Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 141 A creative free-kick goal! A brace! A duel between two Ronaldins!

The fans in the stadium stared wide-eyed as the slightly deformed football hurtled toward the goal at incredible speed.

It pierced through the chaos of Fiorentina's penalty area and flew precisely towards the top right corner of the goal.

The man in front of the door instinctively reached out his hand, but the friction from his fingertips told him it was too late.

1-0! ! !

"Goal! Goal!"

"Qin Ming's second shot in this match helped Wolfsburg change the score!"

"Keep in mind, only 9 minutes of the game have passed!"

"Wolfsburg, with its stronger overall strength, has launched a whirlwind offensive that is making it difficult for Fiorentina to withstand!"

"This match looks like it will be easier than we thought!"

"By the way, Qin Ming's Europa League goal tally has also increased from 11 to 12. If he can maintain his current form, he might really break Falcao's record!"

Since Zhan Jun started commentating on Wolfsburg's Europa League matches, Wolfsburg has had to exert all their strength to win against Tottenham and Napoli in the knockout stages.

They even nearly suffered a comeback defeat against Tottenham.

But against Fiorentina's Wolfsburg, he seemed relaxed and at ease.

on the field.

Qin Ming smiled brightly at the camera, and gestured the number twelve with his hands.

He saw the fans' expectations for him while surfing the internet, which further strengthened his determination to become the all-time top scorer in the Europa League.

"Seven left!"

Qin Ming high-fived his teammates, "Brothers, pass the ball to me later!"

"Qin, aren't we still 6 goals short?"

Maranda scratched his head in confusion.

"What I want is to break through, not to equalize!"

Qin Ming clenched his fist and punched the air, seemingly trying to break a record.

"That's well said! It's not a pleasant feeling to share personal awards with others; if we're going to do something, we should do it to the best of our ability!"

Trey patted Qin Ming's shoulder forcefully.

"Qin! How come your volley shot has improved so quickly? It feels even faster than your finesse shot!"

Persic has a different focus.

Knowing that he is very good at volley shots, and can do them with both feet, one can naturally see the skill level of that volley shot just now.

But he clearly remembered that Qin Ming's shot was quite average a few months ago.

"I've said it before: I'm a genius, and you can't judge me by common sense!"

Qin Ming's proud demeanor made his teammates burst into laughter.

As they celebrated their goal, Salah's gaze swept over De Bruyne, a surge of intense envy welling up within him.

As a striker, he knows all too well how comfortable a good midfielder can make his game.

It can be said that Qin Ming's current achievements are largely due to his own efforts, but De Bruyne also deserves some credit, and his contribution is indelible.

He couldn't help but think about what it would be like if he had De Bruyne's support.
Well, he had a clear understanding of his own abilities and knew that even if he were given two more De Bruynes, he wouldn't be able to produce a performance as outstanding as Qin Ming's.

"People call me the Egyptian Messi, but no one calls me the Chinese Ronaldinho, simply because his progress is so fast, even faster than Ronaldinho's in the past."

Salah thought to himself, then clenched his fist. Although he was older, he regarded Qin Ming as his target.

A goal that will take a long time to catch up with.

However, he believes that as long as he perseveres, he will eventually be welcomed by fans and even achieve honors and success with a team.

"Stop looking! We need to step up our game and score at least one more goal, so we don't end up with zero away goals!"

Gomez, as a veteran, needs to be more mentally mature.

"Keep it up!" Salah nodded vigorously.

After the game resumed, Fiorentina launched a counter-attack, again focusing on advancing down the flanks.

Salah's technical skills are not outstanding; he can't compare to Qin Ming.

On the contrary, it appears somewhat rough.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been signed by Chelsea for £1600 million but remained on the bench.

However, once he arrived in Florence, he seemed to be revitalized.

"Salah and Rodriguez are going to race!"

"Wow! He cut past me from the outside, then stopped abruptly and passed to Gomez!"

"Gomez shrugs off Knoch and fires!"

Amid the expectant gazes of the Fiorentina fans, the shot flew directly over the crossbar.

This relieved Benaglio, as he was somewhat nervous facing the six-time runner-up.

Unlike Salah, who found his form in Fiorentina, Gomez has been in a slump since leaving Bayern.

The 26th minute of the game.

Fernandez received a pass from Badelj and dribbled past Qin Ming, who was trying to intercept him.

This gave Fiorentina fans a boost of morale.

why?
Before joining Fiorentina, Fernandes was a South American football legend and a super wonderkid who dominated Football Manager.

His playing style has a distinct South American flair.

