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

Chapter 133 Yuan Meng's Bloodstained Face, Champions League Spot Secured

"Yuan—Meng!"

Star players deserve star treatment; the entire stadium cheered whenever Yuan Meng got the ball.

Hamsik received similar treatment to Yuan Meng; he was Napoli's most dangerous midfielder, frequently delivering brilliant passes.

So when he got the ball, the whole stadium erupted in boos.

"Ajax currently holds a one-goal advantage, and more accurately, an away goal advantage, so Napoli is playing very proactively, even somewhat recklessly."

"Ghulam suddenly advanced; they're about to make their move!"

Insigne and Hamsik made cross runs, while Ghulam sprinted down the left flank.

"The full-back has moved up, and Yuan Shen has blocked Ghulam!"

"Oh no! Hamsik suddenly played a through ball, the wing was a feint, Mertens dropped back to receive the ball!"

"Sanchez, you're tough and burly, stop him!"

"Damn! How did we get beaten?"

"Onana!!!"

Bang bang bang!

Xie An's keyboard failed again, with keycaps flying around under the camera's lens.

[The live stream has been banned due to graphic violence. Please rectify the situation before resuming broadcasting.]

I'm fucking dying of laughter!

[How does Xie Hai always pull off something at crucial moments?]

[How could this get banned?]

The Ajax players went to Onana and helped him up from the ground.

De Ligt patted him on the back: "It's okay, stay calm."

The shot wasn't particularly tricky, and it was a real shame that it wasn't saved, but at this point, we couldn't put more pressure on the goalkeeper.

Over the next fifteen minutes, both sides engaged in offense and defense, with a very fast pace of change, and their stamina was being rapidly depleted.

Finally, the halftime whistle blew.

Ten Hag waved towards the locker room, and the players quickly returned to the locker room, where the head coach had given instructions.

Ten Hag was indeed in a hurry, but it was just that he needed to urinate. After relieving himself, he ran to the locker room.

He pointed to the right flank on the tactics board: "When their left-back Ghoulam makes a forward run, pass directly to Yuan Meng. Veltman, you need to keep a close eye on Insigne cutting inside. Don't let him pass the ball easily again. Once he gets to the edge of the box, he can easily break through the defense!"

He then pointed to the midfield: "Be wary of Jorginho's long-range shots, Van de Beek, he's in your hands."

"And Hamsik, keep an eye on him, Shone." He looked at Shone, his eyes very serious. "Be careful not to follow him out of the middle, or the top of the arc will be left vulnerable."

She retorted, "So when he spreads it out horizontally, am I supposed to just stand still?"

Ten Hag aimed the marker at our right flank, which is the key area of the opponent's left-wing attack.

"Keep a close watch on this area!"

"80% of their attacks on the flanks originate from our right flank; a few quick short passes are enough to penetrate those flanks." Ten Hag then pointed to the left flank. "Their midfielder, Alan, is a pure sweeper; he has no ability to push forward, so don't be fooled by his movements."

Ten Hag made some rare, subtle adjustments; Napoli's attack put him under considerable pressure, and now the score is back to 3-5.

3. There is no room for error.

"Guys, give it your all!"

"We're the ones going to the Champions League!"

Yuan Meng raised his arms and shouted, "Well said, brothers, let's charge towards the Champions League!"

"Oh oh oh—!"

"Okay, the live stream is back online." Xie An restarted the broadcast.

[Xie Hai, so fast?]

Is there any shady dealing involved?

Indeed, I saw Xie Hai covering his butt.

"Don't spread rumors, I just have a stomachache."

"Alright, let's watch the game."

"Ajax launches an attack after the kickoff!"

"That's it, we can't lose in terms of momentum!"

"Napoli has veterans at their backs and a wealth of Champions League experience. We can't let them stay calm; we have to drag them into a chaotic battle."

Chaotic battles are exactly what Yuan Meng excels at.

He endured the first half, and finally he was able to have the ball a lot more.

Sarri is considering adjusting his strategy, having multiple players block the space for cutting inside, which would render the opposing number 7 ineffective.

Ten Hag shouted from the sidelines: "Midfielders, move forward! Quickly!"

Van de Beek arrived quickly and seized control of the right side of the penalty arc.

Yuan Meng was overjoyed. After dribbling, she sent a cross with her left foot to Van de Beek.

