Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 314 The Barcelona Dynasty Collapsed
Standing on the airplane steps, Qin Ming paused for a moment, gazing at the city in the distance.

This is his second time visiting Barcelona.

"Why don't you leave?"

Morata patted Qin Ming on the shoulder from behind, "Next time we go to Madrid, I'll take you around. I guarantee it'll be more fun than Barcelona."

"Let's wait until the offseason."

Qin Ming smiled and continued walking down.

There weren't many national team matches in 2017, and the World Cup qualifiers are now over, since they've already secured first place in their groups and qualified for the knockout stage.

But next year and the year after will be very busy.

They often chat in their national team group about the Asian Games and World Cup next year, and the Asian Cup the year after.

It's been more than four years since the Asian Cup.

For professional athletes, a season is a cycle, as is the major tournament every four years.

"We can't afford to get third place in the Asian Cup again in 19."

Qin Ming kept walking.

There were many fans who came spontaneously outside the airport terminal. Qin Ming's international fame has now surpassed that of all players below Messi and Ronaldo, including Neymar and others.

Basically, wherever there's a football, people will know his name.

"Arsenal players have arrived in Barcelona and will face Barcelona in the second leg of their Champions League quarter-final at Camp Nou tomorrow night!"

"In the video, Qin Ming is training with his teammates before the match. You can see that the Arsenal players are in a relaxed mood. They beat Barcelona 2-0 in the first leg. Under the away goals rule, if Arsenal can score a goal, then Barcelona will need to score at least four goals to turn the tide!"

"Judging from the pre-match form of both sides, Arsenal players were clearly in better form, leading to a comeback victory against Crystal Palace and their second consecutive league win."

"Barcelona were held to a 2-2 draw by Real Sociedad. Even with Messi scoring two goals, it was not enough, and Umtiti even scored an own goal. They have widened the gap to three points with Real Sociedad!"

Online comments overwhelmingly favor Arsenal.

The main problem is that Barcelona's current state is simply unbelievable.

Betting agencies have also given Barcelona higher odds of winning.

As for this year's Ballon d'Or, Qin Ming has surpassed Cristiano Ronaldo and become the candidate with the lowest odds.

His terrifying goal-scoring efficiency makes it impossible for people to see his limits.

On the evening of April 20, 2017.

An hour before the match started, Camp Nou looked like a volcano about to erupt.

More than 98,000 Barcelona fans covered the entire die-hards stand with a giant tifo.

Their singing was deafening, the melody of "Cant del Barca" echoing repeatedly with an almost religious solemnity and oppressive feeling.

This is not just cheering; it's a form of psychological intimidation, as if forcefully declaring: This is hell, and you have nowhere to escape.

A restless, triumphant energy of revenge permeated the air.

They were all enraged by Arsenal's pre-match poster and that disdainful remark.

Barcelona.

Having achieved the feats of winning six and five titles, their historical heritage is unmatched by Arsenal.

In the players' tunnel.

Qin Ming felt an itch in his palm, as if someone had scratched it, and looked down at the caddie.

"what happened?"

he laughed.

"a little cold."

The little guy shrank his neck.

Barcelona has really gone mad. They pulled a lot of tricks today. The hot water in the away team's locker room was obviously tampered with, and the air conditioning wasn't working well either.

The facilities are also outdated.

Before the match, Qin Ming browsed Spanish media outlets such as Diario Sport and saw articles and comments putting pressure on UEFA.

Puyol: "The atmosphere at Camp Nou is unique, which demands that the referee possess extraordinary personality and experience. He cannot be swayed by the emotions of 90,000 people, nor can he be deceived by the performances of the away team's players. We hope UEFA will appoint a referee who can control the overall situation, someone who understands the essence of Barcelona's football philosophy. Rough fouls from opponents can stifle beautiful football; protecting technically skilled players is the referee's primary responsibility!"

Martino: "Arsenal made a big move in the first leg; they need to protect a talent like Messi!"

Hristo: "I admire that boy; he reminds me of a young Ronaldinho, but he's also picked up some bad habits. You saw in the first leg, he was always going down after contact and was very good at pressuring the referee. Camp Nou fans won't tolerate that. The referee has to see clearly whether he's genuinely fouled or looking for a non-existent penalty or free kick. We want a fair game, not a circus!"

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Barcelona fans were also dissatisfied with the refereeing decisions in the first leg.

Qin Ming just chuckled when he saw it. Platini was about to be imprisoned, how could he have the energy to work hard for Barcelona?
Forget about trying to do the same thing to Arsenal as you did to Chelsea.

No chance.

Having just warmed up before the game, Qin Ming still felt a bit stuffy, so he took off his jacket and draped it over the caddie.

"Don't scare me later."

He said something that left the caddie completely baffled.

The referee nodded in acknowledgment, and Qin Ming followed him out of the tunnel. The moment he appeared...

Shh! ! !
Deafening hisses and whistles assaulted people's ears.

Several laser lights even appeared in the stands.

"Good."

Qin Ming straightened his back more and more, looking like a Barcelona fan lying there without putting up any resistance.

