Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 284 The biased decisions of the West Asian referee! Two goals from free kicks with both feet! A quadruple!

After the third round of the Asian qualifiers for the final round of 12 concluded, Qin Ming and his teammates immediately headed to Tashkent, the capital of Uzbekistan.

This place is one of the important hubs on the Silk Road, and famous figures such as Zhang Qian, Faxian, and Xuanzang have all left their footprints here.

It is also known as the "City of the Sun".

Since they came by chartered plane, the whole journey wasn't too tiring.

However, considering that the competition is scheduled to take place in four days.

They rented a training ground in the area early on to acclimatize to Tashkent's climate, temperature, and other environmental conditions.

"This kind of hot weather is very physically demanding!"

Wearing a sun hat, Perrin addressed the Chinese national team players: "During the match, be careful to control your energy consumption, don't get too excited and rush in too aggressively, but also be careful of the opponent trying to seize the initiative at the start!"

In fact, the two teams had already faced off in last year's Asian Cup.

The Chinese team has performed well, and with their overall strength rising, they should have an even greater advantage.

However, the risks of playing away from home must also be considered.

"Winning this game will give us 12 points. I remember in the last World Cup, we only needed around 18 points to qualify, right?"

Qin Ming is practicing passing with Wu Lei.

Zhang Yuning, standing next to him, nodded. "Yes! Our goal this year should be first place in the group, right?"

"Definitely!"

Qin Ming said matter-of-factly.

Where does the Chinese national football team currently fall short?

The team has its own attacking options, with Wu Lei and Zhang Yuning playing in overseas leagues.

The defense includes players like Zhang Linpeng and Zheng Zhi.

Perrin's tactical system has been successfully established, and it seems that they can secure the top spot in the group before the final round.

"The World Cup!"

Qin Ming looked up at the dazzling sun and was quite looking forward to the scene of wearing the national team jersey and standing on the World Cup field.

"I wonder what kind of results we'll achieve in the World Cup."

Wu Lei is also dreaming.

"Whatever the outcome, it will be the biggest step ever!"

Qin Ming was very confident: "What we need to do is improve ourselves as much as possible in the remaining two years!"

His career was filled with regrets, including reaching the semi-finals of the German Cup, finishing third in the Asian Cup, and reaching the semi-finals of the Champions League.

But he still hopes his first World Cup journey will have a good result.

As for whether he can realize his ultimate dream in the future, he can only tell himself that there is hope, but the road ahead is long and arduous.

"come on!!!"

2016 10 Month 11 Day.

Benyodko Stadium.

Nearly 35,000 fans attended the match, setting a new record for the highest attendance at a single game since the stadium opened.

"The match has begun! The match has begun!"

"The Uzbekistan team is built around veterans from the golden generation, such as Jeparov and Akhmedov, and complemented by some new generation players!"

"Let's review the head-to-head record between the two teams!"

"Uzbekistan can be considered one of the four arch-rivals of the Chinese national team in the same group. The two sides have met a total of 10 times in international A-level matches, with the Chinese national team holding a slight advantage with 5 wins, 1 draw and 4 losses!"

"The first encounter between the two sides is unforgettable for Chinese fans. It was the men's football final of the 1994 Asian Games, where Uzbekistan, participating in the Asian Games for the first time after independence, defeated China 4-2 to win the championship."

"The two teams have met twice in the qualifying history. In 2001, the Chinese national team, coached by Milutinovic, achieved a record of 1 win and 1 loss against Uzbekistan in the final round of qualifying. However, the Chinese national team had already qualified when they lost to Uzbekistan in the last round away game."

"That is also the only time the Chinese national football team has ever traveled to Tashkent to play a match."

"Among the current national team players, there are two who participated in that match: Qu Chuliang, the current goalkeeper coach of the national team, played as a goalkeeper for half the game, while veteran Du Wei played the full game."

He Wei gave a brief introduction.

