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

December has arrived, and the winter transfer window is about to open.

Tuchel was invited to attend the high-level meeting.

The recent turmoil seems to be spiraling out of control, and this time it was Chairman Laubar who spoke first.

"Mr. Tuchel, we would like to know your opinion on the recent controversy and why you failed to quell the fans' anger in a timely manner?"

"I already offered a solution: strengthen the team during the winter transfer window, and the fans will naturally be satisfied," Tuchel said, looking at Zorc. "However, Mr. Zorc rejected this plan."

Laubar naturally knew the details; someone had given a detailed report before the meeting began.

He just wanted to know Tuchel's attitude, and incidentally, to hold him accountable.

Seeing that Tuchel was unmoved, Raubal looked at the financial director, Teres.

"How much budget is left for the winter transfer window?"

"We still have about 20 million in transfer budget, but our salary budget has reached a critical point. We have several surplus players that we haven't sold."

The actual figure was more than that, but with Laubar's prior arrangements, the financial director inflated the transfer budget, all in preparation for the summer transfer window.

Buying players during the winter transfer window is generally more expensive, making it an extremely unprofitable investment for high-level executives who want to make money.

"Shahin and Schürrle can be sold ahead of time," Tuchel suggested.

During the summer transfer window, they added two midfielders, both young and inexperienced, who proved useless.

Sahin's defense is problematic, and with players like Castro and Kagawa in the central midfield, he hardly gets any playing time.

With Yuan Meng and Pulisic as substitutes, and Mohr as a backup option, Schürrle was a bad buy in the summer transfer window; it would have been better to sell him sooner.

If they can get rid of two players and add a defensive midfielder or a versatile full-back, the team has the ability to compete for the championship.

In Tuchel's blueprint, the above is the optimal adjustment plan.

"What about Pulisic's departure?" Raubal raised his voice, abruptly changing the subject, his tone filled with strong dissatisfaction. "As an important asset to the team, why isn't he given sufficient playing time?"

"Oh?" Tuchel retorted sharply. "Isn't our goal the championship?"

"After Pulisic came on as a substitute, we achieved six consecutive league wins. My lineup and tactics were flawless!"

"Don't interfere in personnel matters!"

Raubal's face darkened. He hadn't expected Tuchel to speak like that, and he was speechless for a moment.

Zorc quickly stepped in to defuse the situation: "Coach Tuchel, don't get agitated. You're a renowned tactical mastermind; you surely have a way to balance results and the development of young players, don't you?"

Seeing that the other party's attitude had softened, Tuher knew that there was still room for negotiation, so he went along with it: "I can certainly take care of the defensive midfielder during the winter transfer window."

Those present fell silent, deciding to discuss it another time.

After Tuchel left, the management argued fiercely about whether or not to fire him.

There is currently no suitable replacement coach. If an assistant coach is chosen, it's uncertain whether the team can secure Champions League qualification.

While the management hesitated, Tuchel had few concerns and already had plans for the end of the first half of the season.

The final Champions League group stage match, a rematch against Real Madrid, is about to kick off.

Regardless of the outcome of this match, Dortmund will advance, so there's not much pressure.

Besides, the team is going to the Bernabéu, so the away result is secondary; as long as the players don't get injured, that's all that matters.

……

As the plane pierced through the clouds, Yuan Meng looked out the window; the Mediterranean Sea shimmered with golden light in the setting sun.

Yuan Meng curled up lazily in her chair, playing Zelda on her Switch.

By the time the plane landed at Madrid-Barajas Airport, it was already getting dark.

A gust of cold air rushed into the cabin, and Yuan Meng tightened the zipper of her coat.

In December, Madrid's air is dry and chilly, and when it enters the nasal cavity, it cuts and causes a dull pain.

The players traveled to the city by bus. There was no snow on the road, so the stadium conditions seemed to be quite good.

Yuan Meng was relaxed; he was a substitute today and would watch the battle unfold.

As the bus slowly approached the Bernabéu Stadium, Yuan Meng looked with great interest at the white expanse outside the window.

