Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 137 Closing the Door? A precise shot breaks through Napoli's defense, putting Jorginho under immense pressure!

"Napoli launched a fierce attack at the start of the second half, which has become a habit of Benitez's, to seize the initiative and catch the opponent off guard!"

"But Wolfsburg has suffered similar losses before, so their overall defense is very solid!"

"Insigne receives a pass from Hamsik!"

"Beautiful! Wolfsburg captain Tresch made a crucial tackle; he's very good at dealing with smaller players!"

St. Paul's Stadium.

After Tresch regained possession of the ball, he found himself surrounded.

*Thump!* A decisive long kick forward, at least preventing the ball from being lost in the backfield.

The ball was won by Albiol in midfield.

"Watch out!" Bristol warned repeatedly from the side.

But Dost had already rushed over, and in his panic, Albiol passed the ball to Mesto on the side.

But Albiol soon regretted his decision.

Because Qin Ming was already on high alert, he rushed towards Mesto without hesitation the moment he received the ball.

Thump! Mesto, who was about to raise his foot to catch the ball, felt a force coming from his side, lost his footing, and fell down.

"Great opportunity!" Qin Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately poked the ball away.

He only intended to delay Napoli's counterattack.

Unexpectedly, Mesto fell to the ground. Isn't this handing the opportunity to us?
"foul!"

The Napoli players immediately raised their hands.

However, the referee crossed his arms, indicating that the collision was legitimate, and the game continued.

Qin Ming completely ignored the Napoli players.

For him, as long as the whistle doesn't blow, he won't stop.

*Thud!* He quickened his pace, carrying the ball towards the edge of the penalty area.

"Stop him!" David Lopez roared hoarsely, then gritted his teeth and chased after him frantically.

Britos and Ghulam, who were ahead of him, were also ready.

The hearts of the 50,000 fans at the stadium felt like they were being squeezed by a giant hand, even though they felt that under such circumstances, it would be difficult for Wolfsburg's number 13 to break through the encirclement and threaten the goal.

But facts have proven countless times that he can always turn the impossible into the possible.

"We must take the initiative!"

Qin Ming saw Britos and Ghoulam trying to close the goal, with David Lopez chasing behind them. He silently told himself to speed up his dribbling again.

Moreover, his route of attack was very deliberate.

He was positioned in front of David Lopez, between Britos and Ghulam.

"close the door!"

Britos seized the opportunity to move sideways, forming an iron gate with Ghulam, intending to shut Qin Ming out.

Qin Ming knew that forcing his way through wouldn't work, so he adjusted his pace half a second in advance.

He taut his waist and abdomen like a bowstring, swung his right leg up and then slammed it down, his instep striking the middle of the soccer ball hard.

Bang! Britos's vision blurred, he only saw a blurry figure, and then he heard the sound of wind in his ear.

Shoot from here?
Immediately, he realized that as he retreated, both sides had entered the restricted area.

Done!

Whoosh! The football flew into the goal from the left side, as if it had created a white splash.

Andújar made only symbolic saves in front of the goal.

1-2! ! !

"The goal went in!"

"Pretty!"

Zhan Jun clenched his fist and commented, "Wolves intercepted the ball in the attacking third and immediately launched a counter-attack. Qin Ming, surrounded by three defenders, found a shooting opportunity and scored!"

"Look at his choice of dribbling routes; it may not be the most perfect, but it's definitely very clear!"

"We can't let David Lopez catch up, and we can't let Britos and the other guy shut out!"

"That final shot was also of very high quality!"

"The aggregate score is now 5-3. If Napoli wants to turn the tide, they need to score three goals!"

"This is extremely difficult for them!"

St. Paul's Stadium.

Qin Ming is hugging and high-fiving his teammates; this goal is of extraordinary significance.

Because it means Wolfsburg has one foot in the Europa League semi-finals.

Moreover, this will make Napoli play more cautiously and avoid conceding goals again due to mistakes in their own half.

"Even if Maradona were on the other side, I still think we could win!"

The Dutch bald man is bursting with confidence.

"Buss, you can't say things like that, the game isn't over yet!"

Tresch reprimanded him with a stern face.

You can't let your guard down at times like this, but it's not good to discourage your teammates either.

Then he himself has to be the bad guy.

"Captain, I was just kidding. Maradona is 55 years old, four years older than the boss."

Dost chuckled.

