Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 128: A Change of Rhythm, Dodges and Weaves! A Spiritual Dance Tames the Football! A Beautiful Victory!

The 26th minute of the game.

De Bruyne found an opportunity and sent a diagonal pass. Qin Ming received the ball on the left edge of the penalty area and faced off one-on-one with Höwedes.

Höwedes has a very good resume.

He once outmaneuvered Hummels to partner with Boateng in central defense, helping the German youth team win the U21 European Championship.

Later, when Neuer transferred to Bayern Munich, he was only 23 years old when he was given the captain's armband.

In January, Transfermarkt's value also reached 1800 million euros.

"Clap! Clap!"

Qin Ming lowered his eyes and locked onto Höwedes's waist and abdomen, observing any changes in the other's center of gravity.

At the same time, he lightly straddled the football with his right foot, his body swaying as if he were dancing on the green field.

"What the hell!"

Höwedes also remembers the first time the two teams met this season last November.

Qin Ming was limited by Di Matteo's tactics, but he still managed to score a stunning goal with a rabona, dazzling the Veltins-Arena.

I didn't expect things to change so much in just five months.
He suppressed the urge to kick, and at what he considered the most opportune moment, he did!

Snapped!
Just as he was about to touch the ball, Qin Ming flicked it again with lightning speed with his left foot, barely dodging Höwedes's tackle.

"Reinforce the defense!"

Höwedes didn't panic; he had already called out to his teammates.

Now that I think about it, the interception should have been completed, right?

But when he turned around, his expression changed drastically.

Qin Ming's sudden pause in rhythm made people think he was about to shoot.

That's what Friedrich, who is 193cm tall, thought.

He instinctively turned his body to the side, trying to block the shot.

But the next second his pupils suddenly shrank.

Qin Ming had no intention of shooting; he simply shifted his weight.

Damn it!

I've been scammed again!

He quickly adjusted his posture, fell to the ground, and placed the shovel down.

"Too late!" Qin Ming seized the brief moment and slammed his right foot into the football.

Bang! The football sliced ​​through the air and headed straight for the far corner, moving so fast that it was almost invisible.

Fellman, standing in front of the door, only managed to catch a wisp of air.

1-0! ! !

"Pretty!"

"The goal went in!"

"In the 27th minute of the match, Wolfsburg attacked from the left. Qin Ming skillfully maneuvered in front of the penalty area, evaded two defenders, and scored!"

"Let's watch the replay. His agile movements and subtle swaying give people a wonderful feeling!"

"Watching him play football is a real treat!"

Even though He Wei has seen Qin Ming score many times, he still gets as excited as the first time.

no way.

He felt that Qin Ming's playing style was similar to that of Ronaldinho in his prime.

Make people want to stop.

Volkswagen Arena.

"A genius performance!"

"He always drives his opponents crazy!"

"Haha, look at those two wobbles, who can stop him!"

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Wolfsburg fans waved hats emblazoned with the Wolfsburg logo, turning the North Stand into a sea of ​​celebration.

Corner flag area.

"You think you can stop us with this?"

Qin Ming raised his hands to bask in the cheers, a confident smile on his lips.

Although they didn't care about Huntelaar's comments before the match, they were still annoyed.

They're preventing us from winning the championship.

They should take a good look at their own abilities. Just because they almost eliminated Real Madrid doesn't mean they can look down on others.

"Slap them in the face hard and shut them up from now on!"

Perisic was also very happy.

"Those two moves were really beautiful, and the transitions between them were perfect."

Even the usually taciturn De Bruyne offered his praise.

"Of course! I rely on talent and hard work!"

Qin Ming walked back with his head held high, like a victorious general.

"Hey, if you ask me, you shouldn't praise him. He always manages to impress you!"

Persic looked at De Bruyne and helplessly shrugged.

His teammates burst into laughter upon hearing this.

On the other side, the Schalke 04 players were a bit confused, especially Friedrich.

He felt as if he had lost his mind in front of Qin Ming.

They only thought about relying on instinct to steal the ball.

But the result was that they were completely outmaneuvered and became the backdrop for a spectacular goal.

"continue!"

Huntelaar's current achievements are undoubtedly due to his strong mental attributes.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to escape the bullying of the Three Musketeers.

"Our counter-attacking strategy isn't without its opportunities; you can pass the ball to me more often later."

Sané echoed this sentiment.

His jealousy of Qin Ming is now beyond words.

Whenever he sees news reports about Qin Ming, what achievements he has made, and how many goals he has scored, he feels a surge of emotion.

He felt uncomfortable.

He thought he could eliminate Real Madrid and take the first step towards becoming a star player.

However, they were just one goal short in the end.

