Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 318 Five Sons Pass the Imperial Examination at White Deer Lane!

"Viewers, welcome back!"

"We are now broadcasting live the second half of the Premier League Round 35 match between Tottenham Hotspur and Arsenal!"

"Arsenal are currently leading 1-3!"

"If this score holds until the final whistle, Arsenal will clinch the title with three rounds to spare!"

"The match has begun!"

Paul Dutton couldn't hide his anticipation.

Winning the title at the home ground of arch-rivals Tottenham Hotspur is an indescribable feeling.

Just thinking about it makes my head spin.

On the pitch, Pochettino seemed to be on some kind of high, as Tottenham began pressing relentlessly again.

But Arsenal, having played several matches against Atletico Madrid, are not afraid at all.

After all, compared to Simeone and Klopp's high-pressing tactics, Pochettinoti is still a bit inexperienced.

The football was stepped on by Qin Ming.

Looking up, I saw Erickson, Dale, and Trippier blocking my way.

Snapped!
The triangular formation with Monreal, Cazorla, and Morata allowed the ball to move around at their feet.

Arsenal's formation is also advancing slowly.

Pochettino looked grim.

"Arsenal have no intention of holding back; they're going to keep attacking!"

"The progress is slow but steady!"

"Qin! No one can take the ball away from him on the flanks; he's made the most of those tight spaces!"

Paul Dutton exclaimed.

Qin Ming flicked the ball with his right foot and pushed it forward. Just as Terry Peele intercepted the ball, he pulled it back sharply.

Terry Peel poked at nothing.

Before he could adjust and try to steal the ball again, Qin Ming pulled the ball to his left foot.

Snapped!
He swept past Terry Peele with the ball, giving him no chance to foul.

"King!!!"

Arsenal fans in the away stands shouted themselves hoarse.

Alderweireld was prepared for Terry Pierre to be beaten and quickly covered for him.

"Qin makes a triangular pass to the edge of the penalty area!"

"Cazorla took the shot directly, and it was a very high-quality shot!"

"Oh! Lloris made a crucial save, deflecting the ball out of play. Arsenal get a corner on the right!"

"Tottenham have been playing terribly lately! They haven't even been able to cause Arsenal any trouble with their passing and control like they did at the beginning of the game!"

The coach's bench on the sidelines of the court.

Pochettino pulled at his hair, his face contorted in pain; he knew there was a gap between Tottenham and Arsenal.

But I didn't expect it to be this big.

Passing and possession versus pressing are relative tactics in football.

There was no restraint involved; it was purely a matter of whoever performed better would gain the upper hand.

To counter the coordinated pressing tactics you've trained, your opponents need to have excellent teamwork and strong individual player abilities.

Otherwise, things will only get more chaotic from being looted.

Arsenal happened to fit the criteria, and whenever Qin Ming was cornered in a tight space, he could always use his skill to dribble the ball around.

That unpredictable ball control technique was truly disheartening.

Even if he occasionally makes a mistake and gets the ball stolen, there's always Kanter standing behind him, ready to cover for him at any time.

Pochettino glanced at Wenger.

Sure enough, people say that Wenger is terrifying when he has money. Last season, he spent £1.2 million and won the Premier League, Community Shield and EFL Cup titles.

This season, we've spent about the same amount of money again.

What are you planning to take?
"Morata has moved out of the penalty area, and Qin is charging forward from the outside!"

"We managed to grab a little!"

Accompanied by Paul Dutton's commentary.

Qin Ming stared intently at the spinning football, almost riding on Vertonghen's shoulders, but his upper body was already leaning forward severely because his lower body was blocked.

It just made up for the last bit of distance.

Sweat dripped from his black hair, shattering as his forehead collided with the soccer ball!
boom!
The football is like a cannonball in a cannon barrel, propelled by a large amount of gunpowder.

It slammed into the goal with a loud bang.

The Tottenham players in the penalty area were stunned and stared at Qin Ming, who seemed to fly into the air.

A whistling sound rang in my ears.

The next second, the white net was lifted up, like waves on the beach.

Lori maintained the slightly raised hand position.

He remained motionless for a long time.

A moment later, time seemed to resume its flow. Qin Ming almost fell over, but Morata burst out with speed faster than kicking a single blade and rushed over in the blink of an eye to help Qin Ming up and get him down.

"Is Qin alright?"

Morata was extremely nervous.

It was so hard to finally find someone who was as thick as a pillar to rely on.

We absolutely cannot let anything happen.

"fine!"

Qin Ming gave his teammates a reassuring smile and punched the camera hard.

The commentary booth erupted in chaos once again.

"Wow! Qin! A header! He scored with a header against Tottenham, making the score 1-4!"

Arsenal have one foot on the championship podium!

"Will a miracle happen at White Hart Lane? Perhaps in the hearts of Tottenham fans, they can also score three goals in just a few minutes, just like Liverpool did!"

"But you should know that even if it's a draw, Arsenal will already have the title!"

