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

Chapter 125 I'm not the type of winger who just eats the pie!

On "The Ajax Show," Ten Hag's first match in charge ended in a draw against Nice, a neither particularly good nor bad result.

De Telegraaf – Ten Hag's tactical reforms at Ajax have a long way to go.

Ten Hag put down the newspaper in his hand, already having a plan in mind.

Although he didn't achieve a big victory in the first battle, he has at least grasped the core of the problem.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his tactics; it was just that the players were too physically fit to execute them for the full 90 minutes.

So he decided to focus on physical training!

In the locker room.

Neres was complaining: "The boss must be crazy, two days of physical training in a row."

Kluivert, who had only recently been promoted to the first team and had never experienced such high-intensity training, has already passed away peacefully.

Yuan Meng poked his cheek: "Justin, are you alright?"

"Let him rest," said Sanchez, the team's key center-back. "Not to mention Justin, even we are struggling to keep up."

"Is it really that tiring?" Yuan Meng was very puzzled; he felt that the amount of training was just right.

"You think everyone is a physical monster like you?" Neres shrugged. He was already intimidated by the slimmer Yuan Meng. He had never seen a player with a body as terrifying as Yuan Meng's, at least not in the Eredivisie.

All I can say is that if you're bad at something, you need to practice more.

Yuan Meng shrugged and turned to walk towards the physiotherapy room.

Neres shook his head with a wry smile: "No wonder the boss insisted on buying him; he's a monster."

Kluivert miraculously perked up upon hearing this, extending his stiff right hand and giving a thumbs-up: "I feel like I can just coast through the next game."

With five days between the two matches, Ten Hag took the opportunity to adjust his new starting lineup.

Ajax (4-3-3)

Goalkeeper: Onana; Defenders: Fürgfeld (left), De Ligt, Sanchez, Veltman (right)

Midfielders: Schöne, Van de Beek, Ziyech; Forwards: Neres (left), Dolberg, Yuan Meng (right)

Looking at the starting lineup, Ten Hag focused on the left-back position. There was no qualified backup left-back in the team at the moment, and he was not satisfied with even Flöfel.

He needs a mobile monster who can move up and down the flank to anchor the left flank, which is related to his tactical setup.

Yuan Meng has been designated as his primary finisher, while Neres on the left flank is positioned as the strong side, undertaking numerous dribbling tasks. This makes the left-back position extremely important.

One more person is needed to complete the lineup!

Ten Hag is full of confidence in the future.

Time quietly slipped into July 3st.

Ajax welcomed Nice to the Amsterdam Arena.

The second leg of the third qualifying round of the Champions League, Ajax hosts Nice!

"Brothers, Yuan Shen has successfully lost weight! According to Ten Hag, he gained 4kg of net muscle!!!"

"I'm really looking forward to seeing how Yuan Shen performs in his new form!"

[Yuan Shen, give Nice a little shock!]

[It's been so long since I've watched Yuan Shen's matches, I feel like ants are crawling all over me.]

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Me too, I'm already addicted.

Xie An waved his hand: "Alright, if we keep talking, the live stream will get shut down. Let's just watch the match."

"Nice is still using a 4-2-3-1 formation, and head coach Favre doesn't seem to want to change his tactics."

"They want to create an opportunity to fight back through tenacious physical confrontation."

"Neres takes the initiative and tries to break through on the left flank."

"Beautiful dribbling! Number 2, Su Kai, can't stop him!"

"Sweep through the doorstep!"

Why didn't Dolberg shoot?

Why did he pass the ball to the right?

"The ball was blocked by the center-back."

What's going on? The center forward isn't shooting?

Why is this guy named Dolberg, who looks so big, so timid?

Yuan Meng had just reached the right flank when she lost possession of the ball and had no choice but to run back.

He turned to look at Dolberg, his eyes full of confusion.

What is Dolberg doing?

There's something off about his playing style.

Dolberg ran back and raised his hand to indicate that he was wrong.

"Nice's counter-attacks failed to work, and Ajax's two center-backs were quite solid."

"Yuan Shen raised his hand to ask for the ball, and Ziyech broke free and passed the ball."

"They're here!"

Yuan Meng's eyes lit up; the pass was skillful, landing perfectly in front of him.

