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

Dortmund, having equalized, are riding high on their momentum.

Schmidt quickly adjusted his strategy, retreating to a defensive posture and waiting for a counterattack opportunity.

Yuan Meng, with his abundant stamina, took on the role of a breakthrough vanguard, repeatedly creating danger on the flanks.

Unfortunately, Leverkusen set up a tight defensive formation in the penalty area, and their two center-backs repeatedly cleared the ball successfully.

With the referee's whistle, the two sides shook hands and agreed to a draw.

After the match, Tuchel was besieged by reporters.

"Coach Tuchel, what went wrong today? Why were we down two goals in the first half?"

Tuchel forced himself to speak.

"The Champions League match just ended, and many players are physically exhausted. Rode and Weigl were not in form today."

The reporters pressed on relentlessly.

"We could see that Çalhanoğlu was unstoppable in the first half, and almost no one could contain him. Does this mean that you made any tactical mistakes in the first half?"

"No! Just like I said, Bartra didn't start today, and Ginter is too short to contain the crosses. If Bartra had been there, the first half would have been 0-0 instead of 0-2."

The reporter astutely noticed the flaws in Tuchel's statement.

"Yuan Meng's introduction in the second half clearly contained Çalhanoğlu, forcing Coach Schmidt to move him to midfield. Why didn't Yuan start today? Was this a mistake on your part during the player selection process?"

"Well...you know, Yuan is a very good player, but he's not as threatening as Pulisic near the penalty area. Bringing him on in the second half was a tactical arrangement, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

The reporter from Kickers let out a soft exclamation and quickly stood up to ask the question.

"Everyone was speculating that Yuan would start today, and you clearly didn't think he was capable of starting, yet he contributed two assists in the second half. Did you underestimate his ability?"

"No! I've always emphasized that Yuan is an important member of our team, and I know the abilities of every player well!"

Several reporters sitting nearby exchanged smiles. They were reporters from Bild, who were less interested in the competition itself and more interested in gossip.

The usually composed and icy coach Tuchel has shown signs of breaking down, which is big news.

……

After the match, many commentators expressed a variety of different opinions.

Tuchel's over-reliance on Pulisic led to a narrow draw for Dortmund against Leverkusen.

Yuan Meng's efficiency was astonishing with 2 goals and 3 assists.

Why was a Champions League hero sidelined? Why did Tuchel lose his composure? The internal decision of Dortmund's management. — Bild

With the international break in full swing and the league suspended for two weeks, local media had nothing to report on.

News about Tuchel spread like wildfire.

Blakel Training Ground, Head Coach's Office.

Tuher touched his bald head.

"What exactly went wrong?"

"How could my judgment be wrong?"

He has been studying the match video frame by frame.

Leverkusen's targeted tactics were indeed unexpected, but not enough to warrant a two-goal deficit.

What's even stranger is Yuan Meng, this player showed obvious flaws in training.

His dribbling wasn't sharp enough, his crosses weren't precise enough, and he frequently made disorienting, dizzying breakthroughs that were nerve-wracking to watch.

In the competition, these tricks actually work. Why is that?

Tuchel didn't believe he was wrong; a player's performance in training largely determines their performance in a match.

Yuan Meng, however, was different.

"No, we must observe carefully!"

Tuchel pulled up a document and looked at the training plan.

We have exactly two weeks of training time, and we need to carefully assess the training level before selecting the lineup.

……

On the training field, players who were not competing in international matches gathered together.

Yuan Meng was earnestly teaching them invincible killing moves.

"Look carefully!"

Yuan Meng hooked the ball with her left foot, and her right foot bounced up from time to time, spinning smoothly.

"Hahaha, awesome!"

"Can it spin any faster?"

Yuan Meng made an "OK" sign and started spinning faster again.

"Master this technique, and your opponent won't dare get close to you!"

"You can do whatever you want when the time comes!"

Yuan Meng made a boastful claim without batting an eye, remaining silent about the shortcomings of Anthony's maneuvering.

Schürrle, Mohr, and the others looked puzzled, but they also followed Yuan Meng's example and started spinning around.

Tuher's expression darkened as he slowly approached.

One spinning top isn't enough for the team, how many more do they want?

"Stop fooling around, get ready for training!"

Tuchel's voice rang out, and the players quickly took their positions.

"Don't think you can slack off just because the key players aren't here. You all have a chance to compete for a starting position. This season we're competing on three fronts, so everyone needs to be ready and available to play at any time!"

"Did you all understand?"

"Yes, boss!"

Tuher nodded in satisfaction.

"Great! Today we'll practice physical conditioning, so everyone should warm up properly and avoid injuries."

With the key players absent, the remaining players are mainly training their physical fitness and some details, striving to bring out the strengths of each player.

Yuan Meng continues to train diligently, and her proficiency is steadily increasing.

A week and a half later...

[Defense: 73→74]

[Positioning: 71→72]

Endurance: 82→83

Speed: 80 → 81

【Power: 71→73】

[Long pass: 60→63]

Yuan Meng was very satisfied. The training provided by Tuchel was very targeted, and her physical attributes, which had not changed much before, also began to improve.

He scrolled through social media, where there were many reposted news articles.

Most media outlets are speculating that Yuan Meng may start in the next match against Hertha Berlin.

However, Yuan Meng was once again excluded from the starting lineup.

Pulisic remains the starting right winger, and the formation remains 4-2-3-1.

This was also the first time he had publicly complained on social media.

"I believe I am capable of earning a starting opportunity."

The following comments are unanimously in support.

[Yuan Shen is right!]

[Class dismissed!]

If all else fails, I'll leave. I'll even go to a relegation-threatened team where I can start.

This is the age when I need to improve my skills; I can't waste time.

Yuan Meng felt a warm feeling in her heart and deeply agreed with the fans' comments.

He's already 18, which is a good age to gain match experience in the world of football.

We can't waste all our time on the bench!

Assistant coach Arno is having an in-depth conversation with Tuchel.

"Thomas, I know Pulisic has performed well in international matches, and he definitely deserves to start."

"But media opinion will inevitably affect the players' performance sooner or later. Why can't you give Yuan Meng a starting opportunity?"

"Just like against Freiburg, we'll start him occasionally, and if he doesn't perform well, it'll be a legitimate reason for him to be a substitute."

Tuchel rested his chin on his interlaced fingers, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"I am the head coach, and I am responsible for the team. Whoever is more capable should start."

"I will not be swayed by public opinion; I must firmly believe in my own judgment."

"If I can't produce good results, I'll leave on my own."

Arnaud fell silent, and couldn't help but think of something else.

"I heard that management...put pressure on you?"

Tuher shook his head, not taking it seriously.

"The next match is only the seventh round. We are currently ranked fourth, which is acceptable. The management just gave me a heads-up."

Arnaud breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, Thomas. What if in the next game..."

There are no "ifs".

Tuchel interrupted coldly, "We'll win the next one."