Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 131 The absolute trust of Wolfsburg's twin stars! A brilliant lob assist, a perfect finish!

"He bursts into the penalty area and faces Benaglio one-on-one!"

"Take a shot!"

"Beautiful! That's it! Napoli equalizes in the 36th minute!"

"One to one!"

"The goal was scored by Higuain!"

"Napoli's counter-attacks are too sharp. Their passes are decisive and swift!"

"This makes it very difficult for Wolfsburg to build an effective defensive line during transitions between attack and defense!"

As a professional football commentator, Zhan Jun will not show favoritism based on personal emotions.

He would praise Napoli if they played well.

On the pitch, Higuain waved his arms toward the stands, signaling for the fans to be louder.

His face was also filled with excitement.

Since arriving in Naples, his Argentinian identity, position, and style have led people to compare him to Maradona.

This allowed him to enjoy the adoration of fans while also wanting to bring a championship to the team.

The Europa League is a great choice!

Because they are unlikely to win the Champions League, but they definitely have a chance in the Europa League.

Moreover, Maradona once led Napoli to win the Europa League title.

He wanted to replicate his idol's behavior.

The Napoli bench also celebrated, with Benitez smiling and stroking his beard.

Because he doesn't have much hair, he cherishes his beard and grooms it every few days.

"The scales of victory are slowly tipping; their attempt to break through the defenses with individual skill is ultimately an unstable act."

"But our counter-attacking strategy has become a system."

Benitez believes he has the advantage.

On the other side, Dieter Black Gold glanced at Benitez and remembered a more widely circulated meme.

What would happen if you locked Benitez and Kardashian up for one night?
Kim Kardashian would understand what offside means.

"Truly a master of tactics."

Dieter Black Gold thought to himself.

On the field, Vieirinha rubbed his thigh and said apologetically, "I didn't expect him to pass with the outside of his foot. I should have stretched out my foot to block it earlier."

"fine."

Gustavo patted him on the shoulder.

Every team has weaknesses; this is unavoidable, given that everyone has different abilities.

But how to use strengths to make up for weaknesses is a skill in itself.

Dietrich has done a good job in this regard, but it still can't completely solve the problem.

The Wolfsburg players understood.

"Just like playing against Bayer Leverkusen, if they can score, we can score too! We just need to score more than them!"

Qin Ming was really into it.

He hasn't scored three goals in a single game since his hat-trick against Bayer Leverkusen.

Greedy!

Now that he's finally met an opponent he can play an attacking game against, he naturally wants to indulge in scoring goals.

"come on! Come on!"

Perisic also really wanted to score.

After the two teams tied 1-1, the intensity of the match increased dramatically.

When Napoli tried to repeat their tactic and open up the game again from the flank, Maranda made timely backup from the side and dispossessed Mertens.

"Pass the ball to me!"

De Bruyne retreated a few meters.

Maranda didn't hesitate upon hearing this and passed the ball diagonally.

"Surround him!" Hamsik called to his teammates upon seeing this, and charged forward first, bracing himself against his mohawk.

Benitez's tactical design for them was to subtly surround De Bruyne in both attack and defense.

The goal was to sever Wolfsburg's organizational hub.

"Qin!" But if De Bruyne were so easy to contain, he wouldn't be the European assist king. His extremely keen sense of space allowed him to find the passing route and successfully pass the ball out.

Snap! The football, like a precise and sharp scalpel, sliced ​​through Napoli's defense along the grass.

At this moment, Qin Ming had gained two body lengths over Macho and cut behind David Lopez.

Just in time to catch the ball.

The chemistry between the two players thrilled Wolfsburg fans.

"David Lopez in the back, Maggio on the side, Albiol in front."

Qin Ming memorized the positions of several defensive players.

We must take the initiative.

His body moved faster than his thoughts, dribbling the ball towards the penalty area.

"Watch out for his dribbling!"

Maggio's heart tightened instantly, and he quickly reminded Albiol.

He himself accelerated and lunged towards Qin Ming.

It's hard to break through the encirclement of three people, so why not try a kick here?

Fortunately, his [Precise Shot] skill has improved.

After adjusting his posture with small, quick steps, he swung his right leg up and brought it down hard, striking the middle of the soccer ball.

Bang! A dull thud rang out as the ball was struck.

He unleashed a high-quality shot towards the right side of the goal!

However, the ball wasn't particularly fast, and Andujar saved it over the crossbar.

"Oh, what a pity!"

