Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 138 The God of Circles Reappears! São Paulo's Perfect Circle, the Goal That Kills the Game!

The 92th minute of the game.

Wolfsburg advanced into Napoli's half, and De Bruyne, with the ball, scanned the space ahead.

Qin Ming made a diagonal run down the flank, Olic roamed around the edge of the penalty area, and Perisic was on the wing.

Suddenly, De Bruyne noticed Albiol's advanced position and promptly delivered a lob pass.

A rainbow seemed to appear over the São Paulo stadium.

Seeing that he was about to be overtaken by Britos, Olic threw himself out and slid in to shoot!
"Mariano! Well done!"

Seeing Andújar save the ball, Albiol excitedly prepared for a counter-attack.

But he suddenly realized that the ball was landing in the wrong place.

When did Wolfsburg's number 13 get there?

Without having time to think about the answer, he rushed over in a panic.

"Surround him and seize him! Surround him and seize him!"

Jorginho roared and charged forward with him.

This kind of coordinated defense in tight spaces makes it very difficult for offensive players to break free.

There's a high probability they'll pass the ball.

Therefore, Jorginho wisely kept a watchful eye.

"Trying to rob us?!"

A gentle breeze from the Apennine Peninsula carried a faint scent of sea salt to Qin Ming's face.

He quickly and coldly scanned the area.

He leaned his body slightly to the left, creating the illusion that he was about to pass the ball.

coming!

Jorginho cleverly moved sideways.

But he didn’t notice that Albiol was also momentarily distracted by the deception.

*Snap!* A crisp, pleasant sound rang out as Qin Ming drew a semicircle on the spot!

Albiol suddenly realized something was wrong.

It wasn't a pass!
It's spinning around!
But as he regained his balance and extended his leg to steal the ball, that semi-circular arc quietly slid past, just grazing his toes.

"I've been beaten!" Albiol's heart sank to the bottom.

Jorginho wasn't much better off; he looked up in disbelief.

But Qin Ming only left him with a receding figure.

Amidst the suppressed cheers of the away fans, Qin Ming dribbled the ball to the left side of the penalty area, made a slight adjustment, and unleashed a left-footed shot.

Ground slash!
Bang! The football skimmed across the grass at high speed, piercing towards the far corner like a blade!

Even with his body stretched to its limit, Andújar couldn't stop the goal; he could only watch helplessly as the ball went into the net.

2-3! ! !

"The game-winning goal has been scored!"

"Qin Ming! He used his signature move, a very deceptive spin!"

"His explosive power combined with his flexibility means that when he makes this move, the defender doesn't have time to react!"

"At the time, I thought he was going to cross the ball!"

"too exaggerated!"

"He was unstoppable in the Europa League, having already scored 11 goals by the time the quarterfinals were underway!"

"Keep in mind that last year's Europa League Golden Boot winner, Soriano, only scored 11 goals!"

Zhan Jun shouted excitedly.

"But four years ago, Porto's Falcao scored 18 goals in the Europa League, and he is also the record holder for most goals in a single Europa League season!"

Zhang Lu held the data sheet and said, "I wonder if Qin Ming has a chance to break his record. After all, if Wolfsburg can make it all the way to the final, it means they can play three more games, which means they can score seven goals in those three games."

"Sounds a bit difficult?" Zhang Lu clicked his tongue, not holding out much hope.

These kinds of cup competitions become more stable as they progress, and it's rare for big scores to occur.

It's also common for teams to win by penalty kicks after a goalless draw.

“But I still trust Qin Ming, after all, he’s created so many surprises.” Zhan Jun smiled.

On the court, Qin Ming laughed heartily as he sprinted against the wind.

Compared to the Bundesliga, where he often suffers setbacks, the Europa League seems to be his home turf.

Scored twice!

With 11 goals, he can now practically secure the Europa League Golden Boot award.

But this is not enough.

Far from enough.

He wants more goals, more spectacular dribbling, and more dazzling skills.

He wants to go to the Champions League as the greatest Golden Boot winner in Europa League history!

"A goal to seal the victory!"

"A perfect spin!"

"Yay! Qin, you did an absolutely fantastic job! I'll buy you a pineapple pizza when we get back!"

Wolfsburg players rushed over to offer their warmest praise.

Qin Ming hugged his teammates, looked up at the sky and shouted: "Goal!!! Europa League semi-finals!"

Europa League semi-final!

Even De Bruyne joined in the shouting.

The group huddled together, enjoying the joy of scoring a goal, and in the process, they became more united.

The Napoli players looked miserable.

Jorginho, in particular, was thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't moved sideways but had instead continued forward to cover.

Will this ball never appear?

They might even intercept the ball and launch a counter-attack to score a last-minute equalizer.
This feeling is the most unpleasant.

"still have a chance."

