Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 309: Quieting the Tehran Stadium with 100,000 People!
"On March 28th, which is tomorrow, the Chinese team will play an away game in Group A of the 2018 FIFA World Cup Asian Qualifiers, held in Tehran, the capital of Iran!"

"The AFC announced the 23-man squads for both teams on its official website on the 28th. Two midfielders, Huang Bowen and Yu Hai, who missed the last round, have returned for this match!"

"Qin Ming, who performed exceptionally well in the last match, is also on the roster!"

"According to the AFC schedule, the two teams will kick off at 4:30 pm local time in Tehran, which is 8 pm China time. Fans can get ready for this crucial match!"

"If the Chinese team can win, they will secure first place in the group!"

"It is reported that because the match is free to the public, more than 12 Iranian fans have already registered, which is close to the maximum attendance of 12.8!"

"It is very difficult for Chinese fans to get tickets in Tehran. They can only get tickets through the fan association's unified registration. As of last night, there were only more than 1,200 Chinese fans!"

"This could have a certain impact on the players' morale!"

"But I believe that the young Chinese men will not be afraid of strong opponents and will demonstrate the spirit of Chinese athletes!"

"This is reporter Zhang Wei reporting for you!"

Chinese fans were eagerly anticipating this match.

Qin Ming and his teammates have landed at Mehrabad International Airport in Tehran, the capital of Iran.

Look up.

A towering structure, gleaming in the sunlight, appears both pure and solemn, standing there with its arched form.

It is a modern interpretation of the "Ivan" archway in the ancient Persian palace.

It also symbolizes the "gateway" to modern Iran.

The square under the arch was packed with fans, a dark cloud that created a very oppressive atmosphere.

"Is this a way of intimidating us?"

Qin Ming chuckled casually.

When it comes to pressure, Borussia Dortmund's intimidating home ground, Schalke 04's record-breaking decibel levels, and Barcelona's height-restricted Camp Nou all exude a formidable aura.

Wu Lei, Zhang Xizhe, and other players who play in the Bundesliga also smiled.

Other players in the Chinese Super League didn't take it too seriously either.

In the past two years, the atmosphere of football in China has been getting better and better, stadium attendance has been increasing, and matches often attract tens of thousands of people.

Moreover, Chinese fans are just as enthusiastic about tifo as foreign teams.

"Play this game well, get the rankings decided as soon as possible, and then we can practice new tactics in the remaining games."

Perrin looked at the upright national team players and said.

It's been two years since the Asian Cup, and no one in the world knows better than him what changes have occurred in this team.

So he was very proud.

"We have seen that the Chinese national football team players have arrived at the stadium. Currently, in the Asian Qualifiers 12-team stage, the rankings in Group A are as follows: China is first, Iran is second, South Korea is third, and Syria is fourth."

"The gap between China and Iran is 7 points, which means that as long as China doesn't lose to Iran, even if they lose the next two games, they can still advance as the top team in the group."

"In the past few days, according to the information we have learned, the Iranian Football Federation has set up countless difficulties for the Chinese team, including providing training grounds that are worse than vegetable gardens, with potholes that make it easy to twist an ankle, and separating the pre-match press conferences from the official training sessions, requiring the national team players to travel back and forth between the stadium and the hotel twice."

"Not only did the Iranian home team resort to dirty tricks, but the Iranian fans were even more outrageous! When Chinese fans arrived in Tehran, Iranian fans directly raised four fingers at the Chinese fans, meaning they would crush the Chinese national team 4-0."

"Because in 2001, Iran thrashed the Chinese national football team, coached by Milutinovic, 4-0."

Will they get what they want?

"Let's wait and see!"

With China broadcasting the World Cup qualifiers for free on multiple channels, related terms have topped the charts on various social media platforms.

Azadi Stadium.

"Follow the fan club's viewing instructions, and don't go to the wrong stands!"

"And that girl, put your headscarf on properly!"

At the north entrance of the stadium, staff members of the Chinese fan club, dressed in red jerseys, were constantly directing the crowd.

They had issued a notice earlier.

Three requirements were made.

First, female fans must wear headscarves to enter the stadium. Second, please wear red tops. Third, the Chinese fans' stand is located on the north side of the stadium. Fourth, please gather at the north side of the stadium before 2:00 PM local time.

"Brother Wang, we don't have enough people, we feel like we can't get anyone to shout."

After all the fans had entered the stadium and it was confirmed that nothing had been left behind, the staff gathered together.

"What are you afraid of with Qin Ming around?"

The middle-aged man, known as "Brother Wang," wrapped his down jacket tighter around himself. "He can definitely silence the Iranian fans!"

How you won before, win today.
Moreover, leading a thousand fans into Azadi Stadium gave Brother Wang the feeling of eight hundred cavalrymen breaking through an army of ten thousand.

Not afraid at all!

"Have you prepared all the support items?"

Brother Wang asked again.

"Many things couldn't be shipped over, so we had to borrow from the local Chinese community. Luckily, they were very helpful, and we managed to gather everything together after a lot of effort."

The other person replied.