"I think Napoli's defense is unstable, but we overlooked that point before. We can continue to apply high pressure on them later."

Qin Ming looked at Mesto and the others and said, "If we can find a similar opportunity again, then the balance of victory will truly hit rock bottom."

"Yes! But we also need to be careful on defense, watch out for their counterattacks."

Gustavo analyzed from the perspective of a defensive midfielder.

After the initial excitement of scoring, the Wolfsburg players calmly discussed their next tactics.

The coaching bench not far from them.

Dietrich told Maranda on the bench, "Warm up first, we can't let our midfield intensity drop when we come on. You know what to do!"

"I know!"

Maranda excitedly jumped up from the bench, put on her vest, and ran to the warm-up area.

The team has recently been opting for Guilavogi more often, drawn to his toughness, which has made Maranda feel the increased competition.

Therefore, he changed his playful habits and trained with Qin Ming and others every day.

By the way, he also often challenged Qin Ming to push his limits. Although the process was arduous, the results were quite good.

Their defensive capabilities have improved significantly.

Now it's finally time to show himself; he's going to cripple the Naples engine—Hamsik.

"Wolves make a substitution in the 75th minute!"

"Maranda replaces Guilavogui!"

"Hey, Napoli is making substitutions too! Mertens replaces Insigne, and Jorginho replaces David Lopez!"

"The former is similar to Insigne in terms of technical style, but he tends to break through on a single point. It seems that Benitez wants to try to open up the game from the flanks!"

"Jorginho has good anticipation and interception abilities. Not only that, he also has solid footwork skills and can often break through the opponent's high press by making off-the-ball runs and acting as a third man!"

Zhan Jun has a thorough understanding of the information of each player on both sides.

"Napoli's adjustments are very scientific. Benitez seems to understand very well that if they strengthen their attack, the pressure on the back line will be immense."

Zhang Lu chuckled and said, "He chose to put Jorginho on the field to prevent what happened just now, and at the same time, to limit Qin Ming to some extent."

on the field.

Qin Ming's gaze lingered on Jorginho for a moment; he was deeply impressed by the Brazilian player.

why?
This thing is fierce.

He's at a level where he could win the Golden Globe in the future.

Qin Ming wondered how strong they were now, and thought he would test them later.

Thinking about this made him excited.

Since he transmigrated and became a professional athlete, isn't competing with top players from all walks of life exactly what he's looking for?
Jorginho wiped the sweat from his brow. Qin Ming's seemingly unintentional scrutiny made him feel immense pressure.

no way.

Qin Ming is famous, while he is just a young player who won the Italian Cup with his team last season, but didn't play for very long.

He has secured a regular spot in the rotation this season.

But right from the start, we encountered a mini-boss.

It's worth noting that Qin Ming is highly regarded in Brazilian football today.

The reason, of course, is Qin Ming's playing style.

He is so similar to Ronaldinho in his younger days, full of unique Brazilian flair, as if he were dancing the samba on the field.

Jorginho took a deep breath and focused his attention to the maximum.

However, just five minutes later...

*Snap!* Qin Ming received a cross from De Bruyne, took a small hop, and lightly flicked the ball with his right foot.

Jorginho felt a chill in his groin.

"Oh! Jorginho, who just came on as a substitute, has been shown a yellow card by the referee for a tactical foul!"

"Why does this 23-year-old player seem a bit nervous?"

Zhan Jun thinks Benitez might be regretting it now.

In fact, he guessed correctly.

"You usually perform well in competitions, so why do you falter at crucial moments?"

Benitez glanced at the scoreboard. The game had reached the 81st minute, and Napoli needed to score two more goals to equalize the aggregate score and win extra time.

However, judging from the current situation, Wolfsburg seems to have the upper hand.

On the field, Qin Ming's smile towards Jorginho made Jorginho even more uncomfortable.

It was as if he shouldn't have fouled Qin Ming.

"Pass the ball, pass the ball!"

Qin Ming started running actively again, making Jorginho feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

But the moment he approached the wing, De Bruyne delivered a through ball.

Snap! The football, like a scalpel, precisely sliced ​​through the gap and landed at Dost's feet.

Before receiving the ball, the bald Dutchman looked around and realized he had no teammates, so he had to do it himself.

Bang! He withstood Albiol's shot and fired with his left foot!

However, due to the fact that it was not his dominant foot and he was interfered with, the shot did not pose much of a threat.

"Run!"

