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

Chapter 99 A Great Sacrifice, The Semifinals Begin

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"Coach Ranieri, what caused the draw against Crystal Palace in the final stages of this match?"

"The team's defense needs to be improved, and that's my responsibility," Ranieri said, taking the blame upon himself.

"Why move Yuan Meng to the striker position? You know he can break through freely on the wing."

Ranieri would naturally not say that Yuan Meng proposed it herself. To the uninformed media, this would not only seem like a way of shifting blame, but would also trigger a public opinion crisis.

"Putting him closer to the goal allows him to utilize his shooting ability, and he scored not just one goal, but two!" Ranieri looked at the reporter who asked the question. "Don't you think this is the performance of a top striker?"

The reporter who asked the question was speechless and moved on to the next topic.

Yuan Meng was a little distracted. He felt that playing as a striker was really fun, but he couldn't get the ball!

How can you perform a spin without a ball?

How can we spread the glory of the God of the Round?

Besides, if I don't go to defend on the right flank, do I really have to rely on Mahrez to help me defend?

Yuan Meng suddenly chuckled as he recalled Mahrez's tendency to avoid confrontation.

Forget it, forget it, I'll go back to right wing.

I've had my fill of fun anyway.

Yuan Meng felt more comfortable as a winger, running close to the fans, basking in their cheers, and experiencing the thrill of the surrounding scenery rushing past.

Of course, the defeated look on the opposing full-back's face is also a must-see; that's the best accompaniment to drinks.

Ranieri heard that Yuan dreamed of returning to the right wing, so he bought some good wine to celebrate that very night.

It's better for Yuan Meng to figure things out on her own than forcing her to obey orders.

Young players are often a bit rebellious, and Ranieri is hoping Yuan Meng will play for him next season, so he doesn't want to strain the relationship too much.

This is the emotional intelligence of a top-notch football player!

Leicester City are not favored in the FA Cup semi-final.

Does Yuan Meng still possess magic?

Is Yuan Meng a winger or a striker?

Discussions about Yuan Meng have become unprecedentedly heated on major social media platforms.

This is the first time a Chinese player has reached the FA Cup semi-finals as a starter.

What's there to talk about in the FA Cup?

The FA Cup winner qualifies directly for the Europa League; if they win the Europa League as a key player, their market value will skyrocket!

[This feels really difficult; I beat two BIG6 teams in a row.]

Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose; Leicester City has no league pressure.

Is Yuan Shen going to Leicester City or not?

I feel he probably wants to go to Manchester United.

[You're the one who wants him to go to Manchester United, aren't you!]

Yuan Meng lay on the physiotherapy bed, scrolling through various discussions.

"I feel like this generation of netizens doesn't have any confidence in me."

He turned off his phone and pondered his own limitations.

After maxing out his balance, he roughly knew the limits of his body, and he guessed that his agility attribute was probably around 80.

It will take at least two more opportunities to break through.

If they win all their FA Cup matches, they will achieve the feat of being "BIG6 killers" twice, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

FA Cup semi-final: Chelsea vs. Leicester City.

Neutral stadium: Wembley Stadium. Ranieri tries to motivate the players.

"We'll go all out in this match."

"We won! I'll treat everyone to pizza!"

Yuan Meng said listlessly, "Boss, I've had too much pizza. Can we have something else?"

"How can it not be greasy? Who's a decent person who eats two pizzas every time?" Mahrez replied with a sidelong glance.

"Indeed, even pigs don't eat as much as you," Vardy chimed in.

Ranieri suppressed a laugh and clapped his hands.

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"Hey, here's the deal! If we win this game, you can choose what you want to eat."

"Really?" Vardy asked excitedly. "How about the BBQ?"

"That's too ordinary, boss. How about we treat ourselves to seafood if we win?" Mahrez suggested.

Yuan Meng had so many things he wanted to eat; he'd been craving them all season. He raised his fist and clenched it.

"Brothers, we have to win, for the big meal!"

"Yes! For the feast!" the players shouted in unison.

"Don't think too much about it yet." Ranieri pointed to the tactics board. "Chelsea plays with three defenders, so you need to spread out when attacking."

"Mahrez and Yuan, you must take the initiative and force the opponent's wing-backs to retreat, otherwise they will be able to participate in the attack in large numbers."

"OK!" Yuan Meng was very confident; torturing Bian Yiwei was something he excelled at.

"The defense needs to be careful; Chelsea's attacking trio will frequently switch positions."

"You might think they're playing as wingers, but they could actually drop inside to play as attacking midfielders. You might think they're attacking midfielders, but they can also drop back to receive the ball."

"In short, focus on the position, not the person!"

"As I've always emphasized, keep your positions close together, don't think about 1v1 defense, and call for teammates to help defend in time."

"Also, we must be careful of the wing-backs' forward runs." Ranieri pointed to a name—Marcos Alonso—"Their number 3, his scoring rate is higher than that of most wing-backs!"

"Finally—" Ranieri took a deep breath and shouted firmly, "Leicester, victory is assured!"

"Victory is certain!!!"

"Guys, the competition is about to start, the semifinals are here!"

"Conte's Chelsea have a terrifying record, currently sitting first in the Premier League, a full 7 points ahead of second-placed Tottenham."

point."

Let's take a look at their lineup.

Chelsea (3-4-3)

Goalkeeper: Courtois; Defenders: Ake, Luiz, Azpilicueta (AZP)

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Wing-backs: Marcos Alonso (left), Moses (right)

Midfielders: Kante, Matic; Forwards: Pedro (left), Batshuayi, Willian (right)

"What's frightening is that Chelsea's bench also boasts a host of formidable players, including Hazard, Diego Costa, and Fabregas!"

"There is a significant difference in bench depth."

"Leicester City will face a tough battle today, let's see how Yuan performs."

Where is the Book of Answers?

Ask them right away.

"OK." Xie An pulled out his well-maintained answer book. "Can Leicester City advance to the FA Cup final? Please tell me!"

That's all.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Xie An couldn't believe it and kicked the book into the trash can.

"Don't believe this rubbish book!"

[The Book of Answers, it seems I haven't missed it yet.]

They want me to bet on Chelsea.

【traitor!】

I'm not a fan of Yuan Shen (a popular online figure), but I'm betting on Chelsea.

Why did the champion team lose? What was Leicester City's lineup?

[Hmph, I don't believe in bad luck, Leicester City +500!]

There's no such thing as a draw in the FA Cup; it's either advancement or elimination. The live stream was completely divided into two camps.

"I am willing to sacrifice ten years of my life, and God Yuan will surely prevail!" Xie An raised his hand and swore.

Yuan Meng stood on the court, feeling the tense atmosphere of the semi-final.

Wembley Stadium has a three-tiered structure, and the sound of the fans surges down from above like a tidal wave.

The stands are divided into two sides.

Chelsea fans, dressed in deep blue jerseys, exuded a profound aura as they sang.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! Chelsea!"

Leicester City fans, dressed in royal blue jerseys, exuded a bright and vibrant energy.

"Leicester! Leicester! Super Foes!"

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The referee blew his whistle, and the big battle was about to begin.