Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 280: The Frog Jump That Amazed the World! An Unexpected Free Kick Goal! Another Victory Over Chelsea!

Emirates Stadium.

"Ivanovic looks like he's in pain. Due to the limited coverage area of ​​Chelsea's two holding midfielders, he's mostly stuck in one-on-one situations!"

"And the pressure Qin Ming put on him was probably ridiculously high!"

"coming!"

Paul Dutton straightened his back and leaned slightly forward.

With tens of thousands of Arsenal fans watching, Cazorla dribbled past Mikel and quickly looked up and around.

On the left, Qin Ming was being marked by Ivanovic, while on the right, Sanchez was being closely marked by APZ.

As for Morata, he's playing head-to-head with David Luiz.

After a brief moment of thought, Cazorla made his choice and passed the ball to the left wing.

"Nacho, move forward!"

Qin Ming stepped on the ball and waved his hand forward, signaling Monreal to move forward.

But Ivanovic wasn't held back; instead, Willian, sporting a messy haircut, immediately sped up to catch up with Monreal.

Well, seeing this situation, Qin Ming decisively decided to do it himself.

"Close the door to stop him from cutting in the middle!"

Gary Cahill said calmly.

Since Monreal has already moved forward, Qin Ming will most likely go through the middle, which is common sense in football.

So the two of them just need to block the position.

Even if Messi or Maradona came, I'm confident I could stop them.

They left me some space in the middle, were they trying to lure me in?
Qin Ming's mind was racing, but he didn't hesitate at all. Knowing there was a tiger ahead, he still went into the tiger's den.

Gary Cahill and Ivanovic were alarmed at the sight.

Even though the two of them are clearly in the advantage, why would they feel palpitations?

Qin Ming dribbled the ball to the two players, suddenly slowed down, flicked the ball with his left foot, then flicked it again with his right foot, and sprang forward with a second burst of power.

It moves as fast as a frog jumping.

Gary Cahill never even considered such a scenario.

Ivanovic is the same.

The moment of hesitation between the two allowed Qin Ming to break free from their pincer movement!
"My God!" exclaimed the more than 50,000 fans at the Emirates Stadium in disbelief.

What kind of outlandish operation is this?

Hazard, who was in the distance, scratched his backside. He believed that his dribbling skills were so good that he could rank among the top three in the top five leagues.

But subconsciously he regarded Qin Ming as a player of the same level.

Moreover, Qin Ming possesses creativity, which is what he lacks most.

Arsenal's number 10 on the green field is still moving forward.

"Foul!" David Louis roared in exasperation as he covered for the two players.

This left Morata unguarded.

*Thwack!* Qin Ming wasn't selfish enough to continue his breakthrough; instead, he flicked the ball over with his right foot.

Morata was deeply moved.

Facing Courtois, the Spanish tower leaps into the air, pushing off with both feet.

Header!

People now only know that Cristiano Ronaldo's jumping height is 84cm, but they don't know that Morata's jumping height is 82cm.

Not to mention Morata's double backward foot, which automatically switches to no backward foot when he jumps!

Courtois lowered his center of gravity, ready to pounce at any moment.

Instead of heading the ball, Morata lobbed it towards the far post.

The Emirates Stadium erupted when the ball sailed over Courtois's hand and fell into the goal!
"Come on, Arsenal!"

The gunman responded to the Blues with terrifying force.

Morata was also very excited after scoring, but he didn't forget his benefactor and dragged Qin Ming to the corner flag area, becoming the third center forward to wipe Qin Ming's shoes.

"Pretty!"

"The goal went in!"

"Qin Ming used a frog jump to bypass Ivanovic and Gary Cahill!"

"Morata, who received the lobbed pass, didn't waste the opportunity and calmly sent the ball into the goal!"

"Arsenal take the lead again in the 37th minute of the first half!"

"First there was Hazard's unstoppable breakthrough, then Qin Ming's unrestrained creativity!"

"How boring football would be without these two players!"

Zhan Jun waved his fist as he explained.

"Since his debut, every center Qin Ming has encountered—Dost, Giroud, and Morata—seems to have liked this celebration move?"

"Hey, why is the camera focused on the sidelines? Giroud looks a bit resentful!"

"Would you call Qin Ming a scumbag?"

Zhang Lu chuckled and added.

On the field, Qin Ming collided chests with Morata. "Alvaro, when you think with your head, you're world-class!"

"That's right!"

Morata pointed to his head and spun around in place, as if to say to the fans in a silent way: "Two weak feet may be a joke, but my neck is full of world-class equipment!"

