Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 171 Arsenal are in the lead! The Gunners' £90 million man scores a perfect goal with his left foot!

Courtside.

Alan Duppard looked smugly at the coach next door, but deep down he felt that a coach like Wenger was the kind of person he wanted to be.

Unfortunately, his experiences were completely contrary to this trait.

He played amateur football in his youth, and his main job was as a glassworker.

Later, in order to take on a project in central England, he didn't play football for half a year, but he still managed to make it to the top league thanks to his fierce and daring fighting spirit.

His story also touched many English people.

However, as he began to make enemies everywhere, lived in his own story, and frequently broke his promises to reporters, the club had to provide him with a media consultant.

He gradually became disliked by people.

Alan Duppa has been quite happy these past few years because his ideal self, Wenger, never won a championship.

It is undoubtedly a pathological mentality.

However, this season they have spent lavishly to sign the most talented young players, leading the media to believe that they have regained their title aspirations.

He started to feel jealous.

Arsène Wenger, sitting next door, ignored Alan Duppa's provocation.

He studied psychology.

The more you give this kind of person a chance, the more arrogant they will become.

Just ignore it like it's air.

Soon, Wenger walked to the command area and crossed two fingers.

"Arsenal's attacking line has changed; Qin Ming and Sanchez have switched positions!"

"Sanchez has returned to his familiar position and seems to be in better form, but Qin Ming, although he played on the right wing before, didn't perform particularly well!"

"Besides, he's a right-footed player, which makes it inconvenient for him to cut inside and shoot!"

"I wonder if these adjustments will be effective!"

Actually, it was quite effective. First of all, the layout of the Crystal Palace was disrupted by the two switching positions.

Secondly, Sanchez's form has improved.

This caused Crystal Palace to shift their defensive resources and reduce their focus on Qin Ming.

well.

This was exactly the effect Qin Ming wanted. He began to frequently make forward runs, looking for opportunities to threaten the goal.

Cazorla in midfield also focused his attention on the right side of the pitch.

The game went to the 35th minute.

Cazorla's long over-the-top pass bypassed Sorea and found Qin Ming.

"Prevent him from going to the bottom!"

Crystal Palace goalkeeper McCarthy yelled a reminder.

Upon hearing this, Sorea immediately quickened his pace and prepared to block the way.

Snap! Qin Ming faked a shot and then cut inside, tricking Sorea into sliding in and breaking through. He then took two steps to the outside of the penalty area and curled a nice arc with his left foot.

"WOW!" Arsenal fans in the away stands raised their hands, but seeing the ball go wide of the goal, they lowered their hands in utter disappointment.

"Shh!"

The shrill boos from Crystal Palace fans seemed to mock the Arsenal players and their highly anticipated number 10.

"Mr. Wenger's tactics are too casual, quickly switch them back!"

"Switching back is worthwhile! They can't break through our defenses; they can only suffer defeat here!"

"Even if Bernia were replaced, she could get in!"

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Crystal Palace fans pointed at the stadium and mocked.

Qin Ming, of course, couldn't hear clearly, but he wasn't too frustrated. Instead, he shouted to his teammates, "Again! Again! My feet are hot!"

No one can guarantee a 100% shot conversion rate.

So does he.

He had just tested Crystal Palace's defensive habits, and he believed that if he were given another chance, the outcome would definitely be different.

"it is good!"

Cazorla gave a simple answer.

Courtside.

Alan Duppa was still adding his own drama, while Wenger was lounging on the bench with his legs crossed.

"Crystal Palace have been very aggressive on the counter-attacks lately; it seems they want to take the lead before halftime?"

"By the way, if Crystal Palace can beat Arsenal, Alan Duppa will set a record as the manager with the most wins in Crystal Palace's Premier League history!"

"That's why we often see his exaggerated body language in the command area!"

"McArthur passed the ball back from midfield, and Kirkland pressed hard; he covered an even larger area than last season!"

"The Gunners made a steal in midfield!"

The commentator's voice suddenly rose, which cheered the fans up.

After Kirkland intercepted the ball, he didn't hold onto it. Knowing he wasn't good at organizing play, he quickly passed the ball to Cazorla.

The Spanish midfielder deliberately slowed down the pace.

He waited until Sanchez made a quick forward run and Crystal Palace's defensive formation shifted before sending out a similar long pass over the top.

"Shhh!!!"

Crystal Palace fans once again booed Arsenal's number 10.

