Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 289 Ladies and gentlemen! You have just witnessed the ultimate magic of football!
"The two teams played very aggressively, like bulls that had been given vodka, pushing the intensity of their physical confrontation to the limit!"

"Tottenham's high-pressing style is uniquely Argentine!"

"But Arsenal's response was also sharp; they showed no weakness in physical duels, and moreover, they maintained their passing and possession rhythm!"

"These are the gunmen after their victory!"

The Sky Sports commentator shouted passionately.

At the Emirates Stadium, when Qin Ming was subtly pushed by Wimmer, he lost his balance and fell to the ground before hooking the ball away from Kyle Walker, who was trying to steal it.

The latter couldn't stop in time and stepped on his ankle.

"Hiss!" Qin Ming gasped, thankfully he pulled back in time, causing the spikes to rub against his shin guards.

Even so, it still grazed his ankle.

"Beep!" Referee Clattenburg blew his whistle, "Stampede, yellow card warning!"

"I did not do it on purpose!"

Kyle Walker vehemently defended himself.

"Regardless of the subjective intention, stampeding is inherently a high-risk action!"

Clattenburg is very professional: "So we only look at foreseeable risks, not subjective intentions!"

Qin Ming, who was listening nearby, nodded repeatedly, wanting to give Clattenburg a thumbs up.

Who says killers of wealthy families are bad?
This killer of the wealthy is amazing!

"Damn it!" Kyle Walker didn't dare to curse out loud, but could only shrug and mutter to himself.

"Just wait and see how I deal with him!"

Monreal adjusted his shin guards. Now that Qin Ming was their captain, he couldn't elbow him like before.

Then they should do the dirty work.

"Me too!"

Morata has long wanted to inherit the title of Premier League elbow king, and to that end, he even hired a Muay Thai coach to practice elbowing at home occasionally.

However, after practicing for more than a month, there was no improvement.

"Be careful of their high-pressing counter-attacks!"

Qin Ming observed that Tottenham's overall cohesion was indeed better than last season, and they were more adapted to Pochettino's tactics.

They cannot underestimate their opponents just because they won the league title.

"Yes!" the Arsenal players responded in unison.

Especially Van Dijk and Kanté, both of whom are new signings. If their performance this season is poor, it will tell us something.

They did not improve Arsenal.

The match quickly restarted, and after 35 minutes, the intensity of the game decreased slightly.

"Arsenal's possession has reached 67%!"

"Coquelin's handling was a bit too reckless! Dembele intercepted the ball and passed it to Eriksen!"

"Move towards the bottom line!"

"Bellerin!"

The Spanish full-back is fast, but against the cunning Eriksen, he still struggles to keep up with his thinking.

Eriksson abruptly stopped, creating space, and made a barely perceptible adjustment.

Snapped!
He sent a long pass to the penalty spot, where Harry Kane burst into the frame.

Bang! A header sent the ball flying toward the left side of the goal!

Cech reacted quickly, even flicking the ball with his fingertips, but still couldn't stop the goal.

1-1! ! !

"This is a war without cowards, a derby of guns and roses!"

"In the 37th minute of the match, Tottenham equalized, and the goal was scored by Harry Kane!"

"On paper, strength is meaningless in the North London derby!"

"Arsenal are last season's league champions, so what if they have an 11-game winning streak this season? We can still break through their defense!"

"They say North London is red? Not tonight!"

"Let them know who the masters of this city are!"

Tottenham's commentator, Jote, roared in a hoarse voice.

A white wave of people has already risen in the away stands. Arsenal has a talented player, and so do they.

Harry Kane!

A super striker with White Hart Lane DNA flowing in his veins!
"You won the championship undefeated this season, but you still couldn't beat us!"

Tottenham fans chanted in unison.

"They celebrated like they'd won the Champions League, while we didn't even give it our all!"

Arsenal fans next door made sarcastic remarks.

While fans in the stands were hurling insults at each other, Harry Kane had just finished celebrating when Qin Ming gathered his teammates together. "Don't let this affect you. Every time we play against Tottenham, whoever defends against them is a coward! Let's score a few more!"

