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

Chapter 151 It's normal for your legs to feel weak.

Ajax's offensive storm continues to rage, while Rotterdam struggles to hold on, unable to find an opportunity to counterattack.

Ten Hag raised his cane, pointing to his ribs.

What's the use of Rotterdam's tenacity? Can they withstand my two wingers cutting inside?

Ajax's attack has gained confidence, and they can now execute their tactics against any team.

"This was a great combination between Ziyech and Neres; the pass was very precise!"

"Neres makes a run behind the defense and fires a left-footed shot!"

"It's in!"

"2-0!"

"Looks so relaxed!"

[The appearance of an old friend!]

[Yuan Shen is known as "Little Neres"!]

[Yuan Shen is just a position!]

"Could Ten Hag really be a genius?"

"His tactics are pretty good!"

"I'm not joking, I really think he has the makings of a handsome man."

[Oh no, has Teng Hai trained me to a high level?]

At the beginning of the season, I had no problem with you being called Teng Hai, but what should you be called now?

[Teng Sheng, you are capable! 】

In the second half, Ajax continued their high-pressure attack.

Rotterdam gradually adapted to Ajax's rhythm and were able to launch some beautiful long-ball counter-attacks.

But it didn't work!

De Ligt has become increasingly composed as he has played more matches.

This is what they've trained Ajax's sieve-like defense to be like!

When the game was sixty minutes in, captain Veltman came on as a substitute and Mazrawi was substituted off.

Rotterdam's wing attacks were shut down, and the quality of their crosses dropped significantly.

The ball was cleared by Wöber, and Ajax launched a counter-attack.

De Jong delivered a long pass, Ziyech controlled the ball with his chest and then unleashed a stunning long-range shot!

"A 3-0 massacre!"

"There is absolutely no need for Yuan Shen to play."

"Huh? They've changed players!" Xie An was puzzled, staring at the sidelines.

"Yuan Shen is on the field!"

[Thank you, Grandma!]

I thought I wouldn't see Yuan Shen today.

Yuan Meng only came on the field to warm up, let her body feel the atmosphere of the game, and prepare for the next Champions League match.

However, his teammates still kept possession of the ball at his feet.

This is the treatment star players receive!

Yuan Meng was in high spirits, back with a familiar team where his teammates were positioned far forward, giving him more passing options.

"Two over one!"

"The teamwork between Yuan Shen and Ziyech."

"He went straight into the penalty area and unleashed a shot!"

"It's in!"

【Xie Hai, are you blind?】

Is hitting the edge of the net considered "entering"?

Xie An coughed awkwardly twice. He had just made the mistake that every anchor makes: he shouted "Goal!" in advance, since the ball's trajectory looked like a close-range, low shot.

"Don't rush, Yuan Shen has just returned to the team and is still adjusting the ballistics."

"See, hasn't this opportunity come again?"

"Rotterdam's clearance was poor; the ball hit De Jong's shoulder."

"OK, the referee indicates there was no handball."

De Jong stopped the ball with his leg, then pulled it back and turned, shaking off the pressure from the opposing defensive midfielder.

Just like that, give me another through ball!

"Yuan Shen ran to an open spot to receive the ball!"

"Yuan Shen's off-ball movement skills have improved!"

"Ground-hugging slash!"

boom!

The low shot was once again blocked by the post.

[You've made me laugh.]

Has the ballistic trajectory been adjusted?

Perhaps a different trajectory has been adjusted.

[If you ask me, it must be that supermodel named Harman who used some kind of magic to make my Yuan Shen weak.]

[Sorcery? Waist magic!]

What are you talking about?

[Didn't read the Dutch Telegraph? Go catch up now, all of Yuan Shen's gossip is there.]

De Telegraaf is similar to The Sun, also enjoying breaking news about football stars, just a bit more serious.

Yuan Meng was furious. He just couldn't believe that his footwork was that bad today.

"Yuan Shen is still raising his hand for the ball."

"See? That's what confidence looks like!"

"What do you mean by 'star player'?!"

[Let me translate: This is called "ball hog".]

Tyronn Lue has something to say.

Is it wrong to give the ball to the best player?

As a loyal supporter of Yuan Meng, De Jong naturally wouldn't give up the passing opportunity. He advanced along the middle and suddenly changed his approach, passing the ball to the left.

Ziyech understood perfectly and tapped the ball back with his left foot.

"De Jong makes another through pass!"

"That pass was pretty good!"

"Yuan Shen's stop-and-go maneuver was so cool!"

"A left-footed shot!"

Look, an airplane!

[A Dream of Dortmund!]

The poor Dutch fans suffered the same treatment as the German fans.

[This feels so familiar... Isn't this the same mysterious and unpredictable Yuan Shen from back then?]

[This performance today doesn't deserve the title of "God Yuan".]

What should we call it?

[Yuan's Commentary!]

Yuan Meng truly delighted the fans today, delivering one stellar performance after another. In the end, she provided a consolation assist with a pass inside the penalty area, leading to Dolberg's goal.

Yuan Meng's poor form did not affect Ajax's overall winning momentum, and Ajax ultimately won 4-0 at home against Rotterdam.

"Brother Yuan, thank you!" Dolberg ran to Yuan Meng and hugged him tightly.

"Why are you thanking me?" Yuan Meng was completely confused, not knowing what there was to thank her for.

"It was that last assist!" Dolberg pulled up the top scorers list on his phone. "Look, I'm tied for second now!"

"Is that so?"

Yuan Meng looked closely and realized it was indeed true.

First is PSV Eindhoven striker Locadia, who currently leads the table with 9 goals, including a remarkable four-goal performance in the sixth round.

Tied for second place are Yuan Meng and Dolberg.

"There are still experts?" Yuan Meng didn't expect that someone in the Dutch Eredivisie could surpass her in the top scorer rankings. You really can't underestimate the heroes of the world.

"Don't worry!" Dolberg put his arm around Yuan Meng's shoulder. "I'll set up the ball for you in the next game. If you score another hat-trick, you'll be firmly in first place on the top scorer list. As for second place—I'll compete with Locadia for it."

Yuan Meng pressed her head against Dolberg's head: "Don't think about those things, just play the game the way you're supposed to."

"Besides, I want both the Golden Boot and the Assist King titles!" Yuan Meng stretched out her right hand and clenched it tightly, looking confident of victory.

"No problem, I'm here to compete for second place!" Dolberg said honestly.

Yuan Meng was not satisfied: "How can that be? You have to play with the attitude of competing with me for the Golden Boot, not with your sights set on the Silver Boot!"

Dolberg gave an awkward laugh: "I just know my place."

Yuan Meng patted Dolberg on the shoulder encouragingly: "Your shooting accuracy has been very high lately, keep up the good form."

Dolberg promptly offered his flattery: "That's all thanks to Brother Yuan's excellent word-of-mouth!"

"Alright, you two, stop bragging."

Ten Hag had freed himself from the restraints of his cane and walked over to the two of them: "Hurry up and take a shower, then go home and rest early."

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"There will be no day off tomorrow," Ten Hag said calmly, delivering a terrifying announcement.

Dolberg dared not complain, but Yuan Meng was blunt: "Why? Aren't you getting a day off tomorrow?"

Ten Hag said, "There's no training tomorrow, but there's a tactical meeting. The next Champions League match is against Besiktas, which is in three days. Time is tight."

Yuan Meng then remembered that this season was a four-front war!