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

Chapter 154 My actions today are a bit rough, please bear with me for a moment.

The Ajax Show

—Shame! Shame! Shame! (shame!)

International Football – In the second round of the Champions League group stage, Ajax experienced a major controversial refereeing decision. The Ajax club has submitted the match video to UEFA to complain about the unfair decisions made by the referee.

BBC – Ten Hag was sent off with a red card for yelling at the referee during a Champions League group stage match and will be unable to coach the next game. UEFA is analyzing the match data and may impose further penalties.

[Oh no, Teng Sheng can't coach, what will we do in the next Champions League match?]

Isn't the next match a league game? The Champions League group stage is still a few weeks away.

A red card received in the Champions League will only be punished in the Champions League match.

[Wouldn't that be disastrous? It would be better if they missed the league matches; Ajax would be dominating them then.]

UEFA has done so many bad things!!!

[Isn't it because they're afraid our Yuan Shen will perform too well and steal the spotlight from those star players?]

Just two days later —

International Football – UEFA has issued its final ruling, suspending Ten Hag for an additional match.

[An additional match? That means Ten Hag will miss two matches?]

What does this mean? Who is being recommended for admission?

Porto is grinning from ear to ear.

I checked the schedule, and the next two matches are against Porto.

[Porto were held to a draw by Monaco, so will they try to make up for it by playing against Ajax?]

UEFA, I'm so pissed off!!!

Even if you try to be a military leader, it won't work. UEFA's confirmed decision will not be changed, and the complaint against the referee is still under review. Unless it's a major error, it will be difficult for UEFA to punish the referee.

Even so, Ajax appealed, as they could not tolerate Ten Hag being suspended for two matches.

They finally saw hope of advancing to the Champions League knockout stage, but the head coach couldn't direct the team on the field. How could they possibly play?

Ten Hag is also having a headache, but he can only focus his attention on the league.

The next match, a battle between Dutch giants, the national derby against Feyenoord, is about to begin.

The players appeared somewhat silent on the training field.

They can tolerate losing a game; if they're not as skilled, they can just work harder. But losing a game because of a referee's decision is a huge blow to morale.

Even the usually energetic Yuan Meng seemed uninterested and barely spoke.

Yuan Meng was not disappointed. Ten Hag's absence was a fait accompli, and there was no use in regretting it. She might as well focus on adjusting her mindset.

He was holding his breath, quietly waiting for the El Clásico to begin.

"Brothers, it's here, it's here! The El Clásico is here!"

"Today, Ajax will face Feyenoord, one of the three giants of the Netherlands, away from home. It's a battle that could be described as a clash of titans!"

"Ajax must win this match if they want to maintain their lead in the standings, otherwise Feyenoord will catch up!"

"I hope Ajax won't let that damn referee affect their mentality. The league is the main battleground. As long as they maintain this form, they can still make a comeback in the Champions League next year!"

[What nonsense about coming back next year? We only lost one group stage match, why are they acting like the sky is falling?]

[Losing one game is fine, but how can we play if Teng Sheng is banned?]

Even without Teng Sheng, there's still Yuan Shen; I'll give him a shot!

Let's get past Feyenoord first; today we're playing on someone else's home turf.

Feyenoord Stadium, the most intimidating stadium in the Netherlands.

Brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky above the stadium, bringing the atmosphere to its peak.

The home fans' roars carried an unusual excitement; they knew Ajax had suffered a heavy blow in the previous match.

Many people, with the idea of "taking advantage of your weakness to finish you off," hoped to witness Ajax's eight-game league winning streak come to an end.

Yuan Meng followed Veltman onto the field with a blank expression. The director zoomed in, and the warm-up session, which was usually filled with laughter and conversation, turned into a silent, mechanical passing drill.

A well-known Feyenoord die-hard fan in the Netherlands posted on Twitter with a picture attached:

[Ajax's morale is completely shattered. Today is the day to rebuild Feyenoord's glory and show those idiotic Amsterdam elites the true spirit of Rotterdam!]

As the defending champions of last season, Feyenoord is a typical working-class team that values physical confrontation and an indomitable spirit.

In their eyes, Ajax is just a plaything for a group of financial elites, only able to play some fancy, attention-grabbing football that has lost the essence of football!

At the start of the match, Feyenoord allowed Ajax to control the ball, hoping to break down Ajax's passing and possession system with fighting spirit and physical confrontation.

Ajax's response was simple: a combination of passing, control, and penetration along the flanks and in the middle.

The ball was quickly passed between the right-wing trio of Schöne, Yuan Meng, and Veltman, stretching Feyenoord's defense.

If Feyenoord tries to engage in physical contact, the ball will quickly pass to the next player.

Feyenoord fans used their loudest shouts to disrupt Ajax's possession, to which Yuan Meng remarked: "Have you not eaten? Why are you so quiet?"

After experiencing Besiktas, even the most terrifying home ground in the Netherlands is nothing compared to this.

No matter how crazy the Dutch are, they can't compare to the Turks. The Turkish Super League home stadium once set a record for the highest decibel level, which can probably only be compared to the "gangster-style fan organization" of the Argentinians.

"Ziyech made a successful forward run, and the ball came to his feet."

"Here it comes! Our very familiar left-footed pass, the ball flies to the right wing!"

"Yuan Shen stopped and passed by in a flash, while poor Haps chased after him desperately."

Yuan Meng suddenly spiked the ball, and Harps, who thought he couldn't catch up, was overjoyed and quickly stopped to prepare to defend.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Meng immediately cut inside after spiking the ball. He didn't slow down for no reason; he adjusted the angle of his cut.

Because of this change in rhythm, full-back Harps found an opportunity to engage in physical confrontation, and he pressed forward without hesitation.

Yuan Meng flicked the ball to her left foot, then rolled over it with her body, her right hand ruthlessly gripping Harps' waist.

"Holy crap, Yuan Shen was taken down by Haps!"

"That's too violent!"

"Shoot directly!"

Swish!

The King of Curves

[Proficiency: 90→100 (Mastery→Perfection)]

[Long-range shot: 81→84]

[Shot: 83→85 (MAX)]

[Long pass: 79→82]

[Free kick: 75→78]

The fused skills encompass multiple attributes such as shooting and passing, and once a breakthrough is achieved, the attribute increases are astonishing.

This is why the skill level improves very slowly.

And today is the time for blossoming and bearing fruit!

The ball arced through the air, taking off from the right corner of the arc and flying towards the left post of the goal.

Goalkeeper Jones breathed a sigh of relief; judging by the ball's trajectory, the shot was definitely going wide!

The ball flew halfway before suddenly being pulled inwards. Due to the inward spin, it struck the inside of the post with a thud and bounced into the net. The entire stadium fell silent; no one had expected the ball's trajectory to be so strange!

Xie An paused for a second, then suddenly recalled the congratulatory message he had prepared.

"A shooting star and white feathers tucked at the waist, a sword's gleam like an autumn lotus emerging from its sheath!"

"Yuan Shen scores another wonder goal!"

"The ball hit the post, and the goalkeeper didn't even make a save!"

"Even if Buffon were here, he could only watch the ball go in vain!"

"Just eight minutes into the game, Yuan Shen opened the scoring, giving Ajax a 1-0 lead!"

I'm fucking stupid.

That arc must be magic!

[Yuan Family! (Hands clasped together)]

Yuan Meng slowly turned around and helped Haps up from the ground.

"I'm sorry, I was a bit rough today, please bear with me for a moment."

Harps stared blankly at Yuan Meng's retreating figure as she ran to the sidelines to celebrate, a surge of resentment rising in his heart.