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

"What's in front of everyone now is a turtle formation; Frankfurt has added another player in the middle of the penalty area."

"They even learned their lesson and had Makoto Hasebe protect the top of the key to reduce the threat of long-range shots."

"A mid-to-upper-tier team is determined to park the bus, making it difficult for Dortmund to break through for a while!"

[It seems Yuan Shen's bus-breaking technique isn't working very well.]

[It's safe to say that Xie's pre-match prediction, "The Dark Lord," proved accurate; he jinxed Frankfurt and they won.]

[Thanks, please apologize to Yuan Shen!]

Xie An wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Brothers, don't blame me. Who knew Tu Hai couldn't even break through the bus?"

"At this rate, we might need to replace him."

The match has reached the 55th minute.

Dortmund's attacks from outside the penalty area were relentless, with Makoto Hasebe constantly interfering.

The Dortmund players watched as Hradecky made one save after another, and a sense of despair welled up in their hearts.

Today was undoubtedly a highlight of Hradecky's career. He felt he was getting into his stride and could save any ball!

At this rate, this match could very well become a career highlight!

Tuchel couldn't help but sigh.

"As expected of the Finnish national goalkeeper, when he's in good form, his performance is comparable to that of top goalkeepers."

"We can't stand still; we have to find a new person to handle this."

The substitution sign is raised.

Weigl is substituted off, and Guerrero enters.

This results in a midfield consisting of three attacking players.

Tuchel knew this was a very risky move, but he had reached a point where he had no choice but to take the plunge!

"Finally!"

"Dortmund penetrated into the attacking third through a series of passing and possession maneuvers!"

"Aubameyang has found his position inside the penalty area."

"Master Yuan, give us a brilliant pass!"

Yuan Meng has disappointed everyone; he is the only one who can stand up for himself today.

Vallejo, hearing his teammate's warning from behind, quickly blocked the passing lane.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Meng feinted and then flicked the ball to the left with her raised right foot.

The long-range trajectory is now in sight!

Hradecky's first reaction was to block the far corner, which is the shooting route that the opposing number 51 is best at.

At the same time, center-back Avram, who was covering, also came to Yuan Meng's side and fell to the ground to block the shooting route.

Even the seemingly blocked road will inevitably have a momentary opening.

Yuan Meng's gaze fell on Vallejo's outstretched right leg. To block the shot, Avram spread his legs wide, leaving a path to victory between his legs.

Yuan Meng suddenly swung her leg, and her instep struck the ball precisely in the upper left of the center.

[Low-base shot (ground-hugging shot)]

[Proficiency: 0→20 (Minor Mastery)]

[Shots on goal: 68 → 70]

boom!

With a sonic boom, the ball shot out like an arrow, skimming the grass, heading straight for the bottom right corner!

Hradecky reacted quickly, switched legs and leaped out!

But his fingertips were a full hand's width away from the ball.

No goalkeeper could have saved this shot; the distance from the top left corner of the goal to the bottom right corner is the longest distance in the world.

Once the goalkeeper is certain that Yuan Meng will shoot towards the far corner, his shot will become a sharp blade piercing his heart!

Amidst the incredulous gazes of both sides, the ball rolled into the net.

After a moment of silence, a deafening roar erupted.

"YUANNNNNN——!" The away fans erupted in cheers.

"Awesome! Awesome!" Xie An slammed his fist on the table.

"Ground-hugging slash, a single strike to the throat!"

"That shot even went through the crossbar! Avram clutched his head in pain. He was too careful about the far corner, leaving a huge space between his legs."

"Hradecky never expected that low shot, and it was too late for him to make the save."

"In the end, it was Yuan Shen who successfully saved the day, and the game returned to the same starting line."

"Frankfurt can't keep using buses anymore, can it?"

Yuan Meng rushed towards the corner flag area, slid down, raised her arms, jumped onto the GG sign, and took the hat handed to her by her teammate and put it on.

One goal and four congratulations – a stunning moment in the Bundesliga!

"The headline will be out again tomorrow: Yuan Shen is hated again!"

[Score 1-1, a hat trick without a winner.]

You don't understand the world of data traffic.

