Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 208 A series of beautiful, one-two goals! Passing the ball into Tottenham's goal! A powerful shot under the rain!

"Pass the ball! Pass the ball!"

When Monreal and Coquelin helped defend and stole the ball from Lamela's feet, Qin Ming immediately ran towards the middle to ask for the ball.

Kyle Walker was still with Qin Ming when, after turning around to confirm, he received the pass from Kirkland and subtly shifted his right foot backward.

Cruyff turns around!

He's really into this way of getting rid of things lately.

By combining feints and flexibility with his own explosive power, he created a feeling different from Cruyff's.

Kyle Walker was shaken and staggered.

The grass was already slippery, and if he forced a sudden stop, something was bound to go wrong.

"Can we still catch up?"

Qin Ming ignored Kyle Walker and his cleats dug deep into the grass, providing a powerful boost.

A two-body-length lead.

Even if Kyle Walker is faster than Bellerin, he still can't catch up with him.

"Go up! Go up!"

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Kyle Walker had no choice but to call on Dale for help.

"Damn it!" Dale looked at Cazorla, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to go and cover for her.

no way.

Even if Cazorla moves to the flanks, which is where he originally stood, creating an open area to receive the ball.

He also had to go for it.

Otherwise, Qin Ming could break through the flanks and have plenty of space to shoot.

He didn't want to get yelled at by Lori.

"Third brother!" Qin Ming didn't force a breakthrough. Going it alone was cool, but it wasn't the most efficient.

Above the Emirates Stadium, lights with an illuminance of 750 lx illuminate the entire green field.

There weren't many raindrops left that had fallen.

Tick-tock, tick-tock!
The last remaining raindrops fell onto the grass and shattered into pieces.

Cazorla received the ball and took two steps forward, only to find that Kyle Walker was quickly catching up with him.

"Qin!"

Seeing Monreal making a run into the box, he still chose to pass the ball to Qin Ming.

It's not that I don't trust the former.

Instead, Qin Ming's gesture indicated that he wanted the ball.

In Arsenal's current tactical framework, Qin Ming is the highest priority, so Cazorla did not hesitate at all.

"Again!" Qin Ming didn't give Dale a chance to steal the ball and passed it to Cazorla with the outside of his foot.

The simple wall-hitting combination produced a fluid, swift, and dynamic feel.

Moreover, because the grass was wet, the ball rolled slower, causing Tottenham players to misjudge the situation.

Almost subconsciously.

Cazorla thought about their usual training.

Arsenal's beautiful football is all about passing the ball.

“Olivier!” He tapped the gap across Giroud.

The French hunk glanced at Qin Ming and gently passed the ball to him.

Wow! The 50,000 fans at the Emirates Stadium, watching the dazzling spectacle, experienced a different kind of ultimate feeling.

Moving clouds and flowing water!

Cazorla, Giroud, and Qin Ming are like intricate gears, each one interconnected.

Wenger seemed to hear the Symphony No. 5 in C minor.

Each touch of the ball by the Gunners is like pressing the black and white keys of a piano, bringing the notes to life on the paper.

To Arsenal fans, the long time was only a few seconds.

When they came to their senses, Qin Ming and Giroud combined again, turning the exhilarating football into a sprite, soaring over Tottenham's last line of defense.

Still in a daze, Lori looked up and saw that the red and white number 10 was right in front of him.

Bang! Qin Ming used a casual push shot to play a perfect ending note for the performance.

"Yeah!!!" Arsenal fans raised their hands in excitement, erupting in cheers that seemed to pierce the sky.

So beautiful!
They scored in the most Arsenal way.

"Is this the moment?!"

"Chinsanti Olivier!"

"They danced in the Tottenham penalty area, treating the ball like their own property, driving the Tottenham players crazy!"

"Qin! He has delivered the verdict against Tottenham!"

"Wow! Look at the beautiful teamwork of the shooters, like a work of art in motion!"

"This is beautiful football! This is artistic football!"

The on-site commentator, Paul Dutton, roared.

Recently, he had watched Qin Ming's solo breakthrough, as well as Giroud's scorpion kick, Sanchez's low center of gravity breakthrough, and so on.

But this is the kind of image where the ball is passed into the opponent's goal through teamwork.

I've almost never seen one.

That's why he was so excited.

on the field.

The cold, icy rain slapped haphazardly against Qin Ming's face, but his heart was inexplicably warm. He ran wildly to the vicinity of the corner flag area and collapsed.

Whoosh! Using inertia, it seemed to glide forward, and with both hands raised, it looked like an airplane.

"Wuhu!"

The Arsenal players also chased after them, and everyone laughed and celebrated this classic team goal in the light rain.

How did I do just now?

Giroud slicked his hair back and looked incredibly proud.

"Amazing!" Qin Ming exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up.

Giroud's two moves just now were really well done.