On the field, the Chinese team is in possession of the ball. Today, Perrin opted for a 4-4-2 formation, pairing Qin Ming with Zhang Yuning, while Wu Lei plays as a left winger.

Because he has to take on some of the defensive work.

"Press faster in midfield!"

Perrin kept shouting from the command center.

Under intense pressure, the Uzbek players did not attempt to control the ball, and Ahmedov delivered a long, over-the-top pass.

They were looking for Shomurodov, who could make quick forward runs.

The majority of players in the Uzbek national team are domestic players, mainly from the three traditional powerhouses: Pakhtakor, Lokomotiv Moscow, and Bunyodko. A small number of players play in the Chinese Super League and the Gulf League.

For example, Sergeyev and Krimets from Beijing Guoan, and Ismailov from Changchun Yatai.

"Nice grab!"

Seeing that Feng Xiaoting had won a touch, Zheng Zhi shouted to Wu Lei, who had the ball, "Push forward quickly!"

They will try to find a scoring opportunity when Uzbekistan changes formation between offense and defense.

Wu Lei has made significant progress in his half-year stint in the Bundesliga, and he makes a smooth run after receiving the ball.

He stopped and passed Sergeyev, who was rushing to fire.

"This way!"

Qin Ming saw Wu Lei dribbling with his head down, so he slowed down and shouted for the ball.

Although he was a striker alongside Zhang Yuning, he actually had a wide range of movement, and could be considered a pseudo-ninja or a shadow striker.

There is no specific positioning.

This is the only way to bring his personal abilities to their fullest potential.

This is a special tactic that Perrin created in response to the national team's situation.

"then!"

Wu Lei didn't hesitate and immediately passed the ball horizontally.

Uzbekistan's defensive midfielder, Ahmedov, is the team's key player, the linchpin of both attack and defense, and is known for his accurate long-range shots and long passes.

It is said that an agreement has been reached with Shanghai SIPG.

He pressed close to Qin Ming, trying to disrupt him.

Useless!

Snap! Qin Ming slid around the ball like an eel, turning and spinning half a circle around Ahmedov.

This move not only freed him from the attack but also created space for a shot.

“It’s a bit far!”

Qin Ming muttered to himself as he dribbled the ball toward the penalty area.

Ismailov, who plays for Beijing Guoan, made timely defensive cover.

"Qin Ming! Two consecutive bicycle kicks have tricked your opponent into shifting their balance, then you move further in!"

"wrong!"

"Hashimov's obvious collision!"

"Look at how the referee ruled, how he indicated that Qin Ming had faked a fall, and how he even gave him a yellow card?"

He Wei barely managed to hold back from swearing.

That obvious impact action occurred while the player was still in a backward position.

Why wasn't a penalty awarded?
Even if we take a step back and assume that this confrontation is reasonable, Qin Ming shouldn't be given a red card.

"Sir, I can assure you, I did not fake the fall!"

Suppressing his anger, Qin Ming explained to the referee.

"You don't need to explain!"

Sri Lankan referee Pereira had made up his mind and wrote Qin Ming's number on the back of the yellow card with a marker.

"Row!"

Qin Ming pursed his lips and walked back.

He realized that this guy was plotting against him and might have come with a mission.

"Damn West Asian referee!"

Qin Ming spat. He had been worried even before the competition schedule was released.

I never thought I'd actually run into him.

"You need to be careful and control your emotions! You already have a yellow card, and the referee is biased towards them, so he'll definitely target you next."

Zheng Zhi frowned.

If Qin Ming impulsively clashes with his opponent, will the referee send him off?

High probability.

"Yes, try to draw more fouls in the attacking third and use free kicks to open up the game."

Qin Ming is not someone who would lose his mind.

From then on, even if the Uzbek players committed fouls, he could only remain silent and endure it.

why?
Imagine if he elbowed someone, like Gabi from Atletico Madrid.

Will the referee give me another yellow card?
no doubt.

On the sidelines, Perrin was being pulled along by his assistant coach, still angrily shouting, "I want to complain to FIFA! You are blatant referees who are biased!"