Albiol was interrupted before he could finish speaking, and Higuain was so angry that his beard was trembling.

"There's no chance anymore! Stoppage time is over, and the referee will blow the whistle as soon as we restart the game!"

Even if we score two goals, it won't matter; they score more away goals!

"Look at your terrible defense!"

Higuain broke down in anger and shouted.

He just missed out on the World Cup trophy half a year ago, and he is still not over this sensitive period.

He's so desperate for the championship to prove himself that he's practically going crazy.

"Do you think you're playing that well?"

Albiol, unable to bear it any longer, retorted.

He won the league, the Copa del Rey and the Super Cup with Real Madrid, and also reached the Champions League semi-finals. In terms of club honors, Higuain can't match him.

In terms of national team honors, he won the 2008 UEFA European Championship in Austria and Switzerland, the 2010 FIFA World Cup in South Africa, and the 2012 UEFA European Championship in Poland and Ukraine.

Even disregarding his individual accolades, Higuain played terribly today.

"Alright! What's all the noise about? The game isn't over yet!"

Despite his mohawk, Hamsik is actually very low-key and composed, much like Nedved in the past.

Most importantly, he also has the courage to take responsibility.

For example, during the current infighting in Napoli, he stepped forward and said just one sentence, which silenced Higuain and the other two.

"Look at those fans, don't show them your worst side, even if you lose the game, you should accept it gracefully."

Hamsik returned to his seat after speaking. Benitez, watching the crowd fall silent after their argument on the sidelines, knew the outcome of the match was already decided.

Unless Napoli becomes Manchester United, and he becomes Sir Alex Ferguson.

Otherwise, without "Ferguson time," they would have had no chance to tie the game.

On the other side, the Wolfsburg substitutes all stood up, ready to rush onto the field after the game to celebrate this hard-won victory with their teammates.

"Higuain kicks off to Callejon!"

"Napoli will go down the wing, the referee blows the whistle, the match is over!"

Congratulations to Wolfsburg for defeating Napoli 6-4 on aggregate and advancing to the 2014-15 UEFA Europa League semi-finals!

"This is also the first time in Wolfsburg's history that they have reached the Europa League semi-finals! Their opponent will be one of Dnipro, Fiorentina, or Sevilla!"

"I hope Wolfsburg gets a good draw, and I also hope they can continue their efforts and perform even better in the upcoming matches!"

Wolfsburg at this time.

Loud cheers erupted in the small industrial city, with people even honking their horns in the streets to celebrate the victory.

For them, the most relaxing and stress-relieving thing after a high-pressure job was watching a Wolfsburg game.

Now, the team they've loved their whole lives is gradually reaching its peak.

They would naturally feel honored.

"No one can stop Wolfsburg right now!"

"Aiming for our first-ever Europa League title!"

"come on!!!"

"All-you-can-drink beer tonight, Qin Ming's on the tab!"

The Irish pub was buzzing with excitement. Scott raised his beer glass, clinked it with his old friend, and downed it in one gulp.

He has watched Wolfsburg matches for decades, from amateur leagues to national leagues, from the 2. Bundesliga to the Bundesliga, from their first Bundesliga title to the Bundesliga championship.

He even witnessed the transformation of Wolfsburg's mascot from Onkel Willi to Wolfi.

Finally, this season he witnessed an even more spectacular scene.

“This city will boil over because of them sooner or later,” Scott murmured, savoring the sweet wheat flavor in his beer.

"Haha! Let's drink the beer Qin treated us to, let's toast him!"

Fans in green and white jerseys in the bar stood up and raised their glasses.

"I hope he can break the Europa League goal record!"

Clang, clang, clang! Brown beer spilled as glasses clashed, filling the bar with the aroma of wheat.

St. Paul's Stadium.

After shaking hands with Benitez, Dietrich walked over to the Wolfsburg players and said with a smile, "It seems that yesterday's firecrackers didn't affect you; you all played your best."

"But we may face even more difficult challenges ahead, but I think you should be confident in facing them now, right?"

"Yes!" Qin Ming answered loudly and energetically.

"Haha! Qin, when have you ever lacked confidence!"

Maranda said, mimicking the words, "I owe everything I have today to hard work and talent!"

"Junior, go back and practice defense with me. You got past me several times today!"

Qin Ming threatened.

This remark drew laughter from the Wolfsburg players, and even Dieter Hecking couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After shaking hands with the referee and the opponents, the group thanked the fans before returning to the locker room.

They have a league match to play in two days.

Therefore, Qin Ming and his teammates did not linger to explore the famous city of Naples, but instead took a flight back to Wolfsburg overnight.

"See you tomorrow."

Qin Ming yawned and waved his hand; actually, he wasn't that tired today.

The Wolfsburg players didn't sleep well last night, and with the intensity of today's match, they're practically slumped in their chairs right now.

