Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 155 Europa League Champions! An unprecedented number of goals scored in a single Europa League season!

Warsaw National Stadium.

The scoreboard read 86:12 and 3-1, with very little time remaining.

But Wolfsburg is still on the offensive.

They fought hard for their teammates to achieve a record: the all-time top scorer in Europa League history.

No one knows how much Wolfsburg craves honor right now.

Even Sevilla felt an almost suffocating pressure; they had no thought whatsoever of turning the tide and winning.

Let's finish this quickly!
This is the sentiment of the Sevilla players.

However, the more anxious one is, the more likely one is to make mistakes. When Persic outmaneuvered Tremulina, igniting the passion of the fans, he cut inside and slicing into the penalty area.

In his panic, Kovoječar stretched out his foot and tripped the Croatian.

The most exciting scene then unfolded: the referee, with his whistle in his mouth, angrily pointed to the penalty spot!
Penalty kick!

In the final moments of the match, when Qin Ming's Europa League goal tally reached eighteen, just one shy of breaking Falcao's record.

The referee awarded Wolfsburg a penalty.

"Wow!!!" The 50,000 fans at the Warsaw National Stadium expressed their feelings with their voices.

They are eager to witness history.

Scott, Cavendish, Greg, and the others stopped waving their flags and instead put their hands together and closed their eyes.

They were praying to God.

Let their favorite player score this beautiful goal.

For this reason, they can go a month without drinking beer, or even attend church twice a week.

"Goal! Goal! Goal!"

The shouts converged like streams, eventually becoming deafening.

On the field, Qin Ming took the football handed to him by Perisic and carefully felt its texture with his palm.

I looked up and surveyed the electrifying stadium.

"If we can't score, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?"

Qin Ming made a joke to relieve the immense pressure in his heart.

"Damn it, Teng Hai won't let me into the cafeteria!"

Immediately afterward, he cursed Ten Hach again before revealing a bright smile.

Rico, standing in front of the goal, patted his chest like a gorilla, forcing himself to put on a fierce look as he stared at Qin Ming in front of the penalty spot.

He could see no tension in those dark eyes.

All I have is confidence in myself.

Oh, there's a hint of a smile on his face. Is he laughing at himself?
So where is he going to kick it next? Why isn't he looking to the sides? Is he going to use a Panenka penalty?

The worst thing a goalkeeper can do is deceive himself.

Rico excelled at this, as Qin Ming's unpredictability had triggered countless images in his mind.

Those images seemed to transform into flies, buzzing in his ears.

He didn't even hear the referee's whistle clearly before he saw Qin Ming take a run-up and shoot!

Very determined!
Without any feints, he unleashed a powerful shot to the left!
Rico's instincts as a goalkeeper led him to dive to the side, but his chaotic thoughts affected him, and being a fraction of a second too slow resulted in him missing everything.

Swish! The soccer ball spun violently on the net, but no sound was heard.

The terrifying roar emanating from the entire Warsaw National Stadium drowned out everything else.

"The all-time top scorer in Europa League history!"

Qin Ming ran wildly and took off his jersey, revealing his straight back and strong muscles, which shimmered in the sunlight, as if showing his strength and pride.

19 goals!
From Everton to Lille, then to Tottenham and Inter Milan.
He has paid a heavy price to achieve these 19 goals!
Now, all the sweat and effort have turned into delicious fruit, making him unable to hide his excitement.

Waving his green and white jersey, he ran down to the away stands.

There, Scott and his team produced a poster they had made long ago, depicting a young boy being crowned.

"King!!!"

They no longer like to call Qin Ming by his given name; they prefer this special nickname.

The thunderous cheers echoed along the banks of the Vistula River and reached the ears of football fans around the world via the internet, and everyone witnessed this historic moment.

Qin Ming was surrounded by his teammates in the middle, with many hands around his shoulders.

"This is not an honor for me alone."

Qin Ming turned around and said seriously.

"Of course! I had four assists in there!"

Persich slapped Qin Ming on the back, leaving a handprint on his face.

"Ouch! Ivan, could you please go a little easier? You've snapped my capillaries!"

Qin Ming gasped, "And Kevin didn't say a word about his 11 assists, so why are you taking credit for it?!"

De Bruyne smiled but didn't say anything.