"His speed during the jump without a weak foot is so fast!"

Cazorla knew how much benefit a player could gain from being equally balanced with both feet.

Morata's jump from the spot was three points faster than Giroud's, which allowed him to avoid Courtois.

"Then why are your shots so terrible?"

Sanchez asked in Chilean-accented English.

"Hmm, maybe it's because I haven't found the right shooting boots?"

Morata came up with a reason.

"Haha!" Qin Ming and the others burst into laughter upon hearing this.

not far away.

Ivanovic rubbed his knee to relieve the pain caused by the friction from Qin Ming's continuous changes of direction.

Gary Cahill also fell silent.

He is Terry's designated successor and the future leader of the Blues.

However, he made frequent mistakes when facing Qin Ming.

It wasn't really a mistake; it was just that he could never keep up with Qin Ming's train of thought.

Just imagine.

What kind of player can use a frog jump and successfully get away in that situation?

This made him very disappointed in himself.

"Why didn't you foul just now?!"

Courtois couldn't help but complain.

"Gary has a yellow card, Branislav."

Azpilicueta couldn't find a reason either.

He could only console them by saying, "We're only down by one goal, and we have a chance to equalize. We're no weaker than them."

"Ceske, get the attacking play organized, otherwise we'll be too passive."

Hazard said to Fabregas.

"I'll do my best." Fabregas looked up at the three red and white stands, which resembled crashing waves.

These cheers were once given for him.

He shook his head vigorously, realizing he regretted it, but there was no turning back now, and he was unwilling to end his career like this.

He still aims to win the Premier League title, a title he has never achieved before.

"Try to get the ball to me first."

Diego Costa was a bit irritable; he hadn't touched the ball much in the 30-plus minutes of the game.

Can this be tolerated?
But after Fabregas drops back, the two defensive midfielders can only organize and plan, at most finding Hazard and Willian on the wings.

This was done at the risk of being dispossessed by Kanté and Kirkland.

How can he get through the defense and pass directly to Diego Costa?

Seeing Diego Costa jumping up and down in frustration, Qin Ming gave Kanté a strange look, thinking that without this pillar of strength, Chelsea's strength was indeed greatly affected.

This year's title defense will be a bit easier.

"gogogo!"

Qin Ming waved to his teammates, "There are still a few minutes left, let's try to score another goal!"

His passion inspired the others; the Gunners raised their hands, their eyes fixed on the Chelsea goal, leaning slightly forward as if preparing to sprint.

Beep! ! !
Arsenal's tactics remained unchanged after the match restarted.

"Continue to tear apart Chelsea's defense around Qin!"

"Wow! Ivanovic lost his balance and was knocked down by Qin Huang's backward fall!"

"Conte on the bench looked displeased. Is it because there aren't many players with that kind of breakthrough ability in Serie A that he misjudged Qin's level?"

"The three butchers from before the match have also disappeared!"

Paul Dutton was full of sarcasm.

Conte's somber gaze swept across the bench; he had only brought one full-back today, Marcos Alonso.

This Spanish player has distinctive characteristics.

Strong offense, weak defense.

Moreover, it only works with a three-center-back system; in a four-defender tactic, it's just a tollbooth.

What is a toll booth?
It's similar to the meaning of Route 66.

"Hold on until halftime!" Conte decided not to make any substitutions for the time being, and would make adjustments back in the locker room.

This decision caused Ivanovic immense distress.

"Willian has now been playing as a full-back instead of a winger, and it was only with the help of Ivanovic, Mikel, and Gary Cahill that they barely managed to hold off Arsenal's attacks down the left flank!"

"Ouch! Qin Ming tried a frog jump again, but this time he failed!"

"The ball has been cleared out of bounds!"

"Beep-beep!"

"The first half has ended, Arsenal 2-1 Chelsea!"

"Qin Ming and Morata each scored a goal, while Hazard scored for Chelsea. It was a truly exciting 45 minutes!"

"Hopefully the second half will be even more exciting!"

Zhan Jun lay back in the chair, his expression showing that he was still not satisfied.

Studio.
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[The Arsenal vs. Chelsea match is definitely more exciting!]
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Chelsea didn't make many signings, only adding a center-back, but the overall tactical changes have been quite effective.
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[Wasn't it all thanks to Hazard's own amazing performance?]
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To be honest, Arsenal is quite effective against Chelsea, especially when there's a clear difference in quality between Qin Ming and Ivanovic in their respective positions.
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I really didn't expect that frog jump.
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It looks simple, but you need to find the right opportunity and be strong in your defense, otherwise you won't be able to get past it.
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For a moment, I thought I was on a basketball court.
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Qin Ming truly treats football like a game; he enjoys the sport.
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While fans were discussing it, inside the Arsenal dressing room...