Some say he's like Riquelme, but actually his pace is faster. Whether it's a run, dribbling, or a free kick, he has the feel of Ronaldinho.

"Together!"

Qin Ming wasn't embarrassed at all after being stabbed in the groin, and he called Gustavo over to help him snatch the ball.

The latter has more defensive experience and decisively engages in physical confrontations, pushing Fernandez outwards.

The narrow sidelines made it difficult for Fernandez to handle.

He tried to dribble past his opponent but bumped into Gustavo's heel, allowing Qin Ming, who was watching intently, to pull the ball to his own feet.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

Qin Ming turned around to move forward, but suddenly heard rapid breathing. He looked back and saw that it was Fernandez chasing after him.

The speed is quite fast.

*Snap!* Qin Ming had a flash of inspiration and lightly flicked the ball with the back of his right foot, sending it through Fernandez's legs.

revenge!

"Qin!!!" The Wolfsburg fans erupted in cheers that drowned out the Fiorentina fans.

In their eyes, these so-called super wonderkids are nothing more than losers in La Liga, and when it comes to the elegance and grace of their playing style, who can compare to their geniuses?

Fernandez's breathing became increasingly rapid, whether from the force of his sprint or from the shame and anger of being groined, it was hard to tell.

Just as he was about to commit a tactical foul, Qin Ming suddenly accelerated away.

"Beautiful dribble and cut inside! Pass to De Bruyne up front!"

"The Belgians pass diagonally back to the left wing!"

"Rodriguez surged towards the byline and crossed the ball, but Dost's header hit the crossbar!"

"Oh, what a pity!"

"The Dutch center forward doesn't seem to have any luck scoring today!"

"I can't believe it," Zhan Jun said regretfully.

Off the pitch, Dost also felt unlucky, having wasted two excellent opportunities.

He rubbed his bald head, as if he were performing a blessing ceremony on it.

Not far away, Qin Ming and Fernandez locked eyes, and Qin Ming inexplicably sensed hostility.

"So what if I got my crotch pierced?"

Qin Ming suddenly recalled the 10 prodigies who, according to media reports in 2008, could potentially change the future of world football.

Pato, Bojan, Anderson, Banega, Adler, Giovinco, Carlos Vela, Balotelli, and others.

Fernandez was among them; he sent Riquelme back to Argentina, prompting cheers from the fans at El Madrigal.

Unfortunately, his physical condition was too weak to withstand high-intensity matches.

This is how they came to Serie A after failing in La Liga, isn't it?
However, Qin Ming's idea was wrong. Fernandez's hostility did not stem from the fact that he had been groined, but from the craze that Qin Ming had created in South America.

"I want to prove myself in Serie A," Fernandez thought to himself.

Recently, people have been saying that he went to Serie A because he couldn't make it in La Liga. Although that's true, the person involved must not be happy to hear it.

Moreover, he believes he simply doesn't fit into La Liga's style.

He can definitely shine in Serie A and rediscover his youthful form.

"Fiorentina's wing defense is pretty average, so send me more crosses later." Qin Ming had no idea what Fernandez was thinking.

"it is good!"

De Bruyne glanced at his left rib area and figured out how to organize it.

Time slipped away like quicksand, and the situation didn't turn around until the 38th minute of the match.

Salah tried to dribble past his opponent on the wing.

Rodriguez is no pushover; he's the second most expensive left-back in the Bundesliga. He seized the opportunity to challenge Salah, causing him to stumble, and then hooked the ball to his side.

"Seize it on the spot!"

Badelj yelled at Salah, but Salah had already turned around and pressed forward.

But at that moment, Rodriguez suddenly poked the ball in and then accelerated to sprint down the wing.

"It's over!"

"Matthias's defensive cover was very timely!"

"Whose ball is it!?"

Rodriguez made a crucial spike, getting past Fernandez before passing to De Bruyne.

The latter moves to the left rib area without raising its head.

Qin Ming ran to his position with perfect understanding, received the ball, and was about to take a chip shot.

Seeing this, Tomovic, who was following behind him, decisively reached out and pulled him.

Thump! Qin Ming fell backward to the ground. He turned around and saw the referee running over, blowing his whistle and showing a yellow card.

"Defensive team commits a foul, offensive team gets a set piece, here."

The referee drew a white line using solid foam spray.

"Qin, the ball is in a good position, you should take the free kick."

De Bruyne said.

"No, no, no! Kevin, remember the tactics we practiced before? You do this first, then this, and then I'll do this."

Qin Ming covered his mouth with a mischievous grin and whispered.

"I think it works!"