Yuan Meng stretched out her long leg, stopped the ball with her right foot, and seamlessly cut inside.

Nice full-back Maran Sarr was startled and immediately engaged in physical confrontation.

Yuan Meng glanced at him sideways, ruthlessly blocked him with her right hand, and used the momentum to rush into the restricted area.

Yuan Meng not only successfully lost weight, but his training after binge eating also increased his strength to 85, a full 5 points higher!

Although he can't compare to a heavy winger like Lukaku, 99% of full-backs in football would not be able to gain an advantage over Yuan Meng in physical confrontations.

Seeing the beast charging towards him, Dolberg, inside the penalty area, quickly ran to the left and pulled away a center-back.

Yuan Meng felt relieved. This young man clearly knew how to play football, but he didn't shoot just now. She really couldn't understand it.

"The center-back and defensive midfielder are simultaneously double-teaming Yuan Shen!"

"Yuan Shen makes a diagonal pass inside the penalty area!"

"This field of vision! Unbeatable!"

Dolberg saw the ball rolling towards him and instinctively swung his leg to shoot.

The ball rolled easily into the net.

Overwhelmed with joy, Dolberg rushed to the sidelines and roared.

Yuan Meng followed closely behind, leaped up, jumped onto Dolberg's back, and rubbed his head.

"You know how to shoot, don't you?"

"Why didn't you ejaculate just now?"

"Are you just playing me?"

Dolberg explained somewhat embarrassedly in a low voice, "The boss asked me to set up the ball for you before the match, so I was thinking of heading it down."

"Damn it!" Yuan Meng turned to look at Teng Hag.

Teng Hai is overdoing it again, assigning this kind of task to a 20-year-old. Isn't this just putting unnecessary pressure on him?

Besides, do you think all I know is how to eat pancakes?

Yuan Meng looked at Dolberg: "Just play like you normally would. I'll cover for you if anything happens, okay?"

Dolberg nodded gratefully: "Thank you, Yuan."

"You don't need to call me Yuan, just call me Big Brother." Yuan Meng smiled and patted his back.

Dolberg didn't understand; he was supposed to be a year older than Yuan Meng, but he still called him "Big Brother."

Despite Nice falling behind, Favre did not change his tactics.

Having learned from the experience of the previous round, he understood that the second half was the time to exert his strength, and that he would defeat Ajax's players when they were exhausted!

Favre squinted at Ten Hag, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Young coach, you will pay the price for your tactics."

The game continued, and Xie An continued to lavish praise on Yuan Meng.

After gaining muscle, Yuan Meng became even more invincible. Nice was almost completely unable to contain him and could only block his shots by piling up numbers in the penalty area.

The match is in its 39rd minute.

Neres felt his stamina was being depleted faster than usual, so he reluctantly adopted a conservative ball-controlling approach.

Ten Hag was displeased and kept waving his hands forward, signaling the players to continue their relentless attack.

Yuan Meng immediately sensed something was wrong. Who lets a player on the strong side attack for twenty minutes straight? Not everyone can sprint as frequently as him.

He raised his hand, asking for the ball: "Pass the ball to me! Give it to me!"

Ziyech, the playmaker, received the pass and looked up.

Yuan Meng is thrusting her sword into his ribs!

Ziyech delivered a pass with his left foot, the ball flying forward with an inward curve, and curving slightly back before reaching Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng whistled and brought the bouncing ball to a steady stop.

Is this Ziyech another master of left-footed curveballs?

His passing is just like Mahrez's!

Yuan Meng got excited, used her left foot to dribble past the back midfielder and cut inside, then rushed towards the right side of the arc.

Dolberg immediately held off the center-back in front of him, preventing him from double-teaming Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng suddenly stopped and changed direction, cutting inwards along the edge of the arc, then forcefully chipped the ball with her left foot.

The King of Curves

[Proficiency: 40→50 (Mastery)]

Swish!

Yuan Meng's first free kick for Ajax was a victory over Nice!

Dolberg crouched down, clutching his head, his mouth agape and eyes wide, watching Yuan Meng's retreating figure as she ran towards the corner flag area.

What defines a top-class inside-cutting winger?

Does he really need someone to bake him cakes?