Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 316 We will win the championship in April

"In the Premier League standings, Arsenal leads Tottenham by 18 points, and with only four rounds left in the league, it seems that the embarrassing record of being overtaken by Arsenal in the Premier League standings for 21 years will continue."

"Let me give you a quick fact: since the Wenger era, Tottenham has never finished ahead of Arsenal in the Premier League."

"The last time Tottenham beat Arsenal was back in the 1994-95 season, which is 22 years ago."

"Last season, Tottenham collapsed in the last three rounds of the league, and suffered a humiliating 1-5 defeat to already relegated Newcastle in the last round. In contrast, Arsenal won the Premier League title again after ten years thanks to the signing of Qin Ming."

"Interestingly, two years ago, banners saying 'Wenger out' were everywhere at the Emirates Stadium, but you would never see anything like that at White Hart Lane. There were even Tottenham female fans who held up banners saying 'Marry me, Pochettino.'"

"And now? The Tottenham defectors even used airplanes on match day, just like the Arsenal fans used to do, to trample Pochettino, whom they once idolized, into the mud."

"Will Tottenham win a consolation match in the North London derby at the end of this month, before the season ends, or will Arsenal continue their winning streak and solidify Qin Ming's title as 'Tottenham's nemesis'?"

"Furthermore, if Arsenal can beat Tottenham, with only three rounds left in the league, they will still be 11 points ahead of Chelsea and will be able to clinch the Premier League title early."

"So I think this match will be very interesting."

Sky Sports commentator Scott said this on the show.

On April 30th, White Hart Lane seemed to turn into a pressure cooker, as it was no longer just a simple North London derby, but was imbued with much more meaning.

of course.

The main issue is the fierce rivalry between the two sets of fans.

Arsenal fans held their heads high, noses in the air with pride. They were the defending champions, dominating the season, and possessed Qin Ming, a player who could decide the game at any moment.

So?

Their purpose in coming to White Hart Lane was not just to win, but also to enjoy the ultimate thrill of "celebrating victory at the home of their arch-rivals" and "sweeping the ball past Tottenham's goal."

By April it was all Over-mars!

We will win the championship in April.

Although Chelsea are still trying to keep the league title race alive.

But Arsenal fans still sang it, because all they wanted was for them to beat Tottenham today.

Furthermore, Arsenal fans made banners depicting the "empty Hall of Fame" and "White Hart Lane like a library" and tried every means to bring them into the stadium.

"Last season you could only watch us win the championship on TV!"

"But today is different, you can be here to see us win the championship!"

Arsenal fans, in a frenzy, wandered around, jumping and bouncing in the away stands at White Hart Lane.

Tottenham fans, frustrated, unleashed a torrent of profanities.

Their feelings at that moment were complicated.

Seeing one's arch-rival possess the superstars and Premier League title that one has always dreamed of can turn into immense anger.

But they were also afraid of being humiliated again, or even that Arsenal would win the title early at White Hart Lane.

But the problem now isn't with Chelsea.

Unless they beat Arsenal, the Premier League title will be decided at White Hart Lane.

This is a nightmare that all Tottenham fans can't even imagine.

Because the thing they feared most and could not accept most in their lives was that their arch-rivals Arsenal would celebrate the Premier League title over their corpses at White Hart Lane, their home ground, right under their noses.

This is more humiliating than losing any game.

In the locker room.

"The people next door have prepared champagne, red balloons, and 'Champions' T-shirts. Their headlines are already written! They're not going to celebrate at the Emirates Stadium; they're going to celebrate their victory here, in our home, at White Hart Lane, right in front of us, on our own grass, with their feet on our chests!"

Pochettino's voice was low and filled with suppressed anger.

He felt humiliated like never before when he saw those things before the game.

The Tottenham players' breathing quickened; years of rivalry had turned the two teams into bitter enemies, with no room for reconciliation between them.

If they win the title at the Emirates Stadium, they'll probably do the same.

"Who do they think they are? Who do they think we are?"