"Confrontation under those circumstances could be considered reasonable!"

"But it's absolutely impossible to call a dive!"

Whether it was due to a complaint from the fourth official or not, the referee Pereira came over and also showed Perrin a yellow card.

"Fine! You just wait! You just wait!"

Perrin laughed in exasperation.

The assistant coaches looked worried and sighed silently.

Pereira is a long-time rival of the Chinese team. In matches officiated by Pereira, the Chinese team has a record of only 1 win and 5 losses.

Inside the CCTV broadcasting room, He Wei suppressed his anger; he couldn't vent his emotions freely.

But Zhan Jun of Migu Sports is different.

"Because the Asian Football Confederation has long been controlled by West Asian countries, it is not uncommon for the refereeing standards to be unfavorable to the Chinese team!"

"The handball by the Japanese team in the 2004 Asian Cup final, the referee's disregard for a penalty and red card in the 2011 Asian Cup, the controversial penalty decision in the 2015 Asian Cup, and the stupid dive decision in this match!"

"Their rulings have repeatedly affected the results of our crucial matches!"

"Our football association has protested many times, but the AFC rarely overturns the ruling or admits its mistake!"

"Hopefully, this ruling hasn't put too much psychological pressure on Qin Ming!"

Zhan Jun criticized without reservation.

Zhang Lu nodded in agreement. He was a veteran in the football industry and had witnessed those dark times.

But to put it bluntly...

Sometimes, players can only rely on themselves to win the game first before they can settle scores later.

The fans in the live broadcast room were equally indignant.
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[That damn referee's not acting anymore?]
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【Six six six! 】
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The key point is that Uzbekistan isn't even a West Asian team!
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Back then, Japan wasn't a West Asian team either, so they didn't need a reason to target you!
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From 2008 to 14, the Chinese team had a win rate of only 23% against matches officiated by West Asian referees, while their win rate against matches officiated by East Asian referees was 41%!
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[Furthermore, we conceded 83% of our goals after controversial calls!]
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[Damn it, look at the Uzbek team, they truly embody the saying: "A dog relying on its master's power!"]
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The extent of their actions has increased significantly, and they're specifically targeting Qin Ming!
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Benyodko Stadium.

The cheers of the Uzbek fans grew louder, but the red tide in the away stands never subsided.

Qin Ming was knocked down by Akhmedov again.

He looked directly at the referee, his gaze intense and intimidating.

He's not an unrelated player.

He has extensive connections within the football world, including FIFA, UEFA, and the British and German football circles.

And Wenger was standing behind him.

Wenger is ostensibly the manager of Arsenal, but he has many other roles.

After Wenger ends his coaching career, he will almost certainly take a position at FIFA or UEFA.

Pereira is really determined to make fun of himself.

Qin Ming can guarantee that this match will be Pereira's last match officiated.

"Defensive player commits a foul!"

Pereira's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, but he still didn't dare to go all the way.

Qin Ming turned his gaze back to the goal, which was about 25 meters away. A shot from there would directly threaten the goal.

The ball needs to be fast.

He silently considered and chose his footwork.

"Do you want me to give you a fake shot, or will you do it yourself?"

Zheng Zhi asked.

"I can do it myself!"

Qin Ming lightly tapped the turf with his right toe pointing downwards.

Only after the cleats and the top of the foot have become more pliable should I stand in front of the soccer ball and adjust my breathing.

There was no smile on his face at that moment.

His keen eyes were fixed on the wall of players, then looked over the wall and locked onto the top right corner of the goal.

But Uzbekistan's goalkeeper Lobanov was unsure.

Qin Ming's balanced ability with both feet is common knowledge in the industry, and he has also kicked many brilliant free kicks.

Therefore, he dared not be careless.

The cheers at the scene seemed to have subsided, as if even the wind had stopped.

Thirty-five thousand fans were on edge.

"Let's take a look at China's free kick in the attacking third!"

"Great location!"

"Will Qin Ming's moment come next?!"

