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

On the sidelines, Hoffman touched his chin in disbelief, looking at Rios beside him.

"Yuan, your defense is that strong?"

Rios shrugged, looking helpless: "Mr. Hoffmann, I mentioned this player to you before, you just didn't notice."

Rios understands Hoffmann; the head coach just arrived and only recently memorized the players' names.

Yuan Meng is not a particularly outstanding player, except for his active defense, which is commendable. However, he is naturally not highly regarded in the star-studded Dortmund team.

Hoffman frowned thoughtfully: "Then should I give him more opportunities? After all, he's a young player with great potential."

Rios smiled helplessly: "My dear head coach, please don't do that. You'll see when you see it. This player Yuan... well, it's a long story."

On the field, Yuan Meng is sprinting at high speed, with the surrounding scenery constantly changing.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived near the right side of the penalty area.

Yes, this is it, we need to cut inside!

Yuan Meng was somewhat troubled. He was a right-footed player, but his left foot was the legendary "crippled foot," meaning his shots were consistently aimed at the stands.

Never mind, just cut it!

Yuan Meng quickly moved from right to left to the vicinity of the penalty area line.

Portman was left behind, and the opposing center-back came to cover.

Should we take a shot?

But my left foot... will it be okay?

Suddenly, Yuan Meng noticed something was wrong with her feet.

His left foot was assisting in dribbling, and it felt very smooth.

What's going on?

correct!

Anthony also has a disability in his foot, but he is left-footed.

With Anthony's left-foot proficiency combined with my right-foot proficiency, I now have no weak foot!

Without further hesitation, Yuan Meng gently flicked the ball outward with her left foot, then nimbly dashed to the left, leaving the opposing center-back a step behind.

Smooth!

It's so smooth!

Yuan Meng's confidence soared, her arms opened naturally, her supporting foot planted firmly in the grass, and her left foot tucked up in an arc!

"They've broken down the door!"

"The goalkeeper makes a desperate diving save!"

"The football flew just above the goalkeeper's fingertips!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Yuan, number 51, intercepted the ball and scored a solo goal!"

"Congratulations to him on scoring his first goal for the U19 team!"

"Borussia Dortmund U19, leading 3-1!"

Yuan Meng stared at the arc she had drawn, clutching her head in disbelief.

Is this the curve I can create?

That's right, it must be Madoka's template!

This arc is part of a circle!

Yuan Meng seemed to have a sudden realization, the sensation of his left foot lingering in his mind.

He excitedly ran to the sidelines and shouted to the fans.

"I scored!"

The fans burst into laughter as they looked at Yuan Meng, who seemed even more shocked than they were.

"This kid's interesting!"

"Well done, Yuan!"

"Yuan, we love you!"

"One more in!"

As long as a player can score goals, he is a good player; the fans on the sidelines changed their expressions in the blink of an eye.

On the bench, Hoffman glanced sideways at his beloved assistant coach, Rios.

"Rios, explain to me again why Yuan can't be given more playing time?"

Rios, drenched in sweat, touched his brow and explained, "Mr. Hoffmann, would you believe me if I said this goal was an accident?"

Hoffman narrowed his eyes, his tone turning strange: "Rios, is there some kind of misunderstanding between you and this player?"

There's no misunderstanding between Rios and Yuan Meng. Yuan Meng didn't play like this before!

But Rios knew that there was now a misunderstanding between him and the new head coach, Hoffmann.

He quickly tried to salvage the situation.

"I swear to God, Yuan didn't use his left foot before, and his right-footed shooting wasn't good enough either."

"I absolutely didn't mean it against him! Absolutely not!"

Hoffman patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, buddy, relax a bit."

"I believe in your character."

Rios breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "It seems Yuan has made rapid progress recently. I need to reassess him."

Hoffman stroked his chin, deep in thought.

Currently, Best is the starting right winger, but judging from the way he was carried off, it's likely a serious injury.

During the months he was injured, someone had to step up on the right wing.

He suggested, "Rios, do you think Yuan would be suitable to start as the right winger?"

Rios quickly chimed in, "Perfect, absolutely perfect! There's no one more suitable than him!"

Yuan Meng was unaware that his opportunity had come so suddenly; he simply kept running around the field.

