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Chapter 128 Who is Yuan Shen?

[The Path to Perfection: Eredivisie Debut Mission Begins]

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The official mission of the Path to Godhood has finally arrived. Yuan Meng twisted her neck and looked around.

Great! The teammates are in high spirits, and the victory over Nice has boosted the team's confidence.

This is a good start!

Ten Hag continued to repeat his tactics, as if tactical design was the source of his confidence.

Yuan Meng only listens to about 80% of the information. When he feels he needs to get back on defense, he will never rigidly stay in the frontcourt waiting for the ball.

Yuan Meng couldn't bear to watch her teammates defend desperately while she strolled around.

PPTV live stream.

Good evening, everyone. I'm your new friend, Xie An.

"Next up is the opening match of the first round of the Eredivisie, Hercules Armero vs. Ajax."

"Yuan Shen is about to begin his Eredivisie journey."

"What? You're asking me who Yuan Shen is?"

"Then I'll give you a proper introduction!"

"He is the King of the North of Westfall, the Grim Reaper of the Rainy Nights of Bernabéu; the Crimson Sunset of the Southern Star, the Destructive Cataclysm of the Ruhr Region;

It was the devastating tsunami of Hamburg's harbor, the falconry prowess of Frankfurt; it was the long, cold winter night of Mönchengladbach, the death knell of Augsburg.

"He is the deadly storm of St. Mary's Stadium, the sprinter of Pride Park; he is the aerial warrior of Selhurst, the swift cavalry of Tuffmore."

He is the deep-sea shark of Goodison Park, the vanguard of the Emirates Stadium; he is the midnight nightmare of Anfield, the blue scourge of Stamford Bridge.

"He left Dortmund, stirred up a storm in the Premier League, he is the savior of Leicester City and the new king of Ajax!"

"People recited his name with devotion!"

"He is Yuan Meng!!!"

【? ? ? 】

No, who asked you?

[You're making up comments, huh?]

[Why has it gotten so long? I can't remember!]

The match officially began, and Hercules, with the home advantage, decisively launched a long pass attack, while the backfield players firmly defended the edge of the penalty area.

Ajax controlled possession in the middle, with De Jong starting this game. Ten Hag hoped to use De Jong's ability to break through and advance the ball to find penetration opportunities.

Ajax dominated the first twenty minutes of the match but failed to penetrate the opponent's penalty area.

De Jong appeared somewhat impatient, attempting to force his way out of the middle lane.

"The Hercules midfield machinations have resulted in De Jong losing possession!"

"Look, he's still too frail."

"We can't afford to lose possession of the ball!"

Ajax immediately counter-pressed, and Schöne successfully caught up with Hercules' playmaker, Van O'Ingen.

Van O'Ingen didn't hold onto the ball at all, simply passing it across to the wing without even attempting a breakthrough, much like Leicester City's style of play.

Pragmatism and counterattacks are Hercules' lifelines!

"Kuvas has the ball! He's the speedy winger that Hercules is so proud of!"

"Filheffer stepped forward to intercept."

"It's no use, the ribs have been penetrated!"

"De Ligt blocks the shot!"

boom--!

Xie An's mechanical keyboard exploded on the spot.

"That ball even deflected! What bad luck!"

【? ? ? 】

[Wasn't Yuan Shen here to dominate the Dutch Eredivisie?]

[As it turns out, the chance of someone being beaten by a noob isn't 0%.]

Ten Hag, with one hand in his pocket, remained calm, pointing to the side of the road with his right hand.

"Pass the ball to Neres, Yuan Meng will make a run down the right flank!"

Ajax employs a high-pressing attacking style, which inevitably carries risks when facing counter-attacks. The goal they conceded just now could be attributed to bad luck, and Ten Hag remained calm.

Seeing their calm and composed coach, the younger players on the team naturally felt less flustered.

De Jong, who had just made a mistake, breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes became focused. He had finally gotten a starting opportunity and didn't want to be substituted at halftime.

"Very good, Ajax has stabilized."