He Wei was filled with anticipation.

Beep! As the referee blew his whistle, everyone in the stadium held their breath.

The Uzbek human wall moved nervously.

Instead of prioritizing precision as before, Qin Ming took a long stride to get going.

His feet pounded on the grass like drums, his muscles taut like a bowstring.

One step, two steps, three steps!
The power from the core surged through his right leg and was channeled into the football in front of him.

boom!
With a dull thud, the football soared into the air, tracing a trajectory under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

It almost defies the laws of physics!
Akhmedov felt a sharp and imposing aura rushing towards him.

He instinctively turned his head to the side.

Whoosh! The football swept past his side at high speed, causing him a burning sting.

The people forming the human wall turned around in unison.

The football's arc hadn't stopped; just as it seemed to be flying towards the stands, it quietly veered towards the goal.

Lobanov, standing in front of the door, collapsed helplessly.

The white net bulged high, and the pleasant sound of it hitting the net brought a sense of satisfaction to Chinese fans.

"Fuck your mother!"

After Qin Ming saw the ball go in, he glared at Pereira.

On this green field, the referee is never the main character!

immediately.

He sprinted to the corner flag area, but instead of kicking the corner flag, he simply raised his powerful fist towards the away stands.

The away stands erupted in cheers.

The thunderous cheers nearly lifted the roof off.
Amidst the frenzied red tide, Qin Ming stood there, saying nothing.

But he seemed to say a lot more.

"Goal!"

"A direct free kick into the goal!"

"What an arc! A ghostly arc! A stroke of genius!"

"The ultimate expression of power and beauty!"

"The area 30 meters in front of the goal is Qin Ming's territory!"

"A human wall?"

"All of these are just futile rituals before him!"

He Wei got so excited that he started using literary language.

But he couldn't control his emotions, because this violent shot was not in line with Qin Ming's personality.

It seems to harbor anger at injustice.

On the court, Qin Ming and his teammates finished celebrating and returned to their own half of the field.

The Uzbek team members on the other side looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were all considering the same question: should they continue to target Qin Ming? If they didn't, they would be thrashed; if they did, they would be given another set piece.

"I don't believe he can consistently deliver such high-quality performances!"

Ahmedov felt ashamed and angry.

He was annoyed that he had actually been scared and had turned his head to dodge Qin Ming's shot.

"that is!"

Goalkeeper Lobanov echoed.

"Then let's continue! We lost to them in the Asian Cup, we absolutely cannot lose again today!"

"The Uzbek team members shouted."

In the first two rounds of the final round of 12, they won by a narrow margin of 1-0, and were once on par with the Chinese team.

but.

In the recently concluded third round of matches, they lost 0-1 to Iran at home.

If they can drag the Chinese team down and muddy the waters of Group A, then they still have a chance to advance.

The game quickly resumed.

The camera panned to the sidelines, where Perrin had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was standing in the sunlight. He had only one thought in mind: to crush Uzbekistan!

What kind of festival doesn't conserve energy?

If he doesn't vent his anger today, he'll be depressed for half a year.

And I will definitely file a complaint against that damn referee after the game.

the other side.

Babayan's expression was not good; he unconsciously rubbed his index and middle fingers together to relieve his strong craving for cigarettes.

In June of last year, Uzbekistan's former head coach, Kasimov, announced his resignation, and he was replaced by the former head coach of Pakhtakor Tashkent.

The 44-year-old once led the Tashkent Pakhtakor team to an undefeated Uzbekistan league championship in 2014.

His coaching ability is quite good.

However, the gap in strength between the two teams on paper was too great. It was thought that with the referee's favoritism, they could get a draw at home, or even get lucky and score a goal.

It seems difficult now.

"Uzbekistan, who are in Group H of the World Cup qualifiers with Bahrain, North Korea, the Philippines and Yemen, have had inconsistent performances. They often struggle against weaker teams at home, and they only managed to win by one goal against Yemen, the Philippines and Bahrain."