"Me too! Me too!" Cazorla chimed in, eager to claim credit.

"Haha! Even with so many people packed in the backfield, they still can't stop us!" Kirkland laughed heartily.

It's so great to partner with Qin Ming on the left wing.

He only needs to focus on defense and doesn't need to pay too much attention to offense.

Because Qin Ming's offensive style is at its peak.

Not to mention Monreal's frequent forward runs, cooperating with Qin Ming to execute short passing and cutting plays.

The Emirates Stadium was completely ignited by this goal.

On the sidelines, Wenger had been standing for so long that his body was stiff, and it took him a while to shiver.

"Change into this down jacket." Pat Rice pulled out a classic black long coat from behind the coaching bench.

"That was a beautiful goal."

Wenger took off his cashmere suit, put on a black down jacket, and glanced down at his chest at the prominent team crest.

"Yes! They often play the 'ball doesn't touch the ground' game, and it seems that it can really be applied to the competition."

Pat Rice remarked.

Football training is mostly tedious, but there are some fun aspects, such as combining games with training.

The ball doesn't touch the ground, grabbing the marker cone, soccer, ping pong, etc.

Both methods can enhance the team's understanding and chemistry during training with and without the ball.

the other side.

Pochettino's black trousers were soaked by splashing raindrops.

But he didn't have time to pay attention.

He was feeling a mix of emotions; he had fought Arsenal for almost forty minutes, only to have them score a goal in this manner.

He's a little bit mentally broken.

The Tottenham players were the same; they stared blankly at the ball, their pre-match excitement completely extinguished by the cold rain.

"It's just one ball, there's plenty of time!"

Harry Kane's voice was steady, and his eyes were also very powerful.

His resilience is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

His future life trajectory will be the most perfect evidence.

"We did a good job before, we just kept limiting Arsenal's number 10 and looked for opportunities to intercept and counter-attack!"

Eriksson also possessed a resilient character.

After adjusting themselves, the Tottenham players waited for the Arsenal players to return to their positions before restarting the attack.

They still wanted to equalize the score before halftime.

"With seven minutes left in regular time in the first half, Arsenal's midfield pressing intensity did not decrease because of the goal!"

"But their possession continued to decline, probably because of the rain?"

"Tottenham played very directly, sending long balls to Harry Kane and then heading the ball back to Dembele!"

"Beautiful! Without stopping the ball, he passed it to the wing, Eriksen moves forward!"

With Mertesacker and Koscielny starting today, Arsenal adopted a tactical strategy of light crosses and focusing on attacking the penalty area.

Moreover, Debuchy has suffered from injuries for many years, which has led to a decline in his performance.

He couldn't contain Eriksen, and dared not commit any more fouls for fear of getting a card from the referee. *Thud!* The ball was passed by Eriksen, as precise as a missile.

"Harry Kane!"

Tottenham fans clenched their fists in anticipation.

However, the current Great Britain's ability to seize points has not yet evolved.

The ball was headed out of the penalty area by Mertesacker.

"The two-meter giant lives up to his name!" Qin Ming thought to himself after seeing it. He suddenly realized that if he were that tall, his professional career would probably be ruined.

Fortunately, I didn't grow much taller in the two years when I was 17 and 18.

"Mathieu!"

When Flamini got the ball, Sanchez was on the sideline, waving and shouting.

He has become much more of a team now.

He actively drops back to receive passes and works hard to learn how to pass the ball and how to cooperate with his teammates.

Snap! Sanchez stepped on the ball with the sole of his foot and pulled it away, avoiding Alli's flying tackle.

Don't forget he's a South American player.

Before Qin Ming joined Arsenal, he was the most technically gifted player in the team.

They also mastered various breakthrough techniques.

Sanchez suppressed the urge to continue leading.

He forced himself to look up and observe. When he saw Qin Ming running wildly, he decisively sent a long diagonal pass.

"Your passing skills have improved!" Qin Ming's stop was noticeably more comfortable than before, and the lead time was just right.

Although he doesn't reach the level of De Bruyne where he arrives at the ball perfectly.

But enough.

Suddenly he saw Kyle Walker speeding towards him.

Without a second thought, Qin Ming controlled the ball with his chest and then pushed his shoulder forward.

"Beautiful! Qin Ming's handling of the football is becoming more and more skillful. He can always find ingenious ways to deal with all kinds of complex situations!"

"Cazorla receives the ball and advances, leaving only one player in the heart of Tottenham's defense!"

"Should I live alone?"

Dele Alli's reckless tackle while covering the flank turned Tottenham's double defensive midfielders into a single defensive midfielder.

"Damn brat!" Dale cursed inwardly.

Alli has good attacking talent, but what a defensive midfielder needs is consistency.

Isn't this just creating unnecessary pressure for yourself?

Dell lowered his center of gravity and stepped forward, staring intently at Cazorla's center of gravity in order to anticipate Cazorla's thoughts.