The North London derby is not only a football celebration, but also a defensive disgrace.

clap clap clap!
So there's no need to feel frustrated!

Qin Ming clapped his hands loudly, "The derby has only just begun!"

He had lost his fighting spirit after beating Tottenham so many times before, but now his fighting spirit has been completely ignited.

Just do it!

His blood seemed to boil within him as Qin Ming returned to his position, his gaze sweeping past the Tottenham players and pointing directly at the goal.

Lori couldn't help but shiver.

"Kyle! Stop him from getting past you, contain him!"

The French goalkeeper gave a serious reminder.

"I understand!" Kyle Walker was unsure, but what else could he say?

We can't boost others' morale while diminishing our own, can we?

Beep! ! !
The match resumed approximately 40 minutes ago.

With little time remaining in the first half, Arsenal showed no signs of giving up, instead accelerating their passing and movement to push forward.

Qin Ming suddenly moved to the middle lane, while Cazorla moved to the side lane.

The two players' cross-positioning caused a moment of chaos in Tottenham's defense.

Even though Kante isn't good at attacking, he still found a passing lane and passed the ball to Qin Ming, who was in an open position.

Dell is here!

Tottenham's defensive midfielders are very good at one-on-one against fast and technically gifted attacking players!
He always manages to be at the right place at the right time and do the right thing by reading the game.

It's difficult to perform complex moves in a fast-paced game.

Qin Ming knew this well, so he didn't hesitate and looked up at Sanchez.

Chilean full-backs still have an advantage when facing English full-backs.

This will inevitably distract Dell and force them to adjust their positioning to avoid a direct pass.

"Qin's left and right feet are even more balanced than Santi's!"

Wenger had a thought in his mind: "So when he's in midfield, the opponent's defensive positioning needs to be more organized to prevent possible through balls!"

"Furthermore, Qin's ability to break through defenses is too strong, and he has a very strong ability to advance the ball forward! This will also make the defending players nervous!"

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The image reflected in Wenger's brown pupils was Qin Ming's feigned pass, which was actually a variation.

Swish!
People seemed to hear the melody played at twice the speed. Qin Ming seized the moment when Dell moved laterally and suddenly accelerated, sprinting towards the left edge of the penalty area.

"Fuck!"

Dell realized something was wrong as soon as he moved, but it was too late to react.

"This person is trying to deduce my defensive logic in reverse!"

The England defensive midfielder, on whom Pochettino had placed high hopes, was roaring inwardly.

He hates the feeling of having his underwear exposed!

Qin Ming had no time to pay attention to Dier, who had been left behind; he noticed Belgian center-back Wimmer charging towards him.

He's quite young!
Is it not giving Morata an opportunity by easily giving up the position?
really.

Morata, his hair slicked with hairspray, moved swiftly, shaking off Vertonghen and running into an open space.

Snapped!
Qin Ming also passed the ball to Morata's right side before Vertonghen created the offside trap, so that Morata could shoot directly without adjusting.

"I come!"

The Spanish striker faced off against the French goalkeeper and used his weaker foot to push the ball near the post.

Lori cursed under his breath.

Why shoot from the near angle instead of the far angle from this position?
His misjudgment resulted in a goal.

2-1! ! !

"The ball goes in! The ball goes in!"

"The Gunners have taken the lead again before the end of the first half!"

"Qin Ming's brilliant play in midfield bypassed Tottenham's defensive midfielder Dier, creating an opportunity to face the defense directly!"

"Morata didn't waste his chance either!"

Zhan Jun's hoarse voice was filled with excitement.

On the field, Qin Ming ran towards Morata, who was celebrating with a knee slide, pulled him up, and gave him a high-five and a hug.

He was very pleased.

Even as Morata took the shot, he still felt uncertain.

why?
The nickname "two-footed idiots" says it all.

Fortunately, Morata didn't have a meltdown this time, mimicking Sterling's carefree football by kicking the ball into Lloris's arms or off the line.

"How's my long-range shooting technique?"

Morata proudly claimed credit.

