Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 100: Gaining a Loyal Little Fangirl! After Qin Ming's Return, Wolfsburg Launches a Rapid Attack! (23)

“You have no idea how much Kevin was looking forward to seeing you, so I think there’s something wrong with what he said. You’re the most important person.”

Qin Ming also responded with high emotional intelligence.

Damn it, buddy, I've said all that, Dingding, aren't you going to do something about it?
resignedly.

Qin Ming sighed silently and looked at the woman standing next to him.

I was immediately amazed.

She's probably around 18 or 9 years old, but she has an amazing figure, along with delicate features and a healthy complexion, making her the most eye-catching person on the street.

What interested Qin Ming the most was that big, golden wave.

"This is my friend Alex Bright from the studio; she now runs the Instagram account and fashion brand with me."

Mitchell explained with a smile.

Finally, she winked at Bright and said in a very ambiguous tone, "She's a big fan of Qin, remember to sign an autograph for her later."

"Hello."

Qin Ming extended his hand generously.

He's played football in front of tens of thousands of people and even got the middle finger sworn at, so he's not so easily swayed by beautiful women.

"Hello! I watched all your Asian Cup matches, and my favorite was the game against South Korea where you scored the winning goal!"

Bright, on the contrary, was very nervous.

In the 1997-98 season, Kaiserslautern created a miracle by winning the championship as a newly promoted team, and coincidentally, she was born in Kaiserslautern that year.

Influenced by her family environment, she also became a football fan.

German women are very interesting.

They regard meticulousness as a way of life and independence as an essential skill.

And to regard beauty as a natural part of life.

As someone who appreciates beauty, Bright also enjoys beautiful football, but few German players can evoke that feeling in her.

It wasn't until September of last year that I saw the highlights of the Wolfsburg vs. Hoffenheim match.

Qin Ming's breakthroughs and skills were all brimming with artistry and talent. This feeling, which was based on football yet transcended football, instantly captivated her.

I naturally feel nervous like I'm meeting my idol.

"I'm also very satisfied with that goal. Shall we go over there and chat?"

As an excellent wingman, Qin Ming would definitely create some alone time for De Bruyne.

"Yeah!"

Bright smiled with delight and quickly grabbed his coat from the bench, afraid that Qin Ming might change his mind at any moment.

Mitchell showed the same helpless look in his eyes as Qin Ming had just a few minutes earlier.

have to.

Another one with a love-struck mind.

Qin Ming gave De Bruyne a boastful look, then led Bright toward the base. There wasn't much to do nearby, so he figured he might as well take the fans for a tour.

"Qin, there's a tweet that's been going viral lately. It's from a young Hoffenheim fan who said that when you went there last time, he told you that there are dragons in the world, but you can only see them if you score a goal."

Bright glanced at Qin Ming's profile. "Later, when he found out you were lying to him, he cried and refused to go to school, and his mother even took a picture of it. Now everyone's talking about you."

"What are you saying about me? We have twelve zodiac animals, like the rabbit, tiger, and sheep. Haven't you seen them all?"

Qin Ming began to make excuses.

"Yes, I've met them all. What's wrong?"

Bright asked in bewilderment.

"There's another zodiac animal I mentioned, the dragon, so guess if there are dragons in the world?"

Qin Ming threw the question back at him.

"That seems to make sense, but how come I've never seen it before?"

Bright felt a little dizzy.

"That's your problem, let's go in and take a look!"

Qin Ming smiled and changed the subject, pointing to the training base.

"Can I really go in? Do I need an appointment?"

Bright felt today should be her lucky day, as she not only met her favorite young players but also got to visit the Wolfsburg training ground.

"My face is my ticket."

Qin Ming greeted the gatekeeper and then swaggered inside.

Unbeknownst to him, the Wolfsburg players quietly gathered and hid behind the dense, lush greenery.

Benaglio's face was full of gossip. "Has our genius finally figured it out?"

"Tch! He used to tell me he was a god of football without women, and now he's found such a beautiful girl."

Maranda is both afraid of his brother's hardship and afraid of his brother driving a Land Rover.

Perisic seemed to smell a strong scent of jealousy, fanned his nose and chuckled, "Junior, you really shouldn't be envious. Qin is quite good-looking and has such good football skills, it's normal for him to be popular with girls."

Maranda took out her phone and took a picture with the front camera, thinking that her newly done mohawk hairstyle looked amazing.

And he also has a pair of sexy big lips.

Yeah, it looks like a sausage.

How is he not as good as Qin Ming?

"How long do you think it will take for Qin to introduce that girl to us?"

Rodriguez said, "I bet it will be within two months. After all, all innocent young virgins are the same; once they're in a relationship, they want the whole world to know."

