Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 113 This was a perfect performance! A penalty area dance that shocked the world! The collapse of Tottenham fans!
"I understand, this is to slow down the pace, just like in the later stages of the last game."

Pochettino frowned.

Moreover, compared to De Bruyne, Qin Ming is better at maintaining his rhythm and winning possession when surrounded by multiple defenders.

Pochettino gestured to the players.

Intensify the pressing!

They must let the game find its own rhythm, otherwise it will only get harder and harder to play later on.

"Let's take a look at Wolfsburg's corner kick on the right!"

"De Bruyne crossed to the near post, Vertonghen got a touch, but he seems to have made a mistake!"

"There's chaos in the Tottenham penalty area!"

"Wow! Perisic's shot in front of the goal flew straight into the stands!"

On the pitch, the Tottenham players breathed a sigh of relief. No one expected that Vertonghen, who was usually the most reliable player, would make a fatal mistake in defending a corner kick.

Fortunately, Perisic was too hasty in his shot, otherwise they would most likely have conceded a goal.

"They didn't have a firm footing."

Perisic was somewhat annoyed.

"It's okay, their national team has players who are even more outrageous than you, kicking the ball from their right foot to their left and clearing it directly."

Qin Ming casually offered some words of comfort.

De Bruyne: “.”

He can't even think about Lukaku; it makes him feel terrible.

I've given him so many brilliant passes, practically stuffing a cake down his throat, and he still manages to spit it out.

I am simply unable to complain.

With two threatening opportunities arising, the situation entered a heated phase.

The 15th minute of the game.

Perisic was racing Danny Rose on the wing, and the two were evenly matched with neither gaining an advantage. Perisic had to stop abruptly and pass the ball back to Tresch.

However, Tresch, who is seen as Ballack's successor, also possesses excellent vision and footwork.

Snap! He sent the ball diagonally to the left wing. Qin Ming glanced at Kyle Walker, who was some distance away, and used his right foot to execute a scorpion kick to control the ball.

"It's absolutely visually stunning!"

"I always find it a pleasure to watch Qin Ming's matches!"

Zhan Jun laughed and said, "As a professional football commentator, I don't actually have much time to watch football outside of work, but I will watch Wolfsburg's games even if they are replayed."

"Hehe, me too."

Zhang Lu echoed.

On the court, Kyle Walker grew increasingly angry, but he remained rational.

They were thrashed in the last game.

The reason is that he recklessly lunged to steal the ball; today he's going to play it slower.

"I'm waiting for my teammates, what are you waiting for?"

Seeing that Kyle Walker wasn't going to contest, Qin Ming pulled off a no-look pass.

The ball was passed to Rodriguez on the wing.

After receiving the ball, R. Ronaldo made a powerful run, leaving Paulinho a body length behind, and then curled a left-footed cross into the far post of the penalty area.

Olichi!
The Croatian veteran has one characteristic.

The league is stable, and European competitions are in full swing.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to help Bayern reach the Champions League final twice.

He skillfully maneuvered around Fazio and was about to volley the ball, but Vertonghen noticed him.

"Oh!!!" Tottenham fans erupted in enthusiastic cheers when they saw Vertonghen make a bold clearance, kicking the ball over the crossbar and straight into the stands.

Look at their players; even though they've made mistakes before, they still dare to take responsibility.

It's important to know that if this ball isn't cleared properly, it could very well result in an own goal.

As Wolfsburg prepared to take another corner kick, Qin Ming stealthily slipped into the penalty area.

They were stopped after taking only a few steps.

"It seems that the unexpected result of Wolfsburg's match against Schalke 04 last time has served as a lesson for other teams."

"Vertonghen made no mistake this time, winning a header and clearing the penalty area."

"Hmm, it seems like there's a chance to fight back."

Tottenham successfully found Lamela in midfield with two consecutive header passes.

The Argentine player dribbled the ball and accelerated forward.

He used two consecutive single-car turns to dribble past Gustavo and went to the outside.

It has to be said that Messi's successor is quite capable.

"Pass the ball! Pass the ball!"

Pochettino, usually good-tempered, roared, "There was a perfect opportunity just now to pass the ball to Kane in the middle!"

But Lamela either didn't see it or didn't want to send it.

Now that Harry Kane has been noticed by Naldo, he is no longer left unguarded.

"I'll take over!" Knoch promptly moved to cover the flank.

Although he is 190cm tall, he is a tall and thin center-back, and his strength is his defensive awareness.

Moreover, he often defends against Qin Ming during group training sessions.

When we see Lamela's seemingly cool moves now, her center of gravity isn't actually that deceptive.