"Amazing, amazing!" Qin Ming gave a thumbs-up and praised repeatedly.

indeed.

He never expected Morata to shoot towards the near post. If he were in that position, his first choice would definitely be to chip the ball towards the far post.

not far away.

"Wake the fuck up!"

Lori rushed up to Vermeer, pointing his finger at him and roaring.

Wake up, you fucking idiot!

He couldn't understand why Wimmer was pushing forward so aggressively, without giving his teammates time to cover.

Even a slight delay is unacceptable.

Vertonghen wouldn't be unable to keep up with Morata.

The camera clearly captured Wimer's lips trembling slightly.

He wanted to argue.

If I don't step up, Qin Ming will definitely take the shot, and that precise shot has caused trouble for countless teams.

But since he has a low status in the team and is usually just a substitute, that's what matters.

He wouldn't have started if Alderweireld hadn't been injured.

Son Heung-min didn't dare to advise Lloris either, as his position was also not high, and he was only able to barely hold onto the main force.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at Qin Ming, and his envy overflowed instantly.

"Let's stabilize the rhythm and wait for the second half!"

Vertonghen came to Wimmer's rescue.

At least the two were teammates on the national team, although he was from the French-speaking group, which included players like Hazard, Fellaini, and Meunier.

Wimmer is from the Dutch-speaking group, including De Bruyne, Mertens, and others.

Earlier in the Belgian locker room, De Bruyne complained to his assistant coach about tactics in Dutch, and Hazard deliberately responded loudly in French: "We only speak the language of champions here."

Even during the Belgian national team's pre-match warm-up, the French-speaking group and the Dutch-speaking group were automatically divided into two halves.

But at least they're family.

"Fun fact!"

"Goalkeepers scolding center-backs is a common form of high-pressure management in football. Typical examples include Neuer scolding Boateng and Oblak scolding Savic!"

"Last season, Lloris averaged 22.3 shouts per game, ranking third among goalkeepers in the Premier League!"

"The number one player is Liverpool's Mignolet, averaging 26.1 times per game!"

"Second place goes to Chelsea's Courtois, averaging 24.7 times per game, and he's a bilingual roarer in both Dutch and English!"

Zhan Jun explained to the fans.

Courtside.

Pochettino patted his cheeks, forcing himself to cheer up.

When Qin Ming is no longer confined to the wing, Arsenal's attack becomes like a kaleidoscope, constantly changing in a dazzling display.

"It's very difficult to prevent!"

Pochettino sat back down on the bench.

the other side.

Arsenal's coaching staff and substitutes are celebrating.

"I knew Alvaro would be offside, luckily Qin anticipated that!"

Pat Rice's eyesight is still sharp despite his old age.

He saw the linesman preparing to raise his flag, but Qin Ming slightly increased the pace of the pass, directly breaking Tottenham's offside trap.

"Qin has become more mature in his football playing since he became captain."

Wenger smiled. "I should have given him the captain's armband sooner."

"Is this the transformation of a boy into a man? Haha!"

Pat Rice was happy to witness this change.

The game continued, but Tottenham did not launch a strong attack, and Arsenal also slowed down the pace accordingly.

Beep!
Soon the whistle blew.

The first half ended with Arsenal leading Tottenham 2-1, with goals from Qin Ming and Morata.

This pleased the gunmen greatly.

During halftime, staff were busy repairing the turf and smoothing out any potholes.

Qin Ming and his teammates listened to the professor's guidance.

Meanwhile, the team next door is pumping up their game; Pochettino, like Simeone, is adept at Argentine-style passion.

"Is this the ending you wanted? A disgrace that the whole world will remember?!"

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Pochettino did more than that; he also had his assistant coach write up, well, those insulting remarks from Arsenal fans.

But the Tottenham players fall for his tactics.

When the second half began, the Tottenham players were noticeably more excited.

"Arsenal's passing game has become clogged!"

"Tottenham's pressing is getting faster and faster, it's obvious they want to seize the initiative from the start!"

"Can the gunmen withstand this fierce attack?!"

The ball came to Qin Ming's feet on the wing. Kyle Walker, who was carrying a yellow card, dared not make any big movements.