"Let's take a long-range shot!"

"Damn it, the crossbeam!"

"Van de Beek almost scored."

Reina breathed a sigh of relief and loudly directed the defensive line, adjusting their positions.

We really can't be careless at all. Ajax's passing and control is also very sharp, but their success rate is slightly lower.

"We don't need to rush, we have the away goals advantage!" Schöne shouted, afraid that Van de Beek might suddenly rush out.

In the 70th minute, Schöne could not possibly defend as a lone defensive midfielder; that would be suicidal.

The safest way is to pass the ball to Yuan Meng, who has the ability to break through on her own. If she succeeds, Ziyech can then move in to receive the pass.

that's it!

Shenei had already come up with the script and passed the ball to Yuan Meng.

Unexpectedly, after dribbling the ball a few steps, Yuan Meng suddenly flicked the ball with her right foot.

This caught not only the Napoli players off guard, but even their teammates were caught off guard.

Apart from Neres, he was always lurking on the weak side, taking the opportunity to rest and recover his stamina.

"Neres suddenly accelerated, and Hysaj couldn't keep up with him!"

"Napoli's center-backs need to tighten up; a decision must be made quickly!"

Neres flicked the ball into the penalty area with his left foot; only in this way could he get a shot off before the opposing defensive midfielder got into position.

Huntelaar leaped up suddenly, how could he lose with the dragon charging right in his face?

As a result, Huntelaar didn't even manage to touch the ball.

He's old now, and he doesn't have the jumping ability he had when he was young.

The ball grazed his scalp and flew to the right.

Yuan Meng quickly turned her head to gather information as the ball flew towards her.

In that instant, he made a judgment: if he controlled the ball and then fired a shot, it would be too late, and Koulibaly would definitely be able to clear the ball.

Thinking of this, he leaped off the ground, his body drawing a semicircle in the air, performing a backflip!

Koulibaly stretched out his foot to block, but it was too late!

The ball slammed into the ground and bounced into the net!

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"A magic ball!"

"God Yuan saves the Lord once again!"

[Xie Hai, don't get excited yet, Yuan Shen doesn't seem to be up.]

Holy crap, no way!

Yuan Meng felt a jolt in his head, as if he had bumped into something, but he didn't feel any pain. So he rushed straight to the corner flag area, raising his arms and roaring!

The fans watched Yuan Meng, whose head was stained with blood and whose muscles were bulging and veins were popping, creating a visually stunning effect. He stood there alone, like an army.

As the saying goes: "Like a demon lord descending from heaven, he is truly a god of war on earth."

After a brief silence, Ajax fans erupted in their loudest roar.

"Bloed, zweet en tranen."

(Blood, sweat, and tears)

"Yuan Meng!!!"

The referee immediately stopped the race, and with the spirit of a 100-meter sprinter, caught up with Yuan Meng from behind and pulled him to the front.

The referee waved towards the Ajax bench, then said to Yuan Meng, "Go off the field immediately to treat your injury."

Wound?

What the heck?

Yuan Meng touched her forehead; there was some blood on her hand.

It's nothing serious, not like a broken leg, just a minor injury.

The team doctor was very careful. After cleaning the wound thoroughly, he applied a hemostatic spray, and the bleeding stopped in just 10 seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the team doctor took out a bandage and wrapped it around Yuan Meng's forehead, making her look like a mummy.

"Won't I be disfigured?" Yuan Meng wasn't worried about the injury, since these kinds of bumps and scrapes happen every day in the world of football, but he was a little worried about his handsome face.

The team doctor shook his head speechlessly and asked, "Are you dizzy? Do you feel nauseous?"

"If I don't want to, nothing will happen."

Okay, top-tier physique.

Another piece of good news: Koulibaly received a card for a dangerous move!

Fortunately, he lowered his foot and stopped, only receiving a yellow card.

Alright, Yuan Meng is fairly satisfied.

This goal was not only a go-ahead goal, but it also dealt a blow to Koulibaly's confidence!

In the final ten minutes of the match, the entire Ajax team played with incredible energy, defending with all their might!

Napoli's last attempt fell through, and they failed to qualify for the Champions League group stage.

Xie An jumped up with joy.

"Yuan Shen is awesome!"

"Kick Napoli out of the Champions League with one kick!"