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

Chapter 145 I will be at the stadium on October 1st.

Yuan Meng, who had just returned to the training base, quickly changed into his new Nike-sponsored gear and hurried to the court, already 5 minutes late.

"Coach, I'm sorry I'm late—" Before she could finish speaking, Yuan Meng sensed something was wrong.

An awkward atmosphere permeated the training ground. The players practiced on their own, while assistant coach Schroyd stood by without saying a word.

When Ten Hag was in charge, the assistant coach would usually give instructions on positioning and defense, but today Schroeder was unusually silent.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Meng frowned and walked to Schroeder's side.

"That's rare, you're actually late," Schroeder said, sounding puzzled.

"Something happened, but we just finished dealing with it. What's the situation here?" Yuan Meng got straight to the point.

"It's nothing, the players said they're too tired, the high-intensity pressing drills could cause them to get injured."

"So? You agreed?" Yuan Meng asked back.

"I think they have a point. We can do some basic technical training before Coach Ten Hag returns." Schroyd also felt helpless, as he would also be responsible if the players got injured while he was supervising.

The changes to the training plan seem to satisfy both sides, which isn't a bad thing.

Yuan Meng thought for a moment, since everyone wants to train more easily, then they should all give up on winning the championship. They're a bunch of lazybones.

Feyenoord and PSV Eindhoven, the other two giants in the Dutch Eredivisie, both have a record of 5 wins and 1 loss. If they lose in a direct confrontation, the two teams will immediately be back on equal footing.

Leaving aside the Champions League for now, if they lose the league title—

"Coach, let's switch to a scrimmage," Yuan Meng suggested.

"Using matches as training?" Schroeder considered for a moment. The intensity of the scrimmage was at least higher than the offensive positioning training. Since Yuan Meng brought it up, he was happy to go along with it.

He came to the sidelines and shouted, "Listen up, the scrimmage is about to begin, substitutes, put on your vests!"

Yuan Meng walked up to the staff member and said, "Give me a vest."

The staff member quickly refused: "Yuan, you're a key player, this isn't reserved for you."

Yuan Meng gripped her vest tightly, refusing to let go: "Today I'm in the mood to be a substitute."

The starters were all surprised to see Yuan Meng walk straight to the substitutes' team and push Kluivert towards the starters' team.

Looks like I need to get serious!

Yuan Meng is quite familiar with the reserve team. The midfield is anchored by the De Jong brothers, who are not related by blood, and the young player Eiting. The attacking line has Huntelaar and former starting left winger Younis. The defense is slightly weaker, consisting of some young substitutes or youth training players.

The training match begins.

Frenkie de Jong was full of confidence. As the driving force of the substitute team, he frequently tried to get the ball. Yuan Meng did not move forward, but frequently dropped back to receive the ball to avoid mistakes.

However, Yuan Meng was overthinking it. Under Yuan Meng's guidance, Franjic's ball control ability has greatly improved recently, and he can safely retrieve the ball even when under pressure.

Within ten minutes, the first team had already taken two shots. Substitute goalkeeper Lampreu, a goal-line specialist, had better save skills than Onana and managed to save both shots.

Wasting opportunities will be punished. The substitute team's young defender gradually relaxed and delivered a good long pass.

Yuan Meng, carrying left-back Ferghefer, headed the ball to the advancing Franki.

Frankie delivered a quick through ball, and Yuan Meng overtook Flöhfe on the outside to control the ball near the wing, then delivered a powerful cross with his right foot.

Huntelaar was heavily marked, as the first team knew he was the most dangerous player in the penalty area.

However, Huntelaar, with his experience, did not force a shot after leaping high. Instead, he gently flicked the ball to the onrushing Siem de Jong, who, as an attacking midfielder transferred from Newcastle, scored a beautiful shot.

It is worth mentioning that Sim de Jong was originally a product of Ajax's youth academy. He was later sold to Newcastle but did not adapt well. After returning to his familiar hometown, his form gradually improved.

The main team was down by one goal, and no one could stand it. Under Schöne's command, they launched a major attack.

