Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 301 I've seen countless spectacular goals, but this? This is simply an alien-level performance!

"Manchester United's form and tactics have hardly changed compared to the first leg; they are still mainly focused on defense while waiting for counter-attack opportunities!"

"But Arsenal's attack is more aggressive, and it's clear that for them, there's no other option but to score goals!"

"The continuous lateral passes drew Manchester United's two holding midfielders off course!"

As always, Zhan Jun believes that even if there is space, Manchester United will quickly fill it and will not give Arsenal a chance.

Besides, De Gea is standing in front of the door.

But the next second his pupils contracted as he saw Qin Ming's figure flash by and receive the ball at the edge of the penalty area.

There were at least three defenders blocking his way.

A direct shot will be blocked, and dribbling past an opponent is also very difficult.

"Whoosh!" The crisp air was drawn into his chest, and Qin Ming only felt his core, calves and other parts of his body burning hot, completely unaffected by the outside temperature.

it has started!

Like a hawk raising its eyes to scan, its body then swaying violently.

Snapped!
"Damn it!" Herrera realized something was wrong as soon as he lunged forward; sure enough, he had been fooled by Qin Ming's change of direction.

pat!

Qin Ming only felt his left foot stumble, but realizing that he hadn't entered the penalty area yet, he decisively tightened his core to stop staggering.

Then he saw Phil Jones and Luke Shaw block the way to break through from the right.

Then go to the left!
With a smooth flick of his right foot to the left, he drew Phil Jones to turn around.

"Shouldn't you shoot?!"

Mourinho muttered to himself on the sidelines, expressing the sentiments of all the fans.

However, the figure reflected in his pupils had not yet stopped moving.

A fake spike, a deceptive shift of weight, followed by a crossover flick!

The cold air at Old Trafford seemed to freeze.

The entire stadium held its breath, not daring to blink, staring intently at Arsenal's number 10.

Her lithe figure seemed to be dancing an elegant dance.

The Manchester United penalty area became his stage, and those dressed in red became his most loyal dancers.

In a blink of an eye.

Qin Ming felt a surge of exhilaration. Playing against Manchester United, a team that parked the bus, had been fueling his anger.

Today he's going to shatter Manchester United's shell in his own way!
Bang! Firmino and Smalling were dizzy and disoriented. They blindly stretched out their feet and were beaten. In the end, they watched in panic as Qin Ming kicked the ball.

The football slammed into the Manchester United goal.

As for that wall of sighs, Spanish goalkeeper De Gea had long been lost in that dazzling dribbling.

The electronic scoreboard in the scoreboard stands changed from 0-0 to 0-1 after it jumped!

The Arsenal fans below were silent for a moment, then erupted in a loud cheer, blowing the cold air out to the other three stands.

"Yeah!!!"

They believe that Arsenal's best gunners will use their guns to crush Manchester United!
"Arsenal! Goal!"

"In the 29th minute of the match, Qin scored a goal, a goal that only existed in our imagination!"

"I've said it before, no one can stop him, not even Manchester United, who have perfected their defense!"

"Herrera, Phil Jones, Smalling, Ashley Young!"

"Manchester United's defense was completely outmaneuvered by him in the penalty area. I've seen countless spectacular goals, but this? This is simply an alien-level performance!"

Paul Dutton's voice was hoarse as he gave his commentary, his headset vibrating under his output.

At the Emirates Stadium, Qin Ming ignored the stunned Manchester United players in the penalty area, ran to the camera at the corner flag, and roared while pounding his chest with the team crest.

"Come on!!!"

For a striker, the most frustrating thing is undoubtedly having an opponent who plays defensively and a goalkeeper who seems to always make saves.

He was able to calmly comfort his teammates before because he was now the captain.

It also means having ample self-confidence.

Now, he can finally release all the frustration in his heart through a goal.

"Qin, what exactly did you do?!"

Morata exclaimed as he lunged forward.

He felt that the biggest advantage of being Qin Ming's teammate was being able to witness his incredible moments up close.

Just now, he went from being eager to run into open space for the ball to being incredulous after watching Qin Ming make a series of breakthroughs and score.

"There is no away goals rule in the EFL Cup!"

Cazorla jumped onto Qin Ming's back, "That means as long as we keep the score, we can play Manchester United in extra time!"

"That's true, but I don't want to go to penalties with Manchester United. Let's finish the game in regular time!"

Qin Ming felt much better and grinned, revealing a sharp and shrewd smile.

In his philosophy, if there is one, there will be two. Manchester United's golden record has been broken. Once the tortoise shell is broken, can it still stop their offensive?

"Go, go, go!"

