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Chapter 124 Champions League Qualifying First Leg: Ten Hag Squanders a Good Opportunity

Yuan Meng stood on the scale, her eyes fixed on the numbers displayed.

84kg!

Nice!

There are at most five days left to reach 82kg.

Rooney's English black tea had a remarkable effect; Yuan Meng slept soundly every night, except for a slightly embarrassing moment when Ten Hag dragged her out of the massage chair that day.

Yuan Mengxing rushed into the head coach's office.

Boom boom boom!

"Come in." Tenhag looked up at Yuan Meng, whose little belly had completely disappeared, and exclaimed in surprise, "82 kilograms now?"

"Not yet, I'm currently at 84 kilograms." Yuan Meng spread her arms, revealing her well-developed biceps. "But I'm sure I'll be able to play tomorrow!"

"That won't do." Ten Hag shifted his gaze back to the tactics board. "I won't put you on the field until you reach the required weight."

"Boss!" Yuan Meng exclaimed excitedly, "I can really play! Don't worry, I won't get injured."

Ten Hag sighed: "It's not that I don't want to play you, the key is that the club has already promised the fans. If we break the contract now, no one can bear the consequences, do you understand?"

Yuan Meng shook her head: "I don't understand."

Ten Hag waved his hand, too lazy to explain: "The match is a two-legged affair, home and away. You don't need to play in the first leg; I can handle it."

Yuan Meng didn't quite believe in Ten Hag's on-field adjustments, since Ten Hag had never managed a big club before, so she asked him one last time.

"Really? Are you sure you don't need me?"

"I'm sure!" Ten Hag replied decisively.

"Alright then." Yuan Meng shrugged.

Since she doesn't have to play tomorrow, Yuan Meng might as well continue training hard, since she doesn't need to save her energy for the match.

Feltman was very disappointed. In just two weeks, he had mastered the essence of pig training, but the pig was gone, leaving only a strong and handsome young man.

Looking at Yuan Meng's handsome face, he was even a little jealous.

Feltman thought for a moment and couldn't help but admire himself: "I should start a weight loss class. That way I can make money quickly and target rich people who want to lose weight fast."

"Which set are you in?" Yuan Meng's ankle was draped with an elastic band. She maintained the posture and slowly pulled forward, then slowly returned to the starting position after reaching her limit, allowing her muscles to exert force steadily and continuously.

Feltman casually replied, "The second group."

"Bullshit!" Yuan Meng cursed. "We were in the second group five minutes ago, and we're still in the second group now?"

Feltman nodded calmly: "Yes, don't worry, I'm very good at math."

Yuan Meng: "————"

Forget it, I won't argue with him.

At least Feltman used his rest time to train with me; it was really boring being alone.

Yuan was lost in thought when he unknowingly finished the training.

Training isn't tough, but eating is.

Two weeks have passed, and Yuan Meng's meals still contain very little oil; she gets all her fat from meat and nuts.

Ugh, this is no life for a human being.

7 month 27 day.

"Welcome to the first leg of the Champions League third qualifying round match between Nice and Ajax. I'm your old friend, Xie An."

"Our Yuan Shen will not play in this match, which will be a test for Coach Ten Hag."

"Let's see if he's worthy of coaching Yuan Shen."

[Hey Xie, explain how you ended up on PPTV?]

I've been looking for you for ages, only to find you've switched platforms.

Is the "Sea of ​​Ghosts" gambling ring about to go legal and resign itself?

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Xie An slammed his fist on the table. "I'm a legitimate news anchor! What kind of bullshit is this 'Sea of ​​Darkness Lantern' gambling nonsense? I'm sworn enemies of gambling and drugs!"

[Xie Hai got officially promoted and immediately became arrogant, cutting ties with his fans.]

"Brothers, no way, you can watch the Eredivisie on PPTV."

"I said I'd go wherever Yuan Shen goes, and I can't go back on my word."

"That's what you call professionalism."

Even after becoming successful, Xie Hai hasn't forgotten his father; he's still a filial son.

The new viewers in the live stream filled the screen with question marks, so Xie An quickly changed the subject.

"You can see all the players mourning the passing of Ajax's talented academy graduate Abdulhak Nouri on July 8 due to cardiac arrest."

