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

Chapter 97 I Think I Can Play as a Forward (Daily Wishlist)

[The Road to Victory]

[3/3]

[Please select the specific Madoka technique]

Choose Samba Dancer, that skill sounds cool!

Yuan Meng felt that she was already a talented actress, so naturally she wanted to become even more handsome!

[Reflecting on this —]

[A free spirit knows no bounds; feel the rhythm of your body with the football, and dance to your heart's content!]

Samba dancers

Skill detected: Human-Ball Combination

[Should we merge?]

Yuan Meng was already used to it; anyway, the attribute values ​​would still increase after the fusion.

"System, hurry up, then we won't need to ask anymore."

[Human-Ball Combination + Samba Dancers]

[Learned: Dance of the Circle]

Proficiency: 0 (Mastery)

[Yuan Shen's ultimate move immerses all players in a dribbling style they've never seen before, to the point that their brains stop thinking and instincts take over, ultimately leaving them inexplicably beaten.]

[Please note: This method is risky and may cause your brain to stop thinking; it's a double-edged sword.]

[Dribble: 74→77]

[Positioning: 74→77]

[Flexibility: 76→78]

[Balance: 81→82 (MAX)]

MAX?

Does that fill one attribute?

That's right, Madoka often falls down, so having 82 is already pretty impressive.

Anyway, there's still a chance to face the BIG6, so next time we might as well break the balance.

This created an unstoppable monster in the football world.

Yuan Meng suddenly thought of Haaland.

"Could I play as a striker?"

"It seems like there's a chance!"

Ranieri's hand trembled.

Teacup - 1

"What do you mean you want to play forward?"

As for?

1

Am I wrong?

Impossible!

Yuan Meng repeated, "I really think I can play as a striker, why don't you let me give it a try?"

"Changing positions mid-season is not an easy thing; generally, only players with extensive game experience can do it."

"Am I not experienced enough in matches?"

Yuan Meng felt like she had been playing for a very long time.

I'm incredibly strong now!

"Uh—you haven't even finished a full season yet, have you?"

Hmm~ that seems to be the case.

Yuan Meng pointed to herself with her thumb: "But I'm a genius, I feel like I can do it."

"Tell me first why you want to play striker." Ranieri slowly calmed down and gestured for Yuan Meng to sit down and talk.

Yuan Meng thought for a moment: "It feels really cool, and it's closer to the goal. I want to score more penalty kicks."

Ranieri turned on his computer and checked the "goals" data.

GOALS: Yuan.M8 Ranieri was speechless and looked at Yuan Meng helplessly.

"You've already scored eight goals, how many more do you need to score?"

"Boss, my salary is very low, but I get a bonus for scoring goals."

Playing football in England costs money: insurance, transportation, taxes, massage therapists, the latest game consoles and games—all of these leave me with only 40,000 euros in my pocket.

Which player in the top five European leagues could be as poor as Yuan Meng?

Ranieri's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as he tried to probe Yuan Meng's intentions.

"So that's how it is. If you hadn't transferred here, you could probably have earned a high salary."

"How many?" Yuan Meng wanted to hear as well.

Ranieri made an estimate.

"About 9 a week."

They could have offered 12 to 15, but since they won't qualify for the Champions League next season, and they might not even qualify for the Europa League, the management will definitely want to reduce their salaries.

Ranieri knew this perfectly well.

"Oh, we'll see," Yuan Meng shrugged. "So, can I try out as a striker?"

Seeing Yuan Meng's expectant eyes, Ranieri had no choice but to offer a pie in the sky first.

"I'll think about it and let you try when the time is right."

"OK." Yuan Meng got what she wanted and left without looking back.

Yuan Meng quickly posted an update on Instagram.

Yuan.M: Forward Yuan Meng is ready. All Premier League teams, tremble!

Immediately, someone posted a message in the comments section.

【real or fake? 】

[Yuan Shen is an all-around player; where can't he play?]

[Yuan, you shouldn't have revealed your tactics. (A local Leicester fan)]

Now that you've said it, the whole world knows what position you'll be playing next.

is it?