Sanchez had been unhappy for a while. In the first leg, he was saved by De Gea on a one-on-one opportunity and missed several other excellent chances.

We have to get our revenge today, don't we?

Arsenal players walked back with their heads held high, and the camera panned across them, focusing on the still-dazed Manchester United players.

"This"

De Gea, who is not good with words, stammered for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh with his hands on his hips.

There was nothing he could do.

"This kid's feints are only slightly worse than mine."

Ibrahimovic snapped his fingers to bring his teammates back to reality. "Don't let one goal define you. If we can beat them once, we can do it again! Keep it up!"

He never admits defeat in his world, even though he is over thirty years old and is facing Qin Ming, who is still in his prime.

Just do it!

Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who calls himself Manchester United's God, returned to his position, eagerly awaiting the restart of the game.

The Manchester United players were also inspired by his spirit.

"I refuse to believe he can score like that again!" Pogba spat angrily onto the grass.

On the sidelines, the assistant coach, showing great foresight, moved the water bottle rack aside to prevent Mourinho from kicking it over.

However, Mourinho did not make a move; he simply stood in the command area with his eyes closed.

He felt like he had low blood sugar.

They painstakingly analyzed Arsenal's tactics and devised a targeted setup, including a five-man midfield to strangle the opposition and a forward defensive line, all tailor-made for Arsenal.

The results proved to be quite good.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he never expected that Qin Ming could still put up such a performance under such tight defense.

This is infuriating!

The other side.

"I have a feeling that it will be very difficult for us to score!"

Pat Rice asked, puzzled.

"Manchester United's defense looks average, but it is specifically designed to counter our strengths. If the midfield can't pass the ball around, the attacking third will struggle."

Wenger tucked one hand into his down jacket and pointed to the penalty area with the other, saying, "So we can only rely on Qin's individual ability to break the deadlock."

"Of course, if Ngolo can learn to organize attacks, then Manchester United's right-sided defensive group will go from having a numerical advantage to a disadvantage, and our attack will not be so difficult."

Wenger shook his head after he finished speaking.

One cannot have it all. Kante's contribution to Arsenal's defensive system is beyond imagination.

Then naturally, one cannot focus their energy on the offensive end.

The match on the pitch has already begun, and Manchester United is still using the same old tactics, or perhaps they just want to draw and then go to penalties with Arsenal.

After all, they have a greater advantage with De Gea in the squad. However, because of Qin Ming's goal earlier, they became hesitant to attack.

"Alexis!"

Cazorla noticed that Manchester United players were putting a lot of effort into defending Qin Ming.

Then the opportunity will come for others.

Bang! Sanchez cut inside and faced Smalling, feigning a shot but actually passing the ball.

The ball was passed to Morata's feet.

The Spanish striker awkwardly raised his foot, but it was this brief delay that allowed De Gea to make the wrong prediction.

clang!
The sound of the ball hitting the post saved Manchester United fans from a close call.

"Luck doesn't seem to be on Arsenal's side!"

"Many of Arsenal's shots today, if they had been by other goalkeepers, such as Bravo, would have resulted in more than one goal!"

“But De Gea—”

Before Zhan Jun could finish speaking, he saw Sanchez take a follow-up shot, but it was interfered with by Phil Jones and he failed to hit the target.

The fans at the stadium were still reeling from Arsenal's attack.

The caddie at Old Trafford was very sensible and immediately threw the ball to De Gea.

The latter, upon receiving the ball, immediately launches a long kick forward.

Ibrahimovic made a strong save at the first ball, and Kanté, knowing his own height disadvantage, simply waited for Ibrahimovic to control the ball before trying to steal it.

"Wow! Ibrahimovic's consecutive lobs were brilliant; Kante and Coquelin were both beaten!"

"He passed the ball to Martial on the flank!"

"The French and Spaniards are speeding!"

Amid the cheers of Manchester United fans, Martial felt as if Henry had possessed him.

He was just not wearing an Arsenal jersey.

Swish!
He suddenly stopped and flicked the ball again, intending to cut inside and shoot.

"Mine!" A sharp shout rang in his ears, and Martial looked up in a panic, seeing Van Dijk.

When did this guy arrive to provide backup?

Before he could come up with an answer, Van Dijk turned sideways and stretched out his leg, first blocking the position and then stealing the ball.

The series of operations were skillful and swift.

Possession returned to Arsenal, while from a bird's-eye view of the pitch, Manchester United were on the attack.

The formation is very spread out.

Now, if we want to switch between offense and defense again, we'll have to ask Arsenal if they agree!

Van Dijk knew the opportunity was rare and immediately sent out a long diagonal pass.