"Uzbekistan ultimately advanced to the final 12 as the group winner, but their seven goals conceded were the most among all group winners, and their 20 goals scored were the fewest among all group winners except for Thailand, who had played two fewer games."

"We can see that the Chinese team's offensive momentum remains strong, frequently creating opportunities in the opponent's half."

The 26th minute of the game.

Zhang Linpeng made a run down the flank and hit Hao Junmin against the wall, then passed the ball to Zhang Yuning in a low triangle pass.

"leak!"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the latter awkwardly slipped the ball behind him.

The camera followed the football to the edge of the penalty area.

Qin Ming had already gotten into position, ready to meet the ball and shoot.

At that moment, Haidarov lunged forward fiercely, stretching out his right foot toward the football.

*Thud!* Qin Ming faked a shot and then slammed it in. Just as he was about to adjust, his left foot was hooked.

"That's a foul outright!"

"And it has to be the kind that issues a yellow card, let's see how Pereira decides it?"

"Oh, why isn't he showing favoritism? Yellow card and free kick!"

"Great location!"

He Wei's tone was sarcastic.

Qin Ming ignored the referee, stuffed the shin guards that had been scraped off back into his socks.

He did something that sent chills down the spines of all Uzbek fans.

Tap the ground with your left toes pointing downwards, while looking to the left of the goal.

This time, however, he still didn't have his usual sly smile on his lips.

"Qin Ming has two states: one is when he is smiling, and the other is when he is not smiling."

Wu Lei shuddered when he saw it.

"Aren't you just talking nonsense?"

Zhang Yuning complained.

"What I mean is that he's incredibly powerful in both of those states!"

Wu Lei explained.

Over there, Qin Ming looked at Zheng Zhi and said, "I'll do it myself this time."

The free kick was perfectly positioned.

It can shoot from either side, offering many angles to choose from and a variety of kicking techniques.

He recalled his first free kick.

"My feet feel really hot today, let's try a mirror image."

Qin Ming thought to himself.

How should we form our human wall?

Akhmedov swallowed hard and asked Lobanov.

He had just said that, and now he was getting a free kick; naturally, he was in a panic.

"Just place it facing forward."

Lobanov was also in a state of confusion.

Judging from Qin Ming's positioning, he's going to kick the top left corner.

"call!"

Lobanov made up his mind and decided to dive to the left to make the save.

"I can do it."

Qin Ming finally looked at the referee, indicating that he was ready. Pereira then looked at the wall of players to confirm that both sides were ready.

Beep! ! !
The whistle was incredibly jarring to the ears of the Uzbek fans.

The 35,000 fans in the stadium held their breath again, and even the red wave in the away stands came to a standstill.

Where everyone's eyes are focused.

Qin Ming's chest heaved as he exhaled, and he took a three-step running start as well!

His right foot was like a steel bar firmly planted on the grass, while his left leg swung up like a battle axe!

BOOM! ! !

The fans seemed to hear a muffled popping sound.

Immediately afterwards, the football transformed into a blur, drawing an inward arc!

The initial flight path headed straight for the corner flag area, but after passing the human wall, it suddenly made a sharp turn in the air.

clang! ! !
The sound of the football hitting the goalpost was like a death knell.

Uzbekistan goalkeeper Lobanov made a desperate save, but the shot hit the post and deflected twice.

He couldn't catch it.

Swish! The net vibrated violently, and on the electronic scoreboard, the score jumped from 0-1 to 0-2!

"They've gone in again?"

"In again!"

"Qin Ming scored two free kicks with both hands!"

"His footwork is absolutely explosive!"

"When he was in the Premier League and Bundesliga, you could see that his free-kick technique had made tremendous, visible progress!"

"Especially this technique of combining a swishing motion with a pinching motion!"

"He has mastered it to perfection!"

"Both feet can work magic, making the football trace unpredictable arcs!"

"In the 37th minute of the match, the Chinese team scored again, with Qin Ming netting his second goal!"

