Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 223 Three Goals in a Row! A Hat Trick! A Stunning Bicycle Kick! Embrace Defeat, Joker!

Unfortunately, Arsenal never recovered the key players they lost.

Today, Wenger feels Arsenal is about to change because they have a new spiritual leader.

And this person will determine the team's character.

What will Arsenal become in the future?
Wenger didn't know the answer, but he felt it wouldn't be bad.

The game quickly resumed.

The rhythm remains unchanged.

Arsenal's high pressing means they attack as soon as they regain possession.

They're not giving Southampton a chance to catch their breath.

When the Gunners are no longer afraid of collisions, and when the referee is no longer biased, the rhythm of the game completely falls into Arsenal's hands.

Southampton assistant coach Falk Rivers is very worried.

He didn't know how to make a substitution, but he saw the pathetic look on Krasi's face after Qin Ming got past him.

He decided to bring on Romeu.

"Southampton made the first adjustment! Romeu comes from La Masia and has similar technical characteristics to Busquets, being able to both organize and defend."

"In 2012, he won the Champions League and the FA Cup with Chelsea."

"His replacement is definitely aimed at Qin Ming."

Zhan Jun analyzed.

However, Romeu's overall strength has declined, and his previous loan spells at Chelsea for Valencia and Stuttgart already demonstrate his current form.

Can't stop it.

He had only been on the field as a substitute for five minutes when he was shown a yellow card by the referee for pulling Qin Ming.

"Southampton's defensive strategy is proving effective!"

"But Arsenal's attacking firepower is very strong, and they seem determined to score!"

"However, the Gunners' stamina has declined, and if they can't score early to equalize, they are very likely to be countered by Southampton!"

"Hey!"

"Qin Ming dribbled past Romeu and headed towards the byline, but Martina made a sliding tackle from the side and behind, clearing the ball out of bounds!"

on the field.

Qin Ming was knocked down by Martina's movement, but he got up immediately without saying a word.

This action is not a foul.

There's no need to argue with the other side; a corner kick would be fine.

"Keep an eye on him! Keep an eye on him!"

Van Dyke kept pointing at Qin Ming and reminding him.

However, Qin Ming chose to stay away from the left corner area, so Southampton naturally couldn't choose one person to follow him closely.

Otherwise, it would be very dangerous if there were no numerical advantage in the penalty area.

Ramsey took the corner kick from the left. He looked at Giroud, Mertesacker, and others in the penalty area, and decisively passed the ball with three fingers extended.

Snap! The football didn't fly towards the penalty area, but rolled along the ground towards the top of the arc.

"It's still the same!"

Van Dijk quickly shouted a reminder to his teammates.

Romeu immediately rushed towards Cazorla, attempting to block him while simultaneously trying to steal the ball.

"Leak!" A voice rang out, and Romeu turned his head in a panic. He saw that Cazorla hadn't touched the ball at all and had let it pass behind him.

Who?
It was Qin Ming who made a quick forward run!

Arsenal's number 10 gold jersey fluttered in the wind blowing from the English Channel.

He stared intently at the goal, took a long run-up, and came to the ball.

Swing your arms and kick your legs!
The "PUMA X KING 2015" shoes he was wearing had a red and white upper that hugged his instep, allowing him to unleash his power.

The point of contact with the ball was perfect!

The moment Qin Ming kicked the ball, he felt it could go in.

Bang! An unstoppable long-range shot from outside the box turned the football into a cannonball, whistling as it hurtled towards the Saints' goal.

Swish! The sound of the net being touched was heard again at the gate of Stekelenburg.

2-2! ! !

"Another corner for Arsenal! Ramsey delivers the corner to the edge of the box, Cazorla gets left behind!"

"It's Qin again! He takes a shot! A perfect volley! Southampton can't stop him!"

"Arsenal have equalized! Now, anything is possible!"

"Because the two teams are back to square one!"

"The King of North London has come to Southampton; he will punish those who are restless!"

Paul Dutton was so excited he was incoherent.

It's almost the same script, only mirrored, reflecting the shared thoughts of the 30,000 fans at St. Mary's Stadium.

They rubbed their eyes, looked at the electronic scoreboard, and checked it several times before accepting the reality that the score had been tied.

"Got the red and white''s all showing them how!"

The Red and White Legion will teach them a lesson!

Although Arsenal fans are few in number, their influence is by no means small.

Their loud voices echoed in everyone's ears.

This time, Qin Ming didn't need to go in to get the ball. Giroud bent down, hugged the ball to his chest, and glared at the somewhat dazed Stekelenburg.