He would find it boring instead.

The atmosphere right now is quite nice.

The caddie's hand twitched slightly, as if he were frightened.

He served as a caddie for Barcelona several times.

Apart from when Cristiano Ronaldo appeared at Camp Nou, I've never seen any other player treated like that by Barcelona fans.

Listen to that piercing hiss; it's enough to swallow you whole.

If it were me, my legs would probably give way before I even started playing football.
Excessive noise can indeed slow down one's thinking.

Holding the team flag and exchanging it with Iniesta, Qin Ming shrugged and smiled as he watched the coin reveal the numbers, saying, "Looks like I'm in luck."

He chose to kick off.

This is Arsenal's habit: when playing against a weaker team, they take the right to choose sides; when playing against a stronger team, they take the kickoff.

They stood in a circle with their teammates on the sidelines.

"A two-goal lead doesn't mean we have to play defensively. Do we still remember our pre-match tactics?"

Before his teammates could answer, Qin Ming said, "Let's seize the initiative and control the tempo at the start, and keep Barcelona on our backs!"

"Alright, three, two, one! Gunman!"

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

A pair of powerful palms faced upwards, then downwards amidst the roars of the eleven men.

Qin Ming stepped onto the court and looked back.

Wenger nodded.

"Forget the noise outside, forget those 90,000 people. They're making noise because they're afraid. They're afraid of us, afraid of our talent, afraid of the strength we showed in the first round."

"Remember our plan. Defend, keep the four lines compact, within 10 meters of each other. When they have the ball, don't be fooled by their lateral passes, mark your men closely, and protect the space behind each other."

These are the words the professor said in the locker room.

"Camp Nou is no longer Arsenal's place of heartbreak; they play even more proactively than Barcelona!"

"The continuous passing and cutting is very fast!"

"Barcelona's midfield setup today was Rakitic, Busquets, and Iniesta, but the latter two were clearly not in good form, and Umtiti was also affected by the own goal!"

"It's over!"

Zhan Jun exclaimed in surprise when he saw Arsenal tear apart Barcelona's midfield defense.

too fast!
It was much faster than he had expected.

Cazorla received the ball and made no adjustments, instead delivering a low, diagonal pass to Qin Ming, who had retreated.

Roberto kept his center of gravity very low.

His forehead was covered in sweat. He was completely outmatched in the first round and was ridiculed by fans.

But he believes he is innocent.

The team's poor midfield defense allowed Qin Ming to frequently face the back line directly.

What can I do?
If you bring out all the full-backs in the world, how many can go one-on-one with Qin Ming?

The character has a rich inner life.

A breathtaking scene unfolded at Camp Nou.

Roberto kept his center of gravity low.

Without a second thought, Qin Ming kicked the ball hard and charged forward!

Roberto wasn't in a hurry.

Behind him was Pique, always ready to assist.

But when he turned around, his face changed in fright.

Pique became known as "Pique Sees Through," but not because he saw through Qin Ming; rather, he was stabbed in the groin by Qin Ming.

Nearly 100,000 people involuntarily held their breath.

boom!
The ball was struck by Qin Ming's left foot, deflected off Ter Stegen's shin, and bounced off the post before going out of play. "The post saved Barcelona!"

"Otherwise, they'll be dragged into the abyss within ten minutes of the start of the match!"

"But what can Barcelona do in the remaining eighty minutes, given how easily Arsenal broke through their defense?"

"Whom should they place their hopes on?"

Paul Dutton is full of confidence.

Before the match, he was wondering if Barcelona would find their form and stage a stunning comeback at Camp Nou.

It looks similar to the first round now.

It's even worse.

"Watch out for the corner kick! Watch out for the corner kick!"

Enrique roared from the sidelines.

It is common knowledge that Arsenal's corner kick tactics have changed since February.

Barcelona players' ability to control the game can only be described as average.

*Thud!* Cazorla's right foot sent the ball spinning past Pique!
Umtiti was still shaken.

He scored the own goal from a corner kick last time.

Suddenly.

A swift figure appeared before him, and he had no time to think before rushing to his rescue.

However, the ball rotates inward, and by the time it reaches the far post of the penalty area, it is already very close to the six-yard box.

Umtiti could only clear the ball from the goal.

"pity!"

Qin Ming failed to get a touch on the ball and noticed that Umtiti's "shot" was slightly off target.

Barcelona fans were terrified.

Two waves of attacks were launched.

Arsenal players have found their form, and Sanchez is playing with great enthusiasm against his former club.

They attacked Alba relentlessly.

Not only that.

His aggressive defense made things very difficult for the veteran Iniesta.

Needless to say, Qin Ming's side was even worse.

He led his teammates in a passing and possession game against Barcelona in midfield.

That's right!

Once upon a time, which team dared to play possession football in midfield against Barcelona at Camp Nou?

Times have changed.

But when Barcelona finally regained possession, they were met with despair as they discovered something else.

Their passing lanes are anticipated and cut off, the ball cannot move smoothly, and everyone's face will be filled with confusion and helplessness.