"Go!" Qin Ming cut inside towards the middle lane upon seeing this, and suddenly flicked his heel.

The ball was tipped to Monreal, who was making a run down the wing.

Son Heung-min chased after him relentlessly, but Monreal gave him no chance.

Snapped!
The ball was passed across to Morata, who was there to receive it.

Arsenal's passing game has undergone a transformation, becoming fast when it needs to be fast and slow when it needs to be slow.

"My grass!"

Qin Ming received the ball and took a shot from the spot, but it was touched by Lloris's fingertips and hit the crossbar before going out of bounds.

He was a little annoyed.

"Watch out!" Lloris didn't have time to scold his teammates before he saw Arsenal take a corner kick.

This time, instead of playing a tactical corner kick, they actually passed the ball into the penalty area, looking for Morata, the highest point.

Unfortunately, the Spanish center forward's physical strength was not good enough.

After Vertonghen headed the ball away, Kanté tried to jump up and head it back, but he was too short.

"Tottenham's counter-attack opportunity!"

"Wanyama!"

"Control the ball and get past Kirkland! Pass it to Son Heung-min on the wing!"

A blur of motion appeared on Tottenham's right flank as Son Heung-min gritted his teeth and sprinted forward, knowing that counter-attack opportunities against Arsenal would be few and far between.

Then we have to hold on with all our might!

"Harry!" Son Heung-min ran past Harry Kane, dodging Van Dijk who was running back, and fired a shot from a tight angle on the right side of the penalty area.

The ball flew out from between Cech's hands and hit the net!
2-2! ! !

Tottenham have equalized again!

The Tottenham fans in the away stands cheered wildly, they never expected that they could be so resilient as to equalize twice against the strong Arsenal.

This gave them great confidence in today's outcome.

Son Heung-min did the same after scoring; he rushed into the goal, picked up the ball, and waved to signal his teammates to return to their positions.

The White Rose's counterattack has only just begun!
"Move the defensive line forward a bit more!!"

Qin Ming saw the problem: Kanté and Kirkland were short, which would put them at a great disadvantage when defending against air attacks.

This requires Van Dijk and others to maintain a proper distance.

“It’s my fault!” Kant said, hanging his head in self-reproach.

Suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw a confident smile.

"What do you mean 'your problem' and 'my problem'? Conceding a goal is everyone's problem!"

"Besides, they'll soon regret their decision to put the ball in the center circle!"

Qin Ming's tone was filled with excitement.

The changes at Tottenham were beyond his expectations, but he thought it was a good thing.

Because the Gunners don't need weak derby opponents!

On the sidelines, Pochettino had just finished celebrating with a fist pump when he saw the Arsenal players taking their positions. Although it was a standard 4-2-3-1 formation, everyone was facing the left flank.

"This is the kind of cohesion I want!"

Arsène Wenger from next door provided the answer.

Once the game resumed, Qin Ming went all out, relentlessly attacking Kyle Walker.

Dell wants to provide assistance.

boom!
Qin Ming sidestepped and crashed into Dell, causing him to stumble.

"Santi!"

Cazorla arrived as well, and the two coordinated their attack, while Wanyama also chased after them.

Seeing this, Cazorla immediately split the ball to the side.

"Hector!"

Sanchez is no longer selfish and is more considerate of the team.

He then passed the ball to Bellerin, who was making a forward run.

"here!"

After passing the ball, Sanchez moved towards the edge of the penalty area, received the cutback pass before Vertonghen could reach it, took two steps into the penalty area, and then slid in to shoot.

boom!
It's a near angle too!
Lloris was also caught off guard, watching helplessly as the ball slipped through his fingers and into the goal without him even looking back.

3-2! ! !

"Oh my God!"

"Should I praise Tottenham's resilience or Arsenal's relentless attack now?"

"That's the gunman!"

"DNA flowing with a magnificent bloodline of art and violence!"

"From Herbert Chapman's WM revolution, football is no longer a brutal sport, but a moving geometry!"

