Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 116 Teamwork! The Equalizing Goal! Wenger's Determination!
"In the 88th minute of the match, Tottenham executed a team move, passing the ball to Townsend on the wing!"

"This player has a very interesting statistic!"

"The player who created the most chances in the Premier League, 23, but didn't get a single assist!"

"This is enough to demonstrate his technical strengths!"

"Having gotten past Perisic, he's going to continue his attack on Tresch?"

At White Hart Lane, Townsend is different from Lamela; he is more of a team player.

After crashing into Harry Kane who came to meet him, he delivered a looping pass to the far end of the Wolfsburg penalty area.

Lamela overtook Klose thanks to his speed.

Slide shot!

Tottenham fans couldn't help but stand up, ready to celebrate the goal.

Bang! Benaglio, standing in front of the goal, kicked off with a powerful leap, his green and white gloves blocking the ball.

"The ball has been saved!"

"Benaglio has done a great job, but the danger is not over yet!"

"Whose is the two dots?"

Gustavo, sporting an afro, powerfully shoved Stambouli aside and headed the ball to the side.

De Bruyne made several stops and starts to advance.

"VFL!!!" The shouts of the Wolfsburg fans seemed to become a clarion call for a counterattack.

A torrent of green and white water surged irresistibly through White Hart Lane.

"Stop him!" Pochettino had a bad feeling and shouted at the Tottenham players.

Even without the coach's reminder, Eriksen knew to immediately lunge at De Bruyne, ready to foul him.

Snap! De Bruyne never hesitates when playing, immediately passing the ball to the left wing.

Rodriguez!
The speed that the Swiss Army knife unleashed at that moment was almost the same as that of Kyle Walker.

in a blink.

Wolfsburg advanced past the 30-meter line.

Rodriguez suddenly stopped and passed the ball across to De Bruyne.

Wolfsburg's organizational core has remained unchanged.

At this moment, De Bruyne's retina clearly recorded the figures of all his teammates in front of him.

The most promising passing route came to mind.

Thud! With a beautiful parabola, the football fell towards Rodriguez, who was making a forward run.

The latter, carrying Kyle Walker, quickly moved forward and suddenly delivered a horizontal pass!

At the same time, several Tottenham players raised their hands to indicate offside.

However, the linesman did not raise his flag, and the game continued.

More than 30,000 fans at White Hart Lane held their breath.

They stared intently at the bald Dutchman, wondering what he would do next.
There's no need to guess.

It's definitely a shot.

"Bass!!!"

But watching the football fall towards him, and hearing the familiar shouts behind him.

Dost had a flash of inspiration.

Who says target men can't be creative? They can make amazing plays too.

To Vertonghen's astonishment, he backheeled the ball with his right foot, stunning all the fans in the stadium.

Well done!

Upon seeing this, Qin Ming quickened his pace and sprinted towards the football.

Behind him was Stanbury, who was hot on his heels.

But it didn't work.

Can't catch up.

Qin Ming stared intently at the goal, made a slight adjustment, and then swung his right foot!
Bang! With a dull thud, the Tottenham players' hearts skipped a beat, and they looked up, their faces ashen.

The football transformed into a black shadow, soaring straight into the top right corner of the goal!

Lloris, who has made several incredible saves, stretched his body to the limit, but this time he didn't touch the ball.

At this moment, he hoped that Lady Luck would smile upon him once more, allowing him to hear the pleasant sound of the football hitting the crossbar again.

Swish! But what he heard was the screeching sound of the soccer ball hitting the net.

This is the sound that goalkeepers fear most.

Because it represents a goal being breached, and the score being changed.

2-2! ! !

"It's over!" Lori collapsed to the ground in despair, his heart filled with indescribable bitterness.

He knew that all of Tottenham's hopes would vanish with that goal.

The decibel level at White Hart Lane dropped sharply for several seconds before being replaced by cheers from Wolfsburg fans.

"The goal went in!"

"Jueping!"

"Qin Ming has breached Tottenham's goal, making the aggregate score 4-3!"

Wolfsburg still has two away goals!

"This means that even if Tottenham scores again, they can still advance to the next round!"

"Looking at the whole process of this goal, Qin Ming didn't make any continuous breakthroughs, nor did he have any particularly amazing performance!"

"But don't you think it's even more beautiful?"

"Because every Wolfsburg player played an indispensable role in this attack!"

"As Shakespeare's Hamlet said: Even the humblest character can shine brightly at the right moment!"

"This is what teamwork is all about!"

