Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 190 Arsenal's poetic passing and goal! We're not on the same level! Martial breaks through the defense!

Emirates Stadium.

It was as if the scene from the previous scene was being played on a loop in people's minds.

The ball was controlled with the chest, followed by a bicycle kick—the movement was breathtakingly beautiful.

De Gea, who had made four previous saves, also surrendered to this shot.

Their nemesis, Manchester United, was completely outmatched.

"Come on, Arsenal!" The gunmen's chants never stopped.

On the field, Qin Ming was tackled by his teammates who rushed over, and they celebrated the goal that broke the deadlock.

The substitutes' bench was also filled with jubilation.

Every Arsenal player felt the same pride at that moment.

They've only won two games in all these years, but since tonight their offense and defense have changed. Manchester United are on the decline, while they are on the rise.

"What a beautiful goal! I wonder if the Arsenal fans who woke up this morning expected this to happen?"

Autumn has arrived, and Wenger wore a black suit over his white shirt, complete with a striking red tie.

"They'll never expect this! But I believe they'll have sweet dreams tonight!"

Pat Rice looked up at the electronic screen, which was showing a slow-motion replay of the goal.

To be honest, he had seen similar scenes countless times during those tedious and boring training sessions every day.

But when the image in your mind overlaps with the image on the screen, coupled with the cheers of Arsenal fans in your ears, it gives you a feeling of a dream come true.

"Qin is always able to apply what he learns from training to the competition."

Pat Rice continued to express his feelings.

"So he's a combination of pragmatism and idealism?" Wenger smiled.

The other side was filled with silence.

Van Gaal felt as if he had been slapped in the face. It hadn't even been two hours since he told Qin Ming to go to the circus.

But Qin Ming breached the goal of the team he coached in this way.

In particular, when he saw Qin Ming run down to the stands and the arrogant expression on his face amidst the cheers, he was reminded of a terrible memory.

He is a proud man.

So he didn't want to live in Cruyff's shadow, but he never escaped that shadow even during his playing days.

Four years ago, he was preparing to return to Ajax to coach, but Cruyff filed a lawsuit against him, which stopped him in court.

"The combination of team football and superstar players is wrong."

Van Gaal kept repeating it to himself.

He then strode to the command area, called Schweinsteiger over, and told him how to make the adjustments, being very meticulous in every step.

"His coaching style is like militarism."

Wenger chuckled softly upon seeing this, then sat back down on the coach's bench and crossed his legs.

Compared to Van Gaal, he believed in the role of superstar players and was willing to give them tactical freedom.

The combination of the whole and the individual now seems to be the right thing to do.

Over there, Schweinsteiger relayed Van Gaal's words, leaving the Manchester United players feeling genuinely breathless.

Anyone under a strong desire for control is the same.

"Be decisive when you're defending. Don't let them advance into the 30-meter zone, or try to pass the ball into the open space in the penalty area."

De Gea isn't usually one to complain, but Qin Ming's goal made him break down a bit.

"Keep going! Keep going! There's still plenty of time."

Carrick, as a veteran, stepped up to encourage his teammates.

However, the results were mediocre.

When the game resumed, the camera left the stadium and moved to the away stands.

Sir Alex Ferguson was wearing glasses and his face was redder than before.

This is a sign that he is angry.

If he were standing on the bench, he would have already turned on the hairdryer and asked the Manchester United players if they still wanted to play.

This Manchester United team has nothing to offer that's praiseworthy.

There was no desire for victory, no pursuit of honor, no teamwork, no single-point breakthroughs, and so on.

How did I become like this when I only retired a few years ago?

"They're absolutely outrageous!"

Neville, being adept at reading people's expressions, didn't comfort Ferguson but instead joined in the cursing.

"Sigh, if Manchester United could produce a few more of you."

Ferguson sighed, his gaze lowered as he looked at Arsenal's number 10.

He heard about the club's transfer plans during the summer transfer window.

They pursued Qin Ming with all their might.

The Glazer family's habitual approach to football management, focusing on commercial interests, is the main reason for Manchester United's decline: the lack of superstars with sufficient popularity.

Qin Ming perfectly fit their criteria.

Alas, the falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is heartless.

Before the two had exchanged more than a few words, Rooney was seen organizing the attack with the ball, but his attempt to pass was intercepted by Kirkland halfway through.

"Oh dear! Rooney, this is really..."

"In recent years, three generations of Manchester United managers, Ferguson, Moyes, and Van Gaal, have allowed Rooney to play in every position in the attacking third, including defensive midfielder, winger, attacking midfielder, and center forward!"