As expected of Real Madrid's home stadium, the streets were packed with people, with fans holding up white scarves bearing the Real Madrid crest.

Not far away, children rode on their fathers' shoulders, waving small flags, while middle-aged people who had just finished get off work rushed to the stadium without even taking off their suits.

As darkness fell, the streetlights and shop windows illuminated the entire street, making the whole city brighten up because of the Bernabéu Stadium.

The stadium was brightly lit, and the players from both sides had already arrived on the field to begin warming up.

At Real Madrid's home ground, no one favored Borussia Dortmund, especially since Real Madrid came to this match with a belief in revenge.

To Yuan Meng's surprise, the course of the match began to become interesting.

After Casemiro's return, he formed a midfield trio with Modric and James Rodriguez, while Kroos was on the bench.

Real Madrid's midfield control has improved significantly, and the most direct result is that Weigl is exhausted.

Poor Dortmund's single defensive midfielder, compared to Niu Ma, Yuan Meng is ashamed to admit he's inferior.

In this situation, Real Madrid failed to break the deadlock in the first twenty minutes.

The great French coach Zinedine Zidane, Zidane, suddenly switched to a 3-5-2 formation, and despite gaining complete dominance in midfield, he couldn't score for a long time.

Yuan Meng looked towards the Real Madrid bench; Bale was absent, most likely injured.

Could it be because of this?

Yuan Meng was completely baffled.

Zidane looked at the situation and was very satisfied.

Real Madrid's only weakness this season may be the lack of rotation on the flanks. The young Asensio is not yet up to the task. Instead of forcing a 4-3-3 formation, it would be better to bring on an additional center-back.

Dembele was the one who suffered. Whenever he tried to go one-on-one with a wing-back, he would be double-teamed by a center-back, which prevented him from performing effectively.

Pulisic on the other side faced the same problem; Dortmund's wings were broken, and their attacks were almost entirely futile.

Real Madrid's tactical adjustments have undoubtedly yielded remarkable results.

Both sides had few chances, and it was Real Madrid's right wing-back Carvajal who broke the deadlock first.

He played a one-two with Modric before delivering a 45-degree cross.

The attack was sudden; when the ball flew into the penalty area, Sokratis was a step too slow and Benzema headed it into the goal.

Weidenfeller's save was too late, and Real Madrid took the lead.

"This works?" Yuan Meng scratched her head. "Deng's defense is so slow, why doesn't he block the crosses?"

Dembele was furious; he felt someone was cursing at him, but he didn't know who it was.

He had a tough time playing this game because the opposing center-back, Vázquez, was too agile. Whenever he was about to break past Carvajal, Vázquez would always head the ball out from the penalty area first, blocking his cutting inside.

He couldn't understand why they switched back to a 4-3-3 formation. If they played with three center-backs, with Yuan Meng as a wing-back to help, they would definitely have a chance to break through Real Madrid's defense.

He glanced back at Schmelzer.

"Well, we can't blame the captain for not having much offensive ability, after all, we still need him for defense."

After taking the lead, Real Madrid began to play it safe, controlling the ball and passing it slowly and deliberately, and Dortmund struggled to find counter-attacking opportunities.

The first half has ended.

"Schürrle off, Reus on." Tuchel made a substitution at halftime.

Unfortunately, Schürrle simply couldn't create any chances, and Reus couldn't continue resting. He was moved to the attacking midfield position to fill the gap, and the formation changed from 4-3-3 to 4-2-3-1.

Since Real Madrid is using a three-center-back formation, Tuchel will use three dribblers to attack the defense, while Aubameyang will focus on positioning and act as a shadow assassin.

Looking across the world of football, few teams can field such a formidable attacking line.

Sure enough, Dortmund had a shot on goal as soon as Reus came on.

However, Dembele was completely outmaneuvered in the first half, and his shot went "slightly" over the goal.

Yuan Meng transformed into a merciless mocking machine, clapping happily: "Brother Deng, great shot!"

Having not sat on the bench for a long time, watching this show is quite enjoyable.

Before Yuan Meng could even feel happy for a moment, Tuher's voice came.

"Yuan, start warming up."