Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 308 Advancing to the 2018 World Cup Finals
2017 3 Month 23 Day.

Helong Stadium in Changsha, Hunan.

"The final stage of the World Cup qualifiers has arrived. We currently have 15 points, ranking first in Group A."

"Today's goal is definitely victory."

"Since the 2015 Asian Cup, the fear of South Korea has disappeared. I believe our players have the ability and confidence to win this game."

"Qin? I've been following his every game at Arsenal, and he's in much better form than before."

Perrin said this at the pre-match press conference.

When he returned to the locker room, Zheng Zhi, wearing the captain's armband, was giving a pre-match pep talk.

Qin Ming leaned against the locker door in the locker room, watching his teammates' expressions.

Compared to the Asian Cup two years ago, there is more composure and confidence. Two years is enough time for a lot to change.

For example, the Chinese national football team's physical fitness has improved, and they are no longer a liability in the second half.

Perrin has also greatly improved his basic skills.

With less than a year to go before the World Cup, they are close to achieving their initial goal of qualifying for the World Cup finals.

Getting closer.

Qin Ming's heart rate quickened slightly.

Even though he had experienced many grand occasions, he still couldn't help but get excited when he thought about this.

Because this is his life's work.

This is also a crucial beginning; how well will it turn out?

he does not know.

When he arrived at the players' tunnel, the South Korean players were already in place, and Son Heung-min's expression was complicated.

From the Bundesliga to the Premier League.

The two walked in unison, but their strides were vastly different. Qin Ming was walking further and further away, and now, even his silhouette was becoming blurry.

The defeat in the Asian Cup became a lifelong regret for Son Heung-min.

Kim Jin-soo rubbed his head; he still couldn't forget the pain from that elbow.

Soon the referee led the players from both teams out of the tunnel.

In March, Changsha was pleasantly cool after the cold rain had stopped.

But the stadium was so hot that people were sweating, and the roaring sound seemed to evaporate all the moisture.

Qin Ming looked around.

The stands on all four sides had turned into a surging sea of ​​red.

Huge national flags were passed around and unfurled in the stands like waves.

Countless flags were waving wildly, not just gently, but with a loud, fluttering sound!

The deafening sound of drums rose in rapid succession.

That wasn't just one drum, it was dozens of large drums being struck at the same time!
The drumbeats were heavy and rhythmic, each one striking the chest precisely, making one's blood boil.

The fans' faces were painted with bright national flag paint, and their eyes were devoid of the usual trivialities and worries; they simply roared with all their might, veins bulging, in sync with the drumbeats.

"China!"

"come on!"

The short, repetitive cheers seemed to have a physical presence, impacting one's eardrums wave after wave.

Qin Ming smiled.

The South Korean players looked a little pale. They knew playing away from home would be tough, but this intimidating atmosphere still made it hard to concentrate.

"China Media Group, China Media Group!"

"This is a live broadcast of the 2018 FIFA World Cup Asian Qualifiers Round 12!"

"You can see that both teams' players are in position!"

"Now let's introduce the starting lineups for both teams!"

"China is playing a 4-3-3 formation today. Perrin has chosen to change the formation, with experienced veterans like Zheng Zhi and Zhang Linpeng starting!"

"But there were many young, unfamiliar faces on the bench!"

"The South Korean team is using a 4-4-2 formation!"

"South Korean head coach Uli Stielike has recently been embroiled in controversy over his potential dismissal. It remains to be seen whether today's match will become the final straw."

He Wei stopped halfway through his sentence.

Since the game had already started on the field, China had possession of the ball, and Qin Ming immediately ran forward after the kickoff.

His position today is center.

That's right, after watching Arsenal's match, Perrin discovered that Qin Ming's heading ability was superb.

So what else is there to say?

Putting players on the flanks to break through would be a waste of their talent.
He wants to make Qin Ming the sharpest sword closest to the goal!
Wu Lei and Zhang Xizhe on the left and right flanks also made quick forward runs during the midfield advance, seeking to combine with Qin Ming.

The competition has only just begun.

