Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 196 Three men surrounded and blocked him, but Qin Ming broke through the encirclement! He scored a goal for Hannah.
Courtside.

Mourinho suppressed his anger; Diego Costa was someone he wanted to buy, and now being betrayed was his retribution.

He had reprimanded the other party before.

The results of it?
Diego Costa threw the vest directly at him.

This is a serious challenge to the head coach's authority. In the past, Mourinho would have sent him to the youth team, given him a few months to cool off, and then talked to him again.

not now.

Mourinho needs him to conquer cities and seize territory.

Arsenal gained possession and began a rapid passing game, tearing apart Chelsea's defense.

Today, Ramsey will start in place of Flamini.

His organizational skills were average, but after three months of training, he at least overcame his procrastination habit.

He immediately looked for Sanchez after receiving the ball.

The latter is no longer the lone wolf he used to be; he has learned how to cooperate with his teammates.

"Santi!" He slashed across the middle and then quickly moved forward, trying to create a time difference.

Seeing APZ quickly closing in, Kasorah decisively turned around and headed towards the left lane.

Qin Ming, with Ivanovic in tow, came up behind Fabregas and, despite being surrounded by three people, boldly reached out for the ball.

Unable to hold the ball and seek opportunities to break through amidst a sea of ​​opponents.

Then don't kick the core player.

After playing for the national team, he understood this principle even more.

"Surround him!" Ivanovich shouted, recalling the fear of being dominated.

At 191cm tall, Zouma is a typical example of a black and tough player, but he also has the weakness of black players having poor concentration.

Bang! Qin Ming felt a tremendous force from his side, and his touch on the ball became slightly stronger.

"A great opportunity!" Fabregas's eyes lit up.

But in the instant he stretched out his leg to steal the ball, Qin Ming, following Zuma's momentum, stepped on the ball with his right foot, turned, and pulled the ball back with his left.

Marseille turn!

The Gunners' victory over Arsenal's traitor Fa Zhongyi sent the away fans into a frenzy, cheering with all their might.

But to Fabregas, it sounded like a curse.

Those people loved him as much as they hate him now.

"The space on the right has opened up!"

After Qin Ming got past Fabregas, he looked up and saw the right flank. Due to Cazorla's movement, APZ moved laterally with the formation.

Sanchez, however, remained where he was, with a large empty space in front of him.

Snap! A long-range through ball delivers a significant lead, giving Sanchez ample space to accelerate.

This made it impossible for APZ to catch up, no matter how hard they tried.

"Arsenal's right-wing attack is very sharp, is Sanchez about to cross from the byline?"

"No! He fakes a pass, cuts past Cahill, and then cuts the ball back to the edge of the penalty area!"

"Qin Ming followed up with a powerful shot!"

"Chelsea goalkeeper Courtois reacted quickly, using his wingspan advantage to tip the ball out of bounds!"

On the field, Qin Ming gave Sanchez a thumbs up, praising his excellent triangular pass.

Courtois was interfered with by Fabregas before he could shoot; otherwise, if he had been able to unleash his full power, he definitely wouldn't have been able to save the shot.

Sanchez smiled subtly.

Previously, he was perceived negatively by his teammates at Arsenal because he played too selfishly.

He also wanted to build a good relationship with his teammates.

But with a personality even more eccentric than De Bruyne's, it would be difficult for him to do so.

With Qin Ming now on the team, it's like there's a lubricant in the mix. Not only has their strength improved, but the atmosphere has also greatly improved.

That's what makes football interesting to play.

Immediately afterwards, Arsenal took a tactical corner kick. Qin Ming pretended to take a shot, but actually chipped the ball to Giroud at the far post.

Repeated tricks!

Fortunately, Cahill had known about it beforehand and kept a close eye on Giroud's positioning.

He headed the ball out of the penalty area first.

The danger is not over yet; Chelsea's poor play from the back has not improved despite Fabregas moving deeper.

Without any choice.

Matic had no choice but to kick the ball out long.

Mertesacker easily controlled the ball in the center circle, and possession returned to Arsenal.

The 29th minute of the game.

Whenever Qin Ming is closely guarded, he always takes a step back to create space and look for an opportunity.

But who knew Monreal's pass would be a bit too long.

"You kicked it wide!"

Monreal was immediately flustered.

He saw Qin Ming and Hazard, who were about the same distance from the ball, and neither of them slowed down.

"We absolutely cannot let this ball go!"

Qin Ming made a quick decision and accelerated forward to try and sabotage the attack.

Bang! The shock from the collision with Hazard's foot caused him to stumble and almost fall, but he managed to get the ball back by sheer luck.

Qin Ming didn't have time to look up and observe; he could only see a blurry figure rushing towards him at high speed.