"In Arsène Wenger's perfectionism, scoring a goal is not the end of the game, but the inevitable result of accumulated passes!"

Sky Sports commentators marveled at the exciting match.

"Gunner see the Arsenal playing some Hot Stuff!"

The Gunners made Arsenal play a beautiful game!
A red and white wave surged, and the gunmen waved their team flags and shouted themselves hoarse.

This is the kind of game they want to see.

I'd rather lose 3-4 than win 1-0!
A match should be played with passion and beauty!

Sanchez was celebrating amidst the waves, while Qin Ming asked Cazorla for help to put on the armband that Dale had pulled off.

"Keeping watch on Qin alone is useless!"

Kyle Walker said helplessly.

Arsenal is a big core team, but the others also have finishing ability.

The consequence of focusing all attention on Qin Ming was that they conceded a goal to another player ranked in the top ten of the Ballon d'Or.

"Ugh!"

Lori couldn't muster the energy to roar either.

"There's still a chance!" Son Heung-min was the most enthusiastic, having lost to Qin Ming too many times, from Leverkusen to Tottenham.

He didn't want to wake up in a fright from dreaming of a silhouette at night anymore.

"Fuck history!"

Harry Kane is also full of fighting spirit.

No one will give up in the North London derby, at least not him; he'll fight to the very end.

The game quickly resumed.

After a moment's hesitation, Pochettino substituted Wanyama with Ali.

He needs to intensify his attack.

Wenger on the other side was decisive, replacing Coquelin with Gustavo. Since Tottenham wanted to use height to their advantage, they should eliminate this potential threat as soon as possible.

As for Kante, he cannot be substituted.

His coverage and awareness are an important part of Arsenal's defense.

One minute, ten minutes, twenty minutes!
Time is ticking away.

The game had reached the 77th minute when Dier and Wimmer both received yellow cards.

For Arsenal, Monreal tackled Son Heung-min and also earned a yellow card.

"Tottenham continue to make adjustments: Kyle Walker is replaced by Terry Pearce, and Son Heung-min is replaced by Winks!"

"Pochettino needs to maintain the intensity of the pressing in the attacking third!"

Arsenal substituted Gibbs for Monreal to guard against a possible attack from Tottenham's side!

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Son Heung-min looked back unwillingly; he didn't want to leave the game at this moment.

But he knew it was a reasonable decision.

My physical condition is already at its limit, and today I kept retreating to defend, so I could no longer maintain effective pressing.

It's just that I'm unwilling to accept it.

Kyle Walker was in an even worse mood, having once again become a background character.

Why is it that nothing good ever comes from running into Qin Ming?

He even felt that winning against Qin Ming at Tottenham was a luxury.

So the only way to change things is to leave.

The match entered its most intense phase, and due to the severe decline in physical strength of both sides, their movements began to become distorted.

The error rate is also increasing rapidly.

Qin Ming felt his legs were a little weak, and when he was panting, it was like a bellows, taking in large gulps of air to barely suppress his fatigue.

However, his opponent, Terry Peele, wasn't much better off.

This guy is more offensive than defensive; once I put a little pressure on him, he obediently stayed in the backcourt.

This greatly reduced Gibbs's pressure.

The 84th minute of the game.

Alli received the ball in the attacking third and broke free, with Kante closely following him.

Even at this point, the French defensive midfielder was full of energy and made a perfect tackle.

"It's so flashy even without Qin's technology!"

Kant thought to himself.

But he was quick on his feet and immediately passed the ball to Sanchez.

Arsenal's fast counter-attack is on!
The Tottenham players tried their best to chase back, but they were just too slow.

"Can't run anymore?!"

Pochettino was furious on the sidelines.

Ten seconds later, Sanchez dribbled the ball to the baseline and passed it back to Qin Ming in a triangular pass.

“je te tue!”

In his desperation, Lorry even blurted out French.

They abandoned the door and left!

Qin Ming really didn't expect Lori to be so bold. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vertonghen run to the door.

There aren't many shooting angles right now.

Then create your own perspective!
Under the spotlight, the Emirates Stadium became his stage, with 50,000 fans in attendance.