"Let's get on the field. The game is about to start. Remember, once it starts, the chants must keep going. Whether the players can hear them or not, we have to shout out our spirit!"

Brother Wang, pull in your stomach and straighten your back to make your beer belly smaller.

Local time 4:20.

In the players' tunnel, Qin Ming saw the Iranian team he had played against last year, and was surprised to find that Quitos was still in office.

Judging from the fiery looks in the eyes of the Iranian team members, they must have been given a lot of pep talks.

Qin Ming pursed his lips, withdrew his gaze, and followed the referee out of the players' tunnel.

White snowflakes drifted down onto my shoulders, and the noise was like needles, relentlessly drilling into my ears.

Look around.

It was a boundless, surging, and roaring white ocean.

The roar of over 100,000 Iranian fans was like a real tsunami, pouring down from all four stands and impacting every inch of the pitch.

The loud Persian slogans, the deafening hisses, and the incessant sound of war drums created a suffocating sense of oppression.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes.

At the heart of this white storm, a tiny yet incredibly tenacious red flame is burning fiercely!
A thousand people were crammed into the small area of ​​the away team's stands.

Like a lone boat in a raging storm, it seemed as if it would be swallowed up completely at any moment.

Qin Ming could not hear their voices.

But the flames flickering amidst the crowds certainly did not fall silent.

Qin Ming subconsciously straightened his back, wore his armband, exchanged team flags with his opponents, and even won the guessing game.

Good.

Qin Ming chose the right side of the field because the fans' stands were on the left.

The first half
"Team China!"

Qin Ming extended his right hand, its veins bulging.

All the team members instantly surrounded him, pressing down with their hands in layers, forming an unbreakable fist!

The deafening sound exploded within the circle.

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

Then, the eleven players stepped onto the field without fear.

Perrin clapped softly beside him. The Chinese team's backbone had been lifted, so they would not bend easily again.

Quidos, who was next door, looked grave.

Six months have passed since the last match, and the Chinese team has made significant progress.

Think of this.

He looked at Qin Ming, completely bewildered.

How to prevent it?

The logging tactics were ineffective, and they couldn't contain the multiple players against one opponent. Their arsenal of long-range shots and attacking runs into the penalty area was sharp and abundant.

It looks very difficult no matter how you look at it.

Moreover, Iran must win this match if it wants to compete for first place in the group.

It's just meaningless.

Because the Chinese team is highly likely to win the next two matches.

Therefore, today's goal is to achieve a draw.

We aim to get a point against the Chinese team and then secure second place in the group.

This will save us from having to fight the South Korean team again.

The match has already begun, and Iran's tactics today are clear: park the bus!

Heavy defenses were deployed within a 30-meter radius.

"China's approach was rather traditional: spread out and look for opportunities to cross the ball, with Qin Ming positioned at the very front!"

"Perhaps anticipating Quitos's tactics, Perrin opted for a 4-4-2 formation, with Qin Ming and Gao Lin as the two strikers, determined to carry out the aerial battle to the end!"

"coming!"

He Wei raised his voice.

Azadi Stadium.

Zhang Linpeng, overlapping on the wing, made a rapid forward run, first looking up to lock onto the positions of the two strikers.

I want the ball again!
"Give me!"

Zheng Zhi's eyes lit up when he heard this; he had been wondering how to send out a through ball.

He passed the ball through the gap on the left side of the Iranian full-back. Zhang Linpeng passed Mohammed and made a move to cross the ball!
Muhammad has been tricked!
Suddenly, Zhang Linpeng feinted a cross, twisted his body, and curled a pass directly into the penalty area with his left foot.

"Two ghosts knocking on the door!"

"Do you have?"

He Wei roared.

The football is spinning and flying through the air.

It not only passed Praliganji, but also Gao Lin, who was covered in hair gel.

It began to fall near the nodding head.

Iranian fans felt a chill.

Right in their sight, Qin Ming held off Montazeri, despite losing his balance.

Take off!

Facing the heart of the football, tense up and head the ball!

He still headed the ball skillfully, sending it flying in an arc over goalkeeper Beiranvand.

It brushed against the beam and fell into the doorway.

Beep!
The whistle sounded.

The referee pointed to the center circle, indicating that the goal was valid.

The decibel level at Azadi Stadium, which holds more than 100,000 fans, dropped sharply.

"Bang bang bang bang! Team China! Fight!"

"Bang bang bang bang! Team China! Victory is assured!"

On that cramped away stand, red waves surged.

Facing the gazes of a thousand people and carrying the expectations of countless others, Qin Ming broke out of Iran's densely packed restricted area, his left hand gripping the corner flagpole, his right fist clenched and raised high.

"coming!"

"Goal! In the 23rd minute of the match, the Chinese team found Qin Ming in the penalty area through a cross from the wing!"

"Qin Ming scores with a header!"

"Beautiful! In front of 100,000 Iranian fans, Qin Ming scored a brilliant header!"

"Look at his graceful posture in the air!"

He Wei praised it wildly.

On the sidelines, while Perrin and the coaching staff celebrated passionately, Quitos sat on the bench covering his face.

