Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 317 The Massacre at White Hart Lane

"The game has restarted, and Tottenham are launching a fierce counterattack, as are Arsenal, who are eager to capitalize on their momentum and extend their lead!"

"The competition has entered a heated phase!"

"The pace of attack and defense transitions in midfield is too fast, Arsenal has a chance!"

Paul Dutton was almost breathless watching.

On the pitch, Arsenal suddenly changed tactics. Cazorla delivered a lobbed pass with his left foot, Morata headed the ball to Qin Ming, and Qin Ming dribbled to the edge of the box before unleashing a powerful shot.

boom!
Lloris reacted quickly to save the ball, and Sanchez followed up with a shot.

But it still hit Lloris's calf and bounced out of bounds.

"Sanchez! What a pity! Lloris made a brilliant save!"

"Vertonghen gets the corner kick!"

"Tottenham's counter-attack!"

Deafening cheers erupted at White Hart Lane.

Dier chested the ball down without adjusting, then volleyed a long pass to find Eriksen making a quick forward run.

Kanté's two short legs were like wheels of fire.

His excellent defensive awareness allowed him to spot Eriksen early and make a sudden run from his blind spot to deliver a tackle.

Snapped!
But Eriksen is no pushover either; as Tottenham's midfield maestro, he also possesses excellent vision.

Moreover, there was Alibaba's loud reminder.

Before Kante could make a move, he slapped the ball across the box with a sharp crack, and Alli took the ball and looked up to observe.

Harry Kane, who was making his forward run, quickly looked around.

That annoying Van Dijk was right next to me, but I wasn't offside, so I could have easily asked for the ball.

After he made the gesture, Ali passed the ball decisively.

boom!
The sound of a solid physical struggle rang out, and Van Dijk staggered back a couple of steps, only to see Harry Kane use his stumble to dribble forward and into the penalty area.

problem occurs!
"Harry Kane! No fancy feints, just a direct shot!"

"Cech!"

"Missed it! Goal!"

"Beautiful! Harry Kane has equalized for Tottenham. The second-highest scorer in the Premier League has responded in his own way just five minutes after Qin's goal!"

Tottenham's official commentator, Scart, celebrated excitedly.

The decibel level at White Hart Lane suddenly increased, producing a roaring noise like an airplane taking off.

The stands were transformed into a sea of ​​white.

Harry Kane did not celebrate the goal; instead, he rushed into the goal, picked up the ball, and waved for his teammates to return.

draw?

This makes no sense for Tottenham.

Arsenal can still win the title; all they need to do is win and get three points!

Let's prevent Arsenal from clinching the title at White Hart Lane!

"White Hart Lane is not their playground!"

Harry Kane placed the ball in the center circle and shouted.

Not far away, Qin Ming rubbed his ear, patted Cazorla and said, "We need to improve our possession rate. As long as we can withstand this pressure for 30 minutes, the rest of the time will be ours."

Tottenham's pressing made it difficult for their midfielders to get the ball out of the box.

So where are Tottenham's weaknesses?

Full-back.

Because Tottenham's high pressing requires the full-backs to push forward, there will inevitably be a large gap behind the full-backs.

But here's the problem: with two sides, which one should we focus our attack on?

Qin Ming pointed at Trippier, which sent a chill down the guy's spine.

“I’m in pretty good shape, but Bellerin is clearly struggling against Son Heung-min.”

Qin Ming explained.

"Alright! We were originally planning to focus our attack on the left flank anyway, Ngolo, remember to cover Qin's defense."

Cazorla looked at Kanté and said.

Kanté nodded vigorously. His greatest strength was defense, and his coverage area was enormous, allowing Qin Ming to focus solely on offense.

Qin Ming walked to the center circle to kick off.

The camera panned to the sidelines, where Pochettino, still caught up in his excitement, kept waving his hands to signal for a stronger press in the midfield and attacking third.

They need to establish an advantage before the end of the first half.

On the other side, Wenger walked around in place a few times before stopping and gazing at the pitch.

Tottenham's comeback was expected.

He was prepared to concede a goal to Tottenham, but the most crucial thing was to disrupt Tottenham's rhythm and quickly exploit the weaknesses in their pressing.

"Dell committed another foul, let's see how Oliver calls it?"

"Oh? He showed a yellow card, another yellow card! Now both of Tottenham's defensive midfielders have yellow cards, which will definitely have an impact on Tottenham!"

"And it won't be small!"

Indeed, that was the case. Cazorla got up from the ground and raised an eyebrow at Qin Ming.

He did it on purpose.

Qin Ming made a quick forward run on the left, leaving Tottenham's left flank vulnerable, and he deliberately lingered in that area.

Sure enough, after controlling the ball for a while, he was brought down by Dell.

"Black whistle!"

"Guaranteed to be the champion!"