Fake shot with left foot, flick the ball with right foot!
Lori wasn't fooled and followed!
But then he spiked the ball, forcing Lowry to dive and save.

When he realized there were no shots on goal, he was extremely frustrated, but he had to suppress his emotions and run to the goal to continue blocking.

Within the restricted area.

Qin Ming enjoyed the feeling of dodging and weaving.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to the middle lane.

Exhausted, Vertonghen slipped and his all-out tackle missed.

Tottenham fans watched in despair as Arsenal's number 10 continued his performance.

They were hoping that Wimmer and Terry Peele could do something.

As a result, the two of them were like children in a youth training camp in front of Qin Ming, easily shaken out of their way.

boom!
The left-footed shot, delivered from a stationary position, instantly chilled Lloris's heart.

Because he didn't encounter it!

4-2! ! !

"Qin!"

"He crushed Tottenham's entire defense! This isn't just dribbling, it's a crime!"

"Tottenham's ironclad defense was like a paper toy under his feet!"

"ladies and gentlemen!"

"You have just witnessed the ultimate magic of football!"

"Leg swing in place! No running start! No space! Only magic—!!!"

"Qin personally carried out the trial against Tottenham Hotspur!"

Paul Dutton roared in a trembling voice.

He imagined this goal; even if he had been told in advance and the timeline had been rewound, he still couldn't have imagined it.

on the field.

Qin Ming didn't run around celebrating, because he was exhausted.

He simply stood there, head tilted back, arms outstretched, his signature slightly weary smile still playing on his lips.

Tottenham players were sprawled out in the penalty area, while Arsenal players looked utterly shocked.

Especially Sanchez.

He witnessed the whole thing; how could he not be shocked?

After a long pause, Qin Ming gently shook his finger and then pointed to the north stand—as if to say: This is a gift for all the gunners!

Then he was tackled to the ground by his teammates.

"This is a fucking supernatural phenomenon!"

Cazorla exclaimed.

"Are you even human?!"

Sanchez also shouted.

"Some geniuses are born to humiliate ordinary people!"

Although Giroud has become a substitute, his flattery skills are still on point.

"Ha ha!"

Qin Ming smiled as he broke free from his teammate's embrace and left the silent Tottenham penalty area.

Courtside.

Pochettino slumped onto the bench, as Qin Ming breached their goal once again in a manner that was almost humiliating.

What else could he say?

This is a difference in ability, but even more so a difference in talent.

the other side.

Wenger and Pat Rice embraced in celebration, while the substitutes' bench erupted in cheers.

"His dribbling is like the Amazon flooding!"

Pat Rice shouted, "Unpredictable, unstoppable, it will only drown everything in the torrent!"

When did you become so artistic?

Wenger asked curiously.

"Ahem. I've been reading Shakespeare lately."

Pat Rice coughed twice.

This goal completely shattered the Tottenham players' confidence; no matter how much rivalry there was in the North London derby, they couldn't muster the energy to plan an attack.

Moreover, Wenger disrupted Tottenham's rhythm with his final substitution.

Arsenal doesn't seem satisfied yet!

"Qin Ming delivered a kick! It sent him flying straight into the stands! He's got a bit of Gao Lin's style!"

"It seems he's reached his limit; his movements are severely distorted!"

Zhan Jun laughed.

Lloris kicked the ball out again, and the Tottenham players, like zombies, launched an attack down the flank.

As a result, the ball was intercepted by Gustavo in midfield.

Qin Ming's old teammate had just launched a long pass when he found a good opening behind Wimmer.

But who knew that Qin Ming had no intention of running away at all.

"I'm bored."

Qin Ming helplessly shrugged; that final wave of escapes had completely drained him.

If it weren't for the fear of a Tottenham comeback, he probably would have been substituted long ago.

If you let him run another few dozen meters, it could really kill him.

"All right!"

Gustavo was hoping to rack up an assist.

Beep-beep-beep!
Shortly after, two short and one long whistle sounded, bringing the North London derby to a close.

Arsenal 4-2 Tottenham!

(End of this chapter)