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

Two consecutive draws!

"The stubborn Tuchel paid the price for his choice!"

"Borussia Dortmund has dropped to sixth place in the standings."

"Yuan Shen was a substitute for the entire game, and it was Mohr who replaced Pulisic."

"He was sent off with a red card shortly after coming on."

"If it weren't for Dembele's timely intervention, Dortmund would have almost suffered a defeat at home!"

[Image sharing, but I'm helpless!]

[Hiding my Yuan Shen? This is divine punishment!]

[Can Namor even kick? He's not capable, you know that.]

Tuchel was rather quiet today, not because he was held to a draw, but because he had just had bad luck.

Why would a substitute winger make a sliding tackle from behind?

Why is that?!

He couldn't understand it at all, and finally sighed inwardly.

Facing the media's barrage of questions, he persevered, barely managing to suppress his frustration and maintain his composure.

What he couldn't understand was why a workhorse winger could create scoring opportunities just by being on the field.

Why don't we give it a try?

The thought popped into his head, but he forcibly suppressed it.

As the head coach, you have to make judgments based on the actual situation. How can you rely on luck?

Tuchel was ashamed of his thoughts.

At the same time, Yuan Meng contacted her agent, Werter.

"Yes, I want a transfer or loan opportunity."

"Are you serious?" Wirth's surprised voice rang out. "Dortmund is a powerhouse, a place that countless players dream of playing for."

"I don't care, I just want to play the game," Yuan Meng replied calmly and resolutely.

"Well... okay, I'll talk to Dortmund's management and give it a try."

Thank you.

"Don't get too excited," Wilt quickly added. "With your recent performance, there will definitely be teams that want to give you a try, but the number of teams willing to make an offer will definitely be small."

"What do you mean?" Yuan Meng's heart jumped into her throat.

"A transfer is unlikely; a loan move is more feasible."

"Well... that's fine too." Yuan Meng wasn't too disappointed; she was just giving it a try.

Wilt remained silent for a moment, then offered some further words of advice.

"You're still young, so you should try to get more playing time. If you perform well recently, there will definitely be teams willing to make an offer during the winter transfer window."

"Yes, I'll try my best!"

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Meng felt much more relaxed.

There are still two months until the winter transfer window, and the things we need to do remain the same.

More matches, more training, and I need to improve to a level where I can consistently start as a player as soon as possible.

Then you can go wherever you want!

As for Dortmund's management, they are not hesitant to sell players as long as they can make money.

Just three days later, the Champions League group stage began.

Sporting CP, a powerhouse in the Portuguese league, is no pushover.

After two consecutive draws, Tuchel temporarily switched his formation back to 4-1-4-1.

The team made some rotations in the match against Hertha Berlin. The players were in relatively good physical condition. The team adopted a high-pressing defense and launched counterattacks within 5 seconds after winning the ball.

Tuchel wants to play an attacking game against Sporting CP.

Xie An started his live broadcast on time in Yabao's live broadcast room.

This time, he lacked professionalism; he was driven entirely by emotion.

"Tu Hai, I'm so pissed off!!!"

"You're a world-renowned coach, putting players in good form on the bench? Have you no shame?"

"Dortmund's management is idiots. The team only has two defensive midfielders, one of whom is a substitute. They're cramming nine players in the attacking third, including five wingers!"

"It'll be more than a month before Yuan Shen gets a starting position!"

[I never imagined Old Xie was a military general.]

Ma Guocheng's charm is slightly inferior to Lao Xie's.

I'm betting on Sporting Lisbon first, you guys can do whatever you want!

[Brother's temperament, I'll follow suit!]

"Come, Book of Answers! I'll ask you this: will Tuchel be sacked at the end of this season?"

You will be happy about this.

"Happy? Got it, brothers!"

Xie An patted his chest, his face beaming with joy.

"Once the hype dies down, Yuan Shen will have finally made it through."

"Come on, let's all show our support for Sporting CP and type 'Get out of here!' in the chat!"

With the referee's whistle, the match officially began.

Dortmund seized the initiative, disrupting Sporting Lisbon's possession in their own half several times before they could establish a firm foothold.

Sporting Lisbon manager Gabriel Jesus instructed his men to focus on protecting their flanks during the match.

Pulisic and Dembele's ability to cut inside was effectively limited.

Both sides exchanged attacks, each managing a few shots on goal.

In the 20th minute, Götze received a pass and suddenly delivered a surgical through ball.

Aubameyang gently guided the ball to his side, then, holding off the center-back, swept it towards the far corner with his left foot.

"Bang bang bang!" Xie An slammed his fist on the table excitedly.

HP-3 Table

"Aubameyang, don't go in!"

"I know you're awesome, but Tu Hai isn't worth protecting!"

Oh no, Dortmund's attacking line is still too strong.

[Don't worry, Sporting Lisbon isn't going to be trifled with.]

The match has reached the 40th minute.

"Here we are, brothers!"

"Dortmund's pressing failed!"

"Carvalho delivered a beautiful pass."

"The ball comes to Martins' feet!"

"Martins sweeps the goalposts."

"Dost!!!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

"As expected of the star player of Sport Portugal, that shot was powerful and perfectly angled, Bürki couldn't react in time."

The first half ended in a draw.

Tuchel made an emergency adjustment in the locker room, instructing Shinji Kagawa to drop back more to help Weigl, and to prevent Portuguese teams from comfortably passing the ball through the middle, otherwise even a god couldn't stop them.

But something still went wrong in the second half.

At the cost of two yellow cards, Sporting Lisbon forcefully disrupted Borussia Dortmund's attacking rhythm.

Carvalho and Elias, the two defensive midfielders, performed excellently, marking Götze and preventing him from posing a significant threat.

Faced with Portugal's relentless counter-attack, goalkeeper Bürki struggled to hold on, and his rating has now surpassed 7.0.

【Burki, take a break!】

Stop saving Tuchel!

[If Yuan Shen were here, how could they have been so easily defeated on the flanks?]

[Exactly, Yuan Shen can also provide defensive support in midfield. Does anyone in Dortmund's squad track back more actively than him?]

Faced with Portugal's relentless attack, Tuchel had no choice but to make a substitution.

"Oh? Now you know to switch to Yuan Shen to save the day? Where were you before!"

Xie An looked disdainful and showed no excitement at Yuan Meng's appearance.

"This is Yuan Meng's second Champions League match. In the last match, he scored the winning goal against Real Madrid, and that exciting scene is still vivid in my mind."

"But today Tu Hai only gave him 24 minutes of playing time."

"Only 24 minutes!!!" Xie An kept emphasizing this sentence.

Yuan Meng glanced at the scoreboard; it was still a 1-1 tie, with 24 minutes remaining in the match.

It's okay, let's focus on defense first, then look for opportunities.

Yuan Meng was already fully aware of Dortmund's weaknesses.

Either overwhelm the opponent with a single burst of speed, or rely on a lone defensive midfielder to exhaust themselves and struggle in the final stages of the game.

He understood Tuchel's intention in using him: to help the team stabilize their defense in the final stages of the game.

But he was not willing to give up!

Why should Pulisic get so many opportunities? He was just promoted last season.

Yuan Meng is prepared to give her all, even if it means temporarily serving as Pulisic's substitute.

Only in this way can we hope to compete for a starting position!

After calming myself down, I stepped onto the court.

Yuan Meng's eyes were fixed on Zeheral, the left-back for Sporting CP.

This guy is a big threat; he can help pass the ball on offense and is very solid on defense. Pulisic couldn't get the better of him either.

However, his physical strength was almost completely depleted.

I, Yuan Menglai, will take advantage of this!