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

Brakel Training Base.

"Get running!"

"Will Real Madrid give you that much space?"

"Hurry up with the transition!"

Assistant coach Arno's shouts continued incessantly.

The preparation time is short and the training tasks are heavy.

Tuchel's idea is to use different tactics in the first and second halves.

He plans to seize the initiative from the start against Real Madrid, and take advantage of his energy to play more vertical penetration and transitions between offense and defense.

Real Madrid's defense, while appearing tough, lacks speed and relies heavily on midfielders tracking back during transitions. Casemiro's injury will inevitably lead to an unstable defense at the start of the game.

Dortmund has several penetrators in their squad, and if used properly, they can be very effective.

If they can take the first game, the situation will be in favor of the Hornets playing at home.

If they switch to a defensive stance in the second half, it will no longer be impossible for them to snatch Champions League group stage points from Real Madrid.

Arno turned his gaze to Yuan Meng.

Unexpectedly, this young man who had just been promoted to the first team was the unexpected backup plan that Coach Tuchel was considering.

Thinking of this, his attitude became even more stern.

"Yuan, watch for the right moment to switch back and defend."

Not everyone is slower than you.

"Start up half a second earlier!"

"yes!"

Yuan Meng seems to be in excellent form today.

Every time I touch the ball, I have a wonderful feeling; the football feels like a part of my body.

When his attention can be briefly taken off the ball, he seems to be able to grasp the changes on the field more quickly.

When the two midfielders advanced, he promptly drew away the full-back and then made a diagonal run.

Before he knew it, the ball started running towards his feet.

He realized that it wasn't that his teammates were unwilling to pass the ball to him, but rather that his previous positioning hadn't been timely enough.

This was the first time Yuan Meng felt that she was cooperating well with the other players, and her previous awkwardness and basic mistakes had almost disappeared.

After training, Tuher called Yuan Meng to his office.

Yuan Meng sat obediently on the sofa.

"Yuan, did you do extra practice yesterday?"

Yuan Meng was somewhat surprised. How could she tell that?

"Yes, boss."

Tuher looked up and met Yuan Meng's gaze, his expression seemingly showing dissatisfaction.

"From now on, extra practice sessions are not allowed to exceed one and a half hours."

"Even as a substitute, you need to manage your physical fitness; this is a basic quality of a professional player."

Yuan Meng said, a little aggrieved, "Boss, I just wanted to improve quickly."

"Your sprint speed today was below standard. If this happens again, you'll be removed from the roster. Think about it carefully."

After saying that, Tuchel waved his hand.

"Let's go get a massage."

That's way too harsh!

Yuan Meng pouted and quickly slipped away.

After Yuan Meng left, Tuher shook his head helplessly, but still included Yuan Meng's name in the list.

Every coach likes ambitious young players, and Tuchel is no exception.

However, players' self-awareness cannot override team tactics, and the second half of the next match against Real Madrid will be crucial.

Tuchel plans to have Yuan Meng come on in the last thirty minutes and take on a lot of running tasks.

However, judging from today's data, Yuan Meng's sprint speed was slightly slower than usual, which made him feel a little worried.

Fortunately, there is still one day for recovery, otherwise Tuchel would have removed Yuan Meng from the roster without hesitation.

……

9 month 28 day.

Westfalen Stadium.

The stands were packed, with fans waiting early at the stadium. Those who couldn't get tickets gathered outside the stadium to witness the crucial Champions League group stage match.

Borussia Dortmund and Real Madrid are both favorites to advance, and whoever wins their direct confrontation will lead the group stage standings.

"Here it comes, the Champions League group stage highlight match!"

"It's 2:30 AM Beijing time, and we've all gathered here for that man!"

Yuan Meng has been selected for the final roster again!

[Puppet, please remain silent, and summon the Book of Answers!]

Will General Yuan be able to play? He's not in the starting lineup!

"Don't panic!"

"Dear Book of Answers, will Yuan Meng be able to play in this match? Can Dortmund beat Real Madrid? Please advise!"

Good luck is coming.

Xie An closed the book, looking puzzled.

"What does this mean? Who's lucky?"

[As everyone knows, General Yuan is a lucky charm; Dortmund is sure to have good fortune when he plays.]

How about betting on Dortmund?

Be cautious, Real Madrid is still very strong.

I don't care, I trust General Yuan.

Upholding the professional standards of a commentator, Xie An has an obligation to let fans understand the strengths of both sides.

"Don't rush to play, let me introduce the lineups of both sides."

"The home team, Dortmund, fielded their strongest lineup, deploying a 4-1-4-1 formation."

"Burki, a modern sweeper goalkeeper, has a wide range of movement and comes out quickly."