"They will most likely change their formation in the second half, switching from a four-defender formation to a three-center-back formation. We've mentioned this before, so everyone be careful."

"Their three-second quick transition principle makes counter-attacks very effective; previously, 37% of Chelsea's goals came from counter-attacks."

"The most important thing to watch out for is the three center-backs. David Luiz has good footwork and can often deliver penetrating long passes that directly find the center forward for a second attack."

Wenger patiently explained the points that needed attention.

"Their midfield defensive intensity is not high enough, especially in terms of coverage area. If our two defensive midfielders push forward, we can create more transition points."

Qin Ming was silent for a while before saying, "Moreover, full-backs are basically going to attack. It's the same problem as before. As long as I can play to my position, I can spread to other areas."

Back when he was at Wolfsburg, Dieter Hecking instilled in him tactical thinking, giving him a broader perspective on football.

The professor instilled in him the habit of seeing the big picture from small details.

"You're right."

Wenger nodded with satisfaction, "If N'Golo were at Chelsea, his tactics would be even more perfect."

Upon hearing this, Kant grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth.

He was still a bit unfamiliar with Arsenal before, and always felt a little restrained.

But who is Qin Ming?
His greatest strength is helping his teammates integrate into the team.

After pulling down your underwear a few times and getting into a few awkward dances, you'll naturally blend in.

"In the second half, we can try more 45-degree crosses to find Alvaro."

Wenger continued.

Although Arsenal haven't really used bombing tactics much since the millennium.

But having more options means having more options.

In the away team's locker room.

"Why is it so cold?" Diego Costa asked, hugging his arms.

Fabregas gave a wry smile and remained silent.

Despite his refined and gentle appearance, Wenger has a cunning side.

Or rather, all Premier League teams are pretty much the same.

That is to use the locker room as a tool for psychological warfare.

For example, the away team's locker room temperature was 17°C, which forced the opponent's muscles to stiffen.

In 2005, Mourinho complained to the FA, "This place is no different from the Arctic; my players have to wear down jackets to warm up!"

Toilets and shower rooms are 10% smaller than standard sizes.

Mourinho complained, saying, "I suspect this was designed for U12 players; it feels even more like a prison than Sackyard!"

Above the away team's locker room is the Emirates Stadium's sound control room.

Mourinho has demanded an investigation from the FA, saying, "They definitely turned up the volume!"

Pochettino also complained that the toilet was so small it looked like it was for a hobbit.

In last season's North London derby, they even deliberately poured extra water.

"Focus on the game, we need to switch to a three-man defense," Conte interrupted the discussion.

He drew a 3-4-3 formation on the tactics board, with the front three becoming Hazard, Diego Costa, and Willian.

Fabregas partnered with Matic, with Marcos Alonso and Mikel on either side.

"Alright, once the second half starts, tell the Arsenal fans to be quiet!"

"come on!"

Conte clapped his hands.

After the start of the second half, Chelsea changed their formation and increased the pace of the game.

"Chelsea's three-center-back formation has undergone some changes!"

"Marcos Alonso immediately delivered a cross, and Opta fans commented that his crosses could turn any center forward into Drogba!"

"But Cech was still in top form against his former club, making a crucial save against Diego Costa's header!"

"Huh? There's a fight breaking out between the two teams, it looks like it's Van Dijk and his group?"

On the edge of the penalty area, Van Dijk glared at Diego Costa, who looked nonchalant.

"call!"

Seeing the concerned looks on his teammates' faces, Van Dijk took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

Diego Costa is disgusting.

He kept picking fights from the start of the game, making sarcastic remarks such as "You run like my grandma with arthritis" and "Your wife defends better than you."

He even deliberately stepped on the referee's foot and immediately raised his hand to say "Sorry mate," then smirked at him as the referee turned around.

Van Dijk is a relatively calm person, yet he was so angry that he looked like this. If it were Koscielny, he probably would have lost control of his mindset.

Even Mourinho gave this assessment.

Costa's mouth is more dangerous than his feet, but thankfully he's on my side.

“Virgil, just treat him like a rat. Look at his face, tsk tsk.”

Qin Ming dislikes personal attacks.

But Diego Costa, he really doesn't feel any psychological burden.

