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

"Here comes the eighth yellow card!"

"Dembele tackled Höwedes, who was dribbling forward, to the ground!"

"He's settling a personal score on official business!"

"I just got knocked to the ground, so I'm getting my revenge right now!"

Both sides were having a great time, but Yuan Meng was extremely anxious.

Reus needs three consecutive wins to fulfill his obligation, and Yuan Meng doesn't know when she will start again. If they can't win these three games quickly, their chances against strong teams like Bayern will be in jeopardy.

Harden got carried away and was substituted by Tuchel. The substitute, Mor, is a player who doesn't pass the ball and takes wild shots, so we can't count on them!

Yuan Meng, with a dark expression, kept asking for the ball, trying to coordinate with Götze in a small area.

With all the opposing defenders carrying yellow cards, they certainly won't dare to make any heavy tackles, making it the perfect opportunity for precise passing and movement.

With a wall-bumping maneuver, Yuan Meng reached the right side of the body.

He controlled the ball steadily, and the opposing center-back Nastasic rushed out from the top of the penalty area.

Still dare to play aggressive defense?

Is this a desperate last-ditch effort as the game nears its end?

Yuan Meng stopped passing the ball and simply dribbled forward.

[Trembling + Fainting Dribble]

[Proficiency: 0→10 (Mastery)]

Yuan Meng approached Nastasic, flicked the ball to change direction, and then her whole body trembled.

A paper tiger, it really doesn't dare to take a step!

Yuan Meng had already seen through everything. Suddenly, she accelerated by flicking the ball and rushed out from Nastasic's side.

As Yuan Meng approached the penalty area and prepared to shoot, Nastasic quickly fell to the ground to block the shot.

Yuan Meng wasn't about to let him off the hook. She raised her foot and poked the ball forward again, her body following suit.

A shot turned into a breakthrough; Nastasic couldn't retract his foot and tripped Yuan Meng to the ground!

"Penalty!!!"

"A dramatic scene unfolded on the pitch, with Schalke, who had defended throughout the entire match, facing their biggest test in the final stages!"

"Not only that, Nastasic received a second yellow card and was sent off, facing suspension for the next match!"

"Dortmund are making a killing!"

"This is Yuan Shen's strength!"

"Yuan Shen is awesome!"

Yuan Meng walked towards Aubameyang.

"Hey bro, how about I take this penalty kick?"

"Brother, you're not feeling well today."

"They missed some excellent chances in the first half."

Aubameyang is like someone who has swallowed a bitter pill but can't express his suffering.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to take the penalty, but this match was somewhat special. If Yuan Meng missed the penalty, he would immediately go from being the hero who created the penalty to the villain.

Die-hard fans can be quite sharp-tongued, something these veterans know all too well.

"Let me do it, in case you miss..."

"There's no 'what if'." Yuan Meng's eyes were firm. "I caused it, I'll take the punishment. I can handle anything that happens."

"Alright, alright." Aubameyang shoved the ball into Yuan Meng's arms and whispered in his ear, "Once you've decided where to take the penalty, don't waver. The goalkeeper is more nervous than you are."

"Nervous? I'm not nervous at all!" Yuan Meng retorted stubbornly.

Yuan Meng adjusted the ball's position, placed it on the penalty spot, slowly retreated, and took a deep breath to adjust her rhythm.

Goalkeeper Fährmann beckoned defiantly, attempting to disrupt Yuan Meng's rhythm.

Yuan Meng simply ignored him, her mind preoccupied with only one thought.

Reus's favor can be exchanged for a lightning-fast change of direction, the biggest weapon in the breakthrough, perfectly making up for the skill that "Madoka" doesn't have, I must get it!

As the whistle blew, Schalke fans erupted in the loudest boos.

Dortmund fans countered Schalke's boos with a unified and powerful chant.

"Heja BVB!"

The familiar cheers helped Yuan Meng clear her mind of all distractions.

He suddenly started his run-up and kicked the ball without any hesitation.

His goal was clear from the beginning—right in the middle!

The ball flew slowly out, and Fehrman, who had already determined the direction, dived to the left, watching helplessly as the ball floated into the net through the middle. He stretched out his left hand in vain, but could not reach it no matter what he did.

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Panenka penalty kick!!!"

"Such a big heart!!!"

"Fährmann clutched his head in anguish; he couldn't believe that an 18-year-old would dare to take a Panenka penalty in the 89th minute of the Ruhr derby!"

"If that shot gets saved, it'll be a stain on my reputation forever!"

"But there are no 'what ifs'!"

"Yuan Meng is a god!"

Damn, my heart almost stopped.

You're lucky; I almost jumped!

Brothers on the rooftop, come back! Yuan Shen has saved us once again.

[The Yuan Clan!]

During stoppage time, a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.

This was no longer a problem that could be solved by issuing cards; the referee and linesman had to work together to barely separate the two sides.

Left with no other option, he blew his whistle early to signal the end of the match.

This chaotic battle has finally come to an end.

……

Click, click!

"Coach Tuchel, you must be very satisfied with winning the derby."

Tuher couldn't hide his smile.

"Of course, we moved up one place in the standings, just overtaking Schalke."

"Are you confident you can surpass Leipzig and challenge Bayern's dominance?"

"Of course!" Tuchel didn't mince words. "The team is on the right track. Once Schmelzer and Reus return, we have a very good chance of challenging Bayern."

"Could you comment on Yuan Meng's performance?"

"Yuan?" Tuher looked at Yuan Meng beside him, the hero who created the penalty and scored the winning goal, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"I am very satisfied with him. Before the match, I told my assistant coach that Yuan would be our secret weapon, but Arnault did not believe it at the time."

"Now, the result of this game will definitely prove that my decision was correct."

"Oh—!" came a gasp from the audience, and the reporters quickly jotted down the news.

It's big news that a renowned tactical mastermind is using a young player who was just promoted from the U19 team this year as a secret weapon.

Yuan Meng was somewhat flattered, but when she thought about how she had helped the team win two consecutive games, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Yuan, could you talk about why you performed so well?"

"I might be a genius... no, I am a genius!"

Yuan Meng's nose is very upturned.

"I used to think I was an engineer, but I was wrong."

"Coach Tuchel discovered my potential and helped me develop my attacking abilities step by step."

"He never asked me to make a big contribution on offense; he always told me to focus on defense first. He was telling me not to be overly ambitious and to improve my skills step by step."

"This must be his good intention."

"Now is the time to reap the rewards!"

The reporters looked at Tuchel with disbelief in their eyes.

"Coach Tuchel, was all of this part of your plan?"

plan?

What plan?

Tuchel was a little confused. Why was it all attributed to me?

Isn't this all thanks to Yuan Meng herself?

Can Tuher tell the truth?

The players have pledged their loyalty to us; we can't let our morale down!

He simply went with the flow.

"Yes, this was all arranged by me for Yuan."

"But I also want to emphasize that Yuan is an excellent player with professionalism and a strong fighting spirit. He has never been satisfied with the status quo and has been constantly honing his skills."

All I did was give him a chance.

This interview was translated and uploaded to the forum.

Tuchel's reputation reached its peak for a time.

[Tears well up in my eyes, a tragic injustice suffered by Tuher throughout history.]

Ah, so all of this was the sage's good intention!

[Yuan Shen's success today is inseparable from the guidance of the Sage of Illustrations!]

[A renowned coach, truly capable!]

[It's laughable that we, complete novices in football, couldn't understand TuSheng's moves and even called him incompetent. I deserve to die!]

[I'll never criticize you again, you're loyal! (Salute.jpg)]