He Wei was so excited that he pinched his legs until they turned purple.

On the field, Qin Ming was surrounded by his excited teammates, while Wu Lei's face was filled with disbelief.

"A brace of free kicks!"

"Teach them a lesson with your left and right feet?"

"This talent is absolutely amazing!"

Praises poured in, and Qin Ming finally smiled, giving his teammates a tight hug.

"Make me another free kick later!"

He wasn't satisfied with scoring twice. He finally got to come back to China, only to be cheated by the referee. He was definitely going to score a lot of goals.

"Fine! I won't even shoot, I'll just run into his legs!"

Wu Lei made a joke.

"That's not the case!" Qin Ming quickly stopped him. He thought that while the hat trick was real, victory was still more important.

If we win all four rounds, we can get 12 points, and then we won't have to work too hard afterward.

If possible, he will not return to China to participate in the World Cup qualifiers next March or April.

Of course, this is on the premise that we can qualify as the top seed in our group in advance.

After all, March and April are busy with club matches, including the Champions League, the league, and the FA Cup, so he will likely be unable to attend to all of them.

"I was just saying!"

Wu Lei nodded.

On the coaching bench, Perrin raised his hands high in celebration, giving the referee a defiant glance.

"Look how bad the goalkeepers in Uzbekistan are!"

"If it were a top goalkeeper from one of the top five leagues, Qin would have had a hard time scoring the first goal, and the distribution of the wall for the second goal was also clearly problematic."

"Qin's free kicks are a deadly weapon against weaker teams like this!"

"foul?!"

"Do you think they'll dare to foul within 30 meters in the second half?!"

Perrin was as proud as a triumphant general returning home.

“Yes, yes!” the assistant coaches echoed.

the other side.

Baba Yang picked a few blades of grass, put them under his nose, and inhaled deeply.

The pressure is too great.

Just last January, during the Asian Cup group stage, they scored first before being overturned.

Today, they didn't create any threatening attacks whatsoever.

Qin Ming's progress has been so great that it felt like a long time had passed, at least three or four years.

It's only been a year and a half, actually.

"It looks like qualifying this year will be difficult again."

Baba Yang muttered to himself.

When the game resumed, the Chinese team's offensive momentum weakened.

After all, they had been attacking for almost 40 minutes.

High temperatures can be very physically demanding, so a period of rest and recovery is necessary.

The Uzbekistan team also failed to capitalize on their counter-attack opportunity.

"They seem to have been stunned by Qin Ming's two free kicks!"

"Oh, Wu Lei was fouled during his breakthrough, free kick on the left!"

"Does Qin Ming have a chance?"

"Unfortunately, his right-footed shot towards the top right corner of the goal was too far from the target and lacked speed, and the goalkeeper saved it!"

"I thought I was going to score a hat-trick of free kicks!"

He Wei felt that his idea was indeed quite exaggerated.

In top leagues, the average conversion rate of free kicks is only 6-8%, and the probability of scoring three goals in a row is only about 0.03%.

Who has achieved this so far?

In the 1998 Serie A match between Lazio and Sampdoria, Mihajlovic was on the field.

In the 2005 Brazilian Serie A match between São Paulo and Cruzeiro, Rogerio Ceni was on the field.

2011 Brazilian State League, America RN vs. ABC, Leandro Machado.

"This year, Japan did have a player who scored twice from free kicks."

"It sounds like it's called Asano Takuma, but that's a youth team competition, so it's not very prestigious."

"Moreover, modern football tends to favor short passing combinations rather than long-range shots, so these moments are outdated and have become chapters of individual heroism that are almost impossible to replicate."

He Wei continued.

Not long after.

Beep!
The first half ended there, and both teams returned to their locker rooms.

"Hurry up and replenish your energy, or you might collapse in the second half."

Perrin gestured for the players to drink water first, and after a while, he spoke, "We played well in the first half, and a two-goal lead was expected, but we were a little too excited."

"But you can't be blamed for this; I felt angry too."

