suitable substitutes on the bench.

Guardiola is also having a headache.

Aguero's physical condition is too poor, and he also has a minor injury, so he is not suitable to play.

Gundogan is still recovering from injury; otherwise, the midfield would definitely be smoother.

Ranieri's aces are all at home, and his substitutes are even less useful.

There wasn't much they could do, so both sides just made do with what they could.

Manchester City still dominated the game, and everyone was used to it.

The situation changed dramatically in the 67th minute of the match.

De Bruyne shook off Ndidi's marking and suddenly made a no-look pass.

The ball passed through Benalouane and came to Jesus' feet.

Jesus stepped into the penalty area and drew his bow.

Huth, who was covering, quickly blocked the attack!

Jesus saw Huth's leg sweeping towards him and decisively leaped up!

Beep!

The referee points to the penalty spot!

"Oh no, the yellow-flavored meal deal!"

"Hutt's kick didn't go in, did it?"

"Referee—ouch!"

[This kind of ball is optional; it depends on the referee.]

I think it got scratched, so I gave it to you without complaint.

It's a case of biased refereeing!

[Corrupt refereeing +1]

Huth kept trying to explain to the referee, but it was no use.

Yuan Meng had to fulfill her duty as captain, so she hugged Hu Te tightly.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to hold back the enraged Huth, otherwise he would have been unable to play if he had received a red card.

Yuan Meng ran towards the referee to hear his explanation.

This job is usually done by Morgan, but now it has fallen to Yuan Meng.

"There was a clear kicking motion inside the penalty area, and the ball was also in contact with the player in control. It's definitely a penalty, no doubt about it."

Yuan Meng quickly followed up, "Is it possible that he faked the fall? I don't think the contact was strong enough to make Jesus fall to the ground."

The referee shook his head, said no more, and his attitude was clear.

Yuan Meng wanted to sigh, but she held it back, afraid that her teammates would see it.

Yuan Meng clapped his hands vigorously to boost morale.

"Alright, cheer up!"

"Don't be discouraged, the game isn't over yet!"

Everyone was in position, and Jesus stepped up to take the penalty.

"Schmeichel is very focused!"

"Door God, can you save us one more time?"

Please!

"Ah—!" Xie An slumped into a chair.

Jesus scored.

There was nothing they could do; they'd penalized a blind spot, so no one could blame Schmeichel.

The game continued, and Manchester City began to stabilize.

Leicester City's possession dropped to 34% at one point.

"Leicester City are getting a bit desperate and have started making frequent long passes."

"This won't work, it's unbalanced!"

"Manchester City sent three men to surround Yuan Shen's side."

"Hey, Water Drinker, go find Gray first!"

The ball had already flown towards Yuan Meng, and three people around him rushed towards him.

Snapped!

Yuan Meng collapsed to the ground, unable to shed a tear.

As for?

What are they doing?

"Danny (Drinking Water Guy), move! Move!"

"Don't give it to me yet!"

Yuan Meng spoke up to remind him, and in the process, caught up with David Silva, who had stolen the ball.

David Silva turned halfway and flicked the ball past Yuan Meng, then advanced forward.

No, we can't stop him. D. Silva's ball control is still too strong.

Yuan Meng could only wish her teammates good luck.

"Holy crap, this is Endidi!"

"He and Albrighton double-teamed him, and David Silva lost the ball!"

Yuan Meng looked up and saw that Manchester City had just pushed forward, leaving their defense vulnerable!

"Give it to me this time! Give it to me!" Yuan Meng shouted as she ran, raising her hand.

Albrighton received the ball and made a long pass without hesitation.

Gray was taken aback. He had been running back and forth for a long time, but not a single ball had come.

No one cared about poor Gray; all eyes were on Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng seized the landing point, pressing her butt against Krishnamurti to prevent him from getting close.

OK, the ball has been perfectly dislodged.

At that instant, Krishnamurti's foot quietly slipped between Yuan Meng's legs.

not good!

Yuan Meng blocked Clichy's abdomen with her left hand, preventing him from controlling the ball, and stretched her long leg forward!

Extend it again!

Dial again!

Nice!

Got the ball!

[Anthony's Turnaround]

[Proficiency: 70→80 (Mastery)]

Yuan Meng hooked the ball with the inside of his right foot, spinning half a circle, and used his back against Clichy for leverage, just enough to push him away.

Invincible!

"Yuan Shen has entered the restricted area!"

"He dribbled past Otamendi!"

"You can shoot now!"

"Holy crap, Kompany stepped on it."

Yuan Meng jumped with the momentum, splashing water everywhere!

The two of them were surrounding him; it would be foolish not to jump.

Beep—!

"What did the referee say?"

"OK, yellow dot meal!"

"Kompany, listen to me, thank you, because of you, I feel warm—"

[Shut up, Xie Hai!]

[Damn, that's awful.]

[Xie Hai is tone-deaf.]

"Ahem." Xie An adjusted his tone. "Let's look at this penalty kick. Who will take it?"

"Yuan Shen punishes the point!"

"He's so focused, he's amazing, can he make the free throw?"

Yuan Meng didn't use any tricks, such as small steps or changes in rhythm for penalty kicks; he's not good at those.

But he excels at shooting!

He rushed out decisively and kicked the ball to the bottom right corner!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"No problem!"

"Confirm the penalty!"

"The goalkeeper guessed the wrong direction."

"Leicester City have equalized!"

"Great!" Yuan Meng leaped up in the corner flag area, pumping her fist in celebration. "The referee was awesome!"

[Golden Whistle!]

[Referee, you are capable! 】

I feel like both center-backs are playing very hastily.

[Both sides have penalties, this match is absolutely incredible.]

"That's normal." Xie An started to show off. "Both sides' defenses are not solid enough. Leicester City goes without saying, and Manchester City is also facing the problem of an aging defense."

"Haven't you noticed? No one at Manchester City can defend against Yuan Shen one-on-one."

"The center-back must be anxious in this situation."

Leicester City can accept either win or loss, but Guardiola seems a bit anxious.

He, Manchester United, and Arsenal are vying for a top-four finish, and this match is crucial for securing that position.

Manchester City pressed forward with all their players, leaving Leicester City's defense shaky.

Ranieri rubbed his temples and decisively began the operation.

"Yuan, return to defense!"

Yuan Meng pointed to herself: "I'm going back too? Who's going to retaliate?"

Ranieri, unable to hear Yuan Meng's shouts, continued urging, "Hurry back, the enemy is about to push forward with all their forces!"

Yuan Meng shrugged helplessly. The old man was getting old and his hearing wasn't good.

Forget it, I won't argue with him.

Ranieri then made two substitutions, moving Gray to the front, with the remaining players forming a five-defender and four-midfielder formation.

A classic 5-4-1 formation with a single striker for counter-attacks.

Gray lacked defensive ability, which is why Ranieri moved Yuan Meng back to the winger position.

Leicester City's defense held firm, and Manchester City's relentless attacks failed to produce any significant results.

De Bruyne wanted to make one last attempt, so he launched a high ball towards the penalty area.

Huth transformed into a war god, heading the ball away with a powerful header.

"Is there still a chance?"

Yuan Meng quickly rushed towards the landing point, squeezing past David Silva.

It was no use; at least three more people were rushing towards them.

Yuan Meng kicked the bottom of the ball!

"Go on!"

Gray was overjoyed; after waiting all day, a counterattack opportunity had finally fallen into his lap.

Beep—!

The linesman raised his flag; offside.

Gray collapsed to the ground with a thud: "How come I never had a single perfect opportunity?!"

Beep beep beep—!

Time ran out, and the two sides shook hands and made peace.