It's not that I have any complaints about the players.

They did everything they could, and they contained the Chinese team for the first twenty minutes.

But the defender always feels like they're walking on thin ice.

Sure enough, the Chinese team seized a small counter-attack opportunity.

"Attack!"

Quidos had no way out.

Playing in a stadium with 100,000 fans, if you continue to defend when you're behind, you'll really lose face.

A last-ditch fight.

The Iranian team gritted their teeth and launched a fierce attack.

How could they possibly lose face in front of their fellow countrymen, especially since just a year ago they were ranked number one in Asia?

And they actually managed to seize the opportunity.

Qin Ming scored in the 20th minute, and then they continued to look for attacking opportunities.

The midfielder made a mistake when pressured during the attack.

Veteran Zheng Zhi should have retired long ago, but unfortunately, no suitable successor can be found.

"Taremi makes a long diagonal pass to Jahanbakhsh!"

"Jiang Zhipeng has been beaten by him, Jahanbakhsh crosses in, a low shot!"

"Jahid scores with a quick shot!"

"Iran equalized before halftime!"

Azadi Stadium erupted in deafening cheers, with fans filling the stands and even the walls to shout wildly.

It crashed onto the field like a tsunami.

Qin Ming picked at his ear, keeping his expressionless face.

Just like Arsenal is no longer the Arsenal it used to be.

The Chinese team is no longer the same as it used to be.

First half stoppage time.

The Iranian team was emboldened by that goal, even though Quitos was waving his hands frantically on the sidelines, signaling them not to push forward too much.

But the thought of "why can't we win?" still lingered in the minds of the Iranian players.

forward formation
Hao Junmin, in midfield, seized the opportunity and tore through the opponent's defense with a long pass.

We found Gao Lin ahead.

Gao Feiji hasn't been wearing his shooting boots lately, so he's been focusing all his time on supporting Qin Ming.

With his back to Montazeri, he headed the ball back.

Qin Ming lifted his foot and smoothly unloaded the ball.

Several players rushed towards him, including Jashua, Taremi, and Iprahimi.

This is clearly a tactical foul.

The ball goes past the player, but not the player.

But if they could advance another ten meters, they could directly threaten the goal.

Think of this.

Without hesitation, Qin Ming knocked on Zhang Xizhe's phone.

He quickly moved forward and took down Iprashimi, giving Zhang Xizhe a brief opportunity to advance.

"Zhang Xizhe passed the ball again!"

"There are far fewer people around Qin Ming!"

He Wei shouted excitedly.

Perrin clenched his fist.

Quidos roared madly.

We can't let Qin Ming enter the restricted area, otherwise even if we give him a few more people, we might not be able to stop him!
The Iranian players' positioning was clearly etched in my mind.

The instant Qin Ming's left foot touched the ball, he suddenly flicked it to the right!
The exaggerated curves resemble a cow's tail.

Montazeri saw it in his mind, but his body couldn't react.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Praliganj on the right did not hesitate.

Hesitate and you will lose!

He moved close and extended his leg, trying to take advantage of the gap in Qin Ming's control of the ball to clear it.

Gao Lin, who was not far away, stared wide-eyed.

I can't really help much, I can only stand by and "caw" while Qin Ming is in charge of "wild slaughter"!
A breathtaking scene suddenly appeared.

After Qin Ming completed the cow tail with his left foot, his right foot drew a symmetrical trajectory while his center of gravity had already shifted.

"Allah!"

The 100,000 Iranian fans at the scene couldn't help but shout the name of God.

"Qin Ming!"

"He made consecutive breakthroughs near the penalty area and executed two consecutive 'elastico' moves!"

"incredible!"

"One-on-one! Shot!"

"The goal went in!"

"Pretty!"

"His stunning footwork truly lives up to his nickname 'The Magician of the Green Field.' His control over the ball has reached a level of perfect harmony between man and ball, to the point that he can even feel every inch of the ball's leather with his feet!"

He Wei launched into a frenzy of praise.

The live stream chat was filled with comments.
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Holy crap!
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[Isn't my ankle going to break? It looks completely twisted!]
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[Friendly reminder: This is not something ordinary people, or even ordinary athletes, should try, or you really could break your ankle!]
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Watching Qin Ming's touch frequency and dribbling rhythm is simply a pleasure!
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Defeat Iran!

The Iranian fans, who had just been riding high, were now deflated.

They couldn't even see any hope. Facing Qin Ming, multiple people were defending, but the final result seemed to remain unchanged.
When Iranian fans pinned their hopes on the second half.

Qin Ming drew four defenders into midfield, and No Look Pass broke through their encirclement to find Wu Lei, who had come on as a substitute for Gao Lin.

He made rapid progress in just one and a half seasons in the Bundesliga.

Especially when one-on-one, I don't panic like before and just kick at the goalkeeper.

Instead, they learned to vary their shooting techniques!
Swish!
When Iran's goal was breached again, the suspense of the match was completely gone.

finally.

Amid the drumming, cheers, and applause of a thousand Chinese fans in the away stands, a piercing whistle ripped through the Tehran sky.

(End of this chapter)