"But he's no longer as impactful, fast, and explosive as he was when he was young!"

"Without speed, you can't create space!"

"But after more than a decade of playing in top leagues, Rooney has accumulated a wealth of experience. Perhaps his technical skills are not as outstanding, but his passing awareness, anticipation ability, and game reading ability are much stronger than when he was younger!"

"Having money, status, and fame, it seems nothing can keep him motivated!"

"That's the key!"

After Zhan Jun finished speaking, he thought of Qin Ming, who also became famous at a young age and scored goals in large numbers.

He certainly didn't want Qin Ming to follow in Rooney's footsteps.

“I remember reading a report where England physiotherapist Mark believed that Rooney’s body matured at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and that the physical functions of people with this type of body type decline faster than those with a medium build.”

Zhang Lu explained to the fans: "And players like Ronaldo and Qin Ming are of medium build."

The camera returns to the court.

Arsenal did not rush to attack after regaining possession.

They are in the lead, so they can control the ball and lure Manchester United into a challenge.

Van Gaal watched with frustration as the ball whizzed past the Arsenal players.

He knew the game had fallen into Wenger's rhythm, but he had to take the initiative and fight for an opportunity.

Otherwise, Arsenal could have dragged the game out until the end.

Anyway, people used to say that Arsenal were 1-0 advocates and that their games were boring.

Manchester United's formation gradually pressed forward.

"An opening has appeared!" Qin Ming gestured to his teammates, signaling them to increase the frequency of passing and movement, and not to lose possession in midfield.

It seemed as if water was flowing gently across the green field.

The ball was repeatedly passed out, and the Gunners were also rotating and making runs, a very typical Arsenal style of penetration.

Moreover, the rhythm of this passing and control is very clear.

If Wolfsburg once relied on De Bruyne to forcefully create opportunities with his individual footwork and vision.

Arsenal is a team.

They used positioning and passing to gradually build up their advantage.

Wait until the moment when quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

"Speed ​​up!" Qin Ming suddenly moved forward, arriving behind Carrick, receiving a through pass from Cazorla, and without stopping the ball, passed it to the wing.

Sanchez feigned a sprint to draw Damian's attention, then cut inside towards the middle lane.

The green field seemed to have become a painting, which was wantonly painted by the Gunners.

The lines change from simple to complex.

Sanchez passed the ball to Giroud, who then passed it to Qin Ming, who flicked it with his heel.

"I'll take it!" Cazorla surged forward from the back row and swung his left foot to meet the ball.

boom!
Despite being overwhelmed by Arsenal's passing and movement, De Gea still made the fastest save in the blink of an eye.

However, the ball hit his hand, bounced off the inside of the left post, and went into the goal again.

2-0! ! !

"What a fluid combination! A brilliant team goal! Manchester United were completely outmaneuvered! Qin, Santi, Olivier, and Francis!"

"The ball kept moving at their feet, tearing apart Manchester United's paper-thin defense!"

"Arsenal are unstoppable!" Paul Dutton thought today was wonderful; even the gloomy London weather seemed to have been filtered.

"WOW!!!" Arsenal fans were equally delighted.

They took an early 2-0 lead against Manchester United, something they hadn't seen in a long time.

I'm going to have a blast today!

“Give a shout for Alexis, Olivier, Santiago and Qin!!!”

Arsenal's adapted team song echoed through the Emirates Stadium.

"Great job, Third Brother!"

Qin Ming chased Cazorla to the corner flag area and followed him in a multi-person knee slide.

"Manchester United can't stop us!" Sanchez joined in their celebration.

"It's David!"

Qin Ming corrected him.

He didn't feel any pressure from Manchester United's defense today.

They're not even as good as Leicester City.

Carrick, Smalling, and the others seemed to turn into wooden figures under their fluid passing and cutting.

“Vamos!” Cazorla exclaimed in Spanish.

"Manchester United is not the Manchester United of the past, and we are not the same as we were before. Today, let's give them a crushing defeat!"

Ramsey still remembers the humiliation of 2011.

"Five more!" Qin Ming laughed, holding up five fingers.

When the Manchester United players saw this, they angrily rushed forward, demanding, "What do you mean by this? Are you mocking us?"

Looking at Martial's flushed face, Qin Ming suddenly remembered a sentence.

Not very capable, but has a big temper.

"We're not in the same league."

Qin Ming neither got angry nor refuted, but simply said in a calm tone.