"Listen to the fans' voices, they are calling for Yuan Shen, but the ball rarely comes to Yuan Shen's feet."

"What is Ten Hag doing?"

[I'd be a better head coach than Teng Hai!]

Stop pretending, give the ball to Yuan Shen!

"Wait a minute, Neres has broken through!"

"There's a chance!"

"A high cross!"

Dolberg held off the center-back and glanced at the ball.

OK, the landing point was correctly judged. Next, we just need to withstand the attack from the center-back and not panic!

"Dolberg heads the ball across!"

"The ball landed on the right side of the arc!"

"God Yuan!!!"

Ground Slash

[Proficiency: 70→80 (Mastery)]

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Ajax fans are going wild!"

"What an elegant way to break through the defense!"

"It looks so easy!"

Yuan Meng opened her arms and ran gracefully toward the fans, giving them a gentlemanly bow.

My first Eredivisie goal, dedicated to the fans who came to support me!

"Yuan-Meng!!!"

"Aja! Aja! Aja!"

"Wij zijn Aja, wij zijn de beste!"

(We are Ajax, we are the best!)

The fans responded with the loudest cheers, and Ajax welcomed their new king.

[Match rating: 7.2]

"Great, the score is tied now!" Yuan Meng pumped her fist and ran back to encourage her teammates, "Relax and play casually, we can win!"

The fans in the live broadcast room breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, Yuan Shen scored a goal, so even if they lost, it couldn't be blamed on him.

Just quietly watch Yuan Shen's performance!

The match is in its 38rd minute.

Ten Hag persisted in using his passing game on the left flank to break through the defense, and this persistence paid off.

The passing and movement of Ziyech, De Jong, and Neres proved highly effective. Hercules made a mistake during a defensive substitution, running into the wrong position and opening up a path to the right flank.

Ziyech delivered a cross with his left foot, and Yuan Meng made a diagonal run down the right flank to receive the ball.

Full-back Van Siltum was not about to give up and chased after Yuan Meng, eventually colliding with her.

Who can crash more?

Yuan Meng smirked and clashed head-on without any hesitation.

Van der Tum stumbled and couldn't keep up with Yuan Meng, but the ball remained firmly stuck to Yuan Meng's feet.

Goalkeeper Castro stood firmly in position, not daring to move ahead, as he had no idea which corner Yuan Meng was going to shoot from.

At the crucial moment, center-back number 34 arrived in time and made a sliding tackle from the side!

Yuan Meng leaped up slightly like an elf, pulled the ball behind her with her right foot, and after a half-turn, sent the ball out sideways.

Yuan Meng combines the agility of samba with the physique of an Englishman. In a one-on-one fight, no one can guarantee a win against him.

Dance of the Circle

[Proficiency: 0→10 (Mastery)]

"Unbeatable dribbling! Ingenious passing!"

"Dolberg calmly slots the ball home!"

"2-1!!!"

Yuan Meng slowly walked away, leaving behind the remark: "Hercules? I don't think he's that strong."

The center-back, number 34, pounded the turf furiously, but to no avail.

Yuan Meng brought them only despair.

Hercules coach Stegermann is in a dilemma. If he adds more players to mark Yuan Meng, the defense on the strong side will be vulnerable. However, there is only one player on the weak side who can mark Yuan Meng, and the remaining players can only provide help defense as needed.

That madman on the other side, Ten Hag, will have the full-backs push forward and the two central midfielders push forward, leaving no room for maneuver in the attack!

Total offense, total defense?

Pooh!

He's clearly a madman risking his life!

Stegman was furious, but he had no way to break the deadlock. Looking at Ten Hag not far away, he wished he could take Ten Hag's place.

But he still has one trump card!

After careful observation, Stegerman discovered that the opposing number 7 did not like to track back on defense.

When the players' stamina drops in the second half, then—

Stegerman snorted coldly, his mind gradually clearing, and began to direct the players to hold on until the first half.

When the referee blew the whistle, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Hold on! We're only down by one goal, there's still hope!