The football arced towards the left flank, where Qin Ming chested down Valencia and executed a more dazzling and difficult consecutive lob pass than Ibrahimovic's.

Herrera tried everything he could to touch the ball but couldn't, and he even considered committing a tactical foul.

But he dared not commit a foul in this area.

Although De Gea is in red-hot form, Qin Ming's touch is just as good.

He didn't want to gamble.

As the football fell from the spotlight, Herrera and Valencia stretched out their feet.

"It seems like we can't reach it!"

Manchester United fans thought this a second ago, and the next second they were shocked and wide-eyed as Qin Ming used a scorpion kick to lob the ball to Morata in front of them.

The Spanish striker stared at the ball as it flew over Manchester United's defense, passing right over Smalling's head.

Sprint!

He glanced at the border guard and noticed that no flag was being raised.

Great peace of mind.

I'm the strongest when I'm not offside!

Morata, brimming with confidence, took two quick steps and, before De Gea could extend his reach, leaped and rammed his bright, shiny head into the air.

Bang! The football, like a cannonball, whistled through De Gea's fingers.

Swish!
The crisp sound of the ball hitting the net filled Manchester United fans with despair.

"Arsenal! Spanish striker Morata has scored! In the 39th minute, he received a scorpion kick from Qin Ming and headed the ball into the net!"

"Arsenal staged a remarkable comeback against Manchester United at Old Trafford, the site of their defeats, where they had gone nine games without a win before August 2016 and suffered a humiliating 2-8 loss!"

"No comeback, no gunslinger!"

At the end, Zhan Jun even altered Manchester United's lines.

At Old Trafford, a cold wind whistled through the collars of Manchester United fans, giving them a strong, chilling sensation amidst the passionate atmosphere of the match.

How did it turn out like this again?
"Vamos!!!" Morata was very arrogant after scoring the goal, casually swaying his head back and doing a crab pose in front of the camera.

"You also miss easy shots?!"

Qin Ming slapped Morata on the back with a wide hand, "You had such a good chance in front of the goal just now, and you managed to hit the post, but now you've scored a diving goal!"

"I learned it from you! Hahahaha!"

Morata offered a fitting compliment.

"Why did you let him control the ball in that area? You should have fouled him when he was on the wing!"

Mourinho was furious. "Are you playing a gentleman's game?"

He knew that Qin Ming was impossible to guard against, but as long as he kept him away from dangerous areas, no matter how powerful he was, how powerful could he be?

This way, even if Manchester United incurs yellow cards, it's acceptable.

Herrera was scolded until his face turned red, and Valencia was also in a bad mood. The two are considered to be relatively stable players in the team.

But in front of Qin Ming, he was treated like a greenhorn.

However, they also wanted to say that among so many defensive players in the entire Premier League, how many could completely contain Qin Ming?

"Manchester United's chances are running out."

Wenger next door clenched his fist in triumph. Now that the tempo was in their hands, it wouldn't be easy for Manchester United to take it back.

Moreover, judging from Manchester United's form, two consecutive draws in the league have had a significant impact.

Especially the draw against Stoke City.

"We can control the ball in our own half. Don't they like to camp out in their own half to defend? Hopefully, they won't come out in the second half either!"

Pat Rice couldn't stop smiling.

When the game restarted, Qin Ming pressed his hands down to signal his teammates to calm down; now it was Manchester United's turn to get anxious.

All they need to do is become patient hunters, waiting for their chance while controlling the ball.

Beep!
Perhaps knowing that blindly pressing forward might widen the score gap again, Mourinho signaled to his players to stabilize the tempo.

The first half of the game ended here.

Back in the locker room, Qin Ming lay comfortably on the locker, sipping his energy drink and listening to the professor's recap of the game.

It's definitely great to go into halftime with an advantage.

"Okay, Manchester United are not good at pressing in the attacking third because of their players' stamina and characteristics, especially veteran Zlatan, which can cause problems with the pressing system."

"So they can only force their way through, just like we did in the first 40 minutes."

"It's just that we excel at offense."

After Wenger finished speaking slowly and deliberately, he let the players rest freely.

As he predicted, shortly after the start of the second half, Manchester United's attacks failed to penetrate the defense, and they were even caught on several counter-attacks by Arsenal.

Ibrahimovic was substituted off early, Mata came on, and Rashford switched to center forward, thus creating a seemingly reasonable pressing system.

However, the high-pressing tactics that were not anticipated proved ineffective under Arsenal's possession-based style of play.

Beep-beep-beep!
Time slipped away, and the final whistle blew.

(End of this chapter)