But you could tell from his eyes that he really liked the atmosphere.

The broadcast position in the stands.

"4-1!!!"

"In the final moments of the match, Perisic won a penalty, which Qin Ming converted!"

"This is his 19th goal in the Europa League this season, and with this goal he broke Falcao's record for the best goal in Europa League history, set in the 2010-11 season!"

Can you imagine?

"Qin Ming, who was sold by Bayern Munich for 100 million euros ten months ago, not only became the Bundesliga champion ten months later, but also broke the Europa League single-season goal record!"

"Not only that, but perhaps in a few minutes, his accolades will include another championship!"

Zhan Jun's eyes revealed a fanaticism.

Even though he's a Liverpool fan, he's proud of this moment.

Because the boy on the field was his compatriot.

"Hehe! Coming to watch the game live today will be an unforgettable experience."

Zhang Lu rubbed his aching lower back. The flight from China to Poland takes about 10 hours, which is quite tiring for someone of his age.

But it was worth it.

Witnessing the glorious moments of Chinese players is something many people dream of.

Courtside.

Wolfsburg's substitutes all stood up, ready to rush in and celebrate the victory with their teammates as soon as the final whistle blew.

Dieter Black Gold glanced at the scoreboard every now and then.

With regular time over and five minutes of stoppage time added, he couldn't help but yell, "Is the referee out of his mind?"

Although he knew the outcome was already decided, he was still somewhat worried.

It's the same old story: Liverpool scored three goals in six minutes. What if they did?
Tick-tock, tick-tock!
Time passed like flowing water, and for Wolfsburg fans, each second felt like an eternity, as if an eternity had gone by.

When Sevilla's long-range lob shot was caught by Benaglio.

Beep-beep-beep!
The pleasant whistle finally blew, and the game came to an end.

"VFL!!!" The Warsaw National Stadium instantly turned into a sea of ​​celebration, with green and white smoke billowing from Wolfsburg and into Poland.

On the field, Qin Ming didn't rush to celebrate with his teammates, but instead asked the referee for the football.

"Qin, you may need to reserve a room for this in the future, otherwise there will definitely be no room for all these things."

Persich was a tiny bit envious. "One room isn't enough! I want a whole villa just to house my awards!"

Qin Ming waved his hand with boundless pride.

"Wow! Qin, you're so impressive! Last time you gave the ball to Kevin, can you give it to me this time?!"

Maranda shamelessly leaned closer.

"Junior, how could you have such a shameless attitude?!"

Qin Ming hugged the football tightly, pretending to be unhappy.

"Okay, okay! I knew Kevin and I were treated differently. It's because Kevin always assists you, while I can only stay in the backcourt and do the dirty work."

Maranda must have learned that from some scheming woman.

"Okay, okay! When we get back, I'll take this soccer ball apart, and we'll each get a piece of leather, and I'll sign them all as souvenirs, alright?"

Qin Ming, feeling a headache from all the nagging, proposed a compromise.

He wouldn't be stingy enough to refuse to share a commemorative ball with his teammates.

"Yay! I knew you were the most generous, Qin. Can we take that Golden Boot award home?"

Before Maranda could finish speaking, Qin Ming punched him, making him cough and hurriedly wave his hands, saying, "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Haha!" The Wolfsburg players looked at each other and laughed, remembering this wonderful moment.

Sunlight shone through the clouds onto their faces, bringing warmth to everyone.

"Receiving two awards in one week has left me feeling a bit exhausted, sigh!"

Persic began Versailles.

"Ivan, if you ask me, it's all your fault. If we had made it to the German Cup final, we might have won the prize three times in two weeks."

Qin Ming spoke without hesitation.

"My fault?" Perisic opened his mouth wide and pointed at himself.

While the Wolfsburg players were chatting, some of the Sevilla players had tears in their eyes. No one can lose a game without feeling bad, unless they don't care at all.

But which of those who stand on this green field doesn't care about winning?

No.

Banega patted his teammate on the shoulder, knowing that defending their Europa League title was important for them.

But it's right here now.

They may be sad and frustrated now, but they will have to pick themselves up and start a new journey next season.

At the Warsaw National Stadium, the tears of the defeated became a backdrop to the victors, making people feel even more how hard-won the victory was.

