Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 238 Qin Ming, the Scumbag Killer! He raises his legs for the sake of artistic football, stopping the ball in a way that exceeds imagination!
"Leicester City's adjustments are showing results very quickly!"

"Kanter caused Qin Ming trouble. Remember the last time the two faced off? Qin Ming used his height and long legs to control the ball more effectively, making it impossible for Kanter to touch it!"

"But today Kanté chose to stick close!"

After realizing he was pinned down, Qin Ming instructed his teammates to attack the other side.

The 33th minute of the game.

Sanchez cut inside and shot with his left foot, which hit Morgan's arm.

"Referee! Penalty!" Giroud has sharp eyes.

However, referee Atkinson refused, arguing that Leicester City had not profited and that Morgan had no subjective intent.

five minutes later.

Vardy dribbled into the penalty area and was brought down by Koscielny, but Atkinson decisively pointed to the penalty spot.

"Isn't even this kind of reasonable physical confrontation allowed?"

Koscielny didn't understand.

"My teammate had a positional advantage, so it shouldn't have been a penalty, and he went down way too easily!"

When Arteta is not on the field, Mertesacker is the captain.

He needs to step forward and communicate with the referee.

“You touched the offensive player’s supporting foot,” Atkinson said firmly.

"Damn it!" Koscielny cursed silently as he turned around.

It's impossible for a seasoned player like Vardy not to dunk, and this was a premeditated attempt to deceive the opponent.

Vardy shares similar philosophies with Diego Costa.

Victory can be achieved by any means necessary.

After he won the penalty, he smiled at Koscielny with a provocative expression.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Koscielny took a deep breath.

If he loses control of his emotions and gets taken off the field by Vardy, he will become a sinner against Arsenal.

Even if Vardy scores a penalty, it will only equalize the score.

Koscielny looked at Qin Ming not far away and saw calm on the other's face, which calmed his agitated mood considerably.

"Let's take a look at Leicester City's penalty!"

"Run-up. Shot! A very bold shot down the middle. Cech misjudged the direction and failed to protect the Gunner like he did last time!"

"In the 41st minute, Leicester City equalized, making the score 1-1!"

After scoring, Vardy was very arrogant, pointing at the camera and sticking out two index fingers.

Scoring in 11 consecutive games!
Previously, people said that the £90 million man was the biggest hot topic for the future of the Premier League.

He disagreed.

Having completed his transformation, he will radiate a brilliance no less than, and perhaps even more dazzling than, Qin Ming's.

The Premier League Golden Boot this season is by no means a sure thing for anyone.

Qin Ming glanced at the dejected Koscielny and said, "Don't let him affect you. Stick to your own pace, or it will be even harder to play later."

Although he has never played as a defender, from a striker's perspective, he would certainly hope that the defenders would lose their composure.

"Don't worry," Koscielny nodded.

Playing against forwards like Diego Costa and Vardy repeatedly naturally forces you to stay calm.

Besides, he's not an emotionally driven guard.

As for frequently conceding penalties, sometimes there's just nothing we can do.

After the game restarted, there wasn't much time left in regulation time, and no opportunities arose.

Beep!
Soon the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

Qin Ming and his teammates returned to the locker room. After taking off his down jacket, Wenger said, "Our midfield interception intensity is still not enough, which allowed them to easily complete the transition. So we need to pay attention to midfield pressing in the second half, especially the immediate counter-pressing after losing possession."

"As for the attack, we can make some adjustments. Francis and Aaron can push forward to create a numerical advantage, and then quickly pass and cut to complete the penetration."

"Qin, if you're restricted on the wing, you can try moving towards the center and looking for opportunities to shoot from the outside."

Wenger did not blame anyone for the goal conceded.

After all, that's just his personality, but in the eyes of Mourinho and others, this is just indulging the player.

This is also why Arsenal has often collapsed in the past.

There's no need to worry too much now.

Qin Ming's outburst at halftime last time made the Arsenal players realize their own shortcomings.

