Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 286 A Magical Lob, Dribble, and Shot!

2016 10 Month 19 Day.

Louis II Stadium.

All 18,000 seats were filled, mostly by Monaco fans.

Although Monaco lost 0-2 to Atletico Madrid and drew 1-1 with Borussia Mönchengladbach in the first two rounds, fans still have high hopes for qualifying.

Because they have been performing better and better in the league recently, defeating strong teams such as Paris Saint-Germain and Nice.

Moreover, there is a prodigy in the team.

The attacking group, composed of Mbappe, Bernardo Silva, Lemar, Falcao, and others, possesses the firepower to break Ligue 1 records.

Throughout Ligue 1 history, the last team to be more formidable than Monaco was the 1959-1960 season, when Reims, the champions, boasted legendary stars in French football history such as Fontaine and Kopa.

Currently, Monaco occupies three of the top ten spots in the Ligue 1 top scorers list.

This dispersed firepower ensures that the team can "shine in one place if the other doesn't" in the league.

Even when the team's main attackers are struggling, there are always players who step up and help the team secure victory.

At the pre-match press conference.

"People are saying that with the development of the times, only by spending a lot of money to bring in foreign players can we achieve better results."

"But Wolfsburg last season proved that young people are the future of football."

"The energy they can unleash is enough to shock the world."

“We have many outstanding young players in our team. Some media outlets previously said that our youth team was a ‘gift package,’ but I think we should be a ‘powder keg.’”

Monaco manager Jardim said this to reporters.

Do you think Kylian can reach Qin's level in the future?

The Sun is always stirring up trouble wherever it goes.

"No one can guarantee that, but Kylian is really talented, and I always enjoy watching him play."

Yaldin wasn't stupid either.

Moreover, he felt that his true thoughts might not be so positive.

Because Qin Ming is just too strong.

Messi, Ronaldo, and others of the same age cannot reach Qin Ming's level.

The only comparable player is Ronaldo.

The meeting room next door.

"What does it feel like to be back in Monaco? Monaco is an important stop in my coaching career, but now I'm the manager of Arsenal, so let's talk about something related to the game."

Wenger laughed.

That experience of being fired was unpleasant, and he didn't want to recall it in public again.

"So what do you think the outcome of this match will be?"

The reporter from France Sport is very professional.

"Monaco's performance is commendable across Europe, but we are currently a top-tier team in Europe, as evidenced by our Champions League group stage draw."

"so."

Wenger, holding the microphone, said, "I think we can take three points away from here."

His calm tone was full of confidence.

Ten minutes before the start of the match, the players' tunnel was bustling with activity.

Monaco has many young players, so they are very enthusiastic about Qin Ming.

"Kilian, I'll reserve the first half jersey, you reserve the second half jersey!"

Lemar was afraid that if he spoke too late, his jersey would be snatched away.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Mbappe naturally had no problem with it.

"You haven't even asked my opinion yet. I'll have to pay the club if I exchange jerseys with you."

Qin Ming shrugged and joked.

"Then I'll pay for it, can I take two more items?"

Bernardo Silva joined in the fun.

"Haha!" The group burst into laughter.

Looking at this group of future stars, Qin Ming thought to himself that his status in the football world would probably be very high in the future.

Maybe in twenty years, I'll become a recognized idol.

Whenever those talented players are interviewed, they always say: I grew up watching Qin Ming play football, and my dream is to become a player like him.

It's actually quite interesting to think about.

After what was arguably the most relaxing part of the pre-match period, Qin Ming and his teammates walked out of the player tunnel.

Suddenly he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw Verstappen, who was wearing an Arsenal jersey and looked like a die-hard fan.

"Watch me perform!"

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow at Verstappen, not caring whether he could hear him or not.

"China Media Group! China Media Group!"

"We are now broadcasting the third round of the 2016-17 UEFA Champions League Group D!"

"Monaco hosts Arsenal!"

Let me first introduce the starting lineups of both teams!

"Previously, people always thought of Jardim as a manager who advocated defense, but due to the abundance of talent in Monaco's current squad, Jardim's coaching methods have changed drastically!"

