Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 214 A stunning performance! The final blow!

Arteta is very smart.

He directed his teammates to focus all their efforts on targeting Motta, leaving PSG with only one playmaker in Verratti's absence.

Thus.

PSG's midfield play relies solely on Ibrahimovic dropping back to create space.

However, Ibrahimovic is not a true god either.

Despite his high level of skill, he still found it difficult to break through when surrounded by multiple opponents.

Rabiot, who had just come on as a substitute, was described by Petit as follows: "He plays in a similar way to Iniesta; they always manage to handle the ball very simply."

But when it came to the actual competition, his performance was mediocre.

He failed to take over the reins from Verratti.

This allows Arsenal to focus entirely on suppressing Motta, thereby limiting PSG's attack.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate in midfield.

"With regular time coming to an end, PSG's performance wasn't great, but Arsenal didn't have many good chances either!"

"Positioning is changing hands at an extremely high frequency!"

"The fourth official on the sidelines held up a sign: four minutes of stoppage time have been added!"

Arsenal need a goal!

The Princes Park stadium.

The chants of Paris Saint-Germain fans filled the air, and victory drew ever closer.

"Nacho! I have to get ahead. You'll have to hold out a bit longer!"

Seeing this, Qin Ming hardened his heart.

Rather than playing away and getting a draw, ultimately finishing second in the group, it's better to fight hard and go all out.

It doesn't matter if we concede a goal.

In any case, losing or drawing doesn't change the order of qualification.

"Okay!" Monreal had been running up and down all day, and his physical strength had already reached its limit.

But he knew Qin Ming wasn't feeling well either.

They can only grit their teeth and persevere now, unless they don't want to win.

"Let me see if I can find a long pass opportunity. Their full-back seems nervous. You can move closer to him later."

Cazorla chimed in.

During the time it was out of bounds, the Gunners finished their discussion.

Courtside.

Wenger, with a furrowed brow and hands in his pockets, thought they played well today, but perhaps this was Arsenal's fate.

cruel.

"There's still a chance, there's still a chance," Pat Rice clenched his fists and kept repeating to himself.

He really didn't want to finish second in his group and then face strong teams like Bayern Munich, Barcelona, ​​and Real Madrid, ultimately ending up in the round of 16.

Even if there is no hope of winning the Champions League this season.

But every step forward is a step forward.

Arsenal fans share similar sentiments.

Qin Ming, however, had a different opinion.

He wanted to win this game, partly because of the qualification order, but mostly because he wanted to win.

Very pure.

But at this point, he also knew that relying solely on his own strength was not enough.

You need to rely on your teammates.

The second minute of stoppage time.

When Ibrahimovic dropped back to midfield to get the ball and try to get past Arteta, Coquelin unexpectedly pressed him.

"Ibrahimovic reacted quickly! He passed the ball first!"

"We need to find Kimpembe—"

"Wait a minute! When will Gibbs press forward and poke the ball away from Kimpembe's feet?!"

A representative of equal footing with both feet, a versatile midfielder, and a member of the "farmer-worker" duo – Cazorla!

Cazorla turned his back to the ball and immediately looked up.

really!

Qin Ming quickly moved forward according to his plan.

Great location!
Without hesitation, he leaned slightly and delivered a long pass.

But after passing the ball, he realized that Trapp was positioned further forward.

Do all German goalkeepers have this habit?
“There’s still a chance!” Cazorla looked at Qin Ming, who had brought him countless surprises.

More than 50,000 fans held their breath.

Some Arsenal fans closed their eyes, seemingly having given up hope.

It's clear that the goalkeeper has a significant advantage at this distance.

I imagine that once this attack is over, the three whistles will sound.

At this moment, Qin Ming had no distracting thoughts; he was simply staring at the spinning football.

Faster!
Therefore, as he pushed off the ground with his left foot and sprinted forward, his right foot suddenly sprang up!
Less than half a second ahead, he lobbed the ball into the air before Trapp could react!

"It's over!" The German goalkeeper felt like he had fallen into an ice cave; he hadn't managed to save anything.

Thiago Silva, however, remained calm.

"I can lob the ball to avoid the goalkeeper, but there's no opportunity to shoot, and the header isn't powerful enough. I just need to block it on the goal line!"

The Brazilian center-back made a decision in his mind instantly.

Qin Ming discovered the same problem, but the image that appeared in his mind was his daily practice.

After making slight adjustments with small, quick steps, the body leans to the right front.

What is he doing?
Thiago Silva's composure turned into panic.

"Seize the time and space to shoot." After thinking this to himself, Qin Ming volleyed the ball towards the goal in a manner similar to a half-bicycle kick.

