Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 165 We're going to do it, Courtois! Like the raging torrents of the Amazon! A meeting of predecessors and successors!

"Stop him! Stop him!"

Terry roared at the top of his lungs.

Ramirez gritted his teeth and continued to chase, but the difference in height between the two was too great, and he could only pin his hopes on captain Terry.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that Ramirez couldn't catch up, Terry had no choice but to abandon Giroud and aggressively push forward.

He wants to cut off Arsenal's attack at its source.

Suddenly, Qin Ming changed his dribbling style, which surprised and alarmed Terry, who quickly increased his speed to intercept the ball.

Courtois, standing guard in front of the gate, was also on high alert.

The fans at the stadium seemed to sense an impending storm.

Mourinho frowned deeply, his head practically bouncing into the pitch.

Under the spotlight.

With a decisiveness that was out of character for Arsenal, Qin Ming looked intently at the left side of the goal and swung his right leg for a low shot.

Bang! A dull thud rang out as the football flew close to the grass.

This made all the fans in the stadium feel as if they were seeing Hazard's shot just now.

But unlike a few minutes ago, it wasn't Cech in front of Chelsea's goal; it was Courtois.

The Belgian goalkeeper fell faster.

However, his initial position was too poor, and his focus was on defending the near post, so even when he stretched his body to the maximum, he still didn't touch the ball at all.

2-0! ! !

"In again!"

"My goodness! After Monreal's through ball, I thought Arsenal was going to pass it back, after all, they've been playing a very complicated game!"

"But Qin Ming accelerated past Ramirez and even took a shot right in front of Terry, breaking through Courtois's defenses!"

"What a goal that wins with speed!"

"I think Arsenal needs to simplify things and let Qin Ming pierce through the opponent's defense like an arrow!"

Zhan Jun's voice echoed in the ears of Arsenal fans in the country.

When the camera switches to an overhead view.

"Oh!!!" Under the blazing sun, Wembley Stadium erupted in cheers even more enthusiastic than the sun itself, as tens of thousands of Arsenal fans formed a frenzied, surging red and white wave.

On the pitch, Qin Ming scored his first official goal in his Arsenal career. He sprinted to the corner flag and made a "9" gesture in front of the camera.

£9000 million!
I'll tell you that this record-breaking transfer fee will be Arsenal's most worthwhile deal of the century.

"Qin! Your pace is like the raging torrents of the Amazon!"

Giroud started with a French compliment.

Cazorla nodded in agreement; in that situation, he would have chosen to fight back.

But Qin Ming's sudden acceleration caught them off guard, and Chelsea's defense also caught off guard.

This immediately gave Qin Ming a shooting opportunity.

"Good job!"

Sanchez didn't hold back his praise, speaking from the heart.

He could feel that their attacking rhythm had quickened considerably since they were kicking Qin Ming around him, which made him feel even more comfortable and at ease.

"Why do I suddenly feel like being a combat engineer isn't so bad?"

Sanchez had an idea that he found hard to believe.

"Let's take that damn Community Shield title!"

Mertesacker, wearing the captain's armband, clenched his fist and roared.

Not far away, Terry stood with his hands on his hips, looking extremely helpless. Last season, he became Chelsea's player with the most appearances in the Premier League, but he also felt his competitive form declining over time.

He was a beat too slow in his interception and couldn't stop Qin Ming from shooting.

This is his responsibility.

Courtois even pounded the goalpost a few times, seemingly complaining that it hadn't blocked the ball.

"It's okay, we still have 45 minutes, enough time to tie or take the lead."

Matic said something that was hardly comforting.

Judging from the first half of the game, it was clear that Arsenal were in better form.

In addition, there was Qin Ming, whom they were unfamiliar with.

The sudden increase in pace was so unexpected.

And coincidentally, their lineup is rather bulky.

They were restrained.

"I overestimated Loïc's role in the counter-attack!"

Mourinho walked to the bench, looked at Falcao and said, "Warm up at halftime and come on at the start of the second half. We can't continue like this."

He then returned to the bench and sat down, his gaze sweeping over the Arsenal players, but lingering on Qin Ming for the longest time.

the other side.

Wenger was no longer as excited as before, and clapped gently with a smile.

transmission.

Besides Qin Ming's boundless imagination and astonishingly delicate skills, what he valued most was Qin Ming's control over rhythm.