"He chose a 4-3-3 formation!"

Goalkeeper: Subasic!

"Defenders: Raggi, Glik, Remerson, Sidibé!"

Midfielders: Fabinho, Bakayoko!

Midfielders: Mbappe, Bernardo Silva, Moutinho!

Forward: Falcao!

"Arsenal's squad hasn't changed much. After the international break, apart from Mertesacker's injury, the rest of the players are in good form!"

"Therefore, Koscielny and Van Dijk will partner as the two center-backs today!"

"The match has begun!"

Louis II Stadium.

Just five minutes into the game, Bernardo Silva delivered a diagonal pass, rediscovering his Tiger form after a year of wasted time at Manchester United and a loan spell back at Monaco.

He held off Van Dijk and passed the ball to the left wing.

Mbappe receives the ball and cuts inside.

The sudden burst of speed caught Monreal off guard, and Mbappe, seeing the space, confidently took a shot.

boom!
The football hurtled towards the goal, but a pair of red and white gloves deftly removed it.

"Mbappe!"

"He unleashed a powerful shot right at the start of the match, but Cech is the kind of player who can catch a heavy shot with one hand!"

"Moreover, Mbappe's position is right winger, so he can only adjust to shooting with his left foot, which isn't as tricky as you might imagine!"

"The French starlet failed to threaten Arsenal's goal!"

"Look at Cech's long kick, looking for Sanchez on the right wing, it seems like there's a chance!"

Mbappe didn't even have time to feel frustrated before he quickly called his teammates back to defend.

Chile's tall player received the ball, collided with the strong and tough Bakayoko, stumbled two steps, and then passed the ball across to the middle.

"Santi!"

Qin Ming quickly cut diagonally from the wing, with Fabinho following closely behind.

Qin Ming glanced at the bald Brazilian man and thought to himself that this guy was pretty good, but he didn't know what level he was at.

He can play as a lone defensive midfielder.

"coming!"

Even though Cazorla saw Fabinho, he still decisively passed the ball to him.

Qin Ming was about to turn to receive the ball when, as expected, Fabinho closed in, constantly squeezing him.

Swish!
Qin Ming suddenly braked hard, causing the ball to slip out from between his legs.

"A beautiful stop! Then a spike past Raj!"

"Pass the ball to Morata!"

"Head!"

Morata's powerful header sent the ball flying into the bottom right corner.

However, Monaco goalkeeper Subasic also made a crucial save.

Croatian goalkeepers are all pretty good. Qin Ming patted Morata after seeing this, indicating that he should stand near the far post, while the middle would be left to Van Dijk.

Arsenal's corner kick tactics have always been very simple.

Most of it is tactics, with the main focus on controlling possession of the ball.

Just as the Monaco players took their positions.

*Thud!* The ball was passed by Qin Ming to Cazorla, who took a few steps back to make sure he wasn't offside.

Cazorla made a tackle before Fabinho could pounce.

"careful!"

Mbappe, who was tracking back, exclaimed in alarm.

Raggi also rushed over immediately; this Italian full-back also had a large bald head.

Qin Ming noticed that the Italian full-backs didn't seem to be able to react to feints, and he wondered if it was a habit developed during their youth training.

But this kind of thing has both advantages and disadvantages.

"What is that!" Raji saw Qin Ming's left leg bend, and the next moment he shot past him like an arrow.

Its burst speed in an instant is probably not much weaker than that of a Killian, right?

Raji was horrified and quickly ran over to try and block the way.

Qin Ming spotted Morata at the far post, and this time he executed a short arc, sending the ball flying over Remersson's head.

Meanwhile, Monaco goalkeeper Subasic was near the post.

"I'm here!" Morata had no reason to waste any more opportunities, and slammed his head, which was half-sprayed with hairspray, down hard.

boom!
The football slammed into the goal.

0-1! ! !

"Brilliant corner kick tactic! Brilliant dribbling! Brilliant header!"

Arsenal took the lead!

