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

Brutter sprinted with the ball, but his speed was slightly slower than in the first half.

The opposing full-back stopped him in time.

Left with no other option, he passed the ball back to Mangala.

"Give it to me, trust me one more time!"

In the time it takes for a cross pass, Yuan Meng has already caught up from the right flank.

Without hesitation, Mangala passed the ball to Yuan Meng.

Although he didn't know who reported him for escaping from prison that night, the girl's sweet voice still lingered in his ears.

That was the first time in Mangala's life that he had ever received a girl's phone number.

I can never repay Yuan Meng's kindness!

Yuan Meng caught the ball, her anger had dissipated, and she was unusually calm.

He charged at Petzmayer and used the Anthony Spin again!

"Never learns from your mistakes!"

Petzmaier snorted and stood still.

Center-back Dickmann stepped forward and lurked in Yuan Meng's path as she cut inside.

The two wanted to repeat their old tricks.

Despite this, Yuan Meng still dared to spin around because Anthony's spin, after this period of refinement, was close to a breakthrough!

[Anthony's Turnaround]

[Proficiency: 95→100]

[Proficiency: Mastery (0/100)]

The football was firmly planted at Yuan Meng's feet, and he felt he could push it anywhere he wanted.

The football suddenly left his foot and darted to the right, and Yuan Meng started running at the same time.

"Coming towards me?"

Seeing this, Petzmeier unceremoniously bumped into Yuan Meng.

In that instant, Yuan Meng flicked the ball with her right foot, feinted to the left, and dodged Petzmeier's challenge.

Center-back Dickmann, lurking on the left, accelerated instantly and extended his long leg!

This time, Yuan Meng was mentally prepared and hooked her left foot again!

In a flurry of movement, Yuan Meng and Dickman collided heavily.

But the ball wasn't lost!

Yuan Meng has once again moved the football to her right foot.

Yuan Meng held on tightly to keep himself from falling. He used his left hand to brace himself against Dickman's waist and squeezed through the gap between the two of them!

"Reinforce defense!"

Another center-back is marking Larsen, so the only hope lies with the defensive midfielder.

Facing the rapidly approaching defensive midfielder Sevenger, Yuan Meng raised her right foot high, preparing to cross the ball.

A fierce glint flashed in Severger's eyes as he gritted his teeth and threw himself forward, attempting to block the cross.

However, Yuan Meng merely flicked the ball to the left with her raised right foot, then dribbled past Sevenger to the left.

The goalkeeper, who was originally positioned at the far corner to defend against the pass, was startled and immediately rushed towards the near corner.

It's too late!

After Yuan Meng dribbled past the ball, it came to a gentle stop in front of his left foot!

Before the goalkeeper could get into position, he unleashed a powerful shot into the near corner!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"A perfect performance!"

"Yuan, dribbling past three players, unleashes a powerful shot into the near corner!"

"Two goals and an assist—he single-handedly dismantled Bielefeld U19's defense!"

[Congratulations, host, your rating has reached 9.8]

You successfully impressed the first-team head coach.

Keep up the good work and shine in higher-level leagues.

Yuan Meng rushed toward the stands, and he couldn't help but take off his shirt and roar with all his might!

"Who else!"

The fans cheered wildly, and some even imitated Yuan Meng by taking off their shirts and waving them in the air.

"Yuan!!!"

"What a beautiful goal!"

Yuan Meng was never a genius.

Before today, most fans didn't know him.

This ordinary player conquered the game in that one moment.

Many fans who came to kill time could never have imagined that a small U19 match could be so exciting.

Tuchel, standing in the stands, smiled and clapped.

"Stubborn fool!"

"However, I like it."

Ricken clapped along, knowing that Coach Tuchel was interested.

Leading by three goals with only 10 minutes remaining.

Even if Benitez were here, he couldn't have turned the score around.

With the final whistle, Borussia Dortmund U19 secured a 3-0 victory.

In the locker room.

Hoffman stood with his hands on his hips, looking excited.

"very good!"

"Very energetic!"