But those words broke Martial's defenses.

What do you mean?
They're not even in the same league as us, they look down on us, so there's no need to mock them.

"I've also made it onto the shortlist for the European Golden Boy award!" Martial gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with youthful pride, eager to hear Qin Ming's approval.

"That's because I need someone to run alongside me."

Qin Ming's casual remark left Martial stunned.

The French New Henri Road is showing signs of a breakdown.

Because Qin Ming is right.

Anyone in the world who understands football knows that this year's Golden Boy award can only be won by one person.

“Even so, you can’t say that!” Martial retorted, barely suppressing his humiliation.

"I'll let the hell say whatever I want!"

Qin Ming was getting a little annoyed. "If you're really that good, then score a goal. Use a goal to tell me I'm wrong!"

Young people these days are so annoying, always carrying that inexplicable pride.

"Stop arguing and get back to kicking off!"

The referee prevented the conflict from escalating.

On the way back to half, the Arsenal players whispered among themselves. Giroud wiped his drool and said, "Qin's words were really domineering."

"really."

Cazorla was a little surprised.

We usually get along very well.

I've never seen Qin Ming like this before.

But on second thought, it's quite normal. He was able to break multiple football records at the age of 17 and win championships that many players couldn't achieve.

How could someone like that not be proud?

Does he need to mock his opponents to elevate his own image?

Totally unnecessary.

Because of Qin Ming's two sentences, the intensity of the competition increased dramatically.

"Smolin bumped into Qin Ming during the headbutt, and it seems like he also swung his elbow?"

"The referee was very strict in his rulings, issuing a yellow card directly, even though the set piece was in a bad position!"

Arsenal have chosen to fight back and regroup!

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"Monreal! He tackled Mata and the ball together, and Mata looks like he's in a lot of pain!"

"Is this helping Qin Ming get revenge?"

"He also received a yellow card from the referee!"

"Both sides are making increasingly aggressive moves!"

Martial was not spared either; Kirkland was like a bull, attacking whenever he got the ball.

The match went on for 38 minutes.

Neither team launched many effective attacks, and possession of the ball kept changing hands in midfield.

"This can't go on like this."

Qin Ming felt that the chaos would actually benefit Manchester United.

Wenger shared the same idea, pressing his hands down to signal his players to calm down, stabilize the defense first, and then continue passing and controlling the ball.

But Van Gaal is different.

He waved his hands frantically, signaling his players to increase the intensity, just to scare Arsenal.

"As soon as the ball was received, three people came up."

After Qin Ming passed the ball back to Monreal, he didn't push forward to look for opportunities, but instead retreated to participate in the organization.

Don't give Manchester United a chance to target them.

Moreover, even if they didn't push forward, Manchester United didn't dare to let their guard down and continued to pack the left flank with players, maintaining a numerical advantage.

Time slips away unnoticed.

While his teammate controlled the ball on the right side, Qin Ming pointed to the far post of the penalty area and gave Giroud a knowing look.

Giroud, understanding perfectly, slowly made his way to his destination.

"Qin Ming's position is now on par with Kirkland's, while Monreal is more like a winger!"

"It seems that Manchester United's targeted tactics are still causing trouble for Arsenal!"

"There's not much time left in the first half, so the referee is adding three minutes of extra time!"

"The football has circled back to the left wing!"

The fans in the stadium were getting yawns; the ten-minute match was incredibly boring.

Manchester United's attempts to win the ball back were unsuccessful, and after frequent fouls, they were warned by the referee and their actions became much less aggressive.

It wasn't exciting to watch.

And whenever the audience gets bored, it's often the moment when the players let their guard down.

He trampled Monreal's pass under his feet.

Qin Ming's gaze swept past the Manchester United defense and landed on the impeccably styled hair.

The opportunity is coming!

He flicked the ball to the side and forward.

He took two steps to draw the defender's attention, waiting for Giroud to run into position.

He delivered a deft, deliberate pass.

Snap! The beautiful arc of the football soared over Manchester United's dense defense and fell over Blind's head.

It was only then that people realized Giroud had already laid an ambush.

The Frenchman was well-prepared, heading the ball towards the left side of the goal.

De Gea could only watch helplessly as the ball went in front of the goal.

"Goal!!!"

The drawn-out voice of commentator Paul Dutton echoed throughout the Emirates Stadium.

"3-0!"

"Just how many bullets did the gunman load into his Colt revolver today?!"

"Nobody knows!"

"But I can assure you it's definitely not three!"

(End of this chapter)