Then look at how lucky Qin Ming is. He hasn't encountered any major setbacks along the way, and he even has a teammate who is the European assist king.

Why don't I have one?
The game quickly resumed.

Schalke 04 stopped defending, because they were the ones trailing.

However, their attacks struggled to break through Wolfsburg's defenses.

"Farfan is trying to break through from midfield, and Qin Ming is moving forward to try and steal the ball?"

"He interfered from the side, Gustavo made a decisive tackle, and Wolfsburg regained possession!"

"Well, although people always say Qin Ming can't defend, under Dieter Blackkin's tutelage, even if he's not good at it, he'll still have a certain level. At least he coordinates well with his teammates!"

Schalke 04 orchestrated several attacks, but they were either intercepted by Wolfsburg's midfield or squandered their chances.

Time passed quietly.

Beep!
The first half has ended, with Wolfsburg leading Schalke 04 1-0.

After returning to the locker room.

"We need to try a defensive counter-attack. We rarely play like this before; we mainly focus on attack."

Dieter Black Gold tapped the tactical board lightly.

Originally, he was used to playing defensively, but as Qin Ming and the other player grew rapidly, Wolfsburg's offensive intensity increased accordingly.

The focus naturally shifted to offense.

Dietrich, anticipating a crucial six-pointer against Bayern Munich, is preparing to revisit his defensive form beforehand.

"Boss, should I move back to my original position?"

Qin Ming asked a question.

"No need. You are the counter-attacking point I've prepared. Just participate in the midfield and forward defense. You don't need to drop too deep. Just be level with their defensive line."

Dieter Black Gold drew a line.

Finally, he looked at Olic and said, "Ivica, you should play like before, keep moving around and disrupt the opponent's passing."

"Ok."

Olić nodded.

In the second half of the season, he played less, and he knew that when the summer transfer window came, it would be time for him to leave.

He doesn't care about ball possession or status anymore.

I just want to play football well and leave no regrets.

“Kevin, we’ve practiced our tactics before. Your accurate passing is crucial during fast breaks.”

Dietrich then looked at De Bruyne.

"do not worry."

De Bruyne spoke calmly, but with an air of confidence.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

The second half of the match began. The scene that would give Di Matteo the biggest headache unfolded: Wolfsburg retreated to their own half to defend.

This means Schalke 04 will have to push forward.

"Hello." Qin Ming walked up to Friedrich, his eyes darting around.

He is observing.

Friedrich was on tenterhooks and dared not go forward to support his teammates, fearing that Qin Ming would disappear from sight.

Just as he was letting his guard down a little.

Wolfsburg captain Tresch intercepted Sané and passed the ball to De Bruyne on the left flank.

With no vision, De Bruyne turned halfway and swung his right foot, lobbing the ball towards Schalke 04's backfield.

"rush!"

Seeing this, Qin Ming lowered his body and sped up, but before he could run two steps, he heard the referee blow his whistle.

"Damn! Offside!"

Qin Ming then noticed the linesman raising his flag.

He thought back carefully and realized that Friedrich had moved forward before De Bruyne passed the ball, which created the offside line.

Qin Ming's expression turned serious.

He had to admit that, due to his recent progress, he had somewhat underestimated the strength of other teams.

But where in the top five leagues can you find weak teams?
This offside trap was a lesson for him.

"Phew!" Qin Ming put away his contempt and turned to look at De Bruyne. "I started a little too fast. I'll be more careful next time."

"Okay." De Bruyne didn't offer any words of comfort.

Given their relationship, there's no need for such formalities.

63nd minute of the second half.

Schalke 04 launched an attack down the wing, and the ball was passed to Sané.

The German prodigy insists on taking control of the ball himself.

After a strong run past Maranda, he reached the byline while holding off Tresch and delivered a cross.

They were looking for Huntelaar.

However, Wolfsburg kept a close watch on him, with Naldo and Knoch working together, one to disrupt and the other to seize opportunities.

Thud! The ball was headed out of the penalty area by Knoch, and Max Meyer on the outside tried to shoot, but Gustavo tackled him away with his butt.

Gustavo noticed Farfan rushing towards him and decisively passed the ball to De Bruyne in front of him.

The latter had observed the ball before receiving it.

Qin Ming's position wasn't great; he was not only stuck on the offside line but also being marked by Höwedes.

A second transfer is required.

De Bruyne spotted Olic's position and signaled for him to move forward to the right.

He himself dribbled the ball forward quickly.

Qin Ming understood his friend's meaning and twisted his waist to accelerate his movement to the left.

"I'll go with him!"

Höwedes called out to his teammates and followed closely behind.

Schalke 04's overall formation retreated.

The offside problem is easily solved.

