After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

In the days following the defeat against Liverpool in the first leg, the atmosphere at Hoffenheim's training ground remained somewhat subdued, and the players were still struggling to recover.

In the morning sunlight, everyone walked into the training field in twos and threes, with less of the usual laughter and chatter.

Nordveit has been a bit less proactive these past few days.

During training, he was rather quiet and would occasionally stare blankly at his right foot, which was the very foot that scored that damn own goal.

This goal was a big blow to him. He kept thinking that if he hadn't scored that own goal, Hoffenheim could have at least secured a draw.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." He was indeed a "sinner," and he felt very guilty.

Yan Yuan changed into his training shoes and noticed Nordveit doing strength training alone in the weight room.

He walked over, casually picked up the dumbbell next to him, and nudged Nordwett lightly with his shoulder.

"Hey Kevin, I'll need your long passes in future games."

Nordvitt paused for a moment, almost dropping the barbell plate in his hand, and then spoke, his voice rather hoarse.

"Are you... sure? In my current state..."

Yan Yuan adjusted his shin guards, but his eyes remained fixed on the other person.

"Absolutely, definitely, and without a doubt. I've studied Werder Bremen's defense. Their left-back is decent, but I trust your long passes. As long as your long passes find me..."

He made a diagonal pass gesture.

"I can make him lose his bearings."

Yan Yuan remained considerate; as the team's "warm-hearted person," he comforted Nordveit in his own way.

Sometimes the best way to comfort a teammate is not to directly comfort them or tell them not to be sad, but to tell them, "I still need your help, the team can't do without you."

The key to comforting someone is letting them know that they still have value.

Nordvitt stared at Yan Yuan for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing: "You little brat... when did you learn to be a psychologist?"

Yan Yuan was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"I just took my psychiatric license exam last week. It's very expensive, but I'll treat you to it for free this time."

Nordvitt's mood improved considerably, and as the two were chatting and laughing, Amiri strolled over, whistling.

"Hey, is our Mr. Four-Ball giving advice to a patient?" He bumped fists with Yan Yuan. "How's it going, kid? Ready to receive my brilliant pass for your Bundesliga debut?"

Just as their fists collided, a system notification flashed before Yan Yuan's eyes: [Amiri's interaction level has reached 100%, unlocking the skill: Midfield Attack Motivator, current match rate 91%].

He was almost choked by this unexpected surprise. Amiri is a well-known midfield engine in the Bundesliga, and this skill can increase the probability of the ball carrier seeing the midfield attacking lines and further improve his overall vision.

Although Yan Yuan primarily plays as a right winger, this midfield skill is still very helpful to him.

Yan Yuan's ability to read the game is already quite good; what he lacks is a certain level of decision-making and timing.

With this midfield skill, he can better seize opportunities for breakthroughs and attacks from his position, and at the same time, he can better understand his teammates' thoughts.

This is also why the initial skill matching rate is as high as 91%, because Yan Yuan and Amiri are not much different in their ability to read the game.

"What's wrong? Did I grow thorns on my hand?" Amiri asked, looking at Yan Yuan who had suddenly frozen in confusion.

"No... I just thought of a tactical idea," Yan Yuan quickly adjusted his expression, "How about we try it out in the practice match later?"

As they were talking, Nagelsmann's whistle interrupted their conversation.

He also knew that the players were not in good form after the game, and as the coach, he had to encourage them.

He addressed the crowd loudly.

"I know this game has hit you hard, but you all need to hold your heads up!"

Losing to Liverpool isn't the end of the world, but it's definitely disheartening! The season has only just begun, and the Champions League qualifiers aren't over yet! We're only one goal behind, we still have hope!

The players unconsciously straightened their backs.

"Kevin," Nagelsmann suddenly called out, and Nordtveit shuddered. "Your interception statistics were in the top ten in the Bundesliga last season. One mistake and you've forgotten who you are?"

Nordvitt opened his mouth, but ultimately just shook his head heavily.

Then, the coach turned to everyone.