He instinctively turned to the side to shield the ball, avoiding Oscar's fierce pressing.

But Chelsea's interception wasn't over yet.

Matic's excited acceleration and sprint showed his determination to win the ball.

The fans in the stadium held their breath.

Diego Costa has already positioned himself, and if Chelsea can win the ball back, they can create a one-on-one opportunity for him.

Mourinho no longer puts his hands in his pockets.

Wenger's expression was also extremely solemn.

But the next second, everyone's eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.

Spin in circles!
After dodging Oscar with his first spin, Qin Ming smoothly transitioned into his second spin.

"Keep going!" Matic missed his target but still tried to press.

"I won't give you a chance!"

Qin Ming's lowered eyes were bright and clear; he didn't even need to look up to observe, he knew what to do.

why?
Because Chelsea committed a lot of manpower when pressing them.

Then the frontcourt will inevitably be empty.

Having completed the most difficult part, all he needs to do next is a simple kick.

Snapped!
The ball pierced through Chelsea's densest defense and found Sanchez, who was completely unmarked.

Sanchez's mind was filled with that magical image, but despite his thoughts, he kept moving and accelerated wildly.

APZ was already behind, and now they can't catch up at all.

What made him even more desperate was Chelsea's defense, which, in its unwitting advance, had no integrity whatsoever.

"WOW!!!" Arsenal fans were excited, savoring the moment Sansche had just gotten past them while watching him make a spectacular run.

Cahill tried to intercept him.

Useless.

Sanchez and Giroud combined with a one-two, and Sanchez easily broke into Chelsea's penalty area.

Facing the tall and strong Courtois, he pushed the ball into the far corner.

Bang! The football grazed the Belgian goalkeeper's toes and rolled into the goal, close to the grass.

0-1! ! !

"Qin!"

"Look! The young man is so skillfully maneuvering his opponents that they are trembling, as if he is performing an elegant dance on the green field, leaving the Chelsea players to watch his performance!"

"He left his mark on Stamford Bridge with his graceful dance moves!"

"Since the Community Shield, Chelsea have been unable to stop him, and that's even more true now!"

Peter Drewry shouted before Paul Dutton could.

The gunmen were just as excited as the two men.

"Qin is the best!"

Little Hannah jumped and skipped, her little face flushed, "Cesque can never be as good as him!"

"That traitor's departure for the championship sealed his fate!"

Bertrand Carlsen said with disgust.

"Hey Hannah, look at the stands over there! That brat Mike looks like he got a beating from his dad, his mouth is practically sticking out to the ground!" Holden David next to him laughed without a care for his image.

He's a vengeful person; he dared to make Hannah cry and say such things.

It's a favor not to beat him up.

"I don't like him anymore!" Hannah glanced at him and then looked away.

"He's not good enough for you."

Holden David raises an eyebrow at Bertrand Carlson.

On the court, Qin Ming pulled open his jersey collar and looked down to see a white vest with a few words written on the front.

It's a pity we didn't score just now.

"No need to take it slow, there will definitely be opportunities." Qin Ming slapped his thigh hard, joining his teammates in the celebration.

On the sidelines, Wenger loosened his red tie, finally catching his breath.

"Why does it seem like Qin has improved since he came back from Doha?"

Pat Rice murmured.

"He's been improving, just more confident. Maybe he found his confidence playing against Qatar?"

Wenger believes Qin Ming has developed a knack for dominating weaker opponents.

I thought it was Qatar!

"However, Chelsea is indeed very poor right now."

Pat Rice said.

They only managed 11 points in the first 8 rounds of the Premier League, their worst record in history.

It's not an exaggeration to say they're bad at cooking.

"Three people can't beat one person!"

Mourinho next door had gone mad, his voice like an erupting volcano, "What are you all good for! Just letting him spin around in front of you, making a fool of you like clowns, and then you still manage to pass the ball out?"

"Damn it! I've never seen anything like this before. Why didn't they just foul earlier? Is it so hard to just reach out and pull him down?"

Mourinho wanted to hurt even more vulgar insults, but given the precedent of the female team doctor, he had to swallow his words.

The assistant coach also held him back to prevent him from getting too excited.

The Chelsea players did not feel ashamed about it.

Their pride had long since vanished after 11 points in 8 rounds.

Azpilicueta pursed her lips, her heart filled with resentment at his lack of ambition.

Palace intrigue is disgusting.

Hazard noticed his captain's expression and walked somewhat sheepishly toward his half, then guiltily tried to make amends, saying, "There's still a lot of time left in the game, we have a chance to equalize."

"Tie the score?"

Qin Ming chuckled softly upon hearing this, the sarcasm in his eyes undisguised.