Bang! The moment the sneaker made contact with the soccer ball, Qin Ming knew he had put force into it.

He immediately looked up after falling to the ground.

I saw the panic on Thiago Silva's face.

Swish! The football swept past the Brazilian center-back and plunged into the goal, making a pleasant sound as it touched the net.

1-2! ! !

Lore!

The goal in stoppage time silenced the Parc des Princes for a moment before being overtaken by cheers from Arsenal fans.

The gloom in the Paris night sky seemed to be shaken away.

"Cazorla gets the ball! Long pass! Qin! Chip the ball over Trapp!"

"A side-volley! Qin scores! Arsenal take the lead again! The Gunners snatch a last-minute victory from Paris!"

"We're going to advance as group winners!"

"I could hear the cheers at the Parc des Princes in North London!"

Paul Dutton's hand, which was holding the headset, trembled violently.

From the initial free-kick goal to Di Maria's equalizer with a chip shot, and then to the stalemate.

He thought Arsenal's Champions League group stage journey was about to end like this.

But Qin Ming turned the impossible into possible, using his magically enhanced feet to pull Arsenal back to the top.

How could this not get your blood pumping?

Just as excited as Paul Dutton were the Gunners in Paris.

"I've scored the winning goal against Paris!" Qin Ming was just about to take off his shirt to celebrate when Arteta grabbed him and pulled his half-off jersey back onto him.

"Yellow card! Yellow card! There's no card-reduction rule from the group stage to the knockout stage!"

Arteta was very anxious.

There are two types of suspensions due to accumulated yellow cards in the Champions League.

The first option is to carry over yellow cards from the group stage into the knockout stage to prevent players from having to re-sign cards.

The second type is that a player who receives three yellow cards in three different matches will be automatically suspended for the next round. A player who has been suspended once in a season will be suspended for every two yellow cards received in the following matches.

The latest regulations stipulate that, starting this season, in Champions League and Europa League matches, the cumulative yellow card count will only extend to the end of the quarter-finals.

In other words, a player who receives a yellow card in the semi-finals will no longer be required to miss the finals due to the cumulative yellow card rule.

This can greatly enhance the entertainment value of the game.

After all, Gustavo, Alaba, Ramirez, Ivanovic, and Meireles all missed the 2012 Champions League final due to suspensions caused by yellow cards.

"Okay! Got it!"

Qin Ming also wants to show off his jersey at the Parc des Princes stadium.

Unfortunately, he was actually wearing an undershirt, so even if he took it off to celebrate, he probably wouldn't get a card. He himself wasn't sure.

But if we don't take our clothes off, we don't have to; we should still celebrate to our hearts' content.

"We won!" Qin Ming and his teammates hugged each other, feeling the heat emanating from each other.

"The stoppage time is over. Even if they get a few more seconds, they won't be able to tie the score!"

Monreal was so excited that his face turned red.

Courtside.

Arsenal's substitutes, along with coaching staff including Wenger and Pat Rice, celebrated wildly in the cold wind.

"Pretty!"

Wenger felt like he was on a roller coaster, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Pat Rice could hardly believe his eyes. He looked up at the scoreboard several times to confirm, "We're in first place in the group!"

"Did you guys see what Qin did just now?" Walcott asked from the bench.

"It was too fast, I couldn't see it clearly, I only saw the final shot!"

Flamini gets goosebumps just thinking about that scene.

It was handled perfectly.

the other side.

The entire Paris Saint-Germain team fell silent. Blanc stood there for a long time before finally letting out a helpless sigh.

well enough.

There was definitely some frustration, but it wasn't like the knockout stage.

It's just the group stage.

At worst, we can just go and challenge the group leader; who knows who will win or lose?
"Ninety million pounds is really worth it!"

Blanco sighed with a wry smile.

If you ask him a practical question, would he choose Di Maria or Qin Ming?

He wouldn't hesitate for even a second.

Blanc looked at the Paris players on the field, and as expected, everyone wore a look of frustration. They had won five rounds in the group stage, but lost the last one, resulting in second place in the group.

15 points!

Go outside and see where there's a second-place team with 15 points?

Thiago Silva leaned against the goalpost, recalling Qin Ming's actions just now: first, he chipped the ball over Trapp, then adjusted his left foot to hook it with his left foot; every step was very reasonable.

To be able to think of these things and do them in the blink of an eye.

not simple.

"Is there any time left?" Marquinhos was filled with shame.

He knew he hadn't kept up with Qin Ming; otherwise, he could have found an opportunity to clear the ball out of bounds immediately after Qin Ming flicked it.