"Actually, this kind of thing happens often. What we need to do is to win first, and we can deal with the rest later."

"Qin, they're starting to avoid fouling in the backcourt now, so you should look for more opportunities to break inside."

Perrin looked at Qin Ming.

"I'm OK."

Qin Ming swallowed the energy drink and replied.

He felt that the pressure from Uzbekistan was not even half as high as it was during the Asian Cup.

How strong have I become?
Surpassing the level of peak Ronaldinho, plus Davor Suker's golden left foot, Quaresma's outside of the foot, Henry's speed, and so on.

He didn't think Uzbekistan could stop him in the slightest without the referee's help.

This confidence comes from his own abilities.

“Alright! Let’s leave it at that for now and proceed according to our plan.” Perrin nodded.

The second half of the game will begin in fifteen minutes.

Uzbekistan regained some fighting spirit and began to try to advance and seek opportunities.

When Bikmaev made a powerful run down the wing, Zhang Linpeng quickly adjusted his footing and boldly tackled from the side and rear.

He would never have dared to do this before.

But now, people are so skilled and daring that they dare to do such high-risk actions.

He cleared the ball out of bounds.

"Uzbekistan's throw-in, aiming for Jeparov, Zheng Zhi pushes forward!"

"Pretty!"

"A steal was completed in collaboration with Wu Xi!"

"We have a chance to fight back!"

The ball was passed from Wu Xi to Hao Junmin's feet, and just as he was about to dribble forward...

The red afterimages at the edge of my vision sped up on the highway.

Beside him were three blue figures, but without exception, they were all being pushed further away.

Why are you still hesitating?
*Thud!* Hao Junmin delivered a powerful long pass, taking full advantage of the lead time.

Stomp on the ground!

Sprint!

Crush!

Qin Ming enjoyed the thrill of running against the wind; at that moment, he felt as if his heartbeat had been left behind.

Krimets was about to reach out and pull, but then withdrew his hand as if waking from a dream.

We can't give them another free kick.

Moreover, in this situation, if he commits a foul, it would be a red card.

The Bunyodko Stadium seemed to be swept away by a high-speed train from China, leaving only gasps from the fans.

The gasps from the stands seemed to have barely subsided.

boom!
Qin Ming had already broken into the penalty area and calmly slotted a shot into the far corner.

He has breached Uzbekistan's goal again!

0-3! ! !

Qin Ming continued running without stopping, and slid down to his knees in celebration at the corner flag area.

The camera focused on him.

The Uzbek team members, as if struck by lightning, stood frozen in place.

"Awesome!" Qin Ming jumped up and swung his fist hard.

Three of the four stands were silent, leaving only the away stands cheering and erupting in excitement.

"Bang bang bang bang! China will win!"

"Bang bang bang bang! Qin Ming is awesome!"

"Bang bang bang bang! Another one in!"

The thunderous sounds of drums and cheers swept across the entire stadium.

"The game has restarted!"

"Uzbekistan, already down by three goals, is destined for defeat unless a miracle happens to them!"

"Qin Ming scored the third goal of the match, and he can take the match ball home after the game!"

"hat trick!"

"I still remember when Qin Ming played for Wolfsburg, he didn't actually score a hat-trick, but instead wore a hat given to him by the fans, which created a funny meme!"

"But now he has the ability to actually wear a hat-trick!"

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"Pretty!"

"In the 72nd minute of the match, Qin Ming received a cross and fired a shot into the goal, putting on an ultimate performance as a super striker!"

"Perfect ball control and turn, fake shot to create space and then shoot again to score. A perfect combination of power, technique and explosiveness. This is the strength of Qin Ming, the Premier League's top scorer!"

"Big Four!"

Congratulations to him on achieving his first career quadruple today!

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"The game is over! The game is over!"

"Congratulations to the Chinese team for their 4-0 victory over Uzbekistan at Bunyodko Stadium!"

"Four wins in four matches in the Asian Qualifiers for the 12 World Cup!"

(End of this chapter)