Barcelona fans stared blankly.

Their football system, which they believed in and relied on for success, appeared slow and fragile in the face of Arsenal's efficient pressing and counter-attacks.

"Kante and Coquelin covered an enormous area, relentlessly disrupting Busquets and Iniesta's passing!"

"Barcelona is playing like Arsenal from a few years ago!"

"The roles have been reversed!"

"Here it comes! Busquets made a passing error, Kante went straight for Qin Ming!"

Before Zhan Jun could finish speaking...

Qin Ming controlled the ball with a flying kick, but before he could make a move, Busquets rushed to his side.

pat!

He bumped into his right elbow like he was trying to scam someone, then covered his face and lay down on the grass.

He covered his face with both hands, but still peeked through a crack.

Seeing the referee call an offensive foul, Qin Ming forced a smile and sneered, "Fine."

You like to pretend, right?
Have you forgotten my nickname? Bundesliga Iron Elbow King, Premier League Elbow Strikeman.
I'll make you lie down in a bit.

Anyway, I won't be suspended if I clear my cards in the semifinals.

Busquets shuddered.

Just a few minutes later, Arsenal cleared the ball from their own half and headed straight for the center circle, where Busquets immediately marked Qin Ming.

He glanced at the referee.

The location is good, directly in front of me, blocking the view completely.

When Qin Ming jumped up to contest the header, he slightly raised his hands to maintain his balance.

Coincidentally.

Busquets' nose bumped into his right elbow, and he just happened to apply a little force.

boom!
Busquets covered his face with his hands this time without leaving any gaps.

It hurt so much that my nose and eyes were running.

Arsenal players immediately surrounded and pushed away the Barcelona players who wanted an explanation.

The speed of the move left the fans speechless.

This must be a repeat offender, how come he's so skilled?

The referee frowned and thought for a moment, but only gave a verbal warning, ignoring Iniesta's request for a card.

After the 30th minute of the match.

Barcelona's play was getting increasingly off track. After Qin Ming drew three defenders on the left wing, No Look Pass passed the ball to Monreal, who was making a run down the right wing.

Monreal made a high-speed run down the wing and crossed the ball.

Pique managed to head the ball away, but it landed at the edge of the penalty area.

Cazorla was about to shoot when he received the ball.

Rakitic rushed to block, but Cazorla faked a shot and passed the ball to the left.

Qin Ming, unmarked, twisted his waist and abdomen as he received the ball!
boom!
The football traced a sharp trajectory, cutting through the air and soaring into the top right corner of the goal!
Camp Nou fell into a brief silence.

Only the away fans in the stands erupted in a frenzy of shouts.

This away goal means Barcelona needs to score four goals to come back from behind.

Arsenal have one foot in the semi-finals.

"Beautiful! Qin curled a shot from his designated area, scoring for Arsenal in the 37th minute of the first half!"

"That was an easy goal!"

"This shows that Arsenal's overall strength has surpassed that of Barcelona!"

"Barcelona, ​​with its luxurious attacking line, neglected the importance of the midfield and defense. Arsenal was the same last season, but after the summer transfer window, Arsenal now has a complete and efficient squad!"

Paul Dutton is praising it to the skies.

On the field, Messi seemed briefly detached; he stood with his hands on his hips, head down, but his eyes were vacant.

The surrounding noise.

Arsenal's celebrations, his teammates' frustration, and the fans' silence all seemed to be separated from him by a layer of glass.

This directly led to him being completely out of sorts.

"Wenger has completely liberated Qin Ming, giving him unlimited freedom in the attacking third!"

"His individual ability completely dismantled Barcelona's already aging defense, drawing two or three defenders away and creating enormous space for his teammates!"

"Just now, in the 62nd minute of the second half, Cazorla advanced to the edge of the penalty area, dribbled past Pique, and scored again with a long-range shot!"

"The victory is secured!"

Zhan Jun clenched his fist.

A suffocating, eerie silence descended upon the Camp Nou stadium.

The stadium, which holds 90,000 people, could only hear the cheers of a few thousand Arsenal fans and the players celebrating.

This silence speaks volumes about disappointment more than any booing.

Starting in the 75th minute of the match, large numbers of fans silently got up and left.

This wasn't an angry departure, but a heartbroken escape from the sight of the departing.

They could not bear to witness their home team being so thoroughly dismantled and humiliated at Camp Nou.

Because Barcelona was completely outmatched.

Beep-beep-beep!
As the final whistle blew, Qin Ming looked at the scoreboard. It was another 2-0 victory, bringing the total to 4-0 over two legs. Barcelona failed to score a single goal.

A pretty good result.

During the post-match handshake, Qin Ming felt genuinely pleased seeing the frustrated expressions on the Barcelona players' faces.

Because Barcelona's dynasty collapsed.

So who's next?
After the handshake ended, Messi was the first to walk quickly back to the locker room. He wanted to escape as soon as possible from the stadium that had brought him countless glories, but now only left him with a disappointing result.

(End of this chapter)