"Kevin, I'm going to sleep in tomorrow, so don't wake me up when you wake up."

After Qin Ming finished speaking, he went into the bedroom.

Before going to sleep, he glanced at the system interface and checked his skill progress.

[Host: Qin Ming]

【Height: 183cm】

[Weight: 76kg]

[Template: Ronaldinho "Green Elf" Template (86%)]

[Skill: Poké Ball Sense (85%)]

Skills: Extraordinary Skills (86%)

[Skill: Three-dimensional Awareness (83%)]

[Skill: Devil's Shot (88%)]

[Skill: Precision Shot (77%)]

[Skill: Bicycle Kick (74%)]

【.】

The progress of the first few skills was average, but the later new skills showed a significant improvement.

It seems that once the template integration reaches a certain level, the speed of skill improvement will also increase accordingly.

"I want to win the Europa League Golden Boot!"

Qin Ming murmured to himself, not forgetting to spend 7 points to treat the injuries in his body.

Then, feeling warm all over, I drifted off to sleep.

With the Europa League quarterfinals concluded, it didn't garner much attention in the global football world, but it caused quite a stir in Chinese football.

Pengcheng Sports Daily: Chinese player Qin Ming has advanced with his team to the Europa League semi-finals, becoming the first Chinese player to achieve this goal! Our city will increase cooperation with top clubs, send more promising young players to high-quality leagues for training, and hire German professional football coaches to build a youth training system.

China Sports Daily: Qin Ming has written himself into the history of the Europa League. This achievement will not be overlooked in his home country. Here, he will become a true source of pride for China!

Dongqiudi: They're on fire! Wolfsburg beat Napoli 6-4 on aggregate to advance to the semi-finals. Qin Ming's Europa League goal tally has now reached 11, three goals behind second-placed Allan. However, among the teams that have advanced to the semi-finals, only Sevilla's Bacca, with 7 goals, still has a chance to catch up!

Hupu: China's "God of the Round" is on fire! A perfect rabona assist, a pinpoint shot to score, and a dazzling display of skill as he dribbles past Jorginho—he's simply a Europa League god!
[Qin Ming seems to be getting more and more skilled at spinning.]
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As expected of Madoka Kaname.
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With 11 goals now, I feel I've already secured the Europa League Golden Boot.
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[It seems Qin Ming has a lot of accolades to win this year, including the Puskás Award, the Europa League Golden Boot, and the European Golden Boy Award, among others.]
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[His chances of winning the Bundesliga Golden Boot are basically slim; Lewandowski has been seizing the opportunity to rack up goals these past few days.]
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In the Bundesliga, if you don't play for Bayern Munich, winning the league's Golden Boot is extremely difficult.
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【really. 】
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Looking at Wolfsburg's schedule, they have two matches left in April: a league game against Hannover 96 and a German Cup semi-final against Bayern Munich.
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This German Cup match will be tough, considering Wolfsburg has a league game on May 2nd, and then three games in a week on the 8th, 10th, and 15th. The players need to manage their fatigue effectively.
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[With the season nearing its end, it all comes down to one last push. Come on, Wolfsburg!]
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Go Qin Ming!
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【.】

The next day, Qin Ming didn't get up until almost noon and had a good, comfortable sleep.

"Barnett, what's up?"

Qin Ming opened his phone and saw a missed call. He dialed back and waited for the call to connect before asking the question.

"Oh, didn't I ask you about endorsements before? Do you have a particular target in mind?"

Barnett didn't urge him; he knew that a player's foundation was the game, and endorsements were just external things.

It's not that it's unimportant, but rather that we need to distinguish between primary and secondary importance.

“I don’t think sports supplements are suitable, so I’ll try my luck with a fashion brand first. MARC O’POLO is pretty good.”

Qin Ming hadn't forgotten about this, but he hadn't had a chance to tell Barnett.

“Great! This Nordic fashion lifestyle brand is really good, and you will be their first Chinese spokesperson.”

Barnett laughed and said, "By the way, the endorsement fee they offered is quite high. I heard they want to enter the Chinese market. I'll help you negotiate that, but of course, it's not limited to the Chinese region."

Despite having played less than a season, Qin Ming's agile technique and style have earned him a large number of loyal fans worldwide.

This was especially true in Germany, his stronghold.

Therefore, MARC O'POLO intends to use Qin Ming as its spokesperson to promote the brand in Europe and China.

If the endorsement is effective, it may be upgraded to a global ambassadorship.

Barnett has high expectations for this, believing that Qin Ming is just the beginning and will eventually become a global football superstar.

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now. I have an appointment with a therapist for a massage, and we'll talk again later."

After saying goodbye to Barnett, Qin Ming hung up the phone and called De Bruyne to go to the training base.

(End of this chapter)