This may be the result of being subtly influenced by his partnership with Tintin in Wolfsburg.

Although he's currently only going fast, Qin Ming isn't good at slowing down the pace.

But Arsenal excels at it.

When it comes to playing slow-paced football, there's no other team in the Premier League that can surpass them.

Under Mourinho's direction, Chelsea intensified their pressing and showed Qin Ming more respect.

Willian dropped deep to participate in the defense, assisting Ramirez and Ivanovic.

The first half ended very quickly.

Beep!
Qin Ming stopped in his tracks, looked up at the bright sun, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

As a result, not much sweat was wiped off, but white crystals and salt stains came off.

"The intensity and pace of the Premier League are indeed higher than those of the Bundesliga."

Qin Ming took the water bottle from Giroud.

"Absolutely, and there's no winter break. Around Christmas, after playing a whole game, I'm exhausted."

Ramsey laughed.

Last season, he covered the most distance in the team besides Flamini.

He ran 6 kilometers in the first 45 minutes.

"The intensity of the confrontation is not too bad."

Qin Ming was surprised that he didn't experience the intensity of the Premier League after arriving in it.

It's probably because of my technical characteristics that the Bundesliga teams have been putting me under intense pressure, with all the physical challenges being pushed to the limit, which is why I feel like this now.

"Your core strength is relatively strong."

Sanchez suddenly blurted out a sentence.

During his training, he would always compare himself to Qin Ming, and eventually came to many harsh conclusions.

"That's right! Eight-pack abs!"

Qin Ming even lifted his shirt to show everyone.

"Alright, lads, you played well in the first half, scoring two goals against Chelsea. I think you must be quite surprised."

"But this is our current strength; you don't need to doubt yourselves." "Let's talk about the second half."

Wenger is like a teacher giving a lesson, writing and drawing on the tactics board.

"Finally, we can strengthen our defense appropriately. We also played counter-attacking football last season, so we should just follow the training plan."

By the way, Qin, you have a lot of tactical freedom. I think teaching you how to play is itself a form of restriction.

Wenger had previously spoken with Dieter Hecking about how to unlock Qin Ming's potential.

The Wolfsburg coach only gave one sentence.

Let him play football freely, and he will surprise you.

Wenger saw this today, so naturally he'll increase his efforts and give Mourinho a scare.

"Yes, Mr. Wenger."

Qin Ming smiled happily.

He knew coming to Arsenal was the right decision. It would have been difficult for him to play according to his own ideas if he had gone to Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Manchester City, or Chelsea.

In another changing room.

"We've beaten Arsenal for so many years, and we've never lost a game to Wenger!"

"Will this record be broken today?"

"No! I will not agree, and I think you will too!"

"Show me some manly spirit in the second half. Football isn't a gentleman's game; only thugs win. So make Arsenal's number 10, that 17-year-old kid, afraid of the ball the moment he gets it!"

Mourinho's angry voice rang in the ears of every Chelsea player.

Like Klopp, he is very good at motivating people, but he also has the same problem.

Too much chicken blood will cause immunity.

In addition, his tactics emphasize forwards tracking back to defend, which naturally causes talented players to lose their motivation over time.

For example, Hazard is currently very weak.

He also likes to criticize players, which is supposed to be a form of guidance, but while players from 10 years ago could accept it, today's young players can't stand it.

However, he has only been back at Chelsea for two seasons, and the players and owners can still tolerate his personality.

It's not impossible to endure a few more seasons.

The prerequisite is that there are achievements.

Mourinho himself is well aware of this, so even if the Community Shield is a minor trophy, he still hopes to win it.

Terry, as captain, also said a few words, which boosted the morale of the Chelsea players.

15 minutes passed quickly.

"Come on you Arsenal - yeah you''re the Hot Stuff!"

“Keep The Blue Flag Fly High!”

The second half began amidst the cheers of the fans from both teams.

Chelsea didn't park the bus after the kickoff; what team that's behind would go all out to defend? On the contrary, Arsenal's formation actively retreated.

Chelsea made the first substitution, with Falcao replacing Remy.

"It looks like Chelsea and Arsenal swapped jerseys."

"But in reality, Arsenal started to become more pragmatic in January of this year, and even beat Manchester City to briefly return to the top of the Premier League table."

"This may be a shift in Wenger's football philosophy."

"The reason for this situation is quite simple."