Even Sorea relaxed his guard, only strictly guarding the outside and preventing Qin Ming from crossing from the byline.

Just when everyone thought the attack was going to end in failure.

Qin Ming made a move!

The red and white hem of his clothes fluttered slightly in the wind. He feinted, then suddenly cut inward.

Sorea instinctively followed, but before he could react, he heard a sharp whooshing sound.

An exaggerated arc is drawn above Selhurst Stadium.

In the blink of an eye, the trajectory reached its end, which was the narrow space at a ninety-degree angle where the goalpost and the pillar met.

Swish! The sound of the soccer ball hitting the net was captured by the close-up sound recording system.

0-1! ! !

"Qin! Look at his acceleration, it's like a bolt of lightning!"

"He left Sorea behind!"

"Shoot!"

"He kicked a perfect arc!"

"It was like cutting open the Crystal Palace with a burnt knife—like cutting butter!"

"Ten points! Arsenal are in the lead! The Gunners' £90 million man has scored a perfect goal with his left foot!"

BBC commentator Alistair Bruce-Bauer roared.

The boos from Crystal Palace fans vanished instantly, replaced by cheers from Arsenal fans.

"Yeah!!!" The red and white sea of ​​the away stands surged wildly under the sun.

This is the goal they've been dreaming of!

Although I was a little late, I finally arrived!

All they have to do is cheer and cheer!
"We can't break through your defense, but we can get past your goal!"

"Damn Crystal Palace, prepare for your 12th defeat since 1994!"

"We will never lose in Selhurst!"

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Arsenal fans returned the taunts to their opponents.

On the field, under the bright August sun in London, Qin Ming raised his hands to embrace the sun.

His sunny smile is also captivating.

In a corner of the home stadium stands, there was a group of beautiful girls.

"I feel like I'm seeing David!"

Bernia's eyes were glazed over.

"We are the Crystal Cheerleaders," a girl next to me reminded me.

Who says Crystal cheerleaders have to cheer for Crystal?

Bernia seemed to have traveled back in time to her childhood, clutching her chest as she spoke.

It wasn't that she fell in love with Qin Ming at first sight.

It was just that peculiar feeling that captivated her. Cheerleader: "."

Well, that makes sense, and they all looked at Qin Ming, agreeing with Bernia.

He's really handsome.

Unaware of the Crystal Palace cheerleaders' betrayal, Qin Ming was still enjoying the praise from Arsenal fans and the silence from Crystal Palace fans.

"Qin! That's your golden left foot! You executed a perfect arc!"

Arsenal players hugged him.

"That's Qin for you! He can still score even after switching from the left to the right!"

Giroud added a sentence.

Looking at his overjoyed teammates, Qin Ming's smile deepened.

"Let's get one in! They like to boo, don't they? Let them boo all they want!"

He raised his hand and shouted.

On the sidelines, Alan Dupa seemed to have his throat choked up, unable to even utter a reprimand to his players.

That curved shot shattered his hopes of setting a new club record and made him feel utterly humiliated in front of Wenger.

Think back to how he was jumping around just now.

If you can achieve victory, then it's the winner's dance.

But what if you lose?

It's the clown.

Even though Wenger was celebrating with his assistant coach at that moment, he felt that Wenger was deliberately ignoring him.

"Boss! Qin's left foot, like his right, has been enchanted!"

Pat Rice exclaimed in surprise.

“I think so too!” Wenger smiled broadly.

The Crystal Palace players are unhappy.

They looked at each other, somewhat bewildered. Wasn't it said that Qin Ming's left foot was average and his shots weren't a big threat?

What is the job of a team's data management personnel?
But what puzzled them even more was how to defend against it.

The Crystal Palace players looked toward the sidelines, but Alan Dupa was still thinking and couldn't give them the right instructions.

Therefore, when the game restarted, Arsenal immediately took control of the tempo.

Crystal Palace were pinned down in their own half and unable to move.

If there hadn't been so little time left in the first half, Arsenal would probably have scored at least one goal.

"Halftime saved Crystal Palace!"

"Now they should be thinking about how to deal with Wenger's swap!"

"Sanchez on the left is getting hotter and hotter, and Qin Ming and the others on the right can't stop him either. I think victory is already out of reach for Selhurst!"

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"Hello everyone! The second half has begun. Has Crystal Palace found a solution yet?!"

"no!"

"Arsenal played very proactively, clearly not satisfied with a one-goal lead. Bellerin made a quick run down the wing, played a one-two with Qin Ming, and then cut the ball back!"

