Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 310 We've qualified! Russia, here we come!
He Wei looked up at Qin Ming, who stood tall in the stadium with a capacity of 100,000, for several seconds.

"The whistle has blown! The match is over! A great journey has come to a perfect end! With eight wins and twenty-four points, the Chinese team has advanced to the World Cup in Russia as the top team in their group!"

"At this very moment, the cheers of 100,000 people from just moments ago may still echo above Azadi Stadium. But now, listen to the voices of the thousands of Chinese fans in the stands. They used every last ounce of strength in their bodies because they witnessed history!"

"We have calculated the mathematical probability of qualifying countless times, and we have wavered between despair and hope countless times!"

"The future of Chinese football seems to always be a journey through darkness. We yearn for a lighthouse, we yearn for a ray of light!"

"But today, what we see is not a lighthouse, but a blazing sun! It has illuminated the long night of Chinese football in an almost unreasonable way, in a way that surpasses all our imagination!"

"His magical skills and unwavering spirit gave his ten teammates and countless Chinese fans confidence and direction!"

"Qin Ming! He lives up to the armband on his arm and the expectations of the fans!"

"Of course, this is not a victory for one person, but a victory for a team, a victory for Chinese football as a whole!"

"From Wang Dalei's roar as he made a brilliant save, to Zheng Zhi's tireless running, to every player's perseverance even when they were cramping up, they all deserve praise!"

"When Spain was eliminated from the 2014 World Cup, I borrowed a quote from Romain Rolland: 'There is only one true heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it.'"

"For Chinese fans, there is only one true passion in the world: to still be moved to tears after countless disappointments!"

"All the failures and tears of the past have turned into smiles at this moment!"

"Enjoy this night to the fullest. Don't let tears blur your vision. Remember the way the flags are waving and the way the smiles are blooming."

"Tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual, and the journey of Chinese football will continue!"

"But tonight, let's put everything aside for a moment and cheer that we've qualified! Russia, here we come!"

"I'm He Wei, see you in the next game!"

After the live broadcast signal was cut off, cheers erupted in the broadcast room.

The staff and commentators all jumped and hugged each other, expressing their joy.

At the same time, the camera switches to an outdoor scene.

In the vast land of China.

Chang'an Avenue and Gongti North Road were instantly overwhelmed by the surging crowds and the honking of cars.

People waved flags and shouted "China!" and "Awesome!" The huge sound waves penetrated the red walls of the Forbidden City.

The crowd gathered in the square sang "Ode to the Motherland" in unison.

The singing was solemn and powerful.

All the lights on the Bund seemed to shine even brighter for this moment.

On the skyscrapers of Lujiazui in Pudong, some office buildings displayed the words "Go China!" in their light shows.

Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street was so crowded that it was impossible to walk, with young people everywhere wearing national flags and having their faces painted.

The area around Tianhe Sports Center has become a red-themed home ground.

The cheers in Cantonese and the shouts in Mandarin intertwined, and traditional lion dance performances appeared on the streets, with the sounds of gongs and drums reflecting the passion of the fans.

This is Qin Ming's hometown.

Compared to other cities, you can see him at bus stops, subway entrances and exits.

It might be an anti-drug advertisement, or it might be a fire safety advertisement.

The entire city of Shenzhen felt a sense of pride and enjoyed this wonderful moment.

Because the children who came from their school led the Chinese team to the World Cup again.

Tian Man wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Outsiders only see Qin Ming's brilliance, but she sees the hard work behind it all.

Qin Zhihong patted her on the shoulder, "Now you should be smiling."

Several theme parks in Shenzhen were brightly lit, and it had become a temporary "holy site" where people took photos and imitated Qin Ming's celebration gestures.

The camera turns again.

The panda sculpture on Chunxi Road was also draped with a miniature national flag, and several black and white soccer balls were placed at its feet.

The entire city was immersed in an extreme joy of "it's so comfortable".

The hot pot restaurant was bustling with noise, and the owner generously announced that beer would be free, with celebratory toasts echoing throughout the night.

At the roundabout in Optics Valley Square, fans launched a grand parade.

Buildings along both banks of the Yangtze River put on a light show, and cruise ships on the river sounded their horns to celebrate the moment.

The nights in early spring in Northeast China are very, very cold.

But you can see excited men shouting everywhere on the street. As the cradle of Chinese football, this place has many veteran fans.

Because we have witnessed hope, we are becoming more and more desperate.

