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

Chapter 88: Playing with an "injury," and scoring a world-class goal?

Breaking news: Yuan Shen has chosen to play despite his injury.

"Look at the current standings, Leicester City has secured ninth place with 29 points."

"To be honest, Leicester City are basically safe from relegation, so I don't understand why Yuan Shen would choose to play?"

What else could it be? Wasn't this Ranieri's arrangement?

He has a kind face; I never expected him to be so relentless with the main players.

Yuan Meng touched her calf, where there was a small scar that was almost healed.

Well, this counts as playing with an injury!

At this crucial moment of fighting for a winning streak, Yuan Meng will naturally not be absent. What he will really miss is the Champions League match that he was unable to participate in in the first place.

[The Road to Victory]

[Completion Status: 1/3]

Okay, everything is going according to plan.

Swish!

"How did Hull City score first?"

Why isn't Endidi playing?

"How did they manage to break through our midfield?"

[The duality of Saint and Historia: Has Ranieri become senile?]

I bet Ndidi must have offended that old man.

Yuan Meng was a little confused, feeling like her teammates were putting her on a show today.

Forget it, I won't bother arguing with them.

It's just a relegation battle, how could we possibly lose?

The away fans were extremely excited; they hadn't held out much hope, but now hope was within their grasp!

If we can hold on, we can snatch three points from Leicester City.

This is a huge gift on the road to avoiding relegation!

Yuan Meng glanced at the opposing left-back, Robertson. Despite being from a relegation-threatened team, he was actually quite capable.

Maybe I'll marry into a wealthy family in the future.

But now, it's in Yuan Meng's control!

Yuan Meng raised his hand to ask for the ball, but Drinking Water Bro snatched it from Albrighton.

"Holy crap, Drinkwater Bro stole the ball from his teammate!"

"What is he going to do?"

"He passed the ball diagonally to Yuan Meng!"

[The Water-Drinking Guy is amazing!]

[The "Water-Drinking Guy" is a true believer!]

Yuan Meng gently controlled the ball with her right foot, then flicked it with her left foot, creating the illusion of a breakthrough to the right.

Robertson positioned himself well and slowly backed away, creating space to accelerate.

This was an attempt to abandon defense and cross from the byline, thus gaining the initiative. He knew Yuan Meng had strong explosive power and might forcefully cut inside.

Huh?

You're not going to fall for it, are you?

Does everyone in the Premier League know how to defend against my inside cut?

Yuan Meng's lips curled up, her body sank, and she prepared to accelerate.

Then I'll really show you the power of my inside cut!

Nitrogen gas acceleration!

Robertson's eyes lit up. Just as the coach had said, this number 16 was extremely confident. If he were allowed to go to the baseline, he would be unwilling to do so.

Just as Robertson used the space he had left to catch up with Yuan Meng, the two collided violently.

Yuan Meng showed no mercy, pressing him down with one hand as if he were a chick.

I thought it was a speed bump.

Is there any interference?

That's what power is!

"A lone rider leaving everyone else in the dust!"

"Robertson couldn't stop Yuan Shen at all."

"Yuan Shen, activate!"

As soon as Vardy saw Yuan Meng rushing towards the inside, he quickly moved forward to suppress the opposing center-back.

Hull City's center-back Maguire is in a dilemma: should he stick with Vardy or cover for Yuan Meng?

As he was thinking, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Why had number 16 stopped?

Why did he adopt a shooting stance?

What the hell!

The ball suddenly took off and grazed past Maguire's head.

He felt this was the closest he had ever come to death.

The ball was suddenly pulled down rapidly and landed in the top left corner of the goal.

Yuan Meng had already turned around and confidently walked to the corner flag area, raising her hands and sliding to her knees.

A real man never looks back at an explosion.

That ball feels perfect, it's bound to go in!

Maguire watched number 16 run toward the corner flag and couldn't help but daydream.

"How wonderful it would be to have a striker like that as a teammate in the future!"

He stared at Yuan Meng's jersey, imprinting the words "Yuan.M" on it into his mind.

The entire stadium realized that this was a world-class goal!

"YUANNNNNN——!"

"Our child of miracles!"

"Our pride!"

Bang bang bang!

Table HP-3

"The bow is drawn like the autumn moon traversing the sky; the arrow flies like a shooting star falling to the ground!"