He then coldly surveyed the three sides of the blue stands, the middle fingers, curses, and the blurred yet clear angry faces of Chelsea fans.

He is very vindictive.

Now we have the chance to kick a dog when it's down.

Naturally, they couldn't let it go.

The game restarted, and Arsenal picked up the pace, making more vertical passes and more aggressive runs.

Qin Ming and his teammates, like sharp knives, slowly sliced ​​through Chelsea's defense.

As Fabregas played as a defensive midfielder, his lack of strength gradually became apparent, putting increasing pressure on their rib area.

Mourinho's anger intensified, and his low pressure silenced the players on the bench.

Nobody knows what will happen in the locker room during halftime; maybe it will be another flying boot incident?

"Chelsea's formation is holding up well; it will take them some time to penetrate."

Wenger glanced at the IWC Galapagos Islands watch. "There should be a goal before the end of the first half."

As the electronic scoreboard continued to tick, the sound at Stamford Bridge gradually faded.

Chelsea fans are tired of yelling.

38th minute of the first half.

Ramsey's pass was intercepted by Matic, and Chelsea, lacking the ability to play the ball out from their own half, were immediately counter-pressed by Arsenal.

"Go for it!" Sanchez used his strong legs to tough out Matic, assisting Cazorla on the side to make a steal.

"Send it quickly!"

Cazorla noticed the ball rolling in front of Sanchez and quickly pointed to Giroud in front of him to warn him.

Sanchez looked up to observe before sending a through ball.

"Arsenal's number 17 has made the biggest improvement this season by no longer holding onto the ball too long!"

"This makes the Gunners' attack flow more smoothly!"

"Chelsea's chaotic defense has been torn apart, and Giroud is one-on-one with Courtois!"

"Is there any chance to change the score?"

Giroud is the opposite of the former Sanchez.

One is the ultimate stickiness to the ball, and the other is the ultimate selflessness.

Wenger previously thought that strikers who lacked the desire to score goals were not good.

What now?
When he saw that Giroud didn't even think about shooting, he directly passed the ball across to Qin Ming, who was following up on the left.

"Well done!" Wenger clenched his fist.

"Beautiful pass!" Qin Ming didn't need much adjustment as he pushed the ball into the empty net.

Cahill, who was frantically chasing after them, had no choice but to stop.

Because the ball had already crossed the goal line, the referee pointed to the center circle.

"Yeah!!!" The cheers of Arsenal fans echoed across the north bank of the Thames.

Since the Community Shield match, Chelsea fans have been mocking them, comparing them to wild boars that have never eaten fine food.

Is a Community Shield really worth celebrating?

Look at their trophy room; all kinds of championships, such as the Champions League and the league, are quietly displayed under the beams of light.

Arsenal, on the other hand, is just a poor team that has never won the Champions League.

Fans of both teams engaged in a war of words online, but no matter how fierce the online insults are, the actual results must be taken into account.

Today, that poor guy scored two goals at Stamford Bridge.

Something to be excited about!

On the pitch, Qin Ming sprinted to the away stands, lifted his red and white Arsenal jersey, revealing a white vest underneath.

Hannah, this is for you!

That day, at Bertrand Carlson's bar, wearing a baseball cap, he whispered to Hannah that he would take revenge on her behalf for her ex-boyfriend.

He has done it now.

"That's a goal for me!"

Hannah's eyes reddened with excitement as she pulled out the cardboard card with four letters written on it.

King
"Yes! Qin is that kind of person. He'll always stand by your side and never forget the promises he makes!"

Holden David looked enviously at Qin Ming, who was the center of attention.

He had imagined similar scenes before, but dreams always seemed unattainable.

"Little Hannah! Qin is saying hello to you!"

Bertrand Carlsen exclaimed excitedly.

Hearing this, Hannah laughed even harder, mimicking Qin Ming's lip movements, "This is just the beginning."

on the field.

After the special celebration, Qin Ming hugged his teammates, and even put his arm around Giroud, saying, "Olivier, thank you for the assist. I'll treat you to dinner when we get back."

"No need! What's our relationship? Your goal is mine!"

Giroud chuckled.

"Haha!" The teammates burst into laughter.

Inside the Sky Sports studio.

"Arsenal score again as the first half draws to a close!"

"Look at Qin's interactions with the Gunners. What kind of players do we like? Aren't they the ones who can bring us joy?"

"I used to say that Qin was a talented player with exquisite footwork, who would fight back when he was hurt, and who was also very handsome."

"Now I want to say something more."

"Qin, a player deeply loved by fans!"

"Because of his highly contagious qualities, he inspires an unyielding passion!"

"Keep going, Qin! Just keep loving football!"

(End of this chapter)