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

Chapter 155: Top in both goals and assists rankings

"He made everything seem too easy."

"He made scoring goals a regular occurrence for the team!"

"He won't let the game end in an embarrassing 0-0 draw!"

"That's God Yuan!"

As the biggest Yuan Meng fan in history and a 20-year veteran, Xie An naturally wouldn't miss any opportunity to boast.

The live stream was filled with a relaxed atmosphere, and they didn't expect that the previous defeat would not affect Ajax's performance at all.

Staying up all night to watch the game is definitely worth it!

If I didn't have a skewer of grilled meat and a beer in my mouth, I would definitely go downstairs and play a few rounds of soccer.

Dude, you know how to enjoy life.

[What nonsense are you talking about? This guy is just working out his masseter muscles!]

Ajax still maintained absolute possession of the ball.

This team has integrated possession-based football into its DNA, and with the total football philosophy and high-intensity running brought by Ten Hag, Ajax has been transformed.

A combination of physical confrontation and passing/control!

Ten Hag's ideal of technical football has shifted, as evidenced by the occasional use of two defensive midfielders in the league.

All of this was guided by Yuan Shen!

"Yuan Shen makes a wide-ranging pass, and the ball comes to the left wing."

"Neres' first-time cross, so easy to fool!"

"Ziyech through ball, Dolberg!"

"He was tackled to the ground, referee?"

"The referee didn't call it."

Dolberg raised his hand to indicate his problem. Feyenoord's two center-backs were very tough, and perhaps because they were playing at home, their movements were quite aggressive, which made it very difficult for Dolberg to play deep into the enemy's lines.

Ten Hag shouted, "Don't rush, observe your surroundings!"

He realized that Feyenoord was gradually able to keep up with their pace, and that if they made a mistake in passing and control, they would be easily caught on the counter-attack.

This is why he didn't rotate the squad; he was afraid that the young players would make too many mistakes and lose confidence.

Schöne then stepped up, using his seasoned experience to orchestrate the midfield and get Van de Beek to make forward runs.

"The ball was quickly transferred to Yuan Shen's side."

"Very good, let's play it safe for now."

"Sudden startup!"

"Yuan Shen once again overpowers Harps!"

At this moment, a figure quickly caught up, and was about the same speed as Yuan Meng.

This person is Feyenoord's number 4, Saint Just. Ostensibly, he plays as a center-back, but in reality, he is a retro-style free-roaming player in the backfield.

He not only possesses excellent ball control and dribbling skills, but can also outrun fast forwards, playing an indispensable role in Feyenoord's defensive system.

"Yuan Shen is stuck!"

"But it doesn't matter, Saint Just's power is inferior to Yuan Shen's!"

"Yuan Shen protects the ball, then flicks it with his heel!"

"Van de Beek makes a late run and unleashes a long-range shot!!!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Beautiful! This is Ajax's attack, like an endless wave, one layer after another, never stopping!!!"

"I never expected Ajax to take a 2-0 lead away from home."

"There has never been such a dream start."

Xie An glanced at the real-time top scorers and assists rankings.

"Brothers, there's more good news! Yuan Shen has officially become number one in both the top scorer and assist charts!"

"Yuan Shen is awesome!"

Holy crap, 9 goals and 8 assists?!

What's going on? I don't think there are that many.

[Yuan Shen is too cunning; he secretly manipulates the data without letting the brothers find out.]

[How many rounds is this in the Eredivisie?]

"This is the ninth round of the Eredivisie. If Yuan Shen stays healthy, he could probably set a terrifying record."

"Let's check out the game first, there's another development!"

"It's rare to see that Schöne has lost possession."

"It seems that physical fitness is still having an impact. Ziyech and Van de Beek can't help him defend, and the pressure on a lone defensive midfielder is too great."

"Feyenode launches a quick counter-attack, Ahmadi delivers a through ball!"

"Ajax's defense is too high up the pitch, Jonsen is one-on-one with the goalkeeper!"

"De Ligt is chasing, putting pressure on, putting pressure on Jørgensen!!!"