"Moreover, look at the most attractive figure under the spotlight. With his 41 goals in 35 league rounds, which Premier League team dares to say they can come back from a three-goal deficit?"

"no!"

With Paul Dutton's frenetic commentary, the White Hart Lane away stands were in an uproar, the Arsenal's cheers drowning out the complaints and anger of the Tottenham fans.

"Started out the season -nothing stopped us!"

"By April it was all over-mars!"

"England's number one came back a hero!"

Once the season starts, no one can stop us!

We will win the championship in April!

The King of England is about to make a triumphant return!
The deafening chants filled the stadium, while even more Arsenal fans were outside the stadium, in bars, and at home.

Courtside.

Wenger glanced at the electronic scoreboard, as if trying to memorize the score.

Pat Rice grabbed a bottle of water from the shelf, gulped down most of it, and choked, coughing incessantly.

This match was so exciting it made my mouth dry and my blood boil.

He wished he could be forty years younger so he could experience it firsthand on the court.

However, winning the championship at White Hart Lane in my lifetime is worth it!

On the right side of the away stand, Arsenal's youth teams at all levels had secured tickets to the match.

Saka's eyes gleamed.

Two seasons ago, Qin Ming became an idol for Wolfsburg's youth academy players; now he has become the dream of Arsenal's youth academy players as well.

The little ones get excited every time they see the graffiti on the wall.

Saka recalled Qin Ming's teachings that night. He had now transformed from a full-back into a winger, and his weaker foot was much better than before.

When will he be able to join the first team and fight alongside Qin Ming?
Saka knows he still has shortcomings, but he will achieve them one day.

"I will definitely be better than Morata in the future!"

Nketiah, a youth academy player from the same batch as Saka, clenched his fist.

"Do you really think Morata is as bad as the fans say, and can only get a starting position by riding on Qin's coattails?"

The blond-haired Smith Rowe curled his lip, full of disdain for his teammate's idea, "Just now, he dropped back from inside the penalty area, drawing three defenders into his position. I dare say there aren't many players in the entire Premier League who can do that!"

Saka nodded in agreement.

The more they pursue football, the more they feel the gap.

Morata is the same.

What about Qin Ming?
It seems the saying will truly hold true: if you don't play football, seeing me is like a frog in a well seeing the moon; but once you start playing, seeing me is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky. Several youth training players silently made up their minds as they looked at the field.

We need to work harder.

When the match restarted, Wenger frowned.

Tottenham seemed to be in a "what's the worst that could happen" attitude, showing no mercy to the Arsenal players.

Even the two defensive midfielders who already had yellow cards were in the same situation.

If this results in player injuries, even if the Premier League title is won early, it will still be a loss if it affects the Champions League semi-finals.

He is already considering whether to substitute Qin Ming and several other key players ahead of schedule.

When Cazorla's foot was stepped on, he immediately fell to the ground, clutching his foot and rolling around, screaming loudly.

The referee immediately showed Wanyama a yellow card and then pulled a red card out of his back pocket.

Show it!

"Please leave the stadium immediately!"

Oliver spoke politely, but his tone was anything but friendly.

You clearly understand the penalty standards, yet you still dare to commit such a foul right in front of me. Do you not respect me at all?

Qin Ming watched quietly from the side, then looked down and noticed Cazorla blinking.

Oh.

Understood.

He felt the referee's decision was reasonable, so he stopped stirring up trouble.

Wan Yama snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He had long felt he couldn't continue playing; Arsenal were beating him in his own half, and he couldn't even foul them.

Wrong!

He waved his hand dismissively, ignoring Pochettino, and headed straight for the players' tunnel.

Pochettino was also surprised; he had held considerable authority at Tottenham for so many years.

But the Tottenham players today felt unfamiliar to him.

Could it be that Arsenal has really broken him down? He thought about it and could only sigh helplessly.

"The camera panned to the Tottenham fans in the stands, their eyes red and their faces blank, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing."

"One to four!"

"This matches the biggest gap between Tottenham and Arsenal in the 2011-12 season! In that match, goals from Saha and Adebayor gave Tottenham a 2-0 lead!"

"But goals from Sagna, Van Persie, Rosicky, and Walcott led to a stunning comeback, with Arsenal winning 5-2 and finishing the season one point ahead of Tottenham in third place!"

"Tottenham finished fourth in the Premier League that season, which would normally qualify them for the Champions League play-offs. However, Chelsea's unexpected Champions League victory caused Tottenham to ultimately lose their Champions League qualification!"

Paul Dutton recounted them in great detail.

But he felt the game wouldn't end there, and the score wouldn't remain at 1-4.

The internet is buzzing with news about this match.
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Arsenal are on fire!
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[After so many years of grudges, now that we've got the chance, we're definitely going to go all out!]
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Qin Ming is invincible! A hat trick!
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[Let's have a quadruple win!]
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[Tottenham should actually be thankful; if something like this had happened mid-season, their remaining schedule would likely have collapsed.]
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[Send Tottenham Hotspur 7UP for a drink!]
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Chelsea fans are at their wits' end, actually hoping Tottenham will stop Arsenal.
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Arsenal are aiming to defend their Premier League title.
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[Go, go, go! 】

After Harry Kane kicked off like a zombie.