"Two months? Look at the way that girl looks at Qin. I think Qin will be won over in less than two weeks."

Gustavo laughed so hard his afro swayed.

Unaware that his teammate was spying on him, Qin Ming brought Bright to the training ground, grabbed a ball, and showed off his footwork.

Hmm. Don't be fooled by his seemingly unmoved demeanor.

But seeing the adoring look in Bright's eyes, he felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

He usually focuses on playing matches, dribbling past opponents, breaking through defenses, and scoring goals.

I never thought technology could be used to pick up girls.

"We're about to start training. Let me take you back to the coffee shop first."

A short while later, Qin Ming flicked the ball up with his heel in a fancy way, then handed it to Bright, whose eyes were sparkling, saying, "Here you go."

"Could you sign your name again?"

Suddenly, Bright remembered something and pulled a Wolfsburg jersey out of his bag.

"Small things."

After Qin Ming signed the jersey and soccer ball, he watched as Bright solemnly put them away.

When the two returned to the coffee shop, Qin Ming saw that Ding Ding's face was a little red, and knew that he had definitely not done anything good.

"Kevin! Don't forget our goal! The Bundesliga title!"

Qin Ming didn't want De Bruyne to neglect football because of his relationship.

"Don't worry, I've been training extra lately. You'll see when the competition starts!"

De Bruyne said with certainty.

He also knew the priorities of the matter.

Football is a career he will never give up, and he needs to prove himself to those who abandoned him.

But there's nothing wrong with enjoying a sweet romance during that time.

Moreover, the emotional value he felt from Mitchell was something Caroline had never given him.

"That's fine."

Qin Ming didn't say anything more after hearing this, but he broke down five minutes later.

"What! You want 50 euros for a football? Is your football made of gold?"

"Besides, I was giving back to my loyal fans! This is a club event, you know?"

"Oh, it'll be deducted from your salary. Don't even think about backing out."

Equipment administrator Scott watched silently as Qin Ming tried to argue his way out of things.

Actually, he was just joking. Even if Qin Ming gave him a hundred or a thousand soccer balls, let alone just one, it wouldn't matter.

The club can also reimburse him for expenses.

February 4, 2015. Volkswagen Stadium.

The stadium, which can accommodate 30,000 fans, sold out of tickets, and the green and white color scheme occupied most of the space.

Wolfsburg were held to a draw by Eintracht Frankfurt just a few days ago, which left Wolfsburg fans feeling frustrated for a long time.

Moreover, they reached a consensus.

If Qin Ming were playing for Wolfsburg, he would definitely not lose, and coupled with his unique playing style, it would make you want to keep watching.

Therefore, even though Wolfsburg's opponent today is Hoffenheim, not a strong team like Leverkusen or Bayern Munich.

They still came to the scene.

In the home team's locker room, Dieter Hecking was instructing his players, "Hoffenheim has recently changed their tactics; they've started playing a 4-4-2 formation, focusing on attacking the flanks!"

"So in this game, we need to do a good job on defense, and on offense, we need to improve our efficiency and reduce ineffective attacks, unlike in the last game!"

"Alright! Bayern won't give us many chances, we have to win this game!"

After Dietrich finished speaking, he looked at Qin Ming and said, "I watched your performance in the Asian Cup. Today, I also hope that you can get the ball more, attract the defenders, and try to break through when you have the opportunity. Luis will protect you."

"it is good!"

Qin Ming flashed his pearly white teeth; he knew what that meant.

An increase in tactical importance!
Dietrich is willing to give him more trust, and in return, he can get more possession of the ball.

This is how you play football with real enjoyment.

De Bruyne, standing nearby, smiled and didn't seem to care, because his style of play doesn't require him to have much possession of the ball.

Threatening shots are his biggest defining characteristic.

In a match, a few threatening balls are probably more than seven or eight.

"Come on! Let's get three points and keep chasing Bayern!"

Benaglio clapped his hands.

Soon, Qin Ming and his teammates entered the player tunnel, and he immediately saw a familiar face.

Isn't that Kim Jin-soo?

Why is he bowing his head now, when he was so unruly before?
Qin Ming didn't use words of sarcasm; he felt the other party was unworthy, so he simply withdrew his gaze.

Kim Jin-soo breathed a sigh of relief.

He was bedridden for five whole days after Qin Ming did that to him last time.

Although I have fully recovered now, I still feel a slight pain when I inhale, and I don't know if it's just psychological.

"Wolfsburg!"

"Wolfsburg!"

Amidst the resounding chants of the Wolfsburg fans, both teams emerged from the tunnel.

