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

When you acquire a new skill, you always have to test it out first.

After the defensive training, Yuan Meng stayed behind. He didn't plan to practice much; he just wanted to spend half an hour familiarizing himself with the new skills.

His ball control has reached a high level, which is the foundation of his dribbling and advancing.

Based on this, when dribbling at high speed, the ball can be deflected and changed direction, making it less likely for the ball to deviate from the path of the breakthrough.

On the training ground, there are two practice stakes placed in front.

One is positioned directly in front, simulating a full-back; the other is on the inside, simulating a defensive midfielder or center-back providing cover.

Yuan Meng kicked the ball out and rushed towards the full-back.

Normally, he would need to slow down first before spiking and changing direction.

Now he doesn't slow down, he just adjusts the position of his knees and ankles, flicks the ball to the left, turns his hips, pushes off the ground, and accelerates in one smooth motion.

He could feel his movements becoming very fluid, as if a wind was enveloping his body, while his knees felt like they were being pressed down by stones.

The ball came to his left foot, and he had already passed the full-back.

Thanks to the dexterity of his left foot, as his right foot landed and he regained his balance, he used his left foot to flick the ball to the right, twisted his body to adjust his direction, and sprinted down the right flank from the center-back's right side.

"pain--!"

Yuan Meng clutched his ankle, still thinking that accelerating and changing direction was simply putting pressure on his knee.

Not really!

He was very skilled at flicking the ball and rotating his hips, but twisting his ankle at high speed put a lot of pressure on his ankle.

He quickly removed the bandage and checked his ankle.

Fortunately, there was no obvious swelling.

He abandoned the idea of ​​continuing his extra training and went to the physiotherapy room.

No wonder the system labeled the high-speed change of direction skill as an incomplete version. Perhaps this does not mean that he cannot use this ability, but rather that using this ability will come at a price.

At this moment, Yuan Meng seemed to understand how to complete this skill: first, she needed to train her physique, especially the flexibility of her joints.

The next step was to seek advice from professionals. Yuan Meng went to the physiotherapy room and found the chief physiotherapist, Zezman.

"Hello, Mr. Zezman." Yuan Meng smiled very politely, as he always did with the club staff.

"I'd like to consult with you privately about some issues related to physical strain. Do you have a moment?"

"Of course, please come in." Zezman had just finished massaging the other players and had some free time.

Yuan Meng went into the inner room and leaned back on the comfortable sofa.

"Mr. Zetzman, I'm having a problem during training. I experience sharp pain in my ankle when turning at high speeds. Could you please tell me how I can avoid this pain?"

"Then let's not do that for now," Zezman said succinctly.

Yuan Meng paused for a moment, then forced a smile.

"You must be joking. I don't want to miss an opportunity to improve myself."

"Who's joking with you?" Zezman's face was serious, his brows furrowed, and his tone was full of admonition. "When your body sends you warnings, you'd better respect them, or your body will betray you one day."

"As you know, I've been in this business for a long time and have seen many talented players. Many of them seem to have fallen on the field, but in reality, they were defeated by themselves," Zezman said earnestly as he sat down.

"I understand the ambition of you young players. Once you learn a great skill, you like to use it constantly and try your best to prove yourself."

"A truly outstanding athlete knows how to master these skills and avoid injuring their own body."

Yuan Meng kept these words in mind, but she did not want to give up.

"Are there any methods that can help me master these skills, such as improving physical abilities?"

Zezman knew he had run into a stubborn mule and sighed helplessly.

As a physiotherapist, his primary concern is the players' health, followed by their competitive performance.

"Ankle pain is usually caused by two things: one is that it bears too much force, and the other is that it lacks stability."

"These two points can happen simultaneously. If you want to strengthen your ankles, firstly, you need to build muscle appropriately. Secondly, you need to improve your body's stability and joint flexibility."

"I don't have a specific plan right now. I'll discuss it with the head of sports science and your head coach before we talk about it."

"Okay, thank you."

Yuan Meng knew that what he was asking for was beyond the scope of a physical therapist's job, and Zezman's agreement to discuss it with other departments was already an overly responsible act, so he bowed sincerely to express his gratitude.

Yuan Meng has suspended this training.

He thought he would have to wait a long time, but to his surprise, Tuchel found him in just three days.

Yuan Meng was overjoyed when she saw the document handed to her; it contained a complete training plan.

"Yuan, Mr. Zezman has already spoken with me. Next time you feel pain, you must tell me immediately." Tuchel's eyes held a hint of reproach.

Yuan Meng immediately patted her chest and guaranteed it.

"Yes, boss."

"Demonstrate in front of me the action that causes you pain."

"OK!"

Yuan Meng immediately demonstrated the same high-speed turnaround as Reuss, winning slightly in speed but losing completely in agility.

"Okay, stop!" Tuher walked up to Yuan Meng, his tone almost commanding, "You are not allowed to do this again until I say you can."

"Boss, but..." Yuan Meng looked aggrieved.

"No buts! Unless you want to rot on the bench."

Looking at Tuher's cold eyes, Yuan Meng nodded reluctantly.

"Two very serious problems." Seeing Yuan Meng back down, Tuchel began to explain.

"First, insufficient muscle control results in noticeable wobbling when turning. This causes the force on your ankle to be dispersed to places it shouldn't be, which is the root cause of the pain."

"Secondly, your stride is too long and your center of gravity is too high. This is related to your usual dribbling habits, but don't worry, I will correct them one by one."

"Now look at the training sheet in your hand."

Yuan Meng lowered her head, her gaze falling on the densely packed small characters.

"Look at the stability section."

Neuromuscular control stability

[Single-leg balance (eyes closed)]

[Unstable Mat Training]

[Single-leg hop + controlled landing]

[Short-range rapid change of direction control practice]

……

"Incorporate it into your personal training, and you can halve the time spent on weight training and allocate more time to your specialized training."

That's all. Remember what I said!

"Yes, boss!"

Yuan Meng was very excited. It didn't matter that she couldn't use her ultimate move for the time being; what she was worried about was not having a solution.

The problem Tuchel mentioned can be improved through hard work, which means his innate abilities are up to par, and that's what he cares about most.

If Yuujin had met a mentor like Tuchel at the same age when he was developing his skills, would the outcome have been different?

There's no time to feel sorry for Yuan Shen; next to rush to the training room is the future superstar Yuan Meng!

After Yuan Meng left, Tuher's lips curled into a smile.

Unexpectedly, there is another player similar to Reus. Once they both develop, they might actually be able to dethrone Bayern.

The next match is against Bundesliga champions Bayern Munich.

I wonder if these rascals can bring any surprises.