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

Chapter 94 The Battle for the Asian Football King

Leicester City's weaknesses are clear.

In a 4-4-2 formation, there are gaps in the flanks between the full-backs and wingers.

Pochettino has already arranged for Son Heung-yu and Alli to attack the flanks.

Yuan Meng stared at Davis beside her, while Simpson kept an eye on Sun Xing's movements, not daring to be careless for a moment.

The match is in its 22rd minute.

In an instant, Son Heung-min broke through Simpson's defense and created a very dangerous shot.

Yuan Meng knew that things couldn't continue like this.

"Switch places, Simpson," Yuan Meng whispered to Simpson.

"Are you sure? This will put you further away from the attacking third."

"It's alright, Sun is too fast, I'll keep an eye on him. Davis is a little slower, you go."

Simpson thought about it and agreed.

"The battle for Asia's number one spot has begun!"

"Yuan Shen will have to hold his own against Son Heung-min!"

"Tottenham are in possession right now, and Ranieri is still employing a strategy of compressing space."

"Now we'll see who has the better skills!"

Son Heung-suk suddenly broke free, and Yuan Meng moved sideways to catch up, resulting in a collision between the two.

Hmph, Yuan Meng has the advantage first!

Son Heung-woo stumbled, looking very surprised, and quickly passed the ball back to Wanyama, who was there to receive it.

"As expected, Yuan Shen won decisively!"

"Yuan Shen's upper body strength is truly amazing!"

[Sun Xing? Asia's No. 1?]

I think he's the best guy in Asia!

[Yuan Shen, get Tottenham to your team, and you'll be the number one football king in Asia!]

Pochettino pressed his hands inward, signaling the two wing-backs to move inward so they could support the attacking midfielders.

This shows that he is more confident in Tottenham's passing and movement, and is not afraid of Leicester City's tackles.

With the support of his teammates, Son Heung-suk became even bolder and challenged Yuan Meng again.

"Interesting, Sun Xing has some skills."

"He's created space with a series of changes of direction; he's about to break through!"

Yuan Meng watched as Sun Xing rushed past from the side, then turned and accelerated by pushing off the ground.

Just two seconds later, Yuan Meng suddenly appeared next to Sun Xingyou and swept the ball while falling to the ground!

boom!

"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star!"

"Yuan Shen's pursuit disrupted the attack!"

Yuan Meng looked at Sun Xing and raised an eyebrow.

"You might be faster than me on a long-distance run, but in terms of explosive power, I win!"

Within five meters, it was all Yuan Meng's domain!

Sun Xing was very curious about this Asian star who had appeared out of nowhere. He had initially attacked with the intention of testing the waters, but now he had to admit that Yuan Meng was a very difficult opponent.

A high-speed chase unfolds at White Hart Lane.

Yuan Meng's strategy was to stick to Sun Xing and make interceptions to launch counterattacks.

Son Heung-sa's goal was to get rid of Yuan Meng's entanglement and score first.

The two were like cats playing with mice, but in reality, cats aren't afraid of mice.

"pretty!"

"Yuan Shen steals the ball!"

"The ball landed at Simpson's feet."

Simpson passed to Drinkwater, and Yuan Meng quickly rushed forward.

Sun Xing was furious after the ball was stolen and quickly caught up with Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng glanced ahead and decisively moved behind Musa Dembélé, while Simpson simultaneously delivered a diagonal pass.

The pass was poor quality, and Yuan Meng barely managed to stop the ball that had fallen behind her.

By this time, he was already surrounded.

Yuan Meng swings her leg in place!

Snapped!

Cross with the outside of the foot

[Proficiency: 30→50 (Minor Mastery)]

The shot was so sudden that Vertonghen made a mistake in intercepting it, and the ball ended up in the gap between the center-backs.

Shinji Okazaki took a shot, but Lloris made a solid save.

Sold!

The shot wasn't very accurate, but it was powerful, and the ball rolled towards the left side of the penalty area!

"Mahrez!"

"Sweep through the doorstep!"

"Vardey!!!"

"GOAL!!!!!"

Bang bang bang!

Table HP-3

"This is Leicester City's second counter-attack of the game, and they've scored!"

"Ranieri, I'm never calling you Rahi again."

"This counter-attacking strategy is really something."

[It seems the Italians are quite good at coaching defense.]

"That's right, the birthplace of the chain defense."

[Ahem, this isn't a live stream, let's talk about the odds.]