With the continuous attacks from the gunners on the field, Crystal Palace's lineup was severely compressed.

Qin Ming received a pass from Bellerin and immediately attempted a chip shot.

This prompted Delaney and Soare to hastily block the way.

But amidst the panicked looks of the two players, he passed the ball straight to Giroud inside the penalty area with his left foot.

The opportunity is coming!

Giroud's eyes seemed to light up. He took half a step to the side and fired a shot!

"Goal!!!"

The drawn-out final note echoed in the ears of Arsenal fans.

Selhurst Stadium was once again transformed into a sea of ​​red and white.

Alan Duppar returned to the coaching bench dejectedly, unsure how to adjust the situation.

In the corner flag area, Giroud imitated Dost, making a shoe-shining celebration gesture.

"Qin! That through ball was brilliant! I've been playing here for years and I've never received a pass like that!"

Giroud's words made the Arsenal players' faces darken.

Especially Cazorla, Ramsey, and others, who thought that whoever feeds them is their mother.

But then I thought about it again and it didn't seem like a problem.

Qin Ming's passing often has a prerequisite: attracting a large number of defensive players to create the most comfortable ball-handling environment for his teammates in front.

They rely more on space.

"Hector's overlapping runs and Alexis's positioning were both very important!"

Qin Ming knew that the key to maintaining relationships with teammates was to share.

Whether it's honor, merit, or anything else.

Sure enough, Sanchez and the others smiled. Putting everything else aside for now, these words were very pleasant to hear.

After taking a two-goal lead, Arsenal continued to add weight to the balance.

The 75th minute of the game.

Sanchez, on his familiar left flank, dribbled past Zaha and Ward in succession and ended the game with a high-quality shot.

0-3! ! !

Then Wenger began making substitutions, with Chamberlain replacing Ramsey and Arteta replacing Qin Ming.

After years of late-season collapses.

Wenger understands that fatigue management must be implemented diligently from the very beginning.

Hasn't this already begun?

"Another goal scored! Well done today!"

Arteta patted Qin Ming on the shoulder and said.

"Mikel, you have to keep it up too, don't hold me back."

Qin Ming made a joke.

"Don't worry!" Arteta said very seriously.

As he passed the coach's bench, Qin Ming said familiarly, "Mr. Wenger, you know the fans have high expectations for me, so I hope I can play more next time, at least so that I can achieve my first brace in England sooner."

"An even more challenging competition awaits you in seven days."

Wenger smiled.

"Liverpool is definitely a challenge for me, and it reminds me of my time in Germany."

Qin Ming felt that Liverpool was more to his liking than Crystal Palace, because he knew many people in Liverpool.

Klopp, of course, needs no further introduction.

Firmino, Coutinho, and Benteke.

Qin Ming had long wanted to test his skills against these individuals.

Arsenal played very steadily after the substitution, and their passing and possession prevented Crystal Palace from creating any opportunities, simply wasting the remaining time.

Beep-beep-beep!
Congratulations to Arsenal on their victory in the second round of the Premier League!

"Look at how excited the Arsenal fans are! On paper, the Gunners should have won easily! But they wasted a lot of time until Qin scored the winning goal!"

"But I think that's understandable, considering they spent £9000 million to buy the most expensive player on the planet!"

"He deserves to perform like this!"

"Oh! Look at the afternoon sun shining on Qin's face, it reminds me of David Beckham! David scored an unforgettable long-range shot, and Qin scored a perfect chip shot! They both have bright futures!"

"A handsome black-haired boy with a mesmerizing smile—I think this story will only get better in the future!"

BBC commentator Alistair Bruce Ball gave his assessment.

The press conference will be held in half an hour.

Alan Dupa was forced to miss the game; the club wouldn't let him participate, fearing he would damage Crystal Palace's image.

It's worth noting that the number of Chinese fans surged after Qin Ming joined the Premier League.

Their team once had Fan Zhiyi, so they can naturally get a share of the attention, but if Alan Dupa talks nonsense, the consequences will be unimaginable.

When Wenger heard the news, he made a typical English joke.

“I’m glad Alan Dupa didn’t punch me today. You know, back in January 2014, he headbutted Hull City player Meller in the face.”

"I just feel it's not fair for a 52-year-old to fight a 25-year-old."

"Finally, this victory is very important to us; it proves that we are on the right track."

(End of this chapter)