Both full-backs Schmelzer and Piszczek are defensively oriented.

The center-backs Bartra and Sokratis are familiar faces, and they are fierce defenders.

Weigl plays as the lone defensive midfielder, with Guerrero and Castro partnering as central midfielders.

The attacking trident consists of Reus, Dembele, and Aubameyang, making for a terrifying offensive force.

"Real Madrid are fielding a 4-3-3 formation. Marcelo and Casemiro are injured, so the starting lineup has been slightly adjusted."

Goalkeeper Navas.

Danilo moved up to left-back, and Carvajal to right-back.

Needless to say, the center-back pairing of Ramos and Varane is rock solid.

The midfield trio of Kroos, Modric, and James Rodriguez is a formidable threat.

The attacking trident consists of Cristiano Ronaldo, Gareth Bale, and Karim Benzema.

"Let's see if Real Madrid can still dominate the game without their defensive midfield shield."

A light drizzle was falling from the sky, and the players had finished warming up.

The Champions League theme song echoed throughout the stadium, and yellow scarves fluttered in the stands.

When the singing stopped, Dortmund fans erupted in their loudest roar.

"Heja BVB!"

"The referee blows the whistle, the match officially begins!"

Dortmund immediately attempted to organize a penetration after kickoff, targeting Real Madrid's most vulnerable midfield.

Kroos plays as a deep-lying defensive midfielder, so passing the ball is not a problem, but his defense is somewhat lacking.

"That's it, be more decisive in your positioning!"

Tuchel stood on the sidelines directing the game, letting the raindrops fall on his head.

This match will determine the team's momentum; we absolutely cannot afford to lose!

Dortmund players were like they were on steroids, pressing relentlessly in an attempt to force Real Madrid into making passing errors.

"Dortmund's attack was very intense, and they maintained possession of the ball firmly."

"Reus crosses the ball!"

"Wow, that was a dangerous pass!"

"Unfortunately, Varane came to the rescue in time."

Something's not right. Something's nine-tenths not right.

Tuchel felt something was off.

Dortmund certainly needs to seize the initiative from the start, but Real Madrid shouldn't be completely helpless.

Real Madrid manager Zinedine Zidane is no pushover; coaches who come from midfield backgrounds are all shrewd and will surely have a backup plan.

"Keep it steady! Don't rush, pay attention to your positioning in midfield."

Tuchel was at a loss for what to do and just hoped to score a goal soon to break the deadlock.

In the 15th minute, Modric moved to his right flank.

This is a rather risky move. With Casemiro out, Kroos playing as a lone defensive midfielder is very risky, yet Real Madrid still opted for this formation.

Seeing that Real Madrid's central area was empty, Castro decisively pushed forward.

"Watch out!" Guerrero exclaimed from the side.

Carvajal suddenly abandoned his marking of Reus and decisively moved inside, forming a double-team with Kroos.

Castro didn't react in time and Carvajal intercepted the ball.

The ball landed right at Kroos's feet.

He delivered a precise through pass to Modric.

Modric played a through ball without stopping it.

"The Great Sage" Bale stopped and moved past Schmelzer by half a body length.

For Bale, that half-body distance was a fatal opportunity.

Bale began to accelerate his sprint, and Dortmund's formation was too far forward, exposing the weaknesses of their high pressing strategy.

"Bale crosses the ball, aiming straight for Ronaldo on the left flank!"

"Piszczek makes a valiant interception!"

"Oh no! Dembele didn't get back in time, Ronaldo dribbled past him and unleashed a powerful shot into the far corner!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

"A powerful, dry kick, and the ball sailed past Bürki's outstretched fingers!"

Real Madrid are leading 1-0 away from home!

Siuuuuu！！！！！！

Cristiano Ronaldo sprinted to the sidelines, did a 360-degree spin in the air, and landed in a signature, fluid celebration.

"Hala Madrid!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the away fans' section!

"Madrid! Madrid! Madrid!"

I always said General Yuan had to come.

[We shouldn't have let Real Madrid gain momentum!]

[That's right, General Yuan might be a bit weak offensively, but he can definitely help cover for Ronaldo.]

[Hey everyone, let's get General Yuan on stage!]

Tuchel frowned; he had been tricked.

It's surprising that Real Madrid would dare to use such a high-risk tactic. You have to know that if Castro successfully passes the ball to Reus, Real Madrid's defense will be exposed.

That's football; a tiny mistake can lead to drastically different results.

Little did he know that Zidane was also taking a gamble; he understood the devastating impact Casemiro's absence would have on the team.

Now that the bet has been successful, the advantage is in my hands!

Zidane glanced provocatively at Tuchel, the big-eared player on the bench next to him.

We'll see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!