"Monaco, dressed in red and white, who have unleashed a youth storm in Ligue 1, are in some ways like a young version of Arsenal, but they still couldn't stop the Gunners at home!"

"In the 21st minute of the match, Qin Ming crossed from the byline, and Morata headed the ball into the net!"

On the pitch, Morata was imitating Qin Ming, wagging his index finger.

Qin Ming then looked towards the coaching bench and gave the professor a thumbs-up.

"This boy."

Wenger said, both amused and exasperated.

The stadium he once knew so well was completely different from the one he remembered. Only the peeling paint on the wall below the stands seemed to still bear traces of Hoddle's shots.

"Monaco doesn't seem very strong either."

Pat Rice stroked his chin.

“Our tactics are more effective against them, and Jardim’s team is now better at attacking.”

Wenger did not let his guard down.

the other side.

Jardim called Moutinho over and said, "You need to connect the two flanks, don't just passively respond to the opponent's attacks, attack down the flanks more often!"

The advantage of a youth team is that the players are passionate and won't easily lose their morale.

Right now, the Monaco players are itching to teach Arsenal a lesson.

The game quickly resumed.

“Nous sommes les Rouges et Blancs!”

"AS Monaco, jusqu'au bout!"

We are the Red and White Legion!
Monaco, fight to the end!

The fans in the stands began to cheer. Most die-hard fans in the world are the same; they don't lose confidence just because their team is behind.

"Monaco's attack is very fluid, and the young players are very daring!"

"Veteran Moutinho also linked up the midfield, and Bernardo Silva received the ball on the wing; his playmaking ability is quite good!"

"A series of passes and cuts led to Mbappe!"

The young Ninja Turtle faced Monreal and easily broke through with a simple shake.

His technical characteristics are different from Qin Ming's.

He doesn't use many feints, and his footwork isn't exceptionally refined, but he has an incredibly explosive physique.

Monreal is most afraid of this type of striker.

It might be better if it were Bellerin.

Amidst the cheers of Monaco fans, Mbappe maintained his speed, dribbling the ball towards the penalty area.

Snapped!
It's almost the same mirror image.

Mbappe passed the ball into the penalty area, and the ball flew over Van Dijk towards the penalty spot.

there.

Koscielny was actively covering for Falcao, but Falcao was like a tiger, pouncing and delivering a headbutt.

Bang! A powerful header from close range struck Cech's hand.

But Cech only touched it; the ball deflected and bounced into the goal.

1-1! ! !

Monaco scored in the 27th minute of the match.

"Wow! The red and white youth storm is showing its power! Just minutes after Arsenal scored, they've powerfully equalized!" "The perfect combination between young Mbappe and veteran Falcao!"

"The goal scorer for us is—"

The on-site commentator roared with passion.

Monaco fans then chanted, "Falcao!"

On the pitch, watching Mbappe and Falcao celebrate passionately, Qin Ming vigorously rubbed his face.

The little guy is pretty fierce.

This ignited his competitive spirit, so he waved to his teammates, "Nacho, find an opportunity to push forward later. I need to receive the ball in the middle. Their full-backs aren't very good, you can definitely handle them!"

Qin Ming is now gradually realizing that constantly breaking through on the flanks will limit his abilities.

The reason is very simple.

The straight-line distance to the goal is relatively large.

"it is good!"

Monreal couldn't care less about his frustration.

"Keep it up, guys!"

Qin Ming then raised his fist and said.

In the distance, Mbappe gazed at Qin Ming, who was smiling under the spotlight.

He then realized that perhaps talent was not the most noteworthy thing about Qin Ming.

He should also learn from traits such as optimism and positivity.

After the match began, a salty sea breeze suddenly swept in, ruffling Wenger's red and white tie.

"What Qin likes most is a competitive environment."

He stomped his right foot rhythmically on the floor.

"Indeed, I've noticed that he often seems to lack energy when playing against weaker teams."

Pat Rice wholeheartedly agrees.

"Oh my God!"

After he finished speaking, he saw Qin Ming stop the ball in mid-air and then lob the ball repeatedly amidst multiple defenders, as if he were dancing a waltz.