They slammed their fists on the table, unable to hold back their tears, which they swallowed along with their beer.

It's as bitter as an emotion.

From Sanlitun to the Bund in Shanghai and the Canton Tower, to squares, university campuses, and bar streets in every city, deafening cheers erupted.

The camera captured the ecstatic faces and the expressions of anticipation for the future.

It reminded fans watching on TV of the night of October 7, 2001.

Looks the same?
But it seems different.

But one thing is certain: the joy in the hearts of the fans is genuine.

Azadi Stadium.

Looking at that small patch of boiling red ocean, Qin Ming put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily.

The idea that had been buried deep in my heart since the time travel had finally come true.

He can imagine the situation of Chinese fans.

Because he used to be a football fan too.

He suddenly remembered that in January 2015, he had just played half a season for Wolfsburg when he was called up to the national team to play in the Asian Cup in Australia.

The final result was neither good nor bad.

Although it didn't surpass its best historical performance, it was an unimaginable achievement for the Chinese national football team at that time, given its relatively weak overall strength.

Third place in the Asian Cup, qualified for the World Cup.
What is the next goal?
Qualifying from the group stage of the World Cup?

Or are they still playing against those strong teams and getting a feel for the World Cup atmosphere?

Qin Ming didn't know what he was thinking either.

Perhaps only by standing on that stage can one see the deepest part of their heart.

"Now it's time to celebrate!"

He sprinted towards his teammates, grabbed one of them at random, and ruffled his freshly styled hair into a mess.

"Qin Ming, I just finished getting ready and was about to take the picture!"

Wu Lei looked utterly helpless.

"Haha! That's more authentic! Fans love authenticity; they don't like pretentious stuff!"

Qin Ming rubbed it a few more times without caring.

Wu Lei adopted a resigned expression.

whatever.

"Now I am increasingly grateful for my choice back then, that I did not select big-name players from the club, but instead built a team based on Qin's technical characteristics."

"If we don't get third place in the Asian Cup"

Perrin thought he might also be dismissed.

That shows how important it is to have a good start to something.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, but you share the same robe with me!"

“在昨天伊朗首都德黑兰进行的亚洲预选赛12强赛阶段第7轮，中国队3-1伊朗队取得胜利，也提前锁定2018年俄罗斯世界杯正赛名额！”

"Since the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup, we have missed the World Cup for three consecutive editions. During this time, there has been heartache, bitterness, and unspeakable sadness!"

"But everything from the past will vanish like smoke!"

"Because we've qualified! The five-star red flag will be raised and fly high on the World Cup stage next year!"

"Looking back on our journey in the World Cup final round of 12, we won all seven matches, especially the double victories against strong opponents such as South Korea and Iran, which completely washed away the decades-long shame of Chinese football's fear of South Korea and the tragic fate of qualifying with just a draw!"

"Morning News Report for You!"

Qin Ming turned off his phone and arrived at the Kearney training ground, where Pat Rice was eagerly waiting for him. This was every time Qin Ming returned to China to participate in national team matches.

Arsenal's former captain, now assistant coach, is always waiting here.

"The Chinese team's tactics are becoming more and more biased towards us."

Pat Rice looked Qin Ming over carefully and was relieved to see that he was not injured.

Although we had already discussed it on the phone.

"Who told Perrin to be the boss's disciple?"

Qin Ming felt that Arsenal's tactics were suitable for the national team in some ways, but only if they reduced their possession rate.

Because cup competitions are different in nature.

Perrin made adjustments based on the situation; it was impossible for him to completely copy Arsenal's approach.

Of course, if we had Arsenal's players, the World Cup would be a force to be reckoned with.

When Qin Ming met Wenger, he learned that several Arsenal players were injured during the international break, namely Cech, Cazorla, and Koscielny.

Okay.

Arsenal are not short of goalkeepers, and Martinez has not yet been loaned out, so he can definitely fill in.

As for Cazorla...

Let Gustavo play as an attacking midfielder, or he can play that himself, with Sanchez on the left and Iwobi on the right.

That's also a solution.

Wenger meant the same thing.

The next few days were spent on recovery training until the EFL Cup final three days later.

As the defending champions of the EFL Cup.

Arsenal, who defeated Manchester United in the semi-finals, will face Liverpool in the final.

Liverpool, led by Klopp, are in great form, having defeated Hull City twice in the semi-finals.

Of course, it would be strange if they didn't win.