A notification sound came from time to time.

[Successfully completed a dribble past the opponent]

[Dribbling Proficiency +0.1] (Each point of proficiency can be converted into an attribute)

[Successfully disrupted possession of the ball]

[Defensive proficiency +0.1]

We need to have more matches!

The skill level is increasing rapidly!

Driven by the allure of proficiency, Yuan Meng played with incredible energy, relentlessly tormenting the opposing winger.

On offense, use speed to break through defense; on defense, chase relentlessly back.

We can't let the opposing players sit idle; we have to keep them locked in combat!

Ideally, all the minks should be tangled together!

It's all about physical strength!

The final whistle blew.

Portman lay on the court, feeling the stinging pain in his waist, legs, and hips, and smiled with relief.

"Finally, I don't have to guard that number 51 anymore! Why does he have so many dirty tricks!"

Yuan Meng glanced at the experience baby lying on the ground.

You dared to bully my brother!

If I wasn't afraid of getting a red card from the referee, I would have tackled him a few times, and only bumping into him a few times was letting him off easy.

Yuan Meng believes that Portman's disastrous performance in this game will make their head coach re-evaluate the starting lineup.

Amid cheers from the fans, Yuan Meng walked toward the locker room.

The main center, Chierretten, grabbed Yuan Meng from behind, and the 1.82-meter-tall Yuan Meng appeared somewhat petite and delicate.

"Yuan, you played well today!" Chieretten laughed and ruffled Yuan Meng's hair. "Maybe the boss should consider letting you start a few games."

"Maybe." Yuan Meng shoved Kiereteng away with a disgusted look, pinching her nose as she said, "Kiereteng, are you trying to suffocate me with your stench!"

Kjerrett wasn't angry; he just started arguing back.

"You're the same, covered in sweat and stench!"

"I bet your socks could easily kill a dog!"

"You son of a bitch!" Yuan Meng made a move to kick him.

Kjerrett dodged the attack by twisting his hips, his movements were very agile.

Yuan Meng was somewhat envious of his physical fitness.

As the main center forward for the U19 team, Chierretten is over 1.9 meters tall and has good strength, unlike those skinny guys.

Moreover, Chieretten is very agile in front of the goal, knows how to reasonably predict the landing point of the cross, and then uses his body to block the defender.

Since last season, Chierretten has been a key player for the U19 team, and sometimes he also plays as a center-back.

This season, he's been fixed at the center position.

Every time Yuan Meng advanced into the attacking third, she had to frequently combine with Chieretsen.

Yuan Meng greatly admires Chieretten, who has spent two seasons with the U19 team.

A group of young talents in the team rely on Chierretten for support in front of the goal, and sometimes he even steals his shooting opportunities.

But he worked diligently, doing the dirty and tiring work of battling with the center-backs.

Just then, Hoffman's voice came from behind.

Yuan Meng turned around and saw Hoffman laughing and walking towards them with his arms outstretched.

"Good job, guys!"

"Yuan, I'd like to have a private talk with you."

Kieretten looked somewhat surprised, nudged Yuan Meng twice with his elbow, and whispered, "Yuan, did you offend the boss somehow?"

Yuan Meng shook her head: "How would I know? I haven't played a single game before!"

"Yuan, come here!" Hoffman beckoned.

Yuan Meng dared not delay and quickly ran over: "Boss, you wanted to see me?"

Hoffman put his arm around Yuan Meng: "Congratulations, young man! You'll be starting in the next game!"

"Really?" Yuan Meng was shocked by this sudden news, feeling like she was dreaming.

"Of course, I admire you." Hoffman nodded with a smile. "However, you must work twice as hard. You know how fierce the competition is at our club."

Yuan Meng understood perfectly and quickly nodded, saying, "Boss, don't worry, just watch my performance on the training field."

Hoffman laughed with satisfaction: "Alright, go ahead and take a shower."

After Yuan Meng left happily, Hoffman couldn't help but admire his own persuasive skills.

Currently, the team lacks player competition; either their technical characteristics are unsuitable for the right wing position, or they are injured.

With just a few words, he ignited the players' fighting spirit.

Indeed, I, Hoffmann, was born to be a head coach!