After saying that, he saw Diego Costa's cold look, shook his head and revealed a very smug smile, "Why are you looking at my handsome face?"

What's wrong with you?

Diego Costa scoffed.

"Emma, ​​you talk too much for a guy who looks like a caveman?"

Qin Ming covered his mouth and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

What does this sentence mean?

How can someone who looks like a caveman talk so much?
After saying that, he ignored Diego Costa and walked over to Mertesacker, whispering a few words to him. The latter was initially a little embarrassed, but then he remembered that he had also been mocked.

"Even your shadow is taller than you!"

Even your shadow is taller than you.

Diego Costa wanted to argue, but Mertesacker was two meters tall, while he was only 186cm.

"Hoohoo!"

This time, it was his turn to gasp for breath.

"The next time he insults you, just say that."

Qin Ming then walked over to Van Dyke and pointed to his teeth.

Van Dyke chuckled.

To be honest, Diego Costa's teeth are like a tombstone, so messy and disgusting to look at.

Actually, this guy isn't very skilled.

He's a master of double standards; he feels good when he mocks others, but he breaks down when they retaliate.

If he could remain as casual as ever, Qin Ming would think more highly of him.

But right.

Diego Costa seems to have broken through the defense.

Because he hates it most when people make fun of his appearance and teeth.

"Qin's mouth!"

Before the match resumed, the Arsenal players looked at each other in dismay. "It's deadly!" Cazorla added.

"Don't you guys think it's awesome?"

Kanté gave a good-natured smile.

"You're a cunning person too!"

Monreal complained.

“My belly is naturally dark!” Kant pretended not to understand.

"I said 'Scheming,' not 'Black belly'!"

Monreal corrected.

"I don't understand English."

Kanté showed two rows of teeth.

The two argued for a while, but Monreal eventually conceded defeat.

Seeing how relaxed the Arsenal players were, Diego Costa gritted his teeth, wishing he could bite Qin Ming hard.

Qin Ming grinned just like Kant, and even raised his right elbow.

His iron elbow hasn't even hit a striker yet.

If Diego Costa wants to cause trouble, he wouldn't mind going up against him.

"Forget it!"

Fabregas played the peacemaker, giving Diego Costa a way out.

The game starts again.

When Diego Costa dives and lies on the grass during a challenge.

Monreal and Cazorla then imitated his movements.

"The migrant worker group is no good either!"

Qin Ming exclaimed upon seeing it.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled the famous photograph of the two of them together.

The competition intensified amidst the taunts and banter from both sides.

In the 60th minute of the second half, William pulled Qin Ming down while retreating to defend.

It didn't take long.

Bellerin also fouled Hazard.

Meanwhile, Van Dijk and Diego Costa exchanged elbows while defending, and all four players received yellow cards.

Oliver's eyes are working quite well today.

Qin Ming cursed.

When he received the ball from Monreal, he turned and sprinted forward.

Mikel was close to him.

This guy joined Chelsea ten years ago, and at that time he even had a dispute with Manchester United.

At the time, Manchester United announced an agreement with Leon to sign Mikel, with media reports stating that the transfer fee was £4 million and Mikel would join Manchester United in January 2006.

However, Chelsea later issued a statement saying that they had reached an agreement with Mikel and his agent.

Multiple parties are embroiled in transfer disputes.

Mikel himself claimed that the signing with Manchester United took place without his agent's presence, and that it was under pressure from Leon that he wanted to join Chelsea.

Ultimately, through FIFA mediation, the three parties reached an agreement: Chelsea would pay Leon £400 million and Manchester United £1200 million.

That's why Chelsea was so rich back then.

"Mikel's role model is Makelele!"

"When Mikel was under Ancelotti, the Italian coach said he was very similar to him when he was young!"

"But he doesn't seem to be able to keep up with Qin Ming's pace either!"

This is inevitable.

Although Mikel is only 29 years old, his competitive form has declined significantly, and he is no longer the dominant midfielder he was a few years ago.

"I remember this guy later went to the Chinese Super League!"

Qin Ming used a sideways sway, but took a small hop to change direction inward.

This is his classic tactic.

It is by relying on strong core strength that, after observing the defensive player's movements, one can forcefully change direction to the other side.

It has a similar effect to Messi's extremely high footwork frequency.

"Go up! Go up!"

David Lewis urged Gary Cahill to hurry up.

Snapped!
"Alexis!" Qin Ming saw Sanchez cut in and made a no-look pass!

The latter received the ball and tried to cut inside the penalty area, but was blocked by APZ by half a body length.

