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

There were no professional commentators for the U19 matches; club staff members served as temporary commentators.

At Dortmund's home stadium, the commentary is definitely not neutral.

Just after the commentator had finished praising the outstanding performance of Borussia Dortmund U19, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

The playmaker, Kopac, launched a through ball, attempting to get past Bochum's midfield to Larsen.

However, Bochum midfielder Herschberg made a diving interception and stole the ball!

Gunes intercepted the ball from his teammate and immediately advanced forward.

At this moment, Yuan Meng and Larsen were still in the attacking third and had no time to retreat and defend.

Gunes passed the ball to the winger and played a beautiful one-two with him, getting past the full-back.

He then played a diagonal pass, bypassing the defending midfielder Irma, and passed it to the right winger Mahmoud who had made a run down the flank.

A series of fluid passing and cutting combinations completely dismantled Dortmund's midfield.

Facing the center-back, Mahmoud used a series of feints—a quick cut, a dribble, and a flick—to shake off the clumsy, tall center-back, Frich.

A steady, controlled shot!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Borussia Dortmund U19 made a foolish mistake!"

"Bochum executed a brilliant counter-attack!"

"1-1, the score is back to square one!"

Hoffman remained composed and continued to give his instructions methodically.

Ricken watched from above, and he was too embarrassed to be too flamboyant, so he appeared very restrained.

ten minutes later……

"Whoosh!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

"A second time!"

"Dortmund U19's defense is like a plug!"

"It breaks with just one poke!"

The fans erupted in deafening boos.

Ugly football!

It's so ugly!

The frontcourt was beautiful, and the backcourt was excellent.

Apart from the newly arrived Belgian U18 international Irma, the other players seem to be sleepwalking!

Hoffman couldn't hold back and started ranting.

"Why are you all standing still!"

"High-pressure tactics aim to create an offside trap, don't you understand?"

"The midfielders are pushing forward, so why are the defenders dropping back?"

"Keep an eye on them!"

"Calm down, calm down!" Rios expertly pulled Hoffman back to the bench and told him to sit still.

Their defense was really off today.

Yuan Meng looked helpless and simply moved to the right midfield position to assist in the central defense.

With Yuan Meng's help in defense, the pressure on the midfield was greatly reduced.

Irma gave her a grateful look.

With such a leaky defense, Irma, as the defensive commander, bears an unshirkable responsibility.

Fortunately, he had Yuan Meng's support; otherwise, if he had conceded another goal, the coach would have scolded him to death.

As the halftime whistle blew, the Dortmund U19 players walked toward the locker room with their heads down.

Hoffman followed behind with a gloomy face, without saying a word.

Inside the changing room.

"I'm not angry, just disappointed."

Hoffmann didn't turn into a hairdryer treatment; instead, he made the players even more terrified.

"I didn't see the fighting spirit a player should have."

"So what if they concede two goals?"

"Some were even admitted to seven different places!"

"The key question is, what did you do after that?"

"Who are you trying to impress with that listless look?"

"Make a substitution at halftime."

"Center-back: Frisch off, Kylian on."

"Defensive midfielder: Copacabine off, Mangala on."

Hoffman's sharp eyes swept over everyone.

"Listen up, all of you."

"Run! Run like you're going to die!"

"If you let the opponent get the ball comfortably, how can you possibly defend?"

"Only by putting enough pressure on Bochum can we stop their offensive rhythm!"

"Yes, boss!" came the resounding reply.

The players knew that the head coach was really angry, and their starting positions were in jeopardy.

The second half resumed with Bochum U19 kicking off.

Dortmund U19 abandoned their high-pressing strategy and instead adopted a more stable mid-pressing approach.

The aim was to have the physically fit Brute and Yuan Meng serve as left and right wingers.

Instead of taking more risky tactics, they focused on strengthening the team's midfield control.

This can effectively compensate for the weakness of disorganized pressing in midfield.

The well-organized pressing paid off.

Bochum U19 winger made a forced mistake, passing the ball to left-back Wanna.

Dortmund U19 has sounded the horn of counterattack!

Flying on both wings!

The left-wing player quickly moves forward, while Larsen and Chierretten make runs into the middle to draw the defense, and Yuan Meng goes solo on the right wing to create threats on the weak side.

For a time, the Bochum defense line was on edge.

The attack was initiated by left winger Brutter, who received a pass from Wanna and cleverly laid it back.

Wanna was also very clever, receiving the pass and then making another through pass without stopping the ball!

With three touches, Brutter effortlessly reached a position three steps outside the penalty area.

When the Bochum players gathered on the left side of the penalty area, Bruth suddenly made a cross pass!

Bochum's center-back made a desperate interception, barely managing to graz the edge of the ball.

The football rolled towards the outside of the right side.

Yuan Meng received the ball, made a shooting motion with his right foot, and when center-back Kovic came down to intercept, he cut back with his right foot and adjusted the ball back to his left foot.

"Don't let him hit the door!"

The retreating defensive midfielder, Nana, rushed into the penalty area and attempted a sliding tackle from the side to block the shot!

Yuan Meng didn't shoot, she just gently pushed the ball with the instep of her foot!

After waiting for a long time, Chiereten squeezed past the marking center-back, caught up with Yuan Meng's through ball, and unleashed a powerful shot into the near corner!

The net flies!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"A perfect goal!!"

"Dortmund found a fatal gap in their defense under Bochum's relentless pressure!"

"Chieretsen scores, Yuan provides the assist!"

"Dortmund U19, they've equalized, 2-2!"

Yuan Meng rushed towards the corner flag area, jumped onto Chieretten's back, and swung his arm.

The fans gave them a round of applause without reservation!

"Kyeremateng!!!"

"Yuan!!!"

Despite their less-than-perfect pronunciation of Ghanaian and Chinese surnames, the fans still displayed their enthusiasm with hoarse roars.

Youth training director Ricken capped his pen and hung it in his jacket pocket.

"I see."

"His technique is a bit rough, and he's not very fast at handling the ball, but his overall game awareness makes up for it very well."

"What's rare is their boundless energy and drive."

"No wonder Hoffman was so infatuated with such a formidable offensive and defensive player that even Larsen was unwilling to use him."

"That's interesting."

"I just don't know if Mr. Tuchel will like him."

"Spinning Top Boy, I can't help you much. It's up to you now."

Ricken got up and left.

Hoffmann excitedly hugged Rios, exclaiming, "My job is safe!"

"Congratulations!"

Rios turned his head away, utterly dejected, to avoid being accidentally hurt by Hoffman's spittle.

He sighed inwardly.

The U17 coach has just taken office and is unable to replace the U19 head coach.

He had fantasized that if Hoffman were to be dismissed, perhaps he could become the head coach of the U19 team.

What a pity.

Hoffman was in a great mood, his tone filled with excitement.

"No need to rush!"

"Strengthen the defense!"

"Wait for a counterattack opportunity!"

The players thought so too; Bochum U19's defense was very cohesive, and it was difficult to break through their goal in positional attacks.

Bochum U19 didn't rush things, and the score was simply tied.

A hasty attack is more likely to result in mistakes; it's better to advance slowly.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

When the final whistle blew, the two sides shook hands and made peace.

In this match, Yuan Meng scored one goal and provided one assist, and his name has spread among a small number of Dortmund fans.

He has become the next Pulisic in the eyes of fans, and is expected to move to the first team.

Yuan Meng was somewhat troubled when some small cards with phone numbers on them were thrown at him from the stands.

He didn't answer, afraid of hurting the feelings of the female fans.

He accepted the call, and his teammate's eyes were blazing with murderous intent.

Sigh, it's all because he's too handsome.