"In the 2013-14 season, Arsenal played a high-possession, artistic style of football. As a result, when the two full-backs pushed forward, they left huge gaps on the flanks. Mertesacker's slow turning speed was repeatedly exploited by the opponents. The series of defeats and the fans' defection were a true reflection of the Gunners at that time."

"Now Arsenal's strategy is very clear: when counter-attacking is in their favor, they will choose to give up possession and retreat to defend."

“When defending, their defensive line drops very deep. The full-backs no longer make big runs forward and are difficult to recover as they were last season. Monreal and Bellerin are more often closely marking the opposing strikers in front of them, preventing them from penetrating freely.”

“In midfield, Coquelin doesn’t like to make runs from deep like Arteta, and Wenger knows that his footwork is mediocre, so he just lets him do his defensive job.”

"In this match, he became a strong shield in front of the two center-backs, and did an excellent job of limiting Fabregas. Not to mention Ramsey and Cazorla, who actively tracked back and constantly switched positions on the left, center and right flanks to try to create local numerical advantages for the opposing attacking players, doing their best to limit Chelsea's advance."

As expected of a veteran Premier League commentator, Zhan Jun succinctly explained the situation and the reasons for the two teams' performance in such a nutshell.

"Hehe! It's just that Arsenal hasn't gotten used to quick ball distribution and fast counter-attacks yet, but their counter-attack strategy has improved significantly."

"Wow! What I said came true!"

Zhang Lu laughed.

Just as Fabregas was about to pass the ball, he was double-teamed by Ramsey and Kirkland, who showed no mercy to the traitor.

After returning to England from Spain, the former Arsenal prodigy seemed to have lost his former spirited mindset and skills.

Thud! The muffled sound from the close-up sound system was the result of a violent collision.

Fabregas stumbled and Ramsey snatched possession of the ball.

Ramsey made his old mistake after intercepting the ball: he didn't pass it forward immediately, and Hazard poked the ball away from him.

In the blink of an eye, possession of the ball changed hands several times.

This time, Hazard didn't cut inside. Instead, he slightly shifted his weight to trick Bellerin into making a tackle, and then dribbled towards the byline.

*Thud!* A half-high cross into the penalty area drew gasps from Chelsea fans.

In the shot.

Before Lewandowski's rise, he was the best center forward; before Suarez, he was the third best player in La Liga; the mighty tiger lunges forward to head the ball.

Bang! This header was fast and powerful, leaving Cech with no time to react.

2-1! ! !

Chelsea have pulled one back!

"The goal was scored by Falcao, a striker on loan from Monaco during the summer transfer window, for which Chelsea paid 700 million euros!"

"Speaking of Falcao, he was the only player from outside Real Madrid and Barcelona in the 2012 La Liga Team of the Week!"

"Compared to top strikers of his era like Suarez and Van Persie, almost all of his skills are focused on scoring!"

"His unparalleled ability to shoot with both feet, his mastery of various shooting techniques, his incredibly accurate heading skills, his almost manic aggressiveness in attacking the ball, coupled with his explosive power, makes him nothing short of a hungry tiger descending from the mountain!"

"If it weren't for the knee injury that sidelined him for the entire season last year, with James Rodriguez and his Colombian team, they might have gone even further!"

Wembley Stadium.

Falcao pounded his chest wildly, venting his joy after scoring the goal.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Chelsea players also ran over to celebrate, it seems it wasn't that they weren't good enough, but rather that Remy was just too bad.

"Keep playing like this! Until we equalize and take the lead!"

Terry roared furiously, spittle flying everywhere.

"That kid broke your record, so give him a defeat in return and let him know that the Premier League is not an easy place to play!"

Ramirez also shouted.

Falcao then realized that his Europa League single-season goal record had been broken by that 17-year-old in the distance with unimaginable dominance.

He clenched his fists instinctively.

He faced a lot of criticism after injuring his knee and was loaned to Manchester United last season, where he barely scored any goals.

People are saying that the fierce tiger has turned into a sick cat.

But today he will use a goal, a victory, to tell the world that he is back.

Noticing the Chelsea players' gazes, Qin Ming helplessly spread his hands, "Am I some kind of bad person? Why do I always run into trouble wherever I go?"

"The strong will always become the target of others' competition."

Giroud's flattery skills are improving much faster than his football skills.

(End of this chapter)