Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 166 Chelsea's Provocation! Arsenal's Counterattack! Qin Ming's Goal That Kills the Game!

"Keep the ball out from the backfield simple. Don't habitually go to the wings. If you lose possession, it will create the worst situation. Move forward quickly from the middle!"

Wenger, standing on the sidelines, gestured and called Ramsey over.

"That was my problem."

Ramsey was filled with regret, because he hesitated for half a second and allowed Arsenal to concede a goal.

"Don't talk about these things now, just do what you're supposed to do."

Wenger's calm tone seemed to have a soothing power.

After the game restarts.

Chelsea continued their previous rhythm, relentlessly pressing and intercepting Arsenal players in midfield, forcing them into mistakes.

In this situation, you need someone who can hold onto the ball.

Who?
Cazorla and Qin Ming.

Both players possess exquisite footwork, but the former is slightly lacking in physical strength.

Therefore, Qin Ming had more control of the ball.

The 61th minute of the game.

Qin Ming received a pass from Kirkland, and Ivanovic rushed over, using a move that was almost a foul to barely clear the ball out of bounds.

"Branislav did a great job! Tackle him hard, make him afraid to touch the ball!"

"If you're not afraid of getting hurt, then we'll let you get hurt!"

"You little brat from the Bundesliga who came to the Premier League, don't think you can challenge a great team just because you won a few games in the preseason!"

"Hey! We were champions before you came to the Premier League! Now, go and be a loser!"

The stands near the sideline were the Chelsea fans' area, where they were wearing blue jerseys, mouths agape, and frantically trying to intimidate their opponents in various ways.

Inspired by the fans, Ivanovic was reminded of the Chinese full-back Chelsea signed.

Ah!
No one can replace him!
Qin Ming listened to all those words, but made no attempt to refute them, because he was used to waiting until he scored to launch a counterattack.

After all, it's more fun to engage in a war of words when you're in a favorable position.

As for Ivanovic...

Serbia's iron gates on the flanks, but that's a thing of the past.

I want to give him a little shock from a minor.

"Nacho!"

Qin Ming took the throw-in from Monreal, feeling the impact coming from behind, and controlled the ball with his chest before continuously flicking it upwards.

The unseen movement seemed to say: Come and take it!

The spinning football, illuminated by the sun, seemed to have its patterns become even clearer.

"Kick down this arrogant Arsenal number 10!"

"If you dare to play like this in England, you're as good as dead!"

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Chelsea fans felt insulted.

Ivanovic was burning with rage; his anger, fueled by instigation, made him stretch out his foot to kick the ball.

*Thwack!* The crisp sound of the ball being struck rang out again, and the football traced an arc in the air.

Qin Ming turned around using Ivanovic as the pivot, stopped the ball with his thigh, and was about to sprint with the ball when he felt his jersey collar being pulled.

Thud! As he lost his balance and fell to the ground, he heard the referee's whistle.

"Yellow card! Obstructing the team with the ball from launching an advantageous attack!"

Today's referee is Andre Marriner.

Although he wasn't one of the "Four Blind Men" in the Premier League, in March 2014, Wenger made his 1000th game in charge of Arsenal, in a match against Chelsea.

Chamberlain blocked Hazard's shot with his hand.

Marina misjudged Gibbs and sent him off.

From then on, he earned the nickname: Level 10 face blindness!
After getting up, Qin Ming didn't even look at Ivanovic. He could sense the opponent's desire to steal the ball, and he would take advantage of that.

He often did this when he was in Wolfsburg.

However, before returning to his position, he glanced at the Chelsea fans.

The things these people say are really annoying.

No wonder England fans are so vocal in their verbal sparring; in a real fight, 2000 English men couldn't beat 100 Russian men.

"Andre Marriner is face-blind, not blind. His refereeing standards are among the strictest in the Premier League!"

"Ivanovic receives the first yellow card of the match!"

"Arsenal didn't try to cross the ball into the box from their free kicks in the attacking third; Chelsea's aerial defense is too strong!"

"Reorganize possession!"

Arsenal wanted to slow down the pace of the game, but Chelsea pressed harder, trying to win the ball back in the midfield and launch counter-attacks.

Ramsey, Kirkland, and others gradually felt the pressure.

The pairing of two defensive midfielders, one of whom is not good at ball control, made them feel like they were gradually losing control when facing the pressure from Hazard, Fabregas and Willian.

"Francis!"

Qin Ming noticed this sign and decisively retreated to support his teammates.