"I think their defense around the penalty area is weak. I can try a chip shot; that position is quite threatening."

Qin Ming discussed offensive tactics with Cazorla.

"Yes, but that short French player always seems to be in the right place and likes to steal the ball from blind spots. You have to be careful of him."

Cazorla was dispossessed several times in the first half.

"Don't worry." Qin Ming smiled confidently.

While Kanté is strong, I am not weak either, and may even be stronger.

As he spoke, he patted his long legs.

After the start of the second half, Arsenal launched a relentless attack.

"Pass it over here!" Qin Ming asked Kirkland for the ball, turned his back to Kanté and separated the ball from him, and subtly changed the direction of the ball with a pull.

*Snap!* Kant quickly stretched out his leg, only to find it was shorter than expected.

The Frenchman pursed his thick lips. He hated this feeling of powerlessness, but his short legs were a natural defect, an unchangeable fact.

Whoosh! A series of exclamations suddenly came from the stands.

The Gunners excitedly raised their hands, watching Qin Ming pull the ball past Kanté and then use a shift in his center of gravity to get past Simpson.

This forced the Leicester City full-back to commit a tactical foul.

Yellow card!

Referee Atkinson promptly pulled out a card.

"I heard this guy is a scumbag too," Qin Ming said, sitting on the grass and adjusting his shin guards.

He recently read in The Sun magazine that Simpson had an ambiguous relationship with Lisa Cantorstavros, a judge on The Idol, and that their text messages were so cheesy they made his teeth ache.

I want to hold you tight so you won't leave me and will wholeheartedly accept my every move.

But it's important to know that Simpson has a girlfriend and a wife he's legally married to.

He is even the father of two children.

"Dude, you're not just going to be a Merseyside killer from now on."

Qin Ming patted his butt and stood up, "Still a scumbag killer."

He had already taught Courtois, Terry, and others a lesson, so Simpson wouldn't be any different.

Thinking about it this way, he felt like he was a champion of justice, and he got quite excited.

The 56th minute of the game.

Cazorla had the ball and was facing Drinkwater. Just as Drinkwater was about to press, Cazorla seized the opportunity and made a through pass.

Qin Ming happened to cut across the middle from the side lane.

Before receiving the ball, Simpson looked back and followed closely behind.

An idea popped into Qin Ming's mind.

After stepping on the ball, pause for a moment, then subtly pull it back.

Whoosh! Simpson felt a chill in his groin and quickly stopped and turned around in a panic.

"I'll get past you again!" Qin Ming pulled the ball again, completing a second nutmeg.

Boom! As a typical veteran English player, he is similar to players from the last century in that he cannot tolerate being humiliated.

Moreover, he had been chosen by Sir Alex Ferguson to partner with Scholes and others.

How did Scholes play back then?
He would first show his opponent his cleats, then spit and say: "If you don't want your legs broken, you'd better behave."

Simpson recalls playing against Arsenal, where Neville and Scholes would take turns fouling Reyes whenever he had the ball, making him writhe on the ground in pain.

"Use a spicy kick to deal with Arsenal's weakness!"

Simpson recalled Scholes's advice to him.

Enraged, he slammed into Qin Ming.

fall!
Qin Ming fell even more decisively than Vardy, and even used the momentum to roll a couple more times.

No one was seriously injured.

"What the hell are you doing!" Qin Ming's top bodyguard was not here today, and Kirkland was like a little bull, shoving Simpson away wildly.

"Get him!" Giroud also rushed over and rammed into Simpson.

A conflict between the two teams was imminent, with curses and shoving going on.

Beep, beep, beep!

Atkinson rushed over to take control of the situation. Without much hesitation, he pulled out a yellow card, followed by a red card.

Two yellows turn into one red!
"No...it was me!" Simpson's anger vanished instantly; the red card in front of him turned his anger into fear.

He never expected things to turn out this way.

They were already under a lot of pressure defending the flanks. If he were to get sent off with a red card, who would be able to stop Qin Ming?
He didn't want to be the team's scapegoat.