Whoosh! In the instant Lamela suddenly changed direction, he stepped forward half a step to the side and blocked the position, easily sending the ball out of bounds.

"Wonderful! Dieter Hecking said in an interview that every Wolfsburg player is improving!"

"Now I think everyone can understand where his confidence comes from when he said that!"

"Whether in defense or offense, Wolfsburg has made great progress compared to before!"

Zhan Jun believes that Wolfsburg does indeed have the strength to compete for the Europa League title.

As possession of the ball changed hands repeatedly, time quietly slipped away.

Wolfsburg, playing away, performed very well, gradually dragging the game into positional play, which is precisely what Tottenham is not good at.

The 32th minute of the game.

Tottenham, who had been expending a lot of energy with their high-pressing tactics, began to tighten their formation.

They need to catch their breath.

In such top-level football matches, no team in the world can maintain a high-pressing style for 90 minutes.

It's the same whether it's Klopp's Dortmund or Pochettino's Tottenham.

But shrinking the formation means expanding the space, and after De Bruyne made the gesture, the Wolfsburg players pressed forward like sharks smelling blood.

Don't give them too much space!

Vertonghen roared.

Everyone knows that De Bruyne can find openings and make plays, while Qin Ming is an expert at breaking through in tight spaces.

Therefore, simply reducing the space can make the two people feel restricted.

The camera suddenly panned to the stands, where an elderly man in a gray suit with a full head of silver hair came into view of the fans.

Wenger?

He had just visited White Hart Lane not long ago, but he sat on the coach's bench.

Why are you here again today?

Could it be true, as the media claims, that he has his eye on Qin Ming of Wolfsburg?

"Have the opportunity."

As Wenger watched that agile figure, he couldn't help but think of Bergkamp, ​​another player who played beautifully.

The only difference is that their beauty is different.

Bergkamp pursued perfection, and he never made the slightest mistake in any touch, control, pass, or shot.

He gets unhappy when he doesn't do things perfectly.

This is a quality that high-level competitors must possess.

Qin Ming seems to pursue a kind of unrestrained beauty; he seems to be using imaginative techniques to interpret his love for football.

Wenger's eyes were filled with reminiscence.

At that time, he transformed Bergkamp from a shadow striker into an organizational core, a true number 10 in football.

So, can I do the same?
Whoosh! Wenger's thoughts were interrupted by the exclamation, and he quickly looked up at the green field.

Qin Ming received a pass from De Bruyne and faced off against Kyle Walker on the left side of the penalty area.

White Hart Lane Stadium.

As the London night breeze blew, Qin Ming suddenly moved.

His feet were shaking rapidly, as if by magic.

Feigned move, false call!
Kyle Walker inwardly groaned, forcibly suppressing the urge to steal the ball.

But how can someone who can't even control their lower body resist kicking?

*Thwack!* Without a second thought, Qin Ming pushed the ball, sending it hurtling towards the baseline with a fritter-like motion. But that alone certainly wouldn't be enough.

Qin Ming glanced coldly at Kyle Walker who was chasing back, then crossed his right foot behind his left leg, pretending to pass the ball!

Flower arrangement foot?!

Kyle Walker instinctively lunged forward to block again.

Snap! But the expected pass didn't happen; instead, a fancy footwork control of the ball occurred!
Tottenham fans near the goal line were on the verge of collapse.

What exactly is real and what is fake?
They can't tell the difference!

But even more devastated than them was Kyle Walker, whose mind was now a complete mess.

There was no way to think.

When he finally regained his balance and tried to steal the ball again, he saw Qin Ming perform a V-shaped pull.

Pochettino didn't even notice when the water bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

Wenger instinctively reached for his waist, but there was no zipper on his suit jacket.

Dieter Black Gold stared in disbelief.

Everyone present was filled with shock, just like them.

How can anyone play football like that?

I'm going to pass by you!
Qin Ming was filled with excitement, but his movements did not falter in the slightest.

After using a V-shaped dribble to get past Kyle Walker, he dribbled along the baseline towards the goal while also looking up to observe the situation.

Lloris blocked the near post.

No chance!
Then send it!
Qin Ming pretended to shoot towards the near corner, but actually lobbed the ball to the middle!
No look, pass!

He's still lying!

Tottenham fans felt like they couldn't breathe, as if they were drowning.

But time didn't stop there. The ball was lobbed towards the edge of the six-yard box, and this time Olic didn't miss, getting a shot off before Vertonghen could react.

Bang! The close-range shot breached White Hart Lane like a cannonball.

0-1! ! !

"The goal went in!"