His arrival has indeed relieved the pressure on Arsenal's midfield and defense.

But when he received the pass from his teammate again, Ivanovic followed closely, like a persistent leech.

The Serbs have gone mad!
With such forward pressure, aren't you afraid of getting beaten?
Qin Ming saw that there was enough space for a horse to run behind Ivanovic.

The thought of passing the ball vanished from my mind at that moment.

As the distance between the two players rapidly closed, tension gradually spread throughout Wembley Stadium.

"Mine!" The Serbian lunged forward and intercepted the ball.

Qin Ming's dribbling rhythm subtly changed, showing no sign of changing direction or passing the ball, but instead he casually stepped on the ball with his right foot.

What do you mean?
Arsenal fans are baffled.

But the next second, Wembley Stadium erupted in uproar, with gasps and screams filling the air!
Qin Ming lightly pushed forward with his right foot.

Take a stroll.

It's as casual as getting up in the morning and crossing an empty zebra crossing.

Football moves as you please!

Emerging from between the legs of a terrified Ivanovic, the Seville player instinctively reached out in a panic, only to realize he was carrying a yellow card.

A moment's hesitation.

Qin Ming swept past him, his agile figure accelerating.

Galloping across Chelsea's spacious left flank.

"King!!!"

Arsenal fans were overwhelmed at that moment, their mouths agape in disbelief, subconsciously prompting them to shout.

What kind of operation is this?
They stared intently at Kuang Biao's figure, trying to see his every move clearly.

The Chelsea fans, who had been so arrogant just moments before, all fell silent, silently praying that Cahill could end Arsenal's attack.

Two years ago, he was considered England's best center-back, but now he frequently makes careless mistakes.

For example, the current standing position is on the outside.

Upon noticing this, Qin Ming changed direction like a folding knife, dribbling past Cahill on the edge of the penalty area.

His indifferent gaze swept over Courtois and Terry, who was two meters away, before he made a slight adjustment and volleyed the ball to the left!
Bang! The Belgian reacted quickly and had a longer reach than the average goalkeeper.

However, even so, he was still powerless to help.

Swish! The football was intercepted by the white net after it blasted into the Chelsea goal.

"Is this the moment?!"

"Qin beats Ivanovic And now he shoots!"

"Goal!!!"

"What a player!"

"The commentator, Layton Dickinson, shouted excitedly."

"That was a perfect goal! Wembley has reached a climax, this year's Community Shield has been amazing!"

"Qin, who joined Arsenal for 90 million pounds! He proved one thing with his outstanding performance: he's fucking worth the price!"

Leighton Dickinson had seen too much industrialized football, too much speed and power, and was tired of players who were like machines.

Players with such unique charm allow him to retain his beautiful fantasies about football.

While the crowds were reveling at Wembley Stadium, The Cock Tavern bar became a sea of ​​beer and cheers, accompanied by the commentator's drawn-out monologue.

“Nothing can stop us!” Bertrand Carlson hugged Holden David, and everyone’s face was beaming with excitement.

The Arsenal players raised their beer glasses towards the television, where Arsenal's number 10, standing in the center of the screen, was running with his index finger lightly waving in the sunlight below the Chelsea fans' stands. Was he provoking them?

Well done!

"Let's see the Arsenal showing them how!"

Now let Arsenal teach them a lesson!

Bertrand Carlson started singing.

At Wembley Stadium, the Arsenal players did the same, responding to Chelsea fans with extremely humiliating lyrics.

Qin Ming had been scolded so many times, but he just pursed his lips and didn't say anything, only shaking his index finger with a smile.

But this made it even harder for Chelsea fans to accept.

"Damn bastard, I've already told you, you're provoking a great team!"

Don't think the Community Shield is everything!

"You will never win the championship! You will never win the championship!"

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Qin Ming responded this time, but not to Chelsea fans; instead, he addressed Arsenal fans.

One of the young men understood immediately.

"Keep telling us we''re boring - we''ll just keep on scoring now!"

Keep saying our game was boring! We'll shut you up with our goals!
Qin Ming smiled broadly upon hearing this.

what is this?
This is a mouth double!

I really helped him vent his anger!
"Qin! What kind of new celebration is this? How can it even connect with the fans?!"

Giroud was amazed.

"So this is how you can play football!"

Cazorla also repeatedly expressed his admiration.

Even Sanchez nodded in agreement.

Courtside.

"Boss! Did you see what just happened? What do you think Mourinho is thinking? Oh well, who cares!"