"Onana, attack!"

Holy crap!

"That was a great block!"

"Onana has done a great job!"

The entire Ajax backfield erupted in cheers, and they all ran over to ruffle Onana's hair.

Blocking such a sure goal is such a morale booster!

Yuan Meng had been prepared to concede a goal, but now she kept applauding Onana and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Why isn't it usually this stable?

You think you're more likely to lose easy shots, and you don't try to save shots that aren't difficult?

The first half quietly came to an end, and the players quickly returned to the locker room to rest.

Besides hydrating herself, Yuan Meng also took the opportunity to eat a banana.

"Won't it be uncomfortable to play football after eating?" Dolberg asked with a questioning look.

"I'm fine. I get hungry if I don't eat," Yuan Meng said while eating.

Ten Hag's voice came through: "One is enough, don't eat a second one."

Yuan Meng turned her face away, hid the banana behind her back, and quickly ate the second one.

If you don't eat, where will you get the strength to play football?

Everyone's body is different, okay?

Ten Hag shook his head helplessly and turned his attention back to the tactics board.

"Feyenoord will definitely mount a strong comeback in the second half!"

"We still need to use ball possession for defense."

"By maintaining possession of the ball and reducing the opponent's attack frequency, we can effectively conserve energy."

"If you can't control the ball, make a long pass to Neres and Yuan Meng."

Ten Hag looked at the two of them.

"You still have the energy, right?"

"I still have some," Yuan Meng replied.

"I'm so-so," Neres replied.

Yuan Meng handed him a banana: "David (Neres), want some?"

Neres shook his head: "No, I get a stomachache from eating while playing football."

"If you won't eat it, then I will—"

"What are you eating?!" Ten Hag roared, then snatched the banana away. "Just drink some energy drinks."

"Where were we?" Tenhag's mind went blank after being interrupted.

"We're talking about bananas," Feltman reminded him.

"Yes, bananas—" Ten Hag suddenly considered changing captains, took a deep breath, and pointed to the number 10 on the tactics board.

"Watch out for Verena on the other side. He has a strong ability to push forward. Van de Beek, you need to get back to defend in time."

Van de Beek knew he couldn't outrun the opposing number 10, but he reluctantly agreed. He had been feeling a sense of crisis lately, as substitute player De Jong seemed poised to replace him.

Fortunately, he scored a goal today, so he should be safe for now.

Things always happen unexpectedly; Van de Beek was substituted in the 60th minute.

The cause was exactly what Ten Hag was worried about: Schöne was not in good physical condition, Van de Beek was slow, and the two wanted to defend but were powerless. Verena forced his way over and sent a through ball.

Feyenoord's number 9, Jonsen, redeemed himself by scoring a goal.

De Jong came on as a substitute, forming a double pivot with Schöne, while Ziyech moved to the attacking midfield position, changing the formation to 4-2-3-1.

Although the formation has changed slightly, the tactics remain the same. Moreover, this formation has been tested in training, and the players are very confident.

The ball was quickly passed to Yuan Meng, who replicated his first-half move of stopping and dribbling past Haps before cutting inside.

Before she could take more than a few steps, Harps rushed in from the side and grabbed Yuan Meng's jersey.

Harps is desperate; he finally became Feyenoord's starting full-back, and his next contract is lucrative.

How could I fall down at this crucial moment when it's right in front of me?

We absolutely cannot let ourselves be brought back to our original state!

We absolutely have to get this big contract!

A flood of thoughts rushed into Harps's mind, so much so that when he came to his senses, he noticed the intriguing curve at the corner of Yuan Shen's mouth.

Harps glanced to the side; he was the last defender.

The last one?

Finished!

The referee ran towards him with a serious expression and pulled out a red card without hesitation.

Harps' attention was entirely focused on Yuan Meng, and he didn't even see the captain's instruction to "create an offside trap".

Yuan Meng stood up and slightly raised her fist in celebration.

A free kick in the attacking third plus Feyenoord having a player sent off—this match is practically won!

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