I don't know if the ball was too slippery.

Cazorla's misplacement of the ball's contact point directly caused the ball to slip out of his control.

"There's no other way!" With no other option, the Spaniards could only pass the ball to the wing.

In this way, even if Kyle Walker steals the ball, Qin Ming can immediately win it back and delay Tottenham's counter-attack rhythm.

However, Qin Ming's thoughts differed from Cazorla's.

"There's a chance to break through!"

Qin Ming saw out of the corner of his eye that Kyle Walker was accelerating, probably intending to wait for him to stop the ball before stealing it during the brief moment of contact.

That sounds wonderful.

Swish! The instant his right foot brought the ball to a stop on the sideline, Kyle Walker gritted his teeth and accelerated.

"That's exactly what we've been waiting for—you to steal it!"

Qin Ming used his momentum to stop abruptly and turn around, then lightly touched the football with his right foot once more.

Without the interference of rain, he could touch the ball more comfortably.
A crisp sound mixed in with the noise startled Kyle Walker, reminding him of the fear of being dominated.

I can't figure it out!
The football brushed past him, and Qin Ming sped away.

Two body lengths again.

Can't catch up.

Kyle Walker could only watch Qin Ming's departing figure in despair.

After Tottenham's flank defense was breached, the rest of Arsenal's players started to move.

Giroud roams between the two center-backs.

Cazorla then made room and moved to the left flank.

Sanchez, meanwhile, lay in ambush at the far end, making Danny Rose hesitant to make any moves and dare not easily lose his position.

The actions of these players acted like expanders, widening the gaps in Tottenham's defensive line.

Shooting space is created naturally.

"Whoosh!" When Qin Ming was three meters in front of the arc, he observed the Tottenham center-back moving forward.

Then there's no need to continue pushing it forward.

Step out with your left foot onto the grass, your body tense like a bowstring, swing your arms and legs!
Bang! A dull thud rang out.

The football flew like a cannonball through the rain splashing from the grass!
It slammed into the goal with tremendous force!
Lloris made a timely diving save but still managed to touch the ball.

But the feeling of power and smoothness from his right fingertips instantly plunged his mood to rock bottom.

Whoosh! After being briefly stopped, the football broke through his palm, slightly deflected, and flew into the goal.

"The ball goes in! The ball goes in!"

"Cazorla's misplaced pass has resulted in an assist!"

"Qin Ming's agile escape just now reminded me of the Jinhu Spin, just as elegant as Berbatov's!"

"He not only saved the ball, but also got past Kyle Walker!"

"That was a perfect solution!"

"In the third minute of stoppage time, Arsenal scored again, extending their lead!"

Zhan Jun provided commentary in a hoarse voice.

Emirates Stadium.

The chill couldn't dampen the gunmen's enthusiasm; they all stood up, raised their arms, and cheered.

"King!"

"Good job!"

"Tottenham's nemesis!"

"Last time we tore down your signs, next time we'll tear down White Hart Lane!"

The Tottenham fans in the away stands were completely silent.

Why do they always end up as background figures whenever they encounter Qin Ming?
It is foreseeable that they will become a laughing stock once this round of matches ends.

The first is teamwork, the second is individual ability.

All of them were absolutely brilliant goals.

On the field, Qin Ming laughed heartily after scoring a goal, ran to the advertising board, and looked up to greet the frenzied flashing of the cameras.

He enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention.

Then, he extended two fingers and gently shook them a few times.

"Two goals!"

Qin Ming hugged and high-fived his teammates who had arrived.

"There's only one team in North London!" Giroud shouted, raising his fist.

"The Gunners will win!"

Qin Ming also threw a punch.

"Come on you Arsenal!" Arsenal fans seemed to be infected by the sound, erupting in a deafening roar.

After the celebration, Qin Ming and his teammates walked back.

When he saw the confusion on Kyle Walker's face, he chuckled softly several times.

Speed ​​alone cannot stop you.

They've been through this so many times, why don't they learn their lesson?

But this is also good.

One memorable scene after another.

"Let's finish the first half first!" Pochettino walked to the coaching area despite the light rain.

His words brought the Tottenham players back to their senses.

On the other side, Wenger was a little cold and tried to put his hands in his pockets, but he couldn't get them in no matter what he did.

"That was fucking beautiful!"

The old Frenchman couldn't help but swear.

The match ended shortly after it restarted.

Beep!
Arsenal fans excitedly headed to the store to buy food.

Even if the Emirates Stadium is expensive, they're willing to buy it today because the game is so exciting.

Tottenham fans, on the other hand, became increasingly angry.

They were cursing in the bathroom when someone shouted something.

"Smash all their sinks!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The bathroom was instantly turned into a mess.

"Keep it on in the second half!" Tottenham fans felt much better after venting their frustration.

(End of this chapter)