Tottenham fans started shouting, arguing that given the intensity of the Premier League, such a foul shouldn't warrant a yellow card; at most, it would just be a verbal warning.

But Tottenham fans overlooked one thing.

By the 30th minute of the match, Tottenham had committed more than eight fouls, so it was understandable that Oliver tightened his grip.

"Great location, I'll take it."

Qin Ming squinted at the goal, estimating it to be about 27 meters away, a perfect shot for him.

He stood on the right side of the football.

Lori, standing at the door, was on edge.

This stance suggests the right foot should be on the ground, so there's a high probability the kick will land in the top right corner.

However, Qin Ming had previously used his footwork to forcefully kick the top left corner.

"A little more to the left!"

Lori directed the movement of the human wall with precision down to the centimeter.

Thus.

Kicking the top left corner is very difficult, and you don't need to be too close to the edge.

Qin Ming tapped his toes on the ground.

Only after feeling the shoe upper press firmly against the instep did I look over the wall at the goal.

Beep! ! !
The moment the audience saw Qin Ming's running trajectory, the entire stadium gaped in astonishment.

This is not the running path of the right foot!

"call!"

Qin Ming slammed his right foot into the grass on the right side of the football.

The outside of his left foot sliced ​​through the air like a knife!
boom!
The sound of cleats rubbing against the football ignited the passion of Arsenal fans.

The football whistled through the air, tracing a sharp, inward arc!
Lloris reacted quickly and positioned himself well, diving to his side to make the save.

But the curve was still turning.

Originally heading towards the left side of the goal, it subtly changed its trajectory and went straight into the top left corner!

Ten cents!
Lloris, suspended in mid-air, could only watch helplessly as the ball blasted into the goal.

They got in again!

Lori felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

In the 2014-15 Europa League season, Kyle Walker was outmaneuvered in the penalty area, which also cemented his place in the annals of shame.

Last season, he was even defeated twice by Qin Ming.

"incredible!"

"Qin Ming's free kick with the outside of his foot made a sharp curve in mid-air!"

"It's like violating the laws of physics!"

"too frightening!"

"A free-kick master who is equally adept with both feet, plus a superb outside-of-the-foot technique!"

"Who would dare to foul him within his shooting range from now on?"

"In the 36th minute of the match, Arsenal scored again, regaining the lead over Tottenham!"

Zhan Jun exclaimed in surprise.

On the pitch, Qin Ming was surrounded by his teammates who rushed over. Bellerin and several other Arsenal youth players couldn't hide their excitement.

It must be so great for them to beat Tottenham and win the title early!

So when Tottenham scored a goal, they were a little flustered.

But who can blame them when their teammate is Qin Ming?
"Qin! That free kick was absolutely amazing! He would never have expected you to use the outside of your foot!" Cazorla gave a thumbs up.

Both feet are balanced and the outer instep is a deadly weapon, but Qin Ming is proficient in both.

This arsenal is incredibly rich.

"Qin, you just scored your 40th league goal!"

Morata's teammates only realized what had happened after he finished speaking; their captain had made history!
"Keep going!"

Qin Ming had no intention of letting the matter end there.

Forty balls?
A new historical record, but only in the Premier League; his ambitions have long since soared to the sky, aiming to break records in the top five leagues.

The Tottenham players' wall was crooked and disorganized, while Lloris lay on the grass sighing.

Sometimes it's not your own mistake that leads to a goal.

They can only do so because their opponents are strong; what else can they do?
"Press the ball in the attacking third better, and don't let them advance."

Harry Kane clenched his fist.

His relationship with Qin Ming was fairly good, but because of the grudges between the clubs, they were often compared.

It's impossible to say that I don't care.

No outstanding young player can accept being constantly outmatched by their opponents.

Son Heung-min, standing next to him, also had his head down.

Harry Kane can still be compared to Qin Ming, but he himself has long been forgotten by the fans.

They're not players of the same caliber anymore.

But they certainly couldn't give up easily in today's game, and the Tottenham players quickly composed themselves.

Keep going!
Courtside.

"I should have held on for a while, recovered my strength, and then pressed forward. Now we're on the defensive again."

Before he could finish speaking, Pochettino slammed his fist on the chair, then walked to the control area and shouted, "Steady up the pace, don't foul unnecessarily!"

The players on the bench were also getting anxious.

We will not let Arsenal succeed today. Winning the title at their home ground would be the most humiliating moment in the club's history.

The Hall of Fame was empty and there was nothing there.

There are plenty of teams that don't win the championship, but it would be terrible if our arch-rivals won it by stepping on our faces.

That's incredibly embarrassing.

the other side.

"The next game will be easier and easier; Tottenham has lost the initiative."

The weather in London was nice at the end of April, and Wenger was still wearing a black suit and Arsenal red tie.