"It's not over yet!"

Qin Ming has never been a magnanimous person; he will retaliate in kind whenever Southampton fans mock him.

Raising the index and middle fingers of his right hand attracted most people's attention.

"Come on, Arsenal! Come on, Arsenal!"

"Score another goal!"

"The Gunners will win!"

Arsenal fans continued to cheer.

Regardless of the outcome of this match, the fighting spirit of the players on the field is gratifying.

Sometimes that's exactly what fans want.

Bertrand Carlsen pumped his fist, "The Southampton guys are just as disgusting as Tottenham!"

“Beat them! Let them know that even with the referees’ help, they’re nothing but a bunch of clowns!” Holden David’s face was flushed.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Break his legs!"

"Are you all a bunch of idiots, getting scored on by the same goal?"

Southampton fans feel ashamed as they have ever been; they are now as embarrassed as they were before.

Some people even criticized their own players.

Southampton fans glared at Qin Ming with disgust, hurling the most vile words they had ever learned into the stadium as if they were free.

In the stands, Ronald Koeman recalled the 1992 European Cup final, when Barcelona faced Sampdoria of Italy.

He broke the deadlock with a long-range free kick.

That shot looks a lot like this one.

The only difference is that one is a set piece, and the other is a goal from open play.

Wenger patted the fan next to him, asking him to make room for him.

Getting older.

My back hurts from standing for a long time.

He sat down, crossed his legs, and glanced at his watch.

There are approximately 18 minutes left in the regular time.

However, given the previous conflict between the two teams, there should be a lot of stoppage time today, at least six minutes.

They have a great chance to turn the game around.

"You want them to turn things around at St. Mary's Stadium?" Wanyama gasped for breath, recalling Qin Ming's gaze, as if he were looking at trash.

He spat angrily, "I can't accept this!"

"They should just accept defeat!" Sean Long was also furious.

Martina remained silent because he was extremely tired.

Today, in order to stop Qin Ming, he and Krasi used every means at their disposal, and only managed to stop Qin Ming by committing multiple fouls.

However, as the referee tightened his grip, Clasie was substituted again.

He could no longer keep up with Qin Ming's pace.

"Let's hold onto this score first, then figure out a way to launch a counter-attack," Van Dijk said firmly.

After transferring from Celtic to Southampton this season for a transfer fee of 1600 million euros, he quickly established himself as a starting center-back.

His strength and personality gradually increased his influence. The match resumed.

Pat Rice brought on Arteta and Gibbs, who had finished warming up, to replace Ramsey and Bellerin, who were exhausted.

Actually, it was the same adjustment Wenger made as in the previous match.

But Pat Rice couldn't come up with a better solution.

Let's just imitate it like that.

The substitutions had a surprisingly good effect, with Southampton's main attacking threat coming from Mane on the left flank.

He is reportedly being scouted by Liverpool and will be transferring there next season.

"Southampton's defense was very solid! This time they learned their lesson and sent people to follow Qin Ming wherever he went!"

"Arteta sends a long pass to Sanchez!"

"Cuts inside to attempt a shot, Van Dijk blocks it!"

Zhan Jun was getting a little anxious.

With little time left in regulation, Arsenal, riding high on their momentum and having scored two goals, are they about to lose?

He wanted to see something even more thrilling.

"I can't just wander around on the outskirts anymore," Qin Ming calmly analyzed the situation.

Now Wanyama and Romeu are keeping a close eye on him.

How to do?
They ventured into the penalty area, utilizing the complex environment to create scoring opportunities.

"Third brother, watch my position later. Even if it's not ideal, I can still pass the ball!" Qin Ming whispered to Cazorla.

Time is running out, and it's practically impossible to get another perfect opportunity.

You have to create it yourself.

Qin Ming tapped the ground with the toe of his right foot, and after receiving a response from Cazorla, he plunged into the penalty area.

Wanyama and Romeu looked at each other in bewilderment.

They definitely can't follow in this situation, otherwise their defensive formation will be thrown into chaos, especially with Van Dijk behind them.

"Leave it to me!" the Dutchman said confidently.

In fact, Arsenal contacted him last season, but did not sign him in the winter transfer window, instead signing Gabriel.

Van Dijk was certainly dissatisfied.

Therefore, he wanted to defend against Qin Ming and prove his worth.

"Hoo!" Qin Ming glanced at Van Dijk, the future world number one defender, and his body became excited.

Soon the fourth official raised the LED board.

Six minutes of stoppage time.

A tense atmosphere hung over St. Mary's Stadium.