"That's the spirit!"

"Tomorrow's a holiday!"

The players cheered.

Hoffman walked up to Yuan Meng and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come with me in a bit, there's an interview coming up."

"Huh? This competition even has interviews?"

Hoffman gave a mysterious smile.

You'll find out soon enough.

Why all this mystery?

Yuan Meng was confused. After taking a shower and changing her clothes, she followed Hoffman to the players' tunnel.

The reporters waiting here were wearing Borussia Dortmund uniforms.

"Hello, Yuan." The reporter greeted Yuan Meng warmly as she approached her. "My name is Chrisman."

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

This is Yuan Meng's second interview. The last time was when she first joined the youth training program and had a brief chat with the reporter. At that time, she did not speak German and stuttered a lot.

"Don't be nervous." Chrisman set up the camera, took out the microphone, and handed it to Yuan Meng.

"Let's briefly discuss this match."

"First of all, congratulations on your two goals and one assist, and for being named the best player of the match. How did you manage to do that? Or rather, why have you improved so quickly?"

Yuan Meng had no experience dealing with the media, so she turned to Hoffman for help. The latter was making faces and patting his chest.

Yuan Mengqing cleared her throat.

"I want to thank the great head coach, Mr. Hoffmann."

"He gave me absolute trust."

"I'm having a lot of fun playing here."

"I think that's the secret to progress."

"I see." Chrisman nodded with a smile, then asked, "Do you think your excellent performance in this game gives you a chance to make it into the first team?"

Hmm, is this a question I should answer?

Yuan Meng looked at Hoffman, who nodded firmly.

"Yes! Absolutely!"

"My skills are good enough to qualify me for a higher-level league!"

Chrisman's eyes lit up. This kid was honest; there was potential in the interview.

"That sounds very confident. Can you talk about why you spin on the field?"

Yuan Meng looked at Hoffman, who nodded.

"This is my signature move, and no one has been able to break it to this day!"

Chrisman suddenly noticed Hoffman directing from the side and felt that this was boring, so he asked in a low voice.

"Is this considered a disrespect to the away team?"

Hoffman was still nodding.

Yuan Meng was taken aback. Did she really have to say "yes" to this?

Although he was doubtful, he still chose to trust the great head coach Hoffmann: "Uh...yes."

Hoffman suddenly realized something was wrong; this scoundrel reporter had tricked him!

His nodding head froze, and he frantically waved his arms, gesturing for Yuan Meng to look in his direction.

By the time Yuan Meng saw Hoffman shaking his head frantically, Chrisman had already happily noted down Yuan Meng's remarks.

"Can I take back what I just said?" Yuan Meng scratched her head awkwardly.

"Don't worry, young man. Young people should be full of vigor. I think this is a great way to promote ourselves."

Chrisman was very happy; this was exactly what he wanted for the show.

The higher-ups only said that players shouldn't make biased or provocative remarks about their own club, but they didn't say that players shouldn't be arrogant towards other teams.

The veterans in the first team are too cautious with their words; there haven't been any explosive news stories.

Most professional players regulate their words and actions.

Not everyone is like Karl, who came from Bayern Munich, dreamed of joining Real Madrid, and idolized Messi.

Karl even dared to make such a shocking statement at a fan meeting, saying, "One day, I will join Real Madrid."

Imagine Karl-Heinz transforming into a traitorous ninja, transferring from Bayern Munich to Real Madrid, donning a white jersey, sliding on his knees at Camp Nou, and then paying tribute to Messi.

This scene is truly the king of entertainment value.

In high spirits after hearing the intriguing news, Chrisman then asked, "What are your thoughts on first-team coach Tuchel?"

Yuan Meng stopped paying attention to the lousy Hoffman.

Greatness needs no further explanation!

"Okay, could you please demonstrate your unique spin one last time? The ball is ready for you."

Yuan Meng took the ball, placed it on the ground, and it began to spin smoothly.

"Yes! That's it!" Chrisman excitedly recorded this valuable footage. "Okay, Yuan, thank you for the interview."