"He was a very talented player and the pride of Ajax's youth academy. May he rest in peace in heaven."

RIP! +9999

"Alright, the competition officially begins."

Ajax played very proactively; they didn't try to probe, they went straight for the kill.

"If I remember correctly, Justin Kluivert, who is dribbling the ball on the field, is the son of Ajax legend Patrick Kluivert."

"This second-generation star is dribbling forward; he's covering for Yuan Shen's right winger position."

"I'm curious why Ten Hag put Neres on the bench but let Kluivert play."

The match has reached the 21st minute.

"I understand now. Nice's three-center-back formation leaves a lot of space on the flanks."

"Teng Hag wants to use Kluivert's speed, which he excels at, to open up the game."

"Ziyech and Van de Beek move up in midfield!"

"Kluivert passes across to the middle!"

"Ziyech was fouled, but the referee didn't call a foul. Van de Beek got control of the ball, and Ajax had the upper hand in their attack!"

Van de Beek scored with a long-range shot, giving Van de Beek the lead!

"Nice!"

"The forward runs of the two midfielders made it impossible for Nice to defend against them."

"I feel that Ten Hag's tactics are very impressive; he's really good at creating opportunities."

Could it be that...?

Is Ten Hag truly destined to be a great coach?

"At halftime, Nice failed to create even a single clear-cut chance, and Ten Hag's high-pressing tactics were clearly effective."

"Looks like we can expect something good."

Ten Hag is full of confidence; today is his first match as manager of Ajax.

The players largely executed his tactics, and the team had 60% possession and three more shots than Nice, which can be described as a complete domination.

What else is there to say about such a performance?

Ten Hag felt invincible and continued his high-pressing possession tactics in the second half.

Xie An was extremely excited as he watched Ajax dominate the game.

"Brothers, Yuan Shen can win the championship just by lying down!"

"This Ajax team is invincible, they don't even need Yuan Shen to step in!"

In the 64th minute, Kluivert failed to mark Nice's full-back, and Maran-Sarr delivered a curved cross to winger Eseric, who was making a diagonal run.

"De Ligt, stop him!" Ten Hag shouted.

De Ligt was unusually calm, which was very unusual for his 18 years old. He ignored Ten Hag's shouts, stood still and observed calmly. When Esselik was eager to dribble past him, he decisively intercepted the ball.

"Holy crap, this number 4, De Ligt, is something else!"

This center-back is unbeatable, incredibly strong!

Ten Hag breathed a sigh of relief and substituted Kluivert for Neres.

"Neres is on the field. He's the Brazilian player whose jersey number was taken by Yuan Shen. Let's see how he performs."

After Neres came on, he took over the responsibility of breaking through on the wing. The Brazilian's agile footwork and extremely fast speed kept Maran Sarr running around.

Occasional mistakes cannot overshadow his ability, and Ajax's second wave of attacking frenzy is on the way.

A fully-energized breakthrough player puts Nice on the defensive.

"Cross the ball!"

"Give it to Ajax's tall center, Dolberg."

"Headed back!"

"A mistake!"

"Nice's center-back wins possession and launches a long pass!"

"A brilliant counterattack!"

"Balotelli scores with a powerful shot!"

That was a great long-range shot!

[Could we get Balotelli?]

Ajax has been drained dry by Yuan's trades.

Ten Hag was so angry he jumped up and down.

Although Dolberg is only 20 years old, he has shown composure in training, which is why Ten Hag started him.

Surprisingly, people who seem calm are more likely to make mistakes when they get nervous!

Ten Hag took a deep breath.

It's okay, just consider it tuition.

A draw away from home is acceptable; let's beat them again at home.

Seeing the somewhat flustered Teng Hage, Yuan Meng volunteered, "Boss, why don't you let me go?"

Ten Hag extended his right hand: "You sit still, it's not your turn to shine in this match."

Yuan Meng shrugged, neither refuting nor arguing, and quietly watched her teammates, who were exhausted, perform.

High-pressing tactics are indeed effective for gaining tempo, but what about after seventy minutes?

"Nice have completely taken the initiative, and Ajax are holding on desperately!"

"It was all thanks to the outstanding performances of De Ligt and Sanchez."

"Ajax held on for a draw away from home."

"The match is over. Ten Hag's tactical arrangements were nothing special and need improvement."