"Yuan Shen scores a world-class goal!"

"Look at the goalkeeper's expression; he hasn't come to his senses yet."

"Poor goalkeeper."

So handsome!

[Running off to celebrate before the ball even went in?]

This is what you call a divine premonition!

Hull City manager Silva watched Yuan Meng's figure, unsure how to adjust his tactics.

Robertson is already their best full-back, yet he was outmaneuvered by the opposing number 16.

Outrageous!

That's about the same strength as a typical Premier League center-back.

"Maguire, help Robertson on defense."

"Make the players more compact in the penalty area to limit number 16's shooting opportunities!"

Hull City is indeed very disciplined; they adjust their positions very quickly.

Yuan Meng has become the absolute focus of attention on the field.

This is normal; star players receive this treatment. When these players get the ball, their own fans cheer, while the opposing fans tremble with fear.

After receiving the ball, Simpson glanced around. He hadn't intended to pass to Yuan Meng, since she was surrounded by two people and there weren't many ways for her to break through.

He naturally passed the ball to Drinking Water Guy.

But Brother Drinking Water had a different idea!

He knew that the truly brilliant tactic was to give the ball to the best player.

Yuan Meng is surrounded and unable to receive the ball, so why not just lure the people around her over?

Drinking Water Guy made up his mind and dribbled the ball forward!

"The one dribbling the ball right now is Yuan Shen's loyal follower—Drinking Water Bro!"

Let's cheer for him!

"Drinking Water Guy is awesome!"

"He dribbled past the defensive midfielder with a behind-the-back dribble."

"He's still pushing forward!"

One of the midfielders marking Yuan Meng had to drop back to intercept Drinkwater, as a single defensive midfielder couldn't withstand Leicester City's midfield advance.

it's time!

Drinking Water Guy flicks the ball with his toe, a brilliant pass!

Attention ahead! Evil spirits are attacking!

Yuan Meng made a diagonal run from the flank, and while stopping the ball, he continued to accelerate, rushing towards the Hull City penalty area.

Maguire suddenly realized what was happening and quickly pushed forward.

He is very large and has an extremely strong ability to intercept attacks head-on.

Only he can stand up to Yuan Meng head-on; he is the hope of Her City.

Looking at Maguire in front of her, Yuan Meng couldn't help but feel admiration.

He is indeed a good center-back.

But—have you forgotten something?

Before Maguire could even get close, Yuan Meng flicked his left foot with the outside of his foot!

Spatial Domination

[Proficiency: 10→20 (Mastery)]

The combined skills fully demonstrated the ability to control space in a small area. The pass was so well concealed that Hull City's players only realized when they turned around that there was someone unmarked.

"An unbeatable pass, the duo of Yuan Shen and Drink Water Brother attracted everyone's attention."

"The shadow assassin of Leicester City has arrived!"

"Vardy, shoot into the near corner!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Too easy!"

"So expressive!"

"That's Yuan Shen's basketball IQ!"

So what exactly was Yuan Shen's injury?

[Did your toenail split?]

I bet it's a right foot injury!

[We can still beat Hull City with just one foot!]

As the second half began, a sense of despair arose among Hull City's players.

From leading to falling behind, from heaven to hell, it's all because of the opposing team's number 16!

"We can't let him keep the ball!" Robertson shouted.

"Keep a close watch! Keep a close watch!" Maguire commanded from the rear.

"What, Number 22 (Gray)? I don't know him, never mind him!"

"My eyes are only on number 16 across the street!"

Everyone's gone mad. Left winger Gray is completely unattended, and Yuan Meng is surrounded by a group of people. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were playing mahjong.

Head coach Silva roared at the players.

"Calm down, everyone!"

"Don't disrupt the formation!"

late!

Yuan Meng rarely uses his right foot to deliver a powerful long pass, transferring the ball to the left wing.

Gray controlled the ball without interference and moved forward, delivering a sweeping cross when he reached the vicinity of the penalty area.

"That's hilarious!"

"Hel City is completely out of control, they're just kicking things around randomly."

"Vardy easily taps the ball into the empty net, scoring his second goal!"

"Brothers, we can declare victory in this game now!"

"【Here's the question: Why is Yuan Shen lying on the ground?】"