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

Halftime break.

Yuan Meng was immersed in her own world.

[Anthony's Turnaround]

[Proficiency +30]

[Proficiency Level: Beginner → Junior Expert (0/100)]

[Positioning: 60→63]

[Dribble: 59→62]

After successfully dribbling past his opponent and delivering a through pass, Yuan Meng felt a surge of new insights flowing through her mind.

The Anthony spin is an extreme ball-handling and get-away technique.

This seemingly attention-seeking action hides Anthony's unique football philosophy.

The key lies in: unpredictability, variability, and the ability to win by coming from behind.

Yuan Meng was very excited; he had taken another step closer to understanding his idol.

Kieretten suddenly moved closer to him.

"Yuan, what happened to the pass?"

"What happened to the promised high-altitude bombing?"

"I remember you liked to cross with your right foot."

"Why are you suddenly only using your left foot?"

Yuan Meng slapped her forehead, realizing she had almost forgotten about it.

"Don't rush!"

"I have grasped the secret of rotation!"

"We'll show you in the second half!"

"Then we'll smash it all into the restricted area!"

What the heck?

Kieretten looked bewildered and touched Yuan Meng's forehead with his hand.

"Yuan, are you sick? You seem a bit off."

"Don't worry!" Yuan Meng waved her hand dismissively, "Just wait to eat the pancakes!"

Hearing this, Kieretten felt a little better.

Larsen, who was not far away, kept watching him.

In the first half, only Chierretten didn't make much of an impact, so if substitutions are made in the second half, he's the most likely player to be replaced.

He clenched his fist secretly: "I have to score a goal, or my starting position will be in danger."

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Trailing by one goal, Borussia Mönchengladbach U19 appeared highly motivated.

Their head coach stood on the sidelines with a serious expression, clearly having given the players a pep talk.

Dortmund U19 hadn't gotten into the game yet, and Borussia Mönchengladbach U19 quickly took the initiative.

Hoffman roared from the sidelines.

"Forced looting!"

"Don't back away!"

"The midfield must begin intercepting!"

"What did you do last night?"

"Your arms are sore, and your legs can't run anymore?"

"Get your legs out of the way, all of you!"

Alright, all that tactical positioning practice was for nothing!

Their offense was somewhat decent, but their defense was like a dreary road in the early morning.

With his ribs pierced, Passlack quickly tucked in to help defend.

The opposing midfielder immediately split the ball to the wings to seek a combination play.

The football was halfway through its run when it was suddenly intercepted.

Yuan Meng fell to the ground, her calves pinning the ball down.

He smiled slightly. Such a defensive performance must have captivated the bishop.

"Yuan, over here!" Midfield playmaker Kopac ran towards Yuan Meng to receive her.

"Good timing!"

Yuan Meng fell to the ground and kicked the ball away, then quickly got up and chased after it.

This time, the Borussia Mönchengladbach U19 defenders learned their lesson and didn't push the midfield too far forward.

Position yourself in advance to intercept the enemy.

Unable to find a passing lane to penetrate the middle, Kopac had no choice but to pass the ball to left winger Bruth.

For a moment, the left flank was packed with people, while the right flank was empty.

Bruth turned and dribbled past the full-back's pressing, but did not continue his breakthrough.

There are people playing mahjong up there!

Just then, he turned his head to observe and saw a figure sprinting down the right flank, raising his hand to ask for the ball.

it is good!

It's the perfect time for a long pass!

Brutter delivered a curling cross from the left wing directly to the right wing.

Yuan Meng is entangled with full-back Rashcari.

Rashcari was furious, and at halftime he was given a severe dressing-down by the head coach.

He even spent a full five minutes explaining defensive techniques to him, telling him to keep a close eye on number 51.

Seeing that Yuan Meng had managed to gain position in the paint, Rashcarri quickly moved back to the inside.

Yuan Meng controlled the ball successfully, and Rashcarri also took his defensive position.

Both parties were very satisfied.

However, Yuan Meng started again.

Anthony makes a comeback!

Seeing Yuan Meng spinning around in front of him, Rashkari was furious, but he kept his head calm.

He tried to stay as close to Yuan Meng as possible, keeping his body in a state where he could exert force at any time, especially to guard against Yuan Meng's sudden inward cut.

Yuan Meng suddenly stopped.

It's now!

Rashcari secured the inside position first and poked the ball in.