Therefore, he humbly pleaded for leniency, hoping that Atkinson would change the ruling.

"Please leave immediately!"

Atkinson looked coldly at the Leicester City players and used a red card to stop the conflict in the shortest possible time.

"You liar!" Simpson looked down and saw Qin Ming's ambiguous smile.

"Oh."

Qin Ming shrugged.

He often gets yelled at by defenders, but he doesn't get angry; instead, he becomes proud.

After all, an offensive player who doesn't get yelled at by defenders isn't a good player. "I hope you can defend like this again next time we meet."

Qin Ming didn't forget to add a sentence.

Simpson paused, his shoulders trembling, but he still silently left the scene.

"What does it matter if he gets sent off at this point!"

Ranieri, standing on the sidelines, was breathing heavily. He could accept Simpson being beaten, but he couldn't accept being sent off with a red card.

The impact of being outnumbered is simply too great.

Moreover, Arsenal excels at passing and possession; how should they play from here on out?
They can only try to secure a draw by parking the bus.

the other side.

With his hands in his down jacket pockets, Wenger remarked, "Qin has become increasingly shrewd."

"He always manages to do things that people never imagine."

Pat Rice wholeheartedly agrees.

As for whether doing this is aboveboard or not?
Defensive players who get carried away by being tricked and do things against the rules should be punished.

Their only concern was whether Qin Ming was injured.

Leicester City make a substitution!

"Wasilevskiy replaces Mahrez. It seems Ranieri is still very calm. He knows that the flank defense must not be left undefended, otherwise Qin Ming can turn them into sieves!"

"Even if we have to give up the attack now, we must contain Qin Ming!"

"Let's take a look at Arsenal's free kicks first!"

On the field, Qin Ming estimated the distance and decided that shooting directly would be a bad idea.

Snap! So he took a run-up and faked a shot, which led to Cazorla passing the ball to him.

The football spun and fell into the penalty area, catching Leicester City players off guard. By the time they jumped to get a header, it was too late.

Giroud met the ball and swung his hair-sprayed head.

Bang! The close-range headbutt was powerful enough to catch Schmeichel off guard.

2-1! ! !

"Beautiful free-kick tactic! Arsenal are in the lead again!"

"Ranieri was just preparing to defend with all his might when this goal came, and all his plans fell through!"

So what should we do next?

"We have no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​parking the bus and push the formation forward to attack. Otherwise, there's no difference between 2-1 and 3-1, since we'll both get 0 points!"

Paul Dutton provides passionate commentary.

"Arsenal!" The Emirates Stadium erupted in cheers once again.

Qin Ming glanced at the Leicester City goal, then looked helplessly at Kanté; the Frenchman had his eye on him today.

As a result, both Giroud and Sanchez scored goals.

He hasn't done anything yet.

"Staring at me won't help. Look at number 19, his passing is very accurate. Look at number 17, his breakthroughs are sharp."

While his teammate had the ball, Qin Ming casually spoke to Kanté.

"The coach told me to keep an eye on you."

The French boy was very well-behaved; he always wore his underwear when showering in the locker room.

Therefore, he answered Qin Ming's question.

"Chance!"

As Leicester City pressed forward in an attempt to wrest possession from Arsenal, their overall formation inevitably moved forward.

Then the space behind the defensive line was exposed.

Before Kant could finish speaking, Qin Ming saw Ramsey lean forward.

This is a sign that the ball is about to be passed.

He immediately turned and sprinted back to the backcourt. Kant's eyes widened in disbelief. He still thought Qin Ming was a good person, after all, he had helped him correct his accent.

I never expected them to ambush me.

No matter how fast her short legs moved, they couldn't catch up with Qin Ming's back.

"Hey!"

Kant suddenly realized a problem.

Ramsey's long pass lacked timing, forcing Qin Ming to slow down and wait for the ball, which created his opportunity.

He glanced around before turning around.