Before De Bruyne could answer, Rodriguez agreed.

"It's settled then, make it as realistic as possible!"

After Qin Ming finished speaking, he ran to the left side of the human wall, stood next to Tomovic, and even smiled at the Serbian.

The fans were a bit confused when they saw it.

Isn't this position exactly where Qin Ming can chip the ball? And the distance from the goal is also quite reasonable.

Why did you go and form a human wall?

The Fiorentina players couldn't understand it either, but they couldn't be happier.

Who can blame them when Qin Ming's pinpoint shot is such a threat?
Neto directed the movement of the human wall, while also keeping a close eye on Qin Ming, fearing that Qin Ming might suddenly dodge and allow Wolfsburg to shoot directly at the goal.

"Here it comes! It looks like Rodriguez is taking the free throw, he's taking a run-up."

"what!"

A jaw-dropping scene unfolded at the Volkswagen Stadium.

Rodriguez feinted, and De Bruyne flicked the ball gently, sending it arcing over the wall.

The moment De Bruyne took the shot, Qin Ming silently turned around.

"Stop him!"

Realizing what was happening, Tomovic quickly chased back, but Qin Ming was already two body lengths ahead of him.

We can't catch up at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Qin Ming caught up with the ball, pushed it with his left foot, and the ball slipped under Neto's armpit and plunged into their goal.

2-0! ! !

"Wow! Wolfsburg has once again breached Fiorentina's goal with a highly creative free-kick tactic!"

"I don't think anyone could have predicted this would happen before the game started!"

"Let's take a look at the replay. Rodriguez's shot was realistic, De Bruyne's pass was accurate, and Qin Ming's timing was also excellent. There was no suspicion of offside!"

"Haha! He even covered his face with his hands, what a convincing performance!"

Zhan Jun couldn't help but laugh.

If he saw Qin Ming's performance on the court, he certainly wouldn't have expected Qin Ming to turn around.

Is this really from Bayern Munich's youth academy or La Masia's?
"With that, Qin Ming scored twice in this match, bringing his Europa League goal tally to 13," Zhang Lu said after chuckling for a long time.

on the field.

"Wuhu!"

Qin Ming rushed over to R Luo and Ding Ding and gave them a high-five.

Unexpectedly, this bold attempt resulted in a goal.

Such unconventional goals are truly exhilarating.

"How did I do?" Rodriguez asked, eager for praise.

"Great! Kevin was great too. Your lob pass was perfect, it landed right in front of me."

Qin Ming was lavish in his praise.

"Qin, your acting skills are the best!"

Maranda glanced at the Fiorentina players; each of them wore a blank expression.

We just conceded a goal like that?
"That kid could never be a football prodigy, he's a football devil!"

Tomovic irritably rubbed his hair.

If you can't keep up with Qin Ming's pace of breakthroughs, that can only be attributed to a difference in individual strength.

But the thought process couldn't keep up.
This caused him great frustration, making him feel that victory was out of reach.

"Are they really going to let them defeat all the Italian teams?"

Fernandez was unwilling to concede defeat easily, saying, "We would become a laughing stock in Italian football, because we are Wolfsburg's last Serie A opponent!"

The coach's bench on the sidelines of the court.

Montella sat back on the bench in frustration. He no longer hoped for a victory or a draw away from home, but was thinking about how to adjust his strategy to concede fewer goals.

Although Wolfsburg has an extremely high away win rate this season, ranking among the top three in the top five leagues.

But at least there's still some hope.

the other side.

Dietrich pumped his fist excitedly, "If we can gain a good enough advantage in the first half, we'll substitute a few key players in the second half and prepare for the league match against Bayern in two days!"

Recently, the tight schedule has been weighing heavily on his mind, and having already given up on the German Cup, he cannot give up again.

The Europa League and the league must proceed simultaneously.

But fate always likes to play tricks on people. Two days after the first leg of the Europa League semi-final, the highly anticipated crucial match took place.

They just lost 0-3 to Bayern Munich, so they are not in a morale advantage.

Therefore, we should conserve our strength as much as possible.

Scoring two goals in the first half gave him the opportunity to make his move.

"Boss, today is also the first leg of the Champions League semi-final between Bayern Munich and Barcelona."

Thorn-Lockhoff's meaning was clear even before he finished speaking.

The right time, right place and right people!

They seem to have it all, so what reason is there not to win?
Amid cheers from the Wolfsburg fans, the referee blew his whistle shortly after the match resumed.

Beep!
The first half has ended, Wolfsburg 2-0 Fiorentina!

(End of this chapter)