[Just tell me, isn't the click rate high or not!]

With the players in position, the situation has reversed, and Frankfurt has no choice but to intensify their pressing.

This brings us to Dembele's comfort zone. He's not afraid of being pressed, but he's afraid of a few people steadily blocking his path.

"Dembele takes over the game, he dribbles past two players and gets to the flanks!"

"Center-back Hector tackles from the wing."

"Yellow card!"

Very good, the other side is starting to panic.

Tuchel quickly instructed the players to execute a free-kick tactic.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

"What's going on? The center-backs have pushed up, leaving only three players in the backfield?"

"What is Tuchel trying to do?"

High returns inevitably come with high risks.

The center-backs acted as a pivot in the penalty area, with Aubameyang lurking behind them, while Dembele and Yuan Meng provided support at the far post.

This meant that someone was able to engage in physical combat with the opposing center-back, and several second balls were also covered.

However, this is only the first step.

Frankfurt, seeing Dortmund's setup, naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for defeat.

Kovac began adjusting the players' positions, and incidentally used one of his substitutions to send a message.

"Gibberish, like this and that." The players who came onto the field began to relay the head coach's orders.

Frankfurt formed an iron wall of players inside the penalty area, with several quick and agile players spreading out to mark Dortmund's players on the perimeter, leaving two counter-attacking opportunities in the attacking third.

For Dortmund, Castro and Guerreiro both stood at the penalty spot.

Guerrero charged out first, causing the players in the penalty area to flinch.

Heh, just a feint.

Castro then rushed out and delivered a long, curved pass, heading straight for the far post of the penalty area, where Dembele and Yuan Meng were located.

Yuan Meng suddenly jumped up, not to head the ball, but to flick it backwards!

Before the ball had even fully landed, Dembele was already a step ahead of his defender, quickly running towards the edge of the penalty area.

Yuan Meng successfully touched the ball; he didn't need to look, he knew there was a teammate behind him ready to receive it.

Dembele stopped the ball with his delicate left foot and then lashed out with his powerful right foot like a whip!

"A shot on goal!"

"Holy crap, Hector cleared the ball off the line!"

"Fire on the rebound!"

"Aubameyang, an unparalleled goal-scoring instinct!"

"Dortmund scores on the rebound, taking a 2-1 lead!"

Nice!

That works too!

Tuchel didn't expect Dembele's shot to be blocked, but fortunately Aubameyang was there in front of the goal.

That way, we can focus on defense.

With a wave of his hand, he substituted Dembele and Yuan Meng in the 70th and 75th minutes respectively.

Reus fills the winger position, and Rode fills the defensive midfield position.

"Dortmund has adopted a 4-4-2 defensive formation, it seems they want to hold onto this score."

With the referee's whistle, Dortmund secured the victory, winning a hard-fought battle for points.

Click, click!

"Coach Tuchel, this is the team's fifth consecutive win. Do you think the team can maintain this momentum?"

"This is thanks to the players' hard work, and I believe we have the ability to maintain this momentum!" Tuchel looked spirited, and his smile became more amiable.

In the midst of a pleasant atmosphere, a reporter suddenly changed the subject.

"We all know that Reus has recently returned, so will Pulisic still be your regular choice?"

Tuchel's face instantly turned cold.

Is this reporter someone's mouthpiece?

He tentatively replied, "Pulisic is a very good player, and he will get the opportunities he deserves."

"What do you mean by 'deserved opportunity'?" the reporter persisted. "As we all know, Pulisic hasn't started a league match in a long time. Are you going to bench him?"

The true intentions were revealed. Tuchel smiled slightly and calmly replied, "We are currently competing on three fronts. Pulisic's performance in the Champions League is evident to all. You're calling starting in the Champions League 'not giving him a chance'?"

Before the reporter could ask a question, Tuchel pressed further: "Are you implying that the Champions League matches...aren't they important?"

Faced with Hel's cold gaze, the reporter obediently sat back down.

For a moment, the press conference seemed frozen, and no one even mentioned Yuan Meng and Aubameyang, who contributed the goals.

Because everyone present sensed that an even bigger storm was about to sweep in.