On the sidelines, Emery walked up to Dieter Hecking, extended his hand, and said with great poise, "Congratulations! You all played wonderfully today, especially those two players. To be honest, I'm quite envious."

"No need to be envious."

Dieter Black Gold's smile held a hint of bitterness.

In fact, Wolfsburg, like Sevilla, has been unable to retain its core players, which is an inevitable consequence of the era of big-spending football.

What will Wolfsburg do next season?
Dieter Black Gold didn't know either, but Qin Ming and Ding Ding could definitely be sold for a good price, and with the championship prize money, it would definitely be enough to bring in new players.

Perhaps Wolfsburg, after its comprehensive upgrade, will still be able to maintain a certain level of competitiveness.

However, Dieter Hecking is certain that no matter how much Wolfsburg spends on new signings, they will never have a season as exciting as this one.

The 52-year-old looked out over the pitch, scanning the faces of every Wolfsburg player as if trying to memorize them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

He murmured something to himself and then walked over.

The Europa League awards ceremony is similar to that of the Bundesliga, but it is less prestigious than the Champions League and has budget constraints in various aspects.

By the time Qin Ming and his teammates changed their clothes and returned to the court, the podium had already been set up by the staff.

Qin Ming saw UEFA President: Michel Platini.

This is his third term.

This former football artist, who once joked that "if I can't play football anymore because of my big belly, then I can only become a politician," has become a controversial figure, just like during his playing days. He is now a figure of both praise and criticism.

Qin Ming had three main impressions of him.

The first was the dissolution of the G14 alliance, followed by the Stamford Bridge disaster, where the referee's numerous biased and malicious calls gifted Barcelona a victory—a dirty one that will go down in history.

The second is the Fiscal Fairness Act.

The third one is that people say Platini is Messi's godfather.

Qin Ming didn't look at it for long. He lined up with his teammates and received their medals one by one.

"Congratulations on breaking Europa League history!"

Platini peered at the boy in front of him through his glasses.

"Thank you."

Qin Ming responded with a smile.

"I wonder if you have a chance to break the record of winning the Europa League Golden Boot consecutively."

Platini added a sentence.

"That old man is cursing me to only play in the Europa League," Qin Ming cursed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. "Although the Europa League is good, I still want to participate in the Champions League. That's the arena for the world's top players."

"Yes, you're absolutely right. I wish you all the best in realizing your dreams. Maybe one day you'll be able to lift that trophy yourself."

Platini seemed to be thinking about something, and the smile on his lips grew even wider.

After everyone had received their medals, Tresch pulled Qin Ming and Ding Ding to the middle and placed the trophy in their hands. "I don't know if we'll ever have the chance to fight side by side, but you've both put in a lot of effort to win the team's first European title. Today, you're here to lift the trophy!"

"it is good!"

Seeing the seriousness in Tresch's eyes, Qin Ming did not refuse to grasp the trophy base, and exchanged a glance with De Bruyne.

Bang, bang, bang!

Fireworks and fireworks burst in unison, offering a dazzling celebration to the new Europa League champions.

"Wolfsburg!"

"We are the champions!"

Qin Ming and Ding Ding held up the trophy, and golden rain fell from the podium.

The Wolfsburg players jumped and danced amidst the confetti.

"They lifted the Europa League trophy!"

"The championship belongs to Wolfsburg, to Dietrich, to every Wolfsburg player, and to every Wolfsburg fan!"

"Congratulations to them!"

He Wei's voice came through CCTV's sports channel.

"This seemingly ordinary day has become a day of remembrance for the Wolfsburg players, who have come a long way from Liverpool to London, from Naples to Florence, and then to Warsaw, Poland, taking each step with determination!"

"Finally, they lifted the trophy they had dreamed of. This is the best reward for their hard work!"

"At this moment, I think countless Wolfsburg fans, and in many corners of the world, are cheering for this moment!"

"What makes me feel gratified is that we were able to witness and experience this meaningful moment in our lives together!"

"This is my happiness, and it's everyone's happiness!"

"For Qin Ming, this should only be the beginning. He has embarked on the path to the summit, but there is still a long way to go before reaching the top!"

"I wish him all the best in persevering and achieving his goals!"

He Wei concluded this season's Europa League with a few words.

(End of this chapter)