Vardy is in a good position. If I can win the ball back, I can just kick it forward and Vardy will be one-on-one with the goalkeeper.

The French little marinated egg immediately perked up.

However, the next second his mouth opened slightly as he saw Qin Ming not slow down, but instead bend forward.

What do you mean?
He had a bad feeling.

"Every part of my body can stop the ball!"

Qin Ming felt the ball against his back and gently bounced it onto his running trajectory.

This unconventional approach drew gasps of amazement from the Emirates Stadium.

Arsenal fans are reminded of Bergkamp's performance at Highbury more than a decade ago.

Both the former Arsenal number 10 and the current Arsenal number 10 seem to be raising their legs for artistic football, pursuing performances that exceed the imagination of football.

Every touch of the ball by them is an art that touches the heart.

"KING!!!"

Qin Ming listened to the thunderous shouts and, amidst countless shocked gazes, made a sudden stop and a quick move to attack Schmeichel one-on-one.

He no longer dared to dribble past the goalkeeper in one-on-one situations.

Bang! In the instant the center of gravity shifted to the right, the ball was pushed to the left.

"Damn it!" Schmeichel wasn't fooled, but he missed his best chance and could only watch the ball go in.

3-1! ! !

Leicester City, now down to ten men, conceded another goal.

"Qin! He's sprinting across the field, showing no signs of slowing down!"

"Wow! He controlled the ball with his back, what a brilliant move, what a beautiful shot!"

Goal!

"Who could have imagined this scene 10 seconds ago? I even thought he would be dispossessed, since it wasn't a good opportunity!"

"But Qin's greatest strength is turning what shouldn't be an opportunity into an opportunity!"

Paul Dutton was just as excited as the Arsenal fans.

On the field, Qin Ming raised an eyebrow at Kanté, as if to say silently: Didn't expect me to be able to do this, buddy?
Kant lowered his head, somewhat discouraged.

He really didn't expect it.

In front of Qin Ming, he was like a green recruit, completely unable to keep up with the pace.

The predictions they were so proud of have also lost their effectiveness.

Kante rubbed his face vigorously, inexplicably recalling the offer Arsenal had made for him during the winter transfer window.

If they're not opponents, then they can become teammates.
Seems pretty good too.

"Don't think so much!" Kant shook his head vigorously, dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, and silently returned to his seat.

"Yeah!!!" Arsenal fans cheered hysterically, having been looking forward to this moment since they woke up in the morning.

Wenger, watching from the stands, was also incredibly excited.

No matter how many times he watched the game or how many brilliant plays Qin Ming made, he would still be excited at this moment.

"Qin! Your back control is better than Olivia's foot control!"

Ramsey received a glare from Giroud as soon as he finished speaking.

"Aaron, we should thank you. If you hadn't spread the word, we wouldn't have seen this!"

Giroud teased.

"I...I guessed that Qin could stop!" Ramsey blushed slightly.

"Ha ha!"

Qin Ming smiled and high-fived his teammates, then humbly added, "Next time, give them more time ahead. I can't guarantee 100% success."

In high-speed motion, you need to predict where the football will land, control your back muscles, and ensure that the force and angle of stopping the ball are all precise and without the slightest deviation.

It is much more difficult than people imagine.

He was also lucky to have succeeded this time.

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Ramsey patted his chest and assured her.

Looking at Qin Ming surrounded by the crowd, Ranieri took off his silver glasses and sighed silently.

The tide is gone.

Already outnumbered, they were further outmaneuvered by Arsenal, who extended their lead, not to mention Qin Ming, a player they couldn't handle.

"We can only wait for Arsenal to falter on their own."

Ranieri looked up at the sky and placed his hopes on spring.

With ten men, Leicester City's possession continued to decline as Arsenal continued to pass and control the ball.

Near the end of the match.

Arsenal's possession rate reached 74%.

Time also slipped away as they controlled the ball.

Beep-beep-beep!
Finally, the referee blew his whistle, and Arsenal defeated Leicester City 3-1.

(End of this chapter)