"incredible!"

"Qin Ming! His imagination and creativity seem to be endless; he always manages to do things that people never expect!"

"A fancy footwork control followed by a V-shaped pull-back. How did he even come up with that?"

"Or is it that his talent, bestowed upon him by heaven, made this kind of operation instinctive?!"

"After watching this goal, all I can say is that he's showcasing his passion for football with his effortless technique!"

Zhan Jun could no longer control his emotions.

Don't blame him.

Anyone who saw that goal could no longer remain calm.

They were all replaying it frantically in their minds.

Perhaps decades from now, they will still remember that goal, and that agile figure.

Olic did not celebrate after scoring, but Qin Ming took off running.

The camera zooms in for a close-up.

Qin Ming's carefree smile conveyed the joy of football.

Even as children, they would show such smiles when they made a brilliant breakthrough.

How can you not like a player like that?

Even some Tottenham fans applauded.

"VFL!"

"VFL!"

The away stands seemed to boil over, creating a wave of green and white.

The excitement in the hearts of Wolfsburg fans was released in cheers.

They no longer cared about the goal; they only cared about Qin Ming's breakthrough.

Their genius was like a dance, using countless feints to make Kyle Walker the background.

This kind of beauty is unforgettable.

Two pretty girls jumped and danced, cheering hysterically along with the Wolfsburg fans.

"Look! No one in the world can stop Qin, he is the god on the football field!"

"Can you imagine him achieving a breakthrough in this way!?"

"No! No one could have predicted it; he's always so unpredictable!"

Bright became more and more excited as he spoke, his hair damp with sweat and clinging to his fair neck.

That's the kind of football that's captivating.

It's true! She's watched so many games over the years and has never liked a single player.

But now she knows she will be a Qin Ming fan for life.

"Yes! It's so hard to believe!"

Mitchell was also impressed by him.

She looked at De Bruyne in the distance, and Tintin seemed to be shocked as well, standing there with his mouth slightly open.

Dieter Blackgold pumped his fist in a frenzy in front of the coach's bench.

Surprise!

Geniuses can always unexpectedly produce astonishing football results.

He didn't believe this statement before, but now he has no choice but to.

"An away goal! Tottenham now need to score three goals to come back from behind!"

Assistant coach Thorn Lockhoff hugged Dietrich tightly.

"This is what you're interested in?"

Dieter Black felt his teaching assistant might be blind.

On the other side, Pochettino felt the dampness on his trouser leg and realized that the water bottle had slipped from his hand.

"The management is still questioning whether he can adapt to the Premier League? That's the stupidest question in the world!"

He squeezed the water bottle flat with force.

He knew that Xia Chuang, who would be waiting four months later, would absolutely go crazy because of this child.

Who can get him?
Pochettino has given up hope because Levy can't offer much money.

In the away stands, Olic finally caught up and frantically patted Qin Ming on the back, "Damn it! You've made me want to retire!"

It was astonishing to see Qin Ming, who was still a minor, deliver an assist in this way.

I was happy but also filled with sighs.

How can the differences between people be so great?

"A perfect performance! Qin, did you take performance-enhancing drugs today?"

Perisic was equally shocked.

"I've told you many times that I was able to achieve this breakthrough entirely through hard work and talent!"

Qin Ming tossed his black hair and said arrogantly.

"Let this kid put on an act."

Perisic put his arm around Qin Ming's neck and said with great regret, "But it was really beautiful. If you had scored, I think it could have won the Puskás Award this year, but unfortunately it was just an assist."

"It's okay! I scored an even more spectacular goal in the Asian Cup!"

As soon as Qin Ming finished speaking, his teammates surrounded him and messed up his newly styled hair.

"You're getting more and more annoying!"

The Wolfsburg players returned to their own half in a noisy commotion.

"Kevin! See Mitchell and Bright? You'd better give them a push later!"

Qin Ming used the "love-fueled chicken blood therapy" on Ding Ding.

"Yes!" De Bruyne was proud to the core, and seeing his friend perform so well, he naturally didn't want to fall behind.

Not far away, Kyle Walker's gaze was slightly dazed, as if he had rewarded himself ten times.

How could he be allowed to live like this?
He'll probably become a laughingstock in the Premier League before the game even ends.

"Kyle, don't blame yourself too much, it's really not your fault."

Paulinho comforted him.

Who can blame Kyle Walker for this situation?

It's simply because Qin Ming is too fierce.

"Keep going! Keep going! We still have a chance! We have plenty of time!"

Harry Kane was not willing to admit defeat easily.

He also wants to win the Europa League title.

(End of this chapter)