I don't even look at the odds anymore; I only look at which team Yuan Shen is on.

Just bet blindly, you'll win more than you lose, it's like picking up money!

Ranieri started thinking about a five-defender formation again, but he held back.

He was really afraid that if it happened again, Yuan Meng would really turn against him.

Yuan Meng felt a chill run down her spine, then suddenly disappeared.

"That's strange, has someone cast a spell on me?"

The good times didn't last long; Tottenham's attack was just too sharp.

Right wing-back Soko delivered a cross from a 45-degree angle, Alli volleyed it in, and Kane volleyed it into the net.

The entire offensive move was so fluid and seamless that Yuan Meng was filled with envy.

He also wants to play that kind of attacking football.

Now is not the time to think about these things; let's continue to torment Sun Xing.

Hehe, that's the source of Yuan Meng's motivation for defense.

Look at Sun Xing's expression; he looks incredibly frustrated.

When it comes to speed, Yuan Meng uses explosive power to take the first step.

As long as she maintains her position and engages in direct confrontation, Yuan Meng will have the upper hand.

Pochettino was very satisfied; the opposing number 16 had retreated voluntarily, which was tantamount to reducing his own threat.

All of this is in the plan.

Offense is the best defense!

Conte's 3-4-3 formation has been favored by many head coaches and is regarded as the future of football.

A research storm involving three center-backs is sweeping the globe.

The first half ended in a 1-1 draw.

The atmosphere at White Hart Lane is heating up.

Neither side made any major personnel changes and went straight into the second half.

"Don't let Kane into the penalty area, stop him!"

"Yes, Morgan, we must hold on, no matter what."

"We absolutely cannot let him kick it!"

Morgan risked his life to block, and the shot hit him directly in the face.

"Holy crap, Captain, are you alright?!" Yuan Meng rushed over to check on him.

Good heavens, there's a huge bump on my face.

"This won't do. Call the team doctor and have him come over to check on us right away."

"It's okay, I can handle it."

Morgan got up and refused to be examined; he was afraid of being replaced.

As the captain, he was well aware of the level of the defense.

Even he was suffering, and no one on the bench could hold on.

Yuan Meng cursed inwardly: Damn it, counter-attacking really takes a toll on the defense.

We must end this battle as soon as possible!

The match is in its 72rd minute.

"Leicester City's third counter-attack, this time it was Ndidi who made the tackle, Alli made a mistake!"

clap clap clap!

After three passes and two turnovers, the ball was quickly passed to the left flank and then penetrated deep into the left side.

Vardy was forced to drop back to receive the ball.

He looked around, but there were no good options.

I had no choice but to send it back to Brother Drinking Water.

"Don't hesitate, give it to me!" Yuan Meng had already rushed to the front, with a stubborn guy following behind her.

Upon hearing this, Drinking Water Bro didn't hesitate at all and kept hitting the ball horizontally.

Don't talk to me about the quality of the passes; getting the ball to Yuan Meng's feet is the only real thing!

The ball was in a bad position, behind and to the side of Yuan Meng's body.

But Madoka's skills are just right to handle this situation!

[Anthony's Turnaround]

[Proficiency: 60→70 (Mastery)]

Yuan Meng hooked the ball with the inside of her left foot, and after a half-spin, she was facing the goal.

"Top-notch ball control!"

"A top-notch turnaround!"

"Yuan Shen's Helmet Shot—"

"Even your own people are shaking, huh?"

"Yuan Shen, in the right-hand corridor he knows best, suddenly slotted a shot into the near corner!"

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

[Proficiency: 60→70 (Mastery)]

"GOAL!!!!!"

Oh no, buddy, I bet on the wrong horse again!

[You never learn, do you?]

[I've already said, just believe in God Yuan, don't think too much!]

Haven't you guys been checking Dog Bro's forum?

What did Dog Bro say?

He said that Yuan Shen has evolved into his complete form!

[Yuan Shen, the King of Asian Football!]

White Hart Lane was turned into a library, and the enthusiastic home fans lost their arrogance.

Although it's just the FA Cup, the opposing team is fighting relegation!

Soon after, a deafening barrage of curses erupted.

"What are you kicking?"

"I'm picking up my child today and transferring him to Chelsea's youth academy!"

"Losing to Leicester City is a complete disgrace!"

Yuan Meng nodded in satisfaction. Now the home fans had become their helpers, putting pressure on their own people.

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