The fans from both sides stopped hurling insults and focused their attention on the field.

The 92th minute of the game.

Southampton found a counter-attack opportunity, with Romeu sending a long pass to Mane who was making a run forward.

However, Gibbs and Arteta's defensive support forced Mane, whose stamina had severely declined, to pass the ball across to Shawn Long, who was there to receive it.

Seeing that he had no chance to break through, Shawn Long took a shot directly from the outside.

Useless!

Cech easily caught the ball and launched a long kick towards the left side of the field.

Qin Ming used a series of aerial lobs to get rid of Martina's pressing, but Romeu quickly came to cover.

When he passed the ball to Cazorla, the game entered a positional battle.

Is this the end?

Qin Ming looked around; Van Dijk was on the right, and Fonte was on the left.

The two of them clamped him down like an iron gate.

What else could he do in this cramped space?
Suddenly, Cazorla's pass interrupted him, all thoughts vanished from his mind, and the world seemed to be muted.

All he could see was the whistling football.

It moves very fast and is difficult to stop while spinning.

But he has stopped training countless times.

His muscles reacted, lifting his right foot and relaxing his ankle the moment he touched the ball, thus dissipating the impact of the football.

The whole process was smooth and soothing!
"Rob him!" Stekelenburg's voice distorted as he stood at the door.

Van Dijk remained calm, waiting for Qin Ming to control the ball before making a tackle.

But the next second his pupils suddenly shrank.

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!" Qin Ming moved with lightning speed, hooking the ball behind him.

His ball control is no longer limited to just controlling the ball.

The key is the subsequent connection.

After Van Dijk's attempt to steal the ball failed, he saw Fonte also trying to intercept.

Finished!

The Dutch center-back's spirits plummeted.

Qin Ming's lob not only fooled himself, but also his teammates.

But how do you shoot when your back is to the goal?

Van Dijk thought about many things in the blink of an eye, and then he knew the answer.

The term "ball feel" is inexplicable.

Because ball feel cannot be quantified and its standards cannot be measured, but physical fitness can.

With his near-peak flexibility, Qin Ming was able to lob the ball to the left and then hook it from the spot without jumping!
With the body stretched to its limit, a right instep strikes the ball!

Stekelenburg never expected Qin Ming to shoot like that.

Bang! By the time he came to his senses, the ball was already in the net.

2-3! ! !

Wow! St. Mary's Stadium was filled with gasps of amazement. Southampton fans covered their heads, and Arsenal fans covered their heads as well.

They couldn't believe what they had just seen.

But the score displayed on the electronic scoreboard told them it was true.

"Yeah!!!" The gunmen erupted in hoarse cheers, shouting wildly even though their throats were so dry they were stinging.

Lore!

After conceding two goals in the first half, they scored three in a row to turn the game around!

This is a scene I haven't seen in many years.

"Should Cazorla shoot or pass?"

"Qin! Qin! Control the ball, chip it over, and unleash a powerful shot! He's scored again!"

"hat trick!"

"Southampton have conceded three goals in quick succession, and the score is now 2-3! Arsenal have come back from behind at St. Mary's Stadium!"

"This is the spirit of the Gunners! This is a great comeback!"

"In their final match of 2015, the Gunners rediscovered their never-give-up spirit! They turned Southampton into clowns!"

"Celebrating two goals in the first half ahead of time?!"

Paul Dutton, ignoring the pay cut, pounded the team badge on his chest and roared, "You fucking are weaker than AC Milan, we fucking are stronger than Liverpool! Fuck your two goals, prepare for defeat, clown!"

The domestic broadcast room.

"A magnificent goal! Ball control, the most basic skill, is transformed by Qin Ming like a magic touch, creating countless different plays!"

"His skill, his agility, his boundless imagination, and his elegant footwork have given the simple skill of ball control a visually stunning enhancement!"

"hat trick!"

"Qin Ming scored three goals in the second half, changing the score from 2-0 to 2-3!"

"90 million pounds is excellent value for money!"

Zhan Jun could not hide his excitement.

If he were watching the game at home, he would have already started swearing.

"This match may go down in history," Zhang Lu remarked.

St. Mary's Stadium.

"Swear! Shh!" Qin Ming ran to the corner flag area and held up three fingers.

He then faced the camera and slapped the air.

*Smack!* Everyone in the stadium seemed to hear the crisp sound, and the Southampton fans felt a burning sensation on their faces.

"Shh!" They can't afford to be provoked when they're playing at home.

However, Qin Ming just sneered and put his index finger to his lips.

Shut up!
(End of this chapter)