Fabinho, Bakayoko, Moutinho, and others all shared the same feeling.

It was just a tiny bit off, just a tiny bit off.

The seemingly within reach is like a chasm.

As Fabinho raised his leg again, Qin Ming preemptively lobbed the ball to Cazorla, shouted, and ducked forward.

Snapped!
Cazorla and Cazorla executed the alley-oop perfectly.

"Grass!"

Qin Ming attempted a volley shot to the top right corner, but his left foot slipped slightly.

They kicked the ball directly into the stands.

"Hey! The best player under 21, can you show us some highlights?!"

A fan in the first row of the stands made a sarcastic remark.

"Wait!" Qin Ming wasn't angry. He could tell that these people didn't actually have any ill intentions.

After all, Wenger had some connection with Monaco.

"Come again, come again!"

Qin Ming showed no sign of frustration, and gave his teammates a reassuring smile.

The first half went by quickly.

Before we knew it, it was already the 38th minute. Monaco wasn't playing pragmatically at all; they were attacking!

When Mbappe tried to repeat the same trick.

Bang! Kante finally made his presence felt, making a crucial tackle in the blind spot that allowed Arsenal to launch a counter-attack.

Monreal received the ball and resolutely moved forward.

He tried it out briefly, and just as Qin Ming had said, Raji was easily fooled.

Continue walking forward.

Monreal looked up and saw that Glick, Remerson, and Sidibé were all in good positions.

Qin Ming was the only one remaining on their side.

Morata, that big idiot, runs too slowly!
Monreal suddenly noticed that Qin Ming had changed his running route and slightly increased his speed.

There is a gap between Glick and Remerson where a pass can be made.

"Spread it!"

Qin Ming was getting anxious, but before he could finish speaking, the ball flew over.

That was a great pass!

Qin Ming's expression changed instantly.

When the ball passed Glik, Jemersson tried to clear it, but misjudged its trajectory.

Monaco fans are heartbroken.

Arsenal fans, however, became more alert, their eyes wide and focused intently.

They were looking forward to seeing what would happen in today's game.

Qin Ming stopped the ball in front of him, just as he was about to take a shot with his left foot.

Suddenly, I heard heavy breathing from behind.

He knew it was Sidibé.

He transferred from Lille to Monaco this summer for €1500 million.

The skill level is not bad.

If it gets interrupted, it might cause problems.

Qin Ming had a flash of inspiration and lightly flicked his foot.

Snap!
A dazzling rainbow seemed to appear at the Louis II Stadium.

The moment the football took flight, Arsenal's number 10 figure spun around like a samba dancer.

His highly infectious strides were like a sea breeze, giving the fans in the stadium a refreshing feeling.

Sidibe was caught off guard.

The football was still in the air when he turned around, but Qin Ming had already adjusted his footwork.

boom!
There was no interference during this volley, and he did not slip.

The football flew precisely into the top corner of the goal with a whistling sound!
Subasic can't do anything.

The white netting trembled, and the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

1-2! ! !

"Qin got the ball! Wow! That touch was amazing! A gentle flick over the top, like magic!"

"Now he's facing the goalkeeper!"

"Thrust!"

"Goal! Qin! He delivered a genius performance!"

"I was completely captivated by that imaginative touch!"

Paul Dutton roared as he commented.

He knew that Qin Ming would surprise him unexpectedly, just like before.

Louis II Stadium.

Qin Ming pointed towards the stands facing the goal and at the Monaco fan, and drew a horizontal line on the right front of his forehead with his right index and middle fingers together.

Don't you want to see some exciting scenes?

That goal must have been spectacular.

Before Qin Ming could do anything else, Monreal pounced on him and yelled in his ear, "Qin!!! Why did you do that? You lobbed the ball behind you with no vision!"

Monreal was giving it a try.

If he didn't have absolute trust in Qin Ming, he might have continued to lead the team forward, then suddenly stopped and waited for his teammates to catch up.

But as it turns out, he did not do anything wrong.