His dark, thick thighs continued to exert force.

Bang! The two men fell to the ground during their struggle. Oliver blew his whistle and strode over, signaling a foul by the defender.

Arsenal have won a set piece in a good position!

"Similar to the first half, just on the right side of the penalty area!"

"Last time Qin Ming's shot was saved by Courtois, I wonder if he'll let Cazorla have it?"

Not allowed.

Because Courtois has a long reach, Qin Ming felt that his shots to the corners would most likely be saved.

Then why not take a different approach?

"I'm going to kick the ball from below in a bit."

Qin Ming covered his mouth and asked Cazorla, "What do you think?"

"Sure! He didn't fall very fast, and there was a wall of players blocking his way. Besides, your previous shots were mostly high balls!"

Cazorla thought it was very feasible.

"Then do it!"

Qin Ming took several steps back, rolled up his basketball shorts halfway, revealing his muscular thighs.

Courtois, standing in front of the goal, immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

That's incredibly imposing.

When he peered through the gaps in the human wall, he noticed Qin Ming's gaze constantly drifting towards the upper right corner.

He had made up his mind.

"Is Qin imitating Cristiano Ronaldo?"

Kant asked in a low voice from behind.

"He's deliberately trying to create a dramatic effect for the show."

Monreal scoffed, "In the 2014 Champions League final, Ronaldo took a free kick, and although he didn't score, it gave him a scare."

"How do you know so much?"

Kanté was quite curious.

“We train together every day, and when we talk about the competition, we talk about these things.”

Monreal shrugged.

After the two finished speaking, they returned to their positions, and Qin Ming also got ready to wait for Oliver to blow the whistle.

Get into position and take a running start!
The moment his right foot touched the ball, the wall of players, including Matic, jumped up almost simultaneously.

But to their alarm, they discovered that the football hadn't taken off.

what's the situation? !

Matic didn't have time to warn Courtois and could only hope that the other side was prepared.

"Damn it!"

However, Courtois' attention was mostly focused on the upper right corner, and his view was blocked for a moment by the wall of people, until he fell to the ground and tumbled to the side.

The football is within reach.

Will we be able to run into each other?
Qin Ming peered through the gap in the wall of players and saw Courtois flicking the ball with his fingertips, but he couldn't get it out of the way.

In!

"Oh yeah!"

Qin Ming strode towards the corner flag area and led his teammates in a collective knee slide.

"I knew they'd fall for it!"

He laughed heartily and hugged Cazorla.

"From now on, the goalkeeper will have to be wary of your shots from all four corners!"

Cazorla grinned mischievously.

"We also need to be wary of the middle!" Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

Kant looked at Qin Ming with envy.

He also dreamed of one day scoring a spectacular goal against his opponent.

"I'll give you a chance to score a penalty later."

Although Qin Ming was the youngest, he was already the eldest brother, and he put his arm around Kant and made a big promise.

"really?"

Kante's eyes lit up; he hadn't scored a goal since joining Arsenal.

"real!"

Qin Ming assured him.

Compared to the joy of the Arsenal players, the Chelsea players were a little bewildered.

First, they jumped over people like frogs, then they took ground free kicks. Are they treating the Premier League like amateur football?
"This goal wasn't our fault, was it?"

David Louis shrugged.

"Who told you to jump up?"

Courtois's voice trailed off as he spoke, until Gary Cahill stepped in and said, "The game isn't over yet, don't start blaming your teammates!"

He noticed that whenever they played against Arsenal, internal conflicts were likely to arise within the team.

Don't know what the reason is.

"Try again!"

Fabregas doesn't want to lose to Arsenal again.

Courtside.

Conte is not young anymore, and with his expressive body language, he seems to be more tired than the players.

He sat silently on the coach's bench, seemingly lost in thought.

Terry, on the bench, was also holding his forehead; the steely spirit he once displayed in this Chelsea team was nowhere to be seen.

How far can a team go if it keeps passing the buck when there are problems?
the other side.

Wenger and Pat Rice had finished celebrating and were looking at the electronic scoreboard with satisfaction.

"I thought I knew Qin very well, but now I realize I can't see through him."

"Yeah, look at those two perfect plays he made, could an ordinary player have thought of those?"

"Ninety million is not a loss at all!"

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The two showered him with compliments.

When the game resumed, both teams made adjustments.

Chelsea substituted Moses for Mikel.

Arsenal substituted Gustavo for Coquelin and Gibbs for Monreal.