However, in the final at Wembley Stadium...

Liverpool's key players Henderson and Matip are injured.

The defensive lapse of VfL was exploited, allowing Qin Ming and Sanchez to break through relentlessly. The originally sharp attacking line of Firmino, Sturridge, and Lallana also became ineffective under Kante's sweeping attacks and Van Dijk's defense.

Karius made a shocking mistake in front of the goal that almost made Coach Zhan Jun swear.

"God!"

"Karius tried to show off his skills in front of the goal but was dispossessed by Qin! Arsenal scored a dramatic goal!"

"Keep in mind, the game has only been going on for twenty minutes!"

"Conceding a goal like that, Karius, Klopp, and Liverpool fans must be mentally devastated!"

Paul Dutton exclaimed in surprise.

Just as he expected, Klopp lost his temper and flew into a rage after the goal, while Karius was in a daze.

In the 63rd minute of the second half.

Qin Ming was tripped by Lovren in the penalty area, and the referee immediately awarded a penalty.

Karius, still struggling with his inner conflict, was unable to make any effective saves.

Bang! The football crashed into the left goal, changing the score from 1-0 to 2-0!

The Gunners at Wembley Stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Defend the title! Defend the title! Defend the title!"

They are already looking forward to lifting the EFL Cup trophy.

When fireworks burst forth from the sky.

The ribbon symbolizing Arsenal was tied to the trophy.

Congratulations to Arsenal on retaining their EFL Cup title!

"They are aiming for their peak, even higher than when they were undefeated!"

"Guns, advance!"

"Qin! Beautiful! He created space with a series of dribbles in front of the goal, and then curled a left-footed shot from his designated area!"

"As the one who broke the Premier League goalscoring record, he obviously wouldn't miss the opportunity!"

"Goal! The FIFA virus never seems to work on him; in fact, he always seems to get even stronger, as evidenced by the League Cup final a few days ago and today's league match!"

Arsenal 1-0 West Ham United!

Commentator Paul Dutton exclaimed in amazement.

Qin Ming is becoming more and more well-rounded, and his skills are becoming increasingly refined.

Last season at Arsenal, some people questioned whether he would hit the rookie wall and suffer greatly.

The results of it?
His goal-scoring efficiency is approaching that of Messi in his 91st year!

"Qin, playing as an attacking midfielder, has begun to control the tempo. Unlike those passing players, he uses his technique, rather than passing, to control the tempo!"

"God!"

"He spun around in place, shaking off Kouyat and Noble!"

"Like a compass!"

"Assign him to the wing!"

Sanchez's dark thighs reflected the light as he leaped forward, easily grazing Byram.

Immediately afterwards, he made a move to cross the ball from the left flank.

In reality, it's a fake fax, followed by a reverse triangle knock!
Qin Ming watched as the two center-backs charged forward relentlessly.

We forgot someone!

Thud! The football slipped through José Fonte's legs and landed in front of Morata, who was positioned on the offside line.

What's wrong with this world?

"Morata has actually learned to beat the offside trap! This is even more astonishing than Qin Hui's header!"

"The ball is in!"

Morata scores with his weaker foot in front of the goal!

At the Emirates Stadium, Morata also shocked Qin Ming, who stared at the Spaniard in disbelief.

Don't look at me like that.

Morata proudly raised his chin, "I can improve too!"

Sanchez, standing next to him, curled his lip.

He clearly saw Morata lose his footing before he shot on target.

I can really blow.

Arsenal won the match 2-0 against West Ham United at home.

The Premier League has completed 30 rounds.

Arsenal tops the table, followed by Chelsea, Tottenham, Manchester City, and Liverpool.

Chelsea's loss to Crystal Palace widened the gap to three points with Arsenal.

As for the top scorers list, Qin Ming ranked first with 36 goals, breaking his own record nine rounds early.

Harry Kane, who is second, has scored a full sixteen fewer goals than him.

Lukaku, who is in third place, is crying in the Everton dressing room. He has finally been in top form this season, only one goal behind Harry Kane.

They have a real chance to compete for the Golden Boot.

I never expected there to be a devil up there; it made me feel utterly hopeless.

How can we compete?
If Qin Ming doesn't leave Arsenal and doesn't suffer any injuries or other issues.

The Premier League Golden Boot award is about to be monopolized!
Occasionally, players other than Bayern Munich can win the Golden Boot in the Bundesliga.

But the Premier League is really tough!

(End of this chapter)