Pochettino slammed his fist on the table. "We are Tottenham Hotspur! This stadium, this pitch, is where we shed our blood and sweat! This is where we defeated countless strong opponents! This is where the dreams of countless powerful teams have been buried! This is our home ground!"

"And now, they want to throw a party here? They want to turn this place into their playground? They want our fans, your families, to watch them dance?"

Can you agree to this?

Pochettino glanced over.

"cannot!"

The passion of the Tottenham players was ignited.

"Very well, football isn't important today, technique isn't important! What I want is for you to show the toughest, most fucking game of your careers!"

"From the first minute to the ninetieth minute, I want you to bite, to charge, to steal every ball that's evenly matched! I want every single one of their players to feel pain and fear every time they touch the ball!"

"They have a superstar, yes. But football is a team sport! We will overwhelm him with our collective strength, our anger, and our determination! We will show him that White Hart Lane is not a place for him to run wild!"

Pochettino growled in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the locker room.

The atmosphere in the changing room next door was tense yet exciting.

Wenger stood in the center, hands in his pockets, his expression unusually calm, as if the storm outside did not exist.

He slowly scanned each player with his deep eyes.

He lingered on Qin Ming for a moment, noticing that he also had a slight smile on his face, and nodded in satisfaction.

“I know what’s happening outside. I know what they’re going to say, what their fans are going to chant. I also know that you’re all thinking about that result. The result we’ve been chasing all season, and now it’s just 90 minutes away.”

"But now, I want you to temporarily remove the word 'champion' from your minds."

"Because what we're winning today isn't a celebration, it's a test. A final test of our work throughout the season."

"What is the test? The test is: When the whole world wants you to lose control, can you remain calm? When your opponent tries to ignite the field with anger, can you use your wisdom and skill to control the flames?"

“They will foul you, they will provoke you, they will try to make you forget how to play football and get you into their fight. That’s their plan, and our plan is exactly the opposite.”

Wenger's tone carried an emotion different from usual.

Beautiful football.

This was his lifelong pursuit, and it is also the core of Arsenal.

"Our plan is to play football. Pure, beautiful, deadly football, just like we've been doing all season."

“Remember, the more frantic they are, the bigger the gap behind them. The more emotional they are, the calmer we need to be. Anger drains energy, but technique doesn't. Passion cloud judgment, but wisdom doesn't.”

"Just like before, what I'm proud of you for isn't that you can lift the trophy, but the way you play throughout the season. No matter what the result is today, that won't change."

"But now, go out. Go into that stadium, go into that storm. Don't be swallowed by the noise, become the eye of the storm. The calmest, most powerful center."

“Go and finish your exams. Then, in 90 minutes, we’ll talk about the word ‘celebration’ again.”

Wenger looked at Qin Ming, signaling him to say something.

Qin Ming gripped the captain's armband tightly with his right hand until he felt a noticeable tightening in his upper arm before gathering his teammates together.

He doesn't need to stir up his teammates' emotions today.

why?
Because the external environment has already provided an excess of emotions.

His task is to channel and control these emotions and transform them into composure, focus, and technical execution on the court.

So one slogan is enough.

"Who are we fighting for now?" "Arsenal!"

Hands rose and fell, and the crowd filed out of the locker room.

The players' tunnel was very quiet.

There was no communication between the players from both sides, and the pre-match atmosphere was extremely tense.

Qin Ming glanced at the Tottenham players out of the corner of his eye. Kane was still the same as always. He had heard that the club had given him a raise, but it still didn't match his ability.

He's in the top five of the Premier League's top scorers list, no matter what.

Logically, he should at least be on par with Sanchez, but clearly the Tottenham owner is incredibly stingy.

He frequently brings up honors and dreams.

Son Heung-min had his head down, seemingly lost in thought. Son's career path was quite similar to his own, moving from the Bundesliga to the Premier League.

"CCTV! CCTV! Good evening, viewers."

"We are now broadcasting live the 17th round of the 2016-35 Premier League season!"

Tottenham Hotspur host Arsenal!

"North London Derby!"

"Today, the past head-to-head records between the two teams are no longer relevant, because they will both give their all for their goals!"