Wolfsburg's mascot, Wolffie, is a gray wolf who loves to dance. He grabbed Qin Ming's hand and raised it high.

Wow! Wolfsburg fans didn't hold back their applause, welcoming their returning prodigy.

Qin Ming enjoyed the feeling, and after giving Wofei a light hug, he waved to the fans.

This made Kim Jin-soo extremely jealous.

He played in the Bundesliga for so many years and never received similar treatment.

However, after the election ended, he saw Qin Ming standing on the left, and the weight in his heart was lifted.

why?
Because this means he doesn't need to match up against Qin Ming.

"The match has begun!"

"Hoffenheim's starting lineup hasn't changed much compared to before, except that the formation has become a more balanced 4-4-2!"

"Firmino and Volland are the two strikers, the midfield from left to right is Elyounoussi, Schwegler, Polanski and Amiri, and the defense is Kim Jin-su, Bicakcic, Strobul and Beck!"

"Wolfsburg didn't make any big moves in the winter transfer window. They didn't buy Schürrle, who was rumored to be interested. After all, they have Qin Ming, so they don't need a left winger!"

"So their lineup hasn't changed much!"

He Wei gave a brief introduction.

On the pitch, Wolfsburg actively sought opportunities after the kickoff, showing a different side from the beginning of last season.

At that time, Perisic was injured, and Qin Ming had not yet shown his talent. The attack relied entirely on De Bruyne and Olic.

What now?
Qin Ming, De Bruyne, and Perisic were positioned there, along with the Dutch bald center forward Dost.

The pressure is immense!
Hoffenheim's formation kept compressing, like a spring being pressed down, creaking and showing signs of collapse.

Actually, they haven't been playing well lately either. They just lost 1-3 to Augsburg, and were dominated throughout the match.

Wolfsburg is definitely stronger than Augsburg.

"We can see that Wolfsburg's attack is completely different from the last game!"

"Sharp! If I had to describe it in words, I think it would be the most fitting!"

"It seems like there's a chance!"

In the shot, De Bruyne leans slightly forward and thrusts his right foot forward with a powerful push.

*Thud!* The football seemed to have a GPS device installed, tracing an exaggerated arc and getting behind Polanski.

Qin Ming made a diagonal run, charging forward into the penalty area, which immediately drew cheers from the Wolfsburg fans.

Strobul was highly focused, observing Qin Ming's every move.

When he caught Qin Ming shifting his weight and showing signs of passing the ball, he decisively stretched out his foot.

*Snap!* An unexpectedly high frequency of second touches allowed Qin Ming to shake off Ströbler.

"one comes!"

"Quickly, rub and shoot!"

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The fans in the stands were even more excited than Qin Ming.

Qin Ming glanced behind the goal, held his breath, and then used his right foot to powerfully chip the ball!
Bang! With a loud scraping sound, a steep and sharp arc cut through the air, heading straight for the top right corner of the goal.

Bowman, who was standing in front of the door, was already on guard. He took small steps, then jumped up and reached out.

Thump! The football bounced off his hand and landed on the right side of the penalty area.

Before Dost could react, a ball appeared in his field of vision; his body gave the answer without him even having to think.

Stab!

The close-range shot was lightning fast, crossing the goal line before Baumann could make a second save.

"Oh!!!" Wolfsburg fans waved their hands in celebration of the goal.

really.

With or without Qin Ming, things are completely different.

Look at how constipated we were during the previous attacks; it always felt like we needed to poop but couldn't.

Now it's like diarrhea.

Doster, remembering the source of his blessings, grabbed Qin Ming and offered to polish his shoes, which Qin Ming readily accepted.

"How was it! I didn't slack off at all in the Asian Cup; in fact, I'm even stronger than before!"

Qin Ming boasted.

Perhaps it's because he's recovered from his injury, but he feels more agile now and handles the ball with increasing smoothness.

"What are you pretending for? I remember very clearly that you elbowed that guy down."

Perisic nodded towards Kim Jin-soo.

"Tch! That was just an honest guy's retaliation. Don't you know how clean I usually play?"

After Qin Ming finished speaking, he lowered his voice and said, "You can help me deal with him later, you have no idea how badly he kicked me, he almost broke my calf!"

"so serious?"

Perisic's smile faded, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

"He kicked my shin guards so hard they cracked!" Qin Ming wasn't exaggerating.

"Alright, watch me get revenge for you later, I'll make that kid cry!"

Perisic developed in Croatia's youth academy, where the style of play is very rough, perhaps due to the war.

You can tell just by looking at the style of the Croatian national team.

Perisic naturally knows how to use underhanded tactics, and he's quite adept at it.

(End of this chapter)