The rest is quite simple.

De Bruyne evaded Aogo's challenge and passed the ball to Olic on the right.

"Ivica!"

Before Olic could even receive the ball, Qin Ming suddenly changed direction and sprinted towards the edge of the penalty area.

Höwedes quickly followed suit.

However, defensive players are at a natural disadvantage when it comes to positioning.

He started half a second later than Qin Ming, which put Qin Ming at a disadvantage by half a body length.

"Watch out for his shot!"

Höwedes could only call for backup.

However, Olic attracted Matip's attention, and Friedrich also moved closer to the right, leaving the top of the penalty area quite empty.

By the time Friedrich realized what was happening, it was too late.

Bang! Qin Ming met Olic's pass with a powerful flick of the inside of his right foot.

The football, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, traced a fierce arc and pierced towards the Schalke 04 goal.

Bang! ! !

Fellman was overjoyed to hear the sound, but then he heard the whistle and saw the referee pointing to the center circle.

The goal is valid!

2-0! ! !

"Wow!" Qin Ming, standing at the edge of the penalty area, saw it clearly and kicked out a perfect 10-point angle.

The football went into the goal from the 90° junction between the crossbar and the post.

The feeling of turning the sensation in your foot into reality and scoring another goal is amazing.

"My shooting accuracy is getting better and better!"

When Qin Ming celebrated with his teammates, he said without any modesty.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration!"

Olić clicked his tongue. He knew that Qin Ming had probably only been practicing finesse shooting for less than half a year.

But now it looks like he's been practicing for ten years. Does that mean geniuses can't be judged by common sense?

"Qin, I think you can also use this kind of footwork in passing, such as chipping a pass from the flank to the far post of the penalty area."

De Bruyne truly lives up to his midfield role; he's always thinking about passing the ball. "If the curve is wide enough, it's very difficult for defenders to intercept."

"Hmm, that makes a lot of sense. I'll practice it later."

Qin Ming readily accepted good advice.

After the game restarted, the camera focused on the sidelines of the field.

Dieter Black Gold sat calmly, a faint smile on his face, looking confident of victory.

"Boss, Kevin and Qin's partnership is amazing! I don't think there's any other combination in the world that makes me feel the beauty of football better than them!"

Thorn-Lockhoff looked completely absorbed.

"But don't you think Qin has attracted too much attention, while Kevin can only hide behind the scenes?"

"Dieter Black Gold asked casually."

"Boss, that's because you don't understand Kevin. He's like a schemer behind the scenes, enjoying seeing his passes conceded by Qin Ming in a beautiful way!"

"And he always manages to unlock Qin's potential!" Thorn-Lockhoff said, patting his chest.

“You’re right,” Dieter Black Gold nodded with a smile.

After Wolfsburg took a two-goal lead over Schalke 04, they had the game under control.

The 78th minute of the game.

Under pressure from Höwedes and Neustadt, Qin Ming juggled the ball repeatedly with his feet, shoulders, thighs, and forehead, eliciting gasps from the 30,000 fans in attendance.

Just as Höwedes was about to foul, Qin Ming suddenly arched his back while standing still.

Snap! He flicked the ball with his back to the center, and it landed perfectly on De Bruyne.

"Wow! What kind of ball control is that makes him dance like that?"

"Has he somehow tamed the football?!"

"De Bruyne, move to the wing, find Perisic!"

"Cross!"

"Dost scores with a header, Wolfsburg gains another goal, 3-0!"

He Wei watched the replay on the screen and found Qin Ming's spirited and dynamic figure very entertaining.

This is real football!

At the Volkswagen Stadium, Wolfsburg fans gave Qin Ming's performance a warm and enthusiastic round of applause.

"Qin, it's all your fault for playing too well. Even when I score, people only remember you."

Dost was very resentful.

"Bass, are you going to score a goal?"

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows.

"Of course we have to score! One goal is worth ten thousand euros, who wouldn't want that kind of money!"

Dost immediately stopped complaining and started thinking about what to buy with the money.

"Ha ha!"

Qin Ming put his arm around Dost's shoulder and said, "That pass you made against Tottenham, didn't it get remembered by the fans? Don't underestimate yourself! Come on, cheer up!"

"Yes!" The bald Dutchman nodded vigorously.

"Wolves are now three goals ahead and have secured the victory!"

"Di Matteo made several substitutions, but the situation on the field remained unchanged!"

"Look at De Bruyne's shot!"

"No! The referee has blown the whistle; the match is over!"

“德甲联赛第28轮，狼堡3-0击败沙尔克04，在主场拿到了3分！”

"Qin Ming scores twice, and Dost scores a goal!"

(End of this chapter)