"Let's take a look at the goal we just scored while the game is in a stalemate!"

"Qin Ming's feint was very realistic, giving Courtois a perfect opportunity to misjudge the situation!"

"And that footwork is amazing too, it went straight through the wall of people and pointed to the bottom right corner!"

"Sigh, Chelsea's attack seems to have lost its intensity, and to a very obvious degree!"

Zhan Jun astutely noticed the changing situation.

In fact, Conte's three-center-back system is prone to losing position after 70 minutes due to the excessive sprinting of the wing-backs, as their physical condition declines significantly.

Arsenal, after regaining possession, started playing a central passing and possession game.

"They can't get the ball!"

Qin Ming passed the ball to Gibbs again, looking very relaxed and casual.

indeed.

Even though Moses was only recently brought on, he didn't feel much pressure with Gibbs as his counterpart.

Chelsea became increasingly anxious as they struggled to win possession.

The 82th minute of the game.

Sanchez repeatedly dribbled past his markers on the wing; if APZ hadn't fought so hard, Sanchez probably would have passed the ball to Qin Ming, who was in open position.

Time is slipping away, bit by bit.

Beep-beep-beep!
Ultimately, the score remained unchanged at 3-1.

"Yeah!!!" The cheers at the Emirates Stadium resounded through the sky, and the waves of people stirred up by the Gunners in the North Stand gave the feeling of crashing waves.

They beat Chelsea again!

Starting with last season's Community Shield, they faced their biggest nemesis in the Premier League and changed their previous situation of being at a complete disadvantage.

Not only that.

They also announced the Gunners' transformation with a series of victories.

At the same time, it also made Arsenal's traitor Fabregas a complete loser in front of the Gunners who once loved him the most.

All these factors led to Arsenal fans cheering continuously.

"He seems very sad?"

Morata looked at Fabregas.

"So what if I'm sad?"

Qin Ming stomped on the grass, showing no sympathy for Fabregas.

These are all consequences of our own choices.

Actually, it's not that he can't leave, but leaving in that way is too hurtful.

Putting yourself in their shoes, who could accept this?

Thinking about this, Qin Ming didn't know if he would leave in the future, but staying in one team for too long seemed a bit boring.

Challenging.

But we'll see what happens in the future. He hasn't won the Champions League with Arsenal yet, and he's only achieved a seven-time champion title in the Premier League.

He also wants to carve 38 letters on the wall at the Kearney training facility.

He and his teammates thanked the fans and then walked towards the coaching bench.

"There's one more game, and we'll have a perfect record by September."

Qin Ming hugged the professor and asked, "I just don't know if this gift will be successfully delivered?"

"Don't you have confidence in beating Atletico Madrid?"

Wenger laughed.

I think we should all have them!

Qin Ming and the professor exchanged a smile, and Pat Rice chimed in, "That kid Qin wants your jersey. He said he made an appointment with you before the game."

"Oh, I know."

Qin Ming extended his right hand, and Branberg did the same, and the two gave each other a big high five.

"I've decided that next time I'll take a ground shot with my free kick!"

Branberg's eyes lit up, as if he could see Anne cheering him on from the sidelines.

"Can you kids even jump?"

Qin Ming was very suspicious.

"Don't underestimate us, okay?"

Branberg was not convinced.

"This is your jersey."

Qin Ming laid out the jersey, signed his name, and then tucked it into Bram Berg's arms.

"Qin! We'll be teammates from now on!"

Branberg waved.

Qin Ming didn't turn around, and waved his hand, "I'm only 20 years old this year, I'll wait for you for 15 years, keep up the good work!"

He took those words as just a consolation.

Of these young players, only one in a thousand can achieve success.

Those who can play for top clubs are one in a million.

As for becoming your teammate, that's a very long road ahead.

at the post-match press conference.

"I felt that today, especially in the first half, we played the high-speed football we wanted and put the opponent under pressure."

"We connect the team with high-speed passing, which is very effective."

"This is what many head coaches consider their 'great day,' and it's one of our best performances in recent years."

Wenger said smugly.

He wasn't without temper after being mocked by Conte before the match.

However, he still couldn't bring himself to swear.

the other side.

“We were not in good form from the first minute, which is very strange because Arsenal vs. Chelsea is supposed to be a heavyweight game. When we play against a great team like Arsenal, we should be fully focused from the first minute, but we failed to do so today.”

"We lost this crucial game and need to do a lot to improve and change the current situation because we are only a strong team on paper."

Conte became surprisingly humble.

(End of this chapter)