"If that shot had been just a fraction off target, Andujar wouldn't have been able to save it!"

"However, I remember that Qin Ming rarely took long-range shots before. He mostly used curling shots from the left side of the penalty area or quick shots inside the penalty area!"

"It seems he's making progress quietly again!"

Zhan Jun exclaimed in admiration.

On the field, Andujar broke out in a cold sweat and yelled at his teammates, "Don't let him shoot so easily again! Next time, head the ball up and block it!"

As the person involved, he knew that the shot was actually quite good; if he hadn't maintained a high level of concentration, it's very likely that even if he had made the save, it would have bounced into the goal.

"Okay!" Albiol glanced at Qin Ming, who was still annoyed, and felt a headache coming on.

Why are you so difficult to deal with!

"My God! Qin, how come I've noticed that every time you practice something, you can use it in the competition so soon after!"

Perisic exclaimed in shock.

"I've said it before, I'm a genius!"

Qin Ming tossed his black hair, full of fighting spirit, and said, "Kevin, you take the corner kick, let's continue the attack!"

Human emotions are contagious.

Although Qin Ming didn't do anything, the smile on his face and the fighting spirit he exuded really motivated the Wolfsburg team.

But this made things difficult for the Napoli players.

They found that even when they scored, they were still under pressure from Wolfsburg and couldn't launch counter-attacks.

Because De Bruyne reduced the frequency of risky passes, they couldn't easily take the ball away from Qin Ming when he had it.

The 42th minute of the game.

Wolfsburg's overall formation shifted to the right, with De Bruyne moving to the wing to coordinate with Persic in preparation for an attack.

Suddenly.

De Bruyne saw Qin Ming standing at the top of the arc, which was his usual spot.

There were at least four defensive players surrounding him.

Can we pass the ball?

His inexplicable trust led him to take a huge risk by making a direct pass.

"They're here!" Qin Ming stared intently at the football, having already observed the surrounding environment beforehand.

How to deal with it?

There's no chance of success on the ground; we need to start from three-dimensional space.

He seemed to recall the time he practiced hitting the ball using a rebound net. That familiarity roused him to action.

When you stop the ball with your left foot, flick it into the air, then calmly stretch your body and flick your right heel forward!
"Bass!" His voice and the football traveled forward together.

Doster and Qin Ming have been partners for so long and have developed a great deal of tacit understanding.

He made a forward run just as Qin Ming was about to stop the ball.

This is the same unconditional trust placed in him as in De Bruyne.

As for whether the ball can get past?

This was not within Buster's considerations; he only knew that if he didn't move forward, he might miss a golden opportunity.

At that moment, his trust was rewarded. As his foot swept past Napoli's defense, he unleashed a powerful volley with his right foot.

Bang! The football, like a cannonball, whistled towards the goal.

Andujar didn't even have time to react.

2-1! ! !

"Pretty!"

"A brilliant, unrestrained lob assist – a truly perfect execution!"

"I think Qin Ming had everything planned out before receiving the ball, otherwise it would have been impossible for him to stop the ball with his left foot in mid-air and then chip it to Buster in the penalty area with his right foot!"

"I really want to pry open his brain and see what's inside!"

Zhan Jun was completely bewildered.

Even after watching Qin Ming's highlights countless times, he still couldn't believe that Qin Ming could pass the ball out in this way while being surrounded by four players.

"Qin Ming's philosophy on football transcends ordinary understanding, reaching a three-dimensional level of football and physical contact, just like Ronaldinho in the past."

Zhang Lu gave an accurate analysis: "Look at his mastery of the movements, so precise and clean. What is that feeling like? Hmm, it's like making the football turn into a fairy and dance on his feet."

The Volkswagen Stadium erupted in a roaring, boiling atmosphere.

A sea of ​​green and white people surged wildly as Wolfsburg fans cheered excitedly, savoring the beautiful goal.

Look at their twin stars.

They not only have excellent teamwork, but also very different characteristics.

One is extremely calm, the other extremely dazzling; the chemistry between them can create astonishing scenes.

If they could, they would like to keep watching.

"Buzz! Kevin! Come here, let's dance!"

Qin Ming dragged the two to the corner flag area and started dancing the classic Jumpstyle.

This time, De Bruyne's body wasn't as stiff as before.

"Kevin! No matter how small the gap is, you always manage to pass the ball over!"

After the jump, Qin Ming gave De Bruyne a high five.

"Of course!"