Is this considered revealing tactics?

Yuan Meng thought for a while, and realized they were all wrong!

Everyone in the Premier League knows I play as a right winger or right midfielder; I've never switched positions.

The way I posted this update is like a smokescreen!

If any head coach actually believes that, then he must be incredibly clever, not very bright, and pose no threat!

Yuan Meng understood the logic, and the slight sense of guilt that had arisen in her heart immediately dissipated.

Office in Utrecht, Netherlands.

Looking at Yuan Meng's posts, Tenghag instantly believed it.

"With Yuan Meng's ability, what position in the attacking third can't she play?"

"If I were to use troops, I would first create a smokescreen, and then place Yuan in the opposite position. Wouldn't that give me the upper hand?"

Ten Hag was immersed in his own wisdom.

"I'm so smart, I wonder which lucky team will hire a head coach like me."

The teaching assistant knocked and came in: "Eric (Teng Hag), the management has responded."

"What do you mean?" Tenhag suddenly sat up straight, his expression becoming unusually serious.

"According to management's assessment, even if Yuan only needs 3000 million to acquire the company, they still cannot afford his salary."

"Furthermore, we didn't play in the Europa League this season, the management isn't prepared to increase investment, and we're unable to afford high-priced acquisitions."

High-paid players.

"In short, they want you to give up."

"What?" Ten Hag suddenly stood up, his chair slamming against the floor.

"A bunch of blind fools!"

"If we could buy Yuan Meng, her net worth would definitely exceed 100 million in just two years!"

"ah-!"

Ten Hag becomes a desktop cleaning master, sweeping the desktop clean.

The only surviving computer contained important data, which can be considered proof that Ten Hag was still sane.

"I will not give up."

"Since Utrecht doesn't have the capability, we should decisively give up and go to a bigger club!"

"I have a feeling that Yuan Meng is the player I've always dreamed of playing."

Ten Hag kept muttering to himself. The teaching assistant couldn't hear what he was saying, but he felt that Ten Hag had been stimulated and might have gone crazy.

Meanwhile, the same scenario played out at Manchester United.

Mourinho sat in his office, frowning.

Why did management refuse?

"Don't they understand football?"

"Bringing Maguire from Hull City would only cost less than 2000 million euros. Bringing in Yuan would only cost 300 million euros."

0 million euros.

Mourinho just couldn't understand it.

He has already had people find out that there is a buyout clause between Borussia Dortmund and Leicester City regarding Yuan Meng.

Price: €2200 million (fixed) + €800 million (variable)

Leicester City will definitely pay this amount as long as Yuan Meng wants to leave Dortmund.

At this point, it only takes two steps to intervene in the transaction.

Step 1: Make Yuan Meng want to leave Borussia Dortmund. Because of the buyout clause, Leicester City's offer is irresistible, which will let Dortmund know that they are destined not to keep Yuan Meng.

Step 2: If a team offers a higher price than Leicester City, Dortmund will know there is no hope of keeping the player and will definitely agree to the higher offer. At this point, other teams can compete for the player.

Once these two steps are completed, Dortmund will be unable to retain Yuan Meng.

Finally, they lured Yuan Meng to join them with a high salary.

Everything was going according to Mourinho's plan, but it was strongly rejected by the Manchester United management.

Mourinho couldn't help but doubt himself.

"Is the management dissatisfied with the blueprint I outlined for Manchester United?"

"Do they have a better plan?"

Mourinho turned his attention to his phone, where he was having a conversation with Velt.

Mourinho: If you're free, how about grabbing a coffee?

[Wilter: The day after tomorrow, 1:00 PM, Café Pascal.]

When a head coach contacts his agent privately, his intentions are clear. After all, a head coach's time is very precious and he won't waste it on tea.

Of course, private contact with players is not allowed outside of the transfer window.

Some things are not said openly, nor are they left behind.

Mourinho thought about it for a long time but still didn't want to give up. He wanted to persuade the management one more time.