I believe Qin Ming will be rewarded.

Qin Ming, who instantly understood the Monreal joke, stood at attention and answered loudly, "You told me to do it this way!"

"Damn it! Qin! You're a fucking genius! I've never heard such a satisfying answer before. Your IQ must be over 160! You're a fucking genius!"

Monreal continued.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

"You two are so boring!"

Sanchez complained from the side.

The camera pans across the screen, revealing Monaco players with wide eyes, still reeling from the shock.

Especially Mbappe.

He's used to using his speed to get past his opponents, and he's never scored a similar goal since he started in youth training.

He even put himself in their shoes.

He couldn't think of it, nor could he do it.

"Is this Qin?!"

Mbappe muttered to himself.

“That’s outrageous!” Bernardo Silva agreed.

Watching Qin Ming play football on TV is completely different from watching him live. The sheer brilliance he exudes is almost overwhelming.

As the Monaco players exclaimed in admiration, the red and white fans in the stadium, though not the most popular, were still applauding enthusiastically.

Such a brilliant performance cannot be left unsaid.

On the sidelines, Jardim sighed helplessly and turned to look at the coaching bench next door.

Wenger wasn't as excited as he had imagined.

Could it be that they've seen it before and gotten used to it?

"Qin's fighting spirit has been ignited!"

Pat Rice is always the same; when he sees Qin Ming score a brilliant goal, he looks like Ferguson has been provoked, his face and neck turning red.

"Then let's stabilize the rhythm first, and make some adjustments in the second half."

Wenger's back was as straight as a pine tree.

He left this place in despair, but now he has returned proudly, with his most admired players.

How can I not be proud?

"Arsenal made a familiar adjustment for fans, swapping Qin Ming and Sanchez. I feel that Wenger's real intention is to suppress Bernardo Silva's playmaking ability?"

"Sidibé is the French player who was dribbled past by Qin Ming with his back to goal. He looked quite disheveled in the first fifteen minutes of the second half!"

"Qin Ming, who was in high spirits, perfectly embodied four words!"

"A skill that amazed everyone!"

"His masterful control of the ball and his imaginative thinking completely disrupted Monaco's flank defense!"

He Wei thoroughly enjoyed watching it.

The 66th minute of the game.

Sanchez also had a clear advantage over Raggi. Although his footwork was not as delicate as Qin Ming's, the benefits of his low center of gravity were significant.

It can quickly change direction.

Two consecutive changes of direction left Raj completely disoriented.

Sanchez dribbled across the edge of the penalty area, poised to shoot!
But when Glick pounced.

He selflessly chose to make a through pass, targeting Morata with his back to goal.

"leak!"

Morata had already noticed Qin Ming, and before Qin Ming could remind him, he spread his legs, letting the ball slip through his legs.

This caught Remerson completely off guard.

"destroy!"

Before Subasic could finish speaking, a figure appeared and attacked.

Bang! Qin Ming threw himself out, sliding several meters before slid in and slid towards the ball!
With a muffled thud.

He knocked the football into the goal.

1-3! ! !

"Pretty!"

Arsenal extend their lead; Wenger's tactics may be old!

"The plan is to first disrupt the opponent's defense with Qin Ming, and then utilize Sanchez's dribbling ability to directly surround the goal!"

"But it works!"

He Wei said excitedly.

On the pitch, Qin Ming raised his hands at the corner flag, making Wenger's vision blur for a moment, as if he saw the shadow of Hoddle.

He was one of his best players.

In the stands, Verstappen was dancing with excitement; the moment he realized the goal had been scored, he felt as if he were sitting in a race car.

The tail fin churned up violent airflow, and every inch of carbon fiber vibrated.

There seems to be a sense of exhilaration in crossing the finish line.

Yardin shook his head helplessly; this youthful storm of his still needed further adjustment.

Clearly, a few months is not enough.

Perhaps the situation will be different when the two teams meet next time.

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

"Congratulations to Arsenal for their 3-1 away win against Monaco! Qin Ming scored twice and Morata also found the net!"

(End of this chapter)