Ki Sung-yueng was sweating profusely, directing his teammates to run, while the two center-backs, Hong Jeong-ho and Jang Soo-hyun, were on high alert.

“Be careful! Be careful!”

Seeing Qin Ming suddenly run towards the penalty area, Hong Zheng was so startled that he didn't notice the offside line and hurriedly followed after him.

This made Stielike curse loudly. Was he really that nervous?!
Just as he finished thinking that, Zhang Xizhe was tripped by Ji Dongyuan while dribbling the ball, and the Chinese team got a free kick on the left side of the attacking third.

I estimated the distance.

Qin Ming shook his head, indicating that it would be difficult to directly open the door.

The angle is too small, and the distance is too far.

"We'll use the second tactic later. You guys charge into the penalty area and leave the far post to me!"

Qin Ming said in a low voice.

During their training period back in China, they practiced many tactics together, with set pieces being a key focus.

"Ok!"

Zheng Zhi and the others nodded.

Zhang Xizhe took a deep breath. Although he plays for a mid-to-lower-tier team in the Bundesliga, he has become a regular rotation player.

There's nothing wrong with my footwork.

The moment the referee blows the whistle, take a run-up and curl the ball into the penalty area!

Back!

Tens of thousands of Chinese fans held their breath in the stadium!
The two South Korean center-backs, drawn by Zheng Zhi, Zhang Linpeng, and others, turned around in alarm.

We can only place our hopes on Kim Jin-soo!

But when Kim Jin-soo jumped, he suddenly realized that his vision had become dark.

The pressure from his back only made him jump a few centimeters.

Amidst thunderous cheers.

Qin Ming pushes off the ground! Takeoff!
The body is stretched out in the air, yet taut like a fully drawn bow, and the waist and abdomen exert force to deliver a powerful headbutt!

boom!
This is the sound of the hardest part of the forehead making perfect contact with the football!

The football hurtled towards the goal like a cannonball.

Kwon Sun-tae raised his hands in surrender as he stood in front of the goal, and the football powerfully smashed into the goal between his hands.

1-0! ! !

"Very beautiful!"

"The goal went in!"

Qin Ming scores with a header!

"Fear of Korea? Fear of Qin! He wins every match against the South Korean team!"

"Look at that incredible explosive power!"

"The South Korean goal was like a piece of paper in the face of such an attack!"

"In the 21st minute of the match, Qin Ming scored a goal!"

He Wei roared passionately.

On all four sides of the stadium stands, Chinese fans linked arms, forming impenetrable human walls, leaping and bounding to the rhythm of the drums.

The stands seemed about to collapse under the weight of this surging passion.

"Bang bang bang! China! Victory is certain!"

"Bang bang bang! China! Victory is certain!"

As the unified cheers rang out, Qin Ming ran towards the corner flag area, clenching his fists so tightly that the veins bulged!
No matter how many goals are scored in club matches.

It's exhilarating to break through the opponent's goal while being witnessed by tens of thousands of compatriots!
He couldn't help laughing.

On the sidelines, Stielike rubbed his hair anxiously, causing his already sparse hair to fall out in a cascade.

They were hoping to park the bus and steal a draw away from home.

But the Chinese team's free kicks posed a greater threat than he had imagined.

We're still behind now.

How do you kick it?
He couldn't find a way out and could only stare blankly as time ticked by.

The 38th minute of the game.

Qin Ming received the ball, turned, and unleashed a powerful shot from 28 meters out!

Score!

A deafening roar of cheers erupted once again!

"South Korea made a mistake in their own half, Wu Lei intercepted the ball and passed it to Qin Ming!"

"Two players dribbled past the goalkeeper before he unleashed a pinpoint shot!"

"Goal! Goal! Hat trick!"

"The suspense of the match has been killed! In the 87th minute, the Chinese team scored again!"

He Wei raised his fist and roared.

A thrilling World Cup qualifier not only represents victory, but also means that the Chinese team has secured a top-two finish!

Because just now, Iran and Syria tied!

In other words, even if they lose all the following matches.

They can also qualify for the 2018 World Cup finals by finishing second!

(End of this chapter)