At worst, they could disrupt Qin Ming's shot.

But in that situation just now, he thought Trapp could save the ball, and he was thinking more about how to counterattack.

"There's no time left! This game is so frustrating!"

Ibrahimovic didn't perform well today. He was contained by Arsenal's midfield in the first half and had to drop back to support and organize the attack in the second half.

There were very few shots on goal throughout the match.

Losing the game like this is truly frustrating and leaves one with an indescribable sense of unease.

"It's okay, second place in the group is fine. It doesn't mean we'll be eliminated."

Thiago Silva glanced at Qin Ming's retreating figure and said.

The game resumed shortly after.

Before Paris could even get within 30 meters, the referee blew the whistle.

Beep-beep-beep!
"The match is over!"

"Qin Ming scored twice in this match, bringing his fourth Champions League goal to date!"

"He is making history step by step!"

"Looking back at today's game, his free kick and side-volley goal can only be described as 'brilliant'!"

"I think Arsenal fans might not be able to sleep tonight!"

"All right!"

Arsenal defeated PSG 2-1 away from home. The two teams are now tied on points and goal difference, but Arsenal has a higher total number of goals scored!

"Therefore, according to UEFA rules, Arsenal is the group winner!"

"Congratulations to them!"

"The group stage, which lasted for several months, has come to a complete end today!"

See you in the Champions League knockout stage next February!

Zhan Jun then gave his closing remarks.

Paris, France.

The Seine River rippled with silvery waves under the moonlight.

Most streets were peaceful, except for the City of Light in District 16.

The brightly lit Princes Park stadium.

Arsenal fans are leaving the stadium in an orderly fashion, and unlike their worried arrival, they now have smiles on their faces.

"Was the last time we finished first in our group and advanced? It was four years ago, wasn't it?"

"Yes, in the 2011-12 season, and the following three years, we lost to Schalke 04 once and to Dortmund twice, finishing second in our group each time!"

What's the situation with the other groups?

"There aren't many strong teams in the second place of the group this year, only Juventus and Roma, both of whom are Serie A teams!"

"Qin is a Tottenham Hotspur killer and a Serie A killer!"

"In last season's Europa League, when Qin was playing for Wolfsburg, he defeated Inter Milan, Napoli and Fiorentina!"

"I'm still hoping to draw some weak teams, like Dynamo Kyiv, Gent, Benfica, and PSV Eindhoven!"

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Meanwhile, PSG fans looked at the group standings, where Real Madrid, Atletico Madrid, Wolfsburg, Manchester City, Barcelona, ​​and others were among the group winners.

"Sigh!" they all sighed.

At this moment, Qin Ming, wearing a down jacket similar to Wenger's, approached the Brazilian center-back and asked, "Thiago, can we exchange jerseys?"

Thiago Silva put the most pressure on him during his year and a half of professional career.

Of course, players like Lahm in the Bundesliga are also very good, but they are not at their peak anymore.

"Great! You played really well today, especially the second goal. I was wondering how you would handle it."

Thiago Silva is not a sore loser.

Candid.

“I practice these things often, so I don’t need to think about them too much.”

Qin Ming said modestly.

"By the way, the European Golden Boy award will be announced soon, right? This year should be the least suspenseful one."

Thiago Silva asked casually.

"Yes, the awards ceremony will be held in Turin on the 19th, so there shouldn't be any problems." Qin Ming smiled.

Looking at this year's shortlist, including Martial, Kingsley Coman, Correa, Munir, Luke Shaw, Rabiot, and others, none of them are his match.

Both the statistics and the performance in the game are the same.

crush.

“Then I congratulate you in advance, and I look forward to seeing you again next time,” Thiago Silva said with a smile.

"Thank you."

After talking with the Brazilian center-back, Qin Ming walked to the sidelines and gave the professor a high-five, saying, "Weren't those two goals beautiful?"

As his relationship with Wenger became more familiar, he became less formal in his speech.

Be more casual.

"You're really beautiful. I think you're going to be all the rage again after tonight."

Wenger nodded.

"I just hope the media will stop calling me a fraud." Qin Ming shrugged.

"Haha! Against a French champion who scored twice, I think any team in the world would hope that their entire squad is full of flops, right?"

Pat Rice patted Qin Ming on the shoulder forcefully, "Tell the head chef to add more food later!"

"Pat, two Champions League goals, is that all you're worth, just a side dish?"

Qin Ming made an exaggerated expression.

"Don't you know how much bonus you've earned for scoring goals?" Pat Rice said irritably.

(End of this chapter)