In the broadcast room, Zhan Jun's hands were trembling with excitement; he was truly experiencing the charm of football.

The camera pans to the away stands.

"Tor!!!" The frenzied Wolfsburg fans raised their hands and roared hysterically.

This goal allowed them to completely release their pent-up emotions.

Forget about being ladylike, Bright jumped up and cheered excitedly.

Why does she like football?
This is the reason.

Moreover, seeing Qin Ming score the winning goal made her feel proud.

Mitchell looked at the fervent Brett and thought to himself that a good man can make many women fall in love with him.

I was immediately drawn to De Bruyne and remained a fan for three years without much fanfare.

If Caroline hadn't failed to cherish it...

How could it possibly be her turn?

"Mitchell, we're going to win! Two away goals, unless Tottenham turn into Manchester United and score two goals in the last few minutes!"

"But I don't think such a miracle will happen!"

Bright hugged Mitchell, overjoyed.

"I know, I know!"

Mitchell said helplessly, "I think you should start thinking about what gift to give Qin now."

"This is indeed a very difficult question to think about!"

Bright rested his chin on his hand in confusion.

Like the Wolfsburg fans, both players felt the outcome of the match was already decided.

Courtside.

"Boss, we're going to win! We're going to win!"

Thorn-Lockhoff appeared to be insane.

He had previously thought there was no hope because he was likely to lose in overtime, but in an instant he went from hell to heaven, and the emotion was indescribable.

"The game isn't over yet, so don't rush to celebrate."

Dieter Black Gold took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed his brow with his rough fingers.

This competition looks so exciting.

He then expressed some sentiments.

What kind of team did he want in the first place: a strong, luxurious, disciplined, or well-coordinated team?
That's probably not the case.

Unity is key; as a veteran coach, he values ​​teamwork and that indomitable spirit.

Looking back now, I realize I'm not far from building that kind of team.

Whether it's the fierce competition on the field or the sweat pouring down on the training ground.

Everyone at Wolfsburg is working tirelessly towards a common goal.
They were like the brightest stars in the night sky, forming a dazzling galaxy. On the pitch, the Tottenham players looked like wilted eggplants, dejected and listless.

Lorry kicked the goalpost a few times, venting his frustration. "Damn it! Damn it! How could they have advanced to the goal? How could they have passed the ball!?"

The other team members remained silent.

Is there any point in separating the pots now?
Kyle Walker felt his strength drained away, as if he had fought with the woman all night, and a sense of emptiness permeated his body.

He knew that these two matches would forever etch him into the annals of shame.

In contrast to the Tottenham players' sullenness, the Wolfsburg players lost their minds and frantically rushed towards Qin Ming at the corner flag.

There, Qin Ming raised his hands toward the away stands, as if accepting the worship of the fans.

Even though he was standing at the very bottom of the court, he felt like he had conquered White Hart Lane.

This feeling fascinated him.

Qin Ming looked up at the blinding spotlight, and a thought popped into his head: he wanted to conquer stadium after stadium.

Until I climbed to the top of the mountain in these muddy shoes.

"Qin! How was my pass just now? Did it have as much flair as yours?"

The bald Dutchman gave Qin Ming a bear hug and lifted him up.

“Bass, let me tell you a Chinese idiom: ‘to look at someone with new eyes.’ Today you have made me look at someone with new eyes.”

Qin Ming genuinely didn't expect Dost to make such a pass.

He wouldn't even make a forward run in that situation if he didn't have absolute trust in his teammates.

"Haha! Let me tell you an idiom: 'One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black!' I learned this before!"

Dost laughed heartily after being praised.

"Guys, even if we only have 10 men, we can still do it!"

"As long as we don't give up!"

"Go for it and win!!"

Therese waved and shouted.

"Captain, there aren't just 10 of us, there are 12 of us, and they're all with us!"

Qin Ming corrected him.

"Haha, yes, it's 12 people!"

Tresch laughed.

In the players' tunnel, Knoch heard cheers but didn't know who had scored, so he could only peek out.

When the green and white waves of the stands appeared, he suddenly understood everything.

He also recalled Qin Ming's resolute words.

Some people are impossible to judge by their age. For example, Qin Ming is only 17 years old, but he has a tenacity that others don't have.

"It's a real treat to play for Wolfsburg."

Knoch listened intently to the sounds outside, wanting to rush out and thank his teammates as soon as the match ended.

"Regular time has ended, and the referee has added four minutes of stoppage time!"