Yuan Meng pointed to the backfield and shouted, "Get into position now! Leave the pressing in midfield to our forwards, you guys mark your men well!"

With a bunch of rookies in defense, if they really push forward according to Ten Hag's tactics, they'll probably be overwhelmed in less than three minutes.

Instead of that, let them focus on their defensive duties.

After receiving the ball, Neres quickly dribbled past substitute right-back Mazraoui. Just as he was about to pass the ball across the penalty area, Yuan Meng arrived and forced him to make a mistake with a strong physical challenge.

Yuan Meng stretched out his right foot and poked the ball to Mazrawi's feet.

This scene left a deep impression on the young Mazrawi, who felt somewhat superfluous, even in defensive duties he wasn't as good as a winger.

While Mazrawi was still in a daze, Yuan Meng had already gotten up and rushed towards the midfield, shouting at him, "Quickly, make a long pass to the front!"

Mazrawi seemed to wake up from a dream and delivered a good long, straight pass over the top with his right foot.

The ball fell near midfield, Franck and Van de Beek went for a touch, and Sim blocked Schöne's position.

A miracle happened! Frankie gained the upper hand in the physical confrontation and headed the ball forward!

The ball was on a good trajectory, and Yuan Meng didn't need to slow down at all. She led the ball forward and curled a shot into the far corner from the edge of the box.

Onana leaped into the air and made a beautiful dive, but he couldn't stop the incredibly fast, curving shot.

The substitutes beat the starters 2-0!

A group of young players gathered around Yuan Meng to celebrate.

Seeing the grim expressions on the faces of the key players, Yuan Meng knew she had achieved her goal.

It's time to wake up!

Ajax is a team with a strong attack but an average defense.

When they win, their stats look impressive, often with a 3-goal margin of victory. However, once they fall behind, they can easily be overwhelmed in one fell swoop.

Yuan Meng's ability to score two goals against them with a group of substitutes is irrefutable proof!

In other words, Ajax is no longer the king of the Dutch league, but a challenger.

The players bear the mission of revival, how can they think of slacking off in training at the very beginning of the season?

In the second half, the main team launched a fierce counterattack, creating many attacking opportunities with tireless running, but ultimately lost 2-3 to the reserve team.

After the match, Yuan Meng didn't say much; the message she had just conveyed had already been delivered through the football.

He's going to see someone now.

Amsterdam UMC Hospital.

Tenhag lay in his hospital bed resting, his sprained ankle throbbing with pain from time to time, and he needed painkillers to fall asleep at night.

Yuan Meng gently knocked on the ward door.

"Please come in."

Yuan Meng pushed open the door and entered.

Ten Hag asked, somewhat surprised, "What brings you here?"

Yuan Meng placed the fruit on the bedside table and sat down in a chair beside it: "Boss, can you coach the team for the next game?"

Without any pleasantries or even greetings, Yuan Meng's expression was unusually serious.

"With Alfred (Schloyd) around, I don't need to give orders. You know he's a tactical genius."

"It's not a tactical issue." Yuan Meng shook her head slightly and told Tenhag everything that happened during training.

After listening, Ten Hag fell silent.

He then realized that he had oversimplified the problem.

The players have indeed become familiar with his tactics, and their level has steadily improved.

But more importantly, a team culture has not been established.

A winning streak over the past two months could easily lead to complacency among the players.

At this crucial moment, the head coach was injured, making it even more difficult for the players to fully dedicate themselves to training.

If a team has a lot of veteran players, everything can still be on track, but Ajax has a lot of young players, and their mentality is more impetuous.

"Boss, when you invited me here, you told me you would make me Ajax's brightest star." Yuan Meng stared into Ten Hag's eyes. "If the team can't win the championship, then there are no stars, only a bunch of losers."

"If we really lose the championship this season, I won't stay."

Tenhag grabbed Yuan Meng's shoulder: "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you."

He paused for a moment: "I just didn't expect the players to act like this; I've only been gone a few days."

"What about the next match?" Yuan Meng asked.

Ten Hag responded with a firm gaze.

"I will be at the stadium on October 1st."

Even if I have to use a cane!