Can Arsenal clinch the title with three rounds to spare? Can Tottenham defend White Hart Lane?

Can Qin Ming, Tottenham's nemesis, solidify his reputation?

"Let's wait and see!"

He Wei is really looking forward to today's match.

People who share his ideas are found all over China.

Beep! ! !
With the referee's whistle, the match officially began.

The tense atmosphere before the match turned into a frenzied confrontation.

Neither side probed the other from the start, immediately setting the pace at its fastest.

Tottenham players ran and pressed with all their might.

The purpose was to disrupt Arsenal's passing and possession, while also seeking opportunities for counter-attacks.

The Premier League has a relatively broad range of refereeing standards.

What's more, Oliver is the referee today.

He was nicknamed "Blind Swordsman".

He has a unique understanding of fouls, and he doesn't target any specific team, but always adheres to the "philosophy of balance" when officiating.

So when Tottenham players committed several fouls, the first yellow card was quickly issued.

"Wan Yama received a yellow card after pushing Qin Ming down!"

"It's clear that Oliver's standards are stricter than other referees, which is a good thing for Arsenal!"

"But Tottenham's coordinated pressing system still caused Arsenal a lot of trouble!"

Nearly thirty minutes into the match, Arsenal hadn't found any good opportunities, while Tottenham focused their energy on high pressing.

Courtside.

Pochettino did not look relaxed. A draw meant nothing to Tottenham, as Arsenal had already secured the title.

They want to win!

The intense pressing in the first thirty minutes caused Tottenham's players to experience a significant drop in physical condition.

If the formation moves further forward at this point, it is easy for problems to arise.

Wenger noticed it too, and leaned forward slightly.

"Qin!"

Seizing the opportunity from the throw-in, the strong and powerful Monreal threw the ball forward along the sideline.

Qin Ming, who had moved ahead of time, controlled the ball and positioned himself with his back to Trippier.

That is, David Beckham Jr.

Trippier has decent offensive skills, but his defensive abilities are only average.

Snapped!
By controlling the ball in Trippier's blind spot, Qin Ming seized the opportunity to flick it backward, while turning around using Trippier as the pivot.

"Crotch puncture! Beautiful!"

"Arsenal's chance!"

"Find Cazorla!"

Seeing the Tottenham players rushing towards them, Dier and Alderweireld were clearly prepared to foul.

Qin Ming decisively passed the ball to Cazorla, who was in a safe position.

Find another opening.

Cazorla then made several passes and cuts on the right side, drawing Tottenham's defensive focus away from the defense, before delivering a diagonal pass with the instep of his foot.

The pass looked like a shot and was very fast.

The football sped forward, skimming the grass, grazing Alderweireld's foot, and arrived on the left side of the penalty area.

Qin Ming, who was already lying in ambush nearby, suddenly accelerated.

The ball rolled right in front of him; Lloris, who was on the right side of the goal, adjusted himself a few steps but was still far away.

This can be described as a semi-empty door.

Qin Ming would naturally not let such an easy ball slip by, nor would he imitate Sterling, Lukaku, and others by playing a game of "fun football."

A steady push with the left foot!
Bang! The football flew into the goal, and despite Lloris's diving save, it was too late.

They could only watch helplessly as the football flew into their own goal.

Just like the 2014-15 Europa League, just like the 2015-16 league.

"Goal!!!"

Paul Dutton raised his arms and shouted.

"Qin! Qin! He scored the opening goal for Arsenal in the 30th minute!"

"This goal is very unlike his usual style!"

"But it showed Arsenal's composure; even with the championship trophy within reach, they continued to implement their passing and possession strategy!"

A chorus of boos erupted from White Hart Lane.

In the away stands area, waves of red and white rippled outwards.

Arsenal fans erupted in wild celebration.

Qin Ming, who scored the goal, continued running towards the corner flag area with momentum, and celebrated loudly while holding onto the pole.

Thirty-nine goals in the league!

One goal away from the unprecedented 40 goals in the Premier League!
He's confident he can do it today!
"Qin!"

Arsenal players rushed to Qin Ming's side to celebrate with pride.

(End of this chapter)