"Indeed! The first half is almost over, and we—"

Before Pat Rice could finish speaking, his eyes lit up like light bulbs.

Because he saw Qin Ming get the ball.

Arsenal, as always, disrupted Tottenham's defense with sudden changes in tactics.

Then we'll look for opportunities to move forward.

The impact of the yellow cards on the backs of the two defensive midfielders became tangible at this moment.

Qin Ming cut inside, first brushing past Dale, then gently hooked his right foot, sending a chill down Wan Yama's groin.

Wan Yama's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

I dare not reach out!
If such a favorable opportunity is violated, it will most likely result in a yellow card.

Moreover, the referee's standards are rather low.

Then he would have to go from two yellow cards to a red card, becoming the scapegoat for the team.

When the game is lost, the blame will definitely be placed on him.

Vertonghen cursed under his breath and quickly stepped forward.

But he didn't notice behind him that Sanchez had swept past Ben Davis and dashed into the penalty area like an assassin.

Qin Ming used his calf muscles to push gently.

Snapped!
The ball arrived at Sanchez at the perfect moment.

"Sanchez! He has a chance?"

"coming!"

"Shoot!"

Sanchez opted for a direct shot, giving Lloris no time to get close.

Something unexpected happened.

The football slipped through the gap between Lloris's hands and plunged into Tottenham's goal.

White Hart Lane experienced a brief silence.

Tottenham fans were swaying, unable to accept the reality before them.

Pochettino's gaze was blank.

Wenger raised his right fist.

GOAL!!!

The electronic scoreboard is an emotionless machine; it faithfully changes the score from 1-2 to 1-3 after a goal is scored!

This ruthlessly proclaimed the truth.

There were many different opinions in the commentary booth, but they were all shouting.

"Another goal!"

"Sanchez! Fifth in the Premier League top scorer list, he scored the fourth goal of the match before the end of the first half!"

"Tottenham's two defensive midfielders were outmaneuvered by Qin Ming, who then delivered a precise through ball!"

"He was involved in all three of Arsenal's goals!"

"Incredible!"

"He controlled the entire game in today's North London derby!"

Arsenal are just 45 minutes away from their 15th league title!

Paul Dutton shouted himself hoarse.

On the field, Sanchez circled around and hugged Qin Ming tightly.

"not bad!"

Qin Ming lifted Sanchez up in one go. Luckily, he had added strength training this year, otherwise Sanchez would have been quite sturdy.

Otherwise, how could his thighs be slightly thinner than Carlos's?
"We can't be careless! And no one is allowed to take out and open the champagne in the cabinet!"

Morata kept rambling on beside him.

There was no other way; he usually watched football documentaries in his spare time, and he watched "Istanbul Nights" many times.

He doesn't want to replicate Milan's story.

Otherwise, even if they win the Premier League title in the end, they will definitely become a laughing stock, at least Tottenham fans will laugh at them.

"rest assured!"

Qin Ming also saw Monreal, Bellerin and a few other guys carrying champagne.

But I doubt anyone would dare to turn it on during halftime.

Otherwise, if I go up there myself, I'll be in for a big beating, and I guarantee no one will dare to let their guard down.

The Tottenham players were feeling dizzy and disoriented.

How did they concede another goal? Arsenal, leading by two goals, are desperate to turn the tide and win.

At least three goals need to be scored.

Can they do it?

Pochettino felt helpless, but he couldn't think of a good solution.

The referee tightened his officiating, which greatly reduced the effectiveness of his fouling tactics.

Moreover, trying to stop Qin Ming by fouling him would probably take us back to the last century, to the era of the Italian Serie A mini-World Cup.

The only way to work would be to use the same tactics as those used against Maradona.
Beep!
The referee soon blew the whistle, ending the first half of the match.

Arsenal 3-1 Tottenham!

White Hart Lane stadium is a melting pot of life experiences, with some rejoicing and others grieving.

Qin Ming walked to the sidelines, gave the professor a high-five, waved to the away stands, and then disappeared into the players' tunnel.

"Should we defend when we're leading by two goals?"

"The answer is no. Our defense is about ball control, which in a sense is also offense."

"A 3-1 scoreline is not secure. Tottenham will only play worse in the second half. We need to find opportunities to force them to commit fouls, and ideally send one or two players off."

"I think we can score more goals than we did in the first half."

Wenger's usually easygoing gaze has become sharp.

North London Derby!
He knew exactly what the fans wanted, so he delivered a high-scoring victory, making the sunset at White Hart Lane even redder.

Qin Ming chatted and laughed with his teammates.

Bellerin was about to open the cabinet when Morata glared at him, and he chuckled awkwardly before giving up.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Qin Ming slapped his thigh hard, stood up and said to his teammates, "Let's give Tottenham a memorable match!"

(End of this chapter)