Having spent a lot of time with Qin Ming, De Bruyne has shed some of his former shyness and is now quite proud.

"Haha! Your through ball combined with my lobbed pass completely stunned them!"

Qin Ming laughed and said, "We are the perfect partners!"

"And I!"

The bald Dutchman had one arm around each person.

Soon, the other teammates gathered around, and the group swaggered back.

"Oh yeah!"

Thorn-Lockhoff pumped his fist on the sidelines, then looked at Dieter Hecking and said, "Boss, did you see Qin's handling of the situation just now? He's beyond comprehension, it was perfect!"

Listening to his assistant coach's incoherent words, Dieter Hecking nodded in agreement.

He didn't expect it either.

From last September until now, Qin Ming has been giving him surprises.

But surprises are like Doraemon's pocket—they can never be exhausted.

"Kevin's through ball was also very impressive, which is why they are considered a good match because their skills complement each other."

Dieter Black Gold remarked.

the other side.

Benitez remained calm; having experienced the Miracle of Istanbul, he possessed a strong heart.

Moreover, conceding a goal to Wolfsburg was within his expectations.

However, the Napoli players were a bit flustered; conceding a goal wasn't a big deal.

But the problem is that this process is too...
"Let's stabilize first and then talk about it at halftime."

Albiol interrupted everyone's random thoughts, took a deep breath, and looked at Qin Ming in the distance.

He joined Valencia in 2004 and became the defensive core in three years, but in a league match against Barcelona, ​​he was so badly beaten by Ronaldinho that he couldn't even touch the ball.

At that time, he felt God's favoritism.

Now, 10 years later, he has gone from Valencia to Real Madrid, and now to Napoli.

I experienced the same feeling again.

"How can there be someone who looks so much like them?"

Albiol was internally frustrated. As a defender, he would rather face a physically strong striker than someone like Ronaldinho.

Not being able to touch the ball is incredibly frustrating for a defender, and he can never keep up with the opponent's thinking.

Just like how Qin Ming handled it.

He thought Qin Ming had made a mistake in controlling the ball, but it turned out to be exactly what Qin Ming had predicted.

"Wolfsburg are pressing their advantage; are they planning to score another one in the remaining time of the first half?"

"De Bruyne receives the ball. Whoa, Inler seems unable to stop him, commits a tactical foul and receives a yellow card from the referee!"

"Now Napoli seems to have realized that De Bruyne is even more important as the pivot; without him, the ball can't be passed to his teammates in the attacking third!"

"Let's take a look at Wolfsburg's free kicks in the attacking third!"

De Bruyne held up three fingers, indicating he wanted to attack from the left side of the penalty area.

Qin Ming and Rodriguez were lying in wait. When De Bruyne passed the ball to them, Qin Ming suddenly retreated to the left and the latter headed the ball across.

"Don't let him kick!"

Seeing Qin Ming receive the ball on the left side of the penalty area, Andujar exclaimed in alarm to alert his teammates.

This is a classic finesse shot position.

Albiol had already taken action, and he was also careful not to hand over all his focus.

really!

He saw Qin Ming feign an attack but actually fire.

Bang! The football was blocked a second time, making Qin Ming feel like he had been seen through.

"No wonder he played for Real Madrid and won the La Liga title."

Qin Ming glanced at Albiol again.

"Next time, try shooting directly without too much feinting; it might be more effective."

He muttered to himself as he retreated to defend.

Recently, perhaps he has fallen into an offensive trap, always trying to get past the defenders.

But in reality, scoring goals is the most important thing in a football match.

Sometimes, even a second's hesitation can cause you to miss a golden opportunity.

The ability to judge when to do something is what sets players apart, and Qin Ming feels he still needs to learn more about this.

The camera pans forward rapidly.

After a series of passes, the ball was finally received by Hamsik.

He deliberately waited in the same spot for a moment.

*Thud!* A long, overhead pass sent the ball into Wolfsburg's backcourt, and Higuain sprinted forward.

But Naldo had anticipated his forward run and positioned himself to head the ball to Benaglio.

The final offensives of both teams failed to achieve their goals.

The first half ended with the final whistle.

Beep!
"First half ends! The score is 2-1!"

"For Wolfsburg, De Bruyne and Dost scored, and Qin Ming provided two assists!"

"Higuain scored for Napoli!"

"The first 45 minutes showed that both teams are very strong and have a wealth of tactical options!"

"I believe the second half will be even more exciting!"

(End of this chapter)