The Tottenham players' fighting spirit plummeted. In the 72nd minute of the match, Son Heung-min made a desperate breakthrough on the wing, and his cross deflected off Van Dijk and into the center of the penalty area.

Harry Kane's volley went wide.

Having missed their chance, Tottenham's defense was under immense pressure, and they all wished time would pass faster.

Qin Ming led his teammates in a relentless assault.

After several seasons of experience, he saw the signs in the first half.

Pochettino wanted to take the initiative by using an unbalanced formation and a proactive pressing style, and Tottenham actually succeeded. However, the large expenditure of energy in the first 30 minutes only resulted in one goal, which seemed too inefficient.

In their own attack, Tottenham's defensive problems were evident everywhere.

Even in the first two goals conceded before the game's balance was broken, Tottenham's vulnerability in front of the penalty area was very obvious, which is unacceptable for a Tottenham team fielding a five-man midfield.

Once the balance of the game is broken, the match will likely go to extremes. However, with an inefficient attack and a leaky defense, Arsenal will have a better chance of controlling the game.

Qin Ming had already foreseen the final outcome.

If he could see it, Wenger and Pochettino certainly could too; their expressions on the sidelines were quite different.

"Come again!"

Sanchez's long-range shot hit Vertonghen, and Qin Ming followed up with a shot that missed the target.

This had absolutely no impact.

Tottenham players huddled together in their cramped backfield, squeezing themselves into a turtle shell.

Qin Ming took two steps and then decided not to go any further.

After Wanyama was sent off, he frequently ran towards the middle, and Tottenham, who were outnumbered, couldn't spare the energy to target him specifically.

He veered to the right and brushed past Dell.

He assumed a textbook shooting stance, his left foot firmly planted like a steel bar, while his right leg swung up and then landed.

It exploded with a whooshing sound!

Bang! The football, with unstoppable momentum, slammed against the underside of the crossbar and bounced into the goal in the despairing eyes of Tottenham fans.

"Another goal! One to five!"

"Big Four!"

"Qin Ming scored four goals against Tottenham in this match, proving his nickname 'Tottenham's nemesis' is absolutely true!"

"Arsenal have also set a new record for the biggest scoreline against Tottenham in Premier League history!"

"On the evening of April 30th, the sunset over White Hart Lane was like blood!"

Zhan Jun imagined Manchester United beating Liverpool 5-1 and winning the title early at Anfield, and couldn't help but shudder.

too frightening.

Let the Tottenham fans handle this.

The camera panned to the stands, where younger Tottenham fans were sobbing uncontrollably, burying their heads in their parents' arms.

Childhood trauma!

This scene will stay with them for a long time.

Arsenal fans cheered and threw their hats off the pitch.

Who said April was bad?
April couldn't be better!
Arsenal used to start collapsing in April, but now they start to pick up the pace in April.

"Score one more!"

"Score one more!"

Amidst the cheers of Arsenal fans, large sections of the other stands were empty as Tottenham fans, unwilling to watch any longer, left early.

Arsenal on the pitch haven't given up on their attack.

Qin Ming was still thinking about becoming the first player in the Premier League to score five goals, and his teammates knew what he was thinking, so they all put in their best effort to penetrate the penalty area.

"what!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out as Morata fell inside the penalty area, next to the disoriented Vertonghen.

Morata had been ramming him.

Already in a fit of anger, Vertonghen gave Morag a shove, and to everyone's surprise, Morag collapsed.

The referee saw it fairly clearly.

Vertonghen made a pushing motion, and the corner kick hadn't been taken yet.
He pointed to yard 12!
In addition, Vertonghen received a red card and was sent off.

Tottenham have only nine players left on the field.

A series of mournful cries erupted at White Hart Lane, and the remaining Tottenham fans could no longer bear to watch.

Morata proudly handed the ball to Qin Ming.

He only started running when he heard the whistle, without even raising his head, and resolutely kicked to the left.

Guess it right!
Before Lorry's joy could last even half a second, he discovered that Qin Ming's shot was powerful, fast, and had a tricky angle.

Didn't pounce.

1-6! ! !

The electronic scoreboard at White Hart Lane, facing away from the setting sun, looked as if it had been painted with a thick layer of blood.

With this penalty kick taken, there's very little time left.

The referee didn't give much stoppage time.

But who knew that Sanchez would dribble past three players on the right wing, although his shot hit the post.

But Morata, facing a cross from above, scored on the rebound.

1-7!

Tottenham Hotspur have tasted the flavor of 7 Up.

Beep-beep-beep!
The final whistle blew shortly afterward.

But the real celebration had just begun as Arsenal secured the Premier League title ahead of schedule, with Qin Ming scoring his 43rd league goal.

(End of this chapter)