"Listen up, everyone. This weekend against Werder Bremen, I want to see a bloodthirsty, fighting Hoffenheim. Everyone, summarize what needs to be summarized, forget what needs to be forgotten, and move on from this match as soon as possible. And Yan, you'll start as the right winger in the first Bundesliga match."

"Yes, Coach!"

After training resumed, Yan Yuan started training with Amiri on his own initiative today.

He needs to perfect the matching of this new skill before the match against Werder Bremen.

He deliberately imitated the rhythm of the opponent's ball handling, that unique pause to observe, and the passing choice of sudden acceleration.

Yan Yuan watched intently, while Amiri seemed a little awkward.

"Why have you been staring at me so much lately? Could it be..." Amiri felt uneasy under his gaze.

"No? What are you thinking??? It's just that your passing vision is too amazing," Yan Yuan quickly interrupted Amiri's outrageous guess.

They almost developed a homoerotic relationship.

"I'm just curious how you did it? You mean... that kind of pass that looks like you have eyes in the back of your head."

Amiri proudly raised his chin: "So that's what you're curious about. That's called talent, kid."

Then he patiently explained,

"It's not that difficult. The key is the first scan before catching the ball. Throw the ball at me now, and I'll demonstrate."

He caught the ball that Yan Yuan threw to him, and suddenly tapped it lightly with his toe as a demonstration.

"See that? If this were during a match, I would already see Gnabry starting his run on the left flank."

"Wow, Amiri is amazing!" Yan Yuan couldn't help but clap his hands.

Over the next three days, Yan Yuan began his own specialized training.

It's still 6:30 in the morning without fail. You can always see him practicing Amiri's signature move alone on the training field. When he receives the ball with his back to the goal, he flicks the ball with the outside of his foot to change direction while looking up to scan the front field.

When he had no one to practice with, he would set up many standard training discs for himself and practice alone.

Sometimes, because he was so familiar with the place, Yan Yuan would even blindfold himself with a strip of cloth to judge the breakthrough position and the passing position.

During his lunch break, he repeatedly watched Amiri's game videos, paying attention to even the angle of the opponent's shoulder tilt when making off-the-ball runs. Occasionally, when he encountered something he didn't understand, he would personally ask Amiri for advice.

On the third day at lunch, Gnabry watched Yan Yuan use a fork to demonstrate passing routes in the air.

"Yan, are you planning to switch to midfield? I've been seeing you training with Amiri a lot lately."

Yan Yuan swallowed the chicken breast and muttered, "It has to be 100%."

"What do you mean 100%?" Gnabry asked curiously.

"Ah...it's nothing, well..." Yan Yuan wiped his mouth and stood up. "See you at the training match this afternoon."

Besides the focus on training, the most intense part was the extra training in the system space.

He broke down Amiri's skills into three modules: anticipation scanning, passing timing, and line selection.

On the virtual training field, the holographically projected defensive players constantly changed formations, while Yan Yuan forced himself to make Amiri-style decisions within 0.3 seconds.

[Match accuracy 93%...95%...97%...]

On the eve of the match, when Yan Yuan delivered a surgical through ball during the final training session, assisting Ute to score, even Nagelsmann couldn't help but whistle.

Amiri rubbed her eyes.

"I'm really seeing things, Yan. No wonder you've been asking me questions with my videos lately. You've been secretly learning from me all this time."

That pass just now looked like I made it! You're not going to try and steal my food from me now, are you?

"Hahahaha, I don't eat that much. I'm still focused on the right flank. I'm learning from you, learning your overall strategic vision," Yan Yuan joked back.

Back in his dorm that evening, Yan Yuan took a shower and collapsed onto his bed.

A system notification flashed before my eyes: ["Attack Motivation" matching rate 100%].

He looked at his personal stats and realized that his current game reading ability was a solid A+ level.

Three days ago, he was just a winger who only focused on breaking through defenses, but now he has developed a good midfield vision.

Tomorrow, he will start his first Bundesliga match at home, and Nordtveit's long pass accuracy during this morning's training session has recovered to 80%, indicating that his confidence is being rebuilt.

Hoffenheim, having just suffered a defeat, is now reawakening.