Former Arsenal captain Pat Rice has rediscovered his form.

“Pat, of course I saw it, I saw it very clearly!”

"That's why I asked him to come here!"

Wenger stood with his arms crossed and his eyes blazing.

At this moment, his white shirt and red tie complemented his Arsenal teammates on the pitch.

What is Mourinho next door thinking?
His exaggerated body language caused his short-sleeved shirt to become wrinkled, making him look a little disheveled compared to Wenger's neat shirt.

"How many times have I told you, football isn't a game of sticking out your feet, it's about the body!"

"What are you thinking if you don't use your body for defense?"

Mourinho roared at Ivanovic.

He can accept the Community Shield defeat because it's a meaningless competition, but he can't accept the players' performance and that Arsenal scored three goals against them!

The Chelsea players, who had been reprimanded, lowered their heads, with Hazard even holding his thighs with both hands, clearly indicating that his stamina was in critical condition.

As Dieter Hecking said.

Once a team wins a championship, they are no longer at 100% performance, but rather at 90%.

Like a bottle of soda.

If you unscrew the cap for a while, the amount of gas will decrease.

That's Chelsea for you.

Ivanovic stared blankly up at the glaring tactics board.

3-1!

He not only became a background character, but also a villain in the team's history.

"There are still 20 minutes left in regulation time, we still have a chance to tie the game, don't just stand there."

Putting aside his character, Terry's mental attributes are truly top-notch.

He even used his head to get out of a predicament once.

Just four months ago, his teammate Cech suffered a fractured skull after being kicked.

His encouragement had no effect.

In any case, Chelsea's form never recovered after the game restarted.

"Wenger made his adjustments, with Arteta replacing Ramsey and Walcott replacing Giroud."

"Strengthen the defense while increasing the speed of counter-attacks."

“It’s a very reasonable arrangement.”

Zhang Lu strongly agrees with this adjustment.

Before long, Mourinho couldn't sit still any longer. Seeing the chaotic rhythm on the field, he substituted Oscar for Ramirez and Zouma for Azpilicueta.

Oscar's introduction did improve Chelsea's playmaking.

Qin Ming played exceptionally well today, dribbling past Ivanovic as soon as he got the ball, while Sanchez on the right wing also made several sharp attacks.

And Walcott.

With a few speedy players positioned forward, Chelsea fans would feel a jolt of fear every time they lost possession.

They can only passively defend.

Having finally found an opportunity to fight back, Falcao lost his way and became that sick tiger again.

This makes Mourinho miss Diego Costa very much.

According to a poll by The Sun, nearly 85% of fans believe Diego Costa is the dirtiest player in the Premier League, capable of disrupting the opponent's defense with various methods.

Verbal sarcasm, provocation, ridicule, and various petty actions.

If Diego Costa were playing, Arsenal wouldn't have had such a comfortable game today; on the contrary, the chaos in the backfield might have led to the collapse of their attacking system.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in the world.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and as the match neared its end, the Arsenal anthem echoed through Wembley Stadium.

"The Arsenal! The Arsenal!"

"Good old Arsenal!"

"We're proud to say that name!"

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The Great and Ancient Arsenal

Despite its solemn name, the melody is actually quite playful.

There's even a rap section in the middle.

The song seemed to become a lullaby, eroding the Chelsea players' fighting spirit and making it difficult for them to mount an effective counterattack.

The 93th minute of the game.

Hazard's unsuccessful breakthrough was intercepted by Arteta, causing Mourinho to pound a chair on the sidelines.

Another opportunity was wasted.

Wenger, with his arms crossed and his neatly ironed white shirt, exuded an air of refined elegance.

In the final stages of stoppage time.

Qin Ming received the ball and noticed that Ivanovic wasn't pressing him, and Oscar next to him also seemed indifferent. He lost interest in attacking and passed the ball back to Kirkland.

Then the referee blew his whistle, signaling the end of the Community Shield final.

The score displayed on the LED scoreboard sent Arsenal fans into a frenzy of cheers.

ARS 3-1 CHE
A near-perfect victory.

And their biggest contributor, the man with 90 million pounds, was also named by them.

"King!!!"

Inside the LeSports broadcast room.

The match is over!

"Let's congratulate Arsenal on successfully defending their Community Shield title!"

"Qin Ming scored twice in this match, netting two spectacular goals and also providing a De Bruyne-esque assist!"

"100% participation rate in goals!"

"This is his answer sheet for his first official match for Arsenal!"

(End of this chapter)