"Tottenham used their last substitution, Soldado replacing Lamela. Pochettino must intensify the attack to fight for that slim hope!"

"Kyle Walker tried to break through, but Qin Ming aggressively contested the move!"

"Wow! Without his speed advantage, Kyle Walker is like a toothless tiger, easily dispossessed by Qin Ming!"

"Throw the ball out of bounds to Soldado!"

"Gustavo blew the ball and his opponent down, then kicked it back into Tottenham's half!"

Tottenham's attack is becoming increasingly ineffective.

Even with their numerical advantage, they were unable to advance into the danger zone.

The camera then shifted to the stands, where Wenger sat in a suit, exuding an air of elegance.

He fell into deep thought again.

Seeing the united Wolfsburg team, he knew that one player's ability was limited.

Even if Qin Ming is brought back to the Emirates Stadium.

If Arsenal's core issues remain unchanged, it will only be a temporary fix, not a fundamental solution.

They can no longer just pursue beauty.

Instead, beauty needs to be built on resilience, perseverance, and unity.

For example.

In his meticulously crafted symphonies, every note should be of paramount importance.

That unparalleled cohesion is the right path for Arsenal to reach the top.

"A symphony is divided into a main melody, a secondary melody, a counterpoint melody, and an accompaniment melody."

"The main melody is the core of the whole piece. It can give people a sense of guidance on the theme or emotion, making the whole piece more layered and complete."

"."

Wenger recalled his favorite piece of music—Symphony No. 5 in C minor.

The sound of the flute is its main melody.

What will be Arsenal's main theme in the future?
Beep-beep-beep!
Two short and one long whistle echoed through White Hart Lane.

Wenger gave the young man on the field a long look, then got up and left the stands with the crowd.

Qin Ming seemed to sense something and looked up, only to see a blurry figure from behind.

He saw a hint of sadness in that figure's back.

How could it not be tragic?
He dedicated his entire life to Arsenal, but at the age of 65, he became the Gunners' adversary.

Ah.

Qin Ming looked away without giving it much thought and celebrated the victory with his teammates.

We've advanced to the Europa League Round of 16!

"More than advancing, I think these two matches will stay with me for the rest of my life!"

"You're right!"

The Wolfsburg players jumped and cheered, fighting for more than 90 minutes, and finally got a good result.

"I'm here!" Knoch rushed over and hugged his teammate, both showing signs of being overjoyed and about to cry.

"I'm going to eat barbecue and drink beer tomorrow!"

Qin Ming was also exhausted and needed to treat himself well.

When he saw Harry Kane sitting dejectedly on the ground, he thought for a moment before taking off his jersey, walking over and asking softly, "Harry, would you like to exchange jerseys?"

"Oh, okay!"

Harry Kane quickly took off his jersey and handed it over.

He didn't expect that Qin Ming, who was 5 years younger than him, could deliver such a phenomenal performance without showing any arrogance.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this mentality that they have achieved what they have today?
“Harry, we’ll probably run into each other a lot in the future, and I’m looking forward to our next encounter.”

Qin Ming took the Tottenham number 18 jersey, draped it over his shoulders, and looked at the other player.

Let's review Harry Kane's past experiences.

He was born in Chingford, northeast London, very close to White Hart Lane, and Sheringham was his childhood idol.

But as a Tottenham fan, he joined Arsenal's youth academy, and a year later moved to the youth academies of Leggway Rangers and Watford.

He entered Tottenham's youth academy at the age of 11.

He went on four loan spells over 10 years before finally choosing Tottenham.

For him, loyalty is also a kind of power, a belief in his heart.

Qin Ming didn't understand, but he respected and even admired him a little.

"after."

Harry Kane didn't ask the question aloud; he thought of the club's rumors that Pochettino wanted to sign Qin Ming.

Don't know if it's true or not.

But he really wanted to be teammates with Qin Ming, or rather, any striker in the world would want to partner with someone like Qin Ming.

"Hopefully the club can step up its game."

Harry Kane prayed sincerely.

After exchanging jerseys, Qin Ming was called over by Dieter Hecking and told to get ready for the post-match press conference.

Fifteen minutes later in the meeting room.

Click, click, click!
The spotlights were flashing wildly, capturing Qin Ming's face.

"Goals? Our current goal is to play well in every game, but of course, we have different goals for different competitions!"

"Anything you want to say? I enjoy playing football in Wolfsburg. Even if we're temporarily behind, we'll fight back with all our might. We're very confident that we can compete with any team!"

"My self-assessment? I played brilliantly!"

(End of this chapter)