Andujar noticed that his teammates were slacking off and anxiously waved his hands and roared.

When he launched the ball long towards Hamsik, Maranda seemed to transform into a black tank and crashed into the former's mohawk, making it sway.

"Defender commits a foul! Free kick here, watch your movements!"

The referee pointed at Maranda and gave him a verbal warning.

"Is that a foul?! It's a legitimate collision!" Maranda raised his hands to show his innocence.

"You've practically pinned someone to the ground and you still call it reasonable to ram them?"

The referee showed no mercy.

Maranda turned away sullenly upon hearing this, fearing that if the argument continued, he would be shown a yellow card by the referee.

"Marek!!!" Napoli fans exclaimed with anticipation.

Hamsik straightened his hair, took a deep breath, and looked towards the goal.

Like his idol Nedved, he was an excellent shot hitter, and he was Napoli's first-choice penalty taker.

Bang! After the referee blew the whistle, he took a long run-up and swung his leg!
The football, like a cannonball, whistled and crashed towards the upper right corner.

"bumped into!"

Benaglio felt the touch on his hand, but then he realized the shot was too powerful.

They can't get through!

He then watched as the football deflected off the inside of the goalpost and bounced into the net.

2-2! ! !

"Marek!!!"

The San Paolo Stadium erupted once again, with the entire stadium chanting Hamsik's name.

The hysterical state of the Napoli fans filled the air with passion and excitement, like a wildly surging blue and white ocean.

"Wow! No wonder he was the 2009 Slovakian Footballer of the Year and the 2008 Serie A Oscar for Best Young Player, Hamsik has helped Napoli equalize!"

"That free kick was absolutely beautiful, flawless!"

"It seems that Napoli, playing at home, is indeed favored by Lady Luck. I wonder if they can create a miracle in the remaining few minutes?"

Zhan Jun believes this match was incredibly exciting, comparable to the Champions League knockout stage.

On the pitch, Hamsik pulled Jorginho back from celebrating and calmly pointed to the scoreboard, saying, "We're still one goal away from equalizing. Don't waste a single minute, we still have a chance!"

"Oh my! Go for it!" Jorginho finally realized what was happening.

On his way back to the halfway point, he couldn't help but glance at Qin Ming, but didn't find the dejection he had imagined.

"We will win!"

As a Brazilian player, being constantly shunned and rejected must have made him feel uncomfortable.

But if we can defeat Wolfsburg and advance, then none of this will matter, since people will only remember the winner.

"Kevin, if I'm in the crowd and ask you for the ball, just pass it to me."

Qin Ming discovered a problem with Napoli during this period: when defending against him, they always liked to cluster together.

The advantage of this is that it reduces space usage.

The downside is that once he breaks through, the opponent won't have time to cover.

"it is good!"

De Bruyne sensed Qin Ming's confidence.

"Of course, if we can hold on for this period, it's best to focus on defense."

Qin Ming added.

With 5 minutes left in regulation time, plus injury time, there were only 8 minutes remaining.

It would be great if Wolfsburg could drag the game out until the end.

But as I said before, if you don't pose an offensive threat, then the defensive pressure will be immense.

"Dieter Hecking makes a substitution, Olic replaces Dost!"

"The Croatian veteran's running ability can put pressure on the opponent, and you should know that his label is: ordinary but surprisingly effective!"

"Olic made a huge contribution to Bayern's two previous appearances in the Champions League final!"

The 87th minute of the game.

Britos received Andújar's goal kick, but seeing Olic rushing over, he didn't dare to take the ball and immediately passed it to Ghulam on the wing.

He was afraid of making the same mistake as Mesto.

*Snap!* Ghulam also quickly passed the ball to Hamsik, who was there to receive it.

Maranda moved closer to challenge him, trying to find an opportunity to regain possession of the ball.

But Hamsik was very steady. Knowing that his physical condition was not good, he played a one-two with Mertens and then made a through pass to Higuain.

After being quiet for more than 80 minutes, Higuain shook off Naldo and unleashed a high-quality low shot.

But the football slid out of bounds just centimeters from the goal.

"Damn it!" Higuain couldn't help but curse.

Napoli fans also expressed their regret, as they were just a little short of equalizing the score.

Soon, the fourth official raised a sign indicating four minutes of added time.

“O surdato 'nnammurato” The live performance was filled with a very artistic and literary voice.

(End of this chapter)