Yuan Meng flicked the ball with her left foot, switching it to her right foot, and then pushed it forward.

Where's the ball?

Rashcari had just made a tackle when the ball he was watching disappeared.

Yuan Meng blocked Rashkar's upward attack with her left hand and slipped past him on the right.

The ball and the player have passed each other!

"Oh no!"

Rashcari tried to chase back, but Yuan Meng had completely blocked his position.

"Hey bro, you can eat my ass in the back!"

Yuan Meng dribbled down the wing, where the opposing center-back provided cover.

He made a decisive cross, swinging his right foot in a semi-circular motion.

"They're here! They've finally arrived!"

Kjerrett was almost moved to tears.

He anticipated the ball's trajectory, placing it near the far post of the penalty area.

The opposing goalkeeper did not come out!

The pass wasn't of very high quality, but Chierretten was eager and wouldn't let the opportunity slip by.

He pinned down the opposing center-back, preventing him from jumping, and then leaped high into the air.

A header!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Perfect header!"

"Powerful and fast!"

"The goalkeeper didn't react!"

"Borussia Dortmund U19, leading 2-0!"

The Borussia Mönchengladbach U19 head coach was gesticulating wildly on the sidelines when his assistant coach grabbed him tightly from behind.

Unfortunately, you can't cover his mouth.

"I***!"

"Why did I get rejected again?"

"Do you have OCD?"

"You just stand there and watch them spin around?"

"Get him!"

Rashcari looked at the head coach with a wronged expression.

You didn't say that at halftime!

You told me to stay calm and observe, and not to break the rules.

Snatch the ball the moment he stops.

You didn't tell me he could change direction twice!

How did this become my fault?

I've never seen such a dribbling style before!

Sigh, the fault lies with the subordinates. How could a great head coach be wrong?

Rashcari resigned himself to his fate, lowered his head, and returned to his position, watching the Dortmund U19 players celebrate wildly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Yuan, well done!"

Kjerrett kicked the corner flagpole, lifting Yuan Meng, who had come to celebrate, high into the air!

It has a strong resemblance to The Lion King.

The stands were very close, and Yuan Meng opened her arms wide, fully enjoying the cheers that were right next to her.

Snapped!

What hit my head?

Yuan Meng removed the unidentified object from her head.

Holy crap, a C-cup!

Not far away, a female fan screamed and waved her vest.

"Yuan, I love you!"

My phone number is 0231-123***.

"Remember to call me!"

Chiereten tossed Yuan Meng aside and shouted towards the stands, "Can I call you?"

"No, buddy?"

"I just helped you out, and this is how you treat me?"

Yuan Meng rubbed her sore bottom, got up, and kicked Kiereteng in the butt.

Unaware of what was happening, Chierretten looked expectantly at the female fan.

The female fan tilted her head and smiled.

"no."

"Yuan is more handsome than you."

Why is this happening?

I scored the goal!

Kjerrett was on the verge of tears, and walked back with a look of utter disappointment on his face.

Okay, now it was Yuan Meng's turn to laugh, a laugh that was utterly ruthless and sarcastic.

"Wow, being handsome makes all the difference."

"Even U19 players have girls who like them."

"Making it into the first team is a big deal!"

Kjerrett was so angry he gritted his teeth.

"I both hate you and want to be you."

With a two-goal lead, the opponent's morale dropped significantly, and Dortmund U19 played with ease.

Yuan Mengdi kept hearing notification sounds.

[Interception successful!]

[Defensive proficiency +0.1]

[Successfully dribbled past the opponent!]

Dribbling proficiency +0.1

[Proficiency level reached 1 point]

[Dribble 62→63]

[Defense 68→69]

……

That's a really good speed increase.

Yuan Meng was determined to secure her starting position; once she was on the field, her skill level improved rapidly!

Assistant coach Rios leaned close to Hoffman's ear and whispered a reminder.

"Mr. Hoffmann, all four forwards have scored or assisted in the attacking third."

Will Larsen be on the bench again for the next game?

"Huh?" Hoffman was taken aback.

Oh right, is that so?

What should we do?

Who cares!

He said in a serious tone, "If a player performs well, they should start; Larsen should be a substitute!"

"The youth training director..."

"What kind of bullshit youth training director are you? I'm the head coach, and what I say goes!"

Hoffman waved his hand dismissively, full of confidence, showing no regard for youth training director Ricken.