Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 326 Long Sword Drawn
The Stade de la Alpi erupted in a deafening roar of cheers.

The hysterical chants of Juventus fans went from hell to heaven in an instant, and their away goal at the Emirates Stadium played a crucial role at that moment.

If this score holds, they will advance to the Champions League final.

There is a chance to make up for the regret of two years ago.

On the pitch, Dybala scores a goal with a V-sign, his signature celebration.

His Juventus teammates cheered and jumped for joy beside him.

"mine."

Cazorla rubbed his hair in frustration; he hadn't looked closely before catching the ball.

This oversight led to the goal being scored.

"It's okay. We've been scoring first for the past few months, and it's been a long time since we've experienced a comeback."

Qin Ming patted Cazorla on the shoulder to comfort him.

The current Arsenal is not the Arsenal of the past; they are basically unable to come back from behind, and their performance has gotten worse over time.

They are gunmen who have been through both victory and defeat.

"come on! Come on!"

Qin Ming took the ball from Cech and quickly ran to the center circle to prepare for the kickoff.

Arsenal players lined up behind him.

The camera panned to the sidelines, where Allegri couldn't hide his excitement as he pumped his fist, and Bonucci in the stands did the same.

"It seems you still have a chance to make amends for your mistake."

Alessandro Lución, Bonucci's agent, said with a smile.

Then I glanced at the next room.

Jonathan Barnett is now a rising star in the England agent scene, seemingly surpassing Mino Raiola and closing in on Jorge Mendes' influence.

Last season, his agency helped its players secure contracts worth €11.66 billion.

What concept?
Commissions exceeded 100 million.

What they lack most right now is that their players don't have any outstanding individual accolades.

For example, the Golden Globe Awards.

"It seems his idea won't be realized this year either."

Alessandro Lucci chuckled.

Qin Ming's stats this season are indeed impressive, and he has basically secured the European Golden Boot award, but if he doesn't win the Champions League...

The outcome of the Golden Globe Award remains uncertain.

Jonathan Barnett noticed Alessandro Lucia's gaze but didn't respond, continuing to sit calmly on the bench.

"You have that much confidence in Qin?"

"A middle-aged man next to Jonathan Barnett asked."

What were you thinking when you awarded him the Golden Boy Award last year?

Jonathan Barnett crossed his legs and turned his head to look at the editor-in-chief of Tuttosport.

Raymond pondered for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Only time can stop him."

"Yes."

Jonathan Barnett snapped his fingers. "If you were his agent, you'd understand what I mean."

on the field.

After scoring, Juventus did not retreat recklessly, but instead concentrated their forces in midfield.

Disrupted Arsenal's passing and possession.

Based on the experience of Arsenal's previous opponents, mindlessly parking the bus is pointless; Arsenal has too many ways to break down the bus.

Set pieces, long shots, passing and cutting, and headers, etc.

Rather than being passive, be proactive.

"Juventus' defense is far superior to Barcelona's; you could even say they're not in the same league!"

"Although Bonucci is suspended, I think Benatia's performance today deserves a high score!"

"Arsenal are likely to be dragged down by Juventus!"

Del Piero was speaking eloquently in the Sky Sports broadcast room.

Henry, who was sitting next to him and was also an invited guest, was staring at the screen in silence.

Suddenly his brow twitched.

Arsenal showed no impatience, letting the ball flow smoothly through their feet and creating space to move forward.

Gustavo has the ball.

His experience at Bayern Munich distinguished him from players like Coquelin and Kanté, giving him a remarkable level of organizational skills.

He sidestepped Mandzukic's pressing and held his own against him.

Forwarded again.

Football came to Sanchez's feet, and he spent several years at Udinese, frequently playing against Juventus.

His short but powerful body held Marchisio back.

Slide it inwards smoothly.

"nice shot!"

"Morata drops back to receive the pass, Sanchez can pass!"

"Why was it sent back to Cazorla?"

Because Chiellini moved inside to the center, forming a solid defensive line with Benatia and Barzagli.

Passing it to Morata wouldn't help.

Arsenal's sharpest weapon is not on the right flank, nor in the middle, but on the left!

The sword hidden behind Khedira's shadow was drawn!

Cazorla's diagonal pass arrived neither a second too early nor a second too late, giving Qin Ming a feeling reminiscent of De Bruyne.

Khedira turned around very quickly.

The incredible core strength that makes female models swoon is on full display at this moment.

They pressed close.

Khedira will try to push Qin Ming to the wing, and then coordinate with Alves to intercept the ball.

Alarm bells rang in Alves' mind.

This scene looks so familiar. He did the same thing in the first round, and what happened?

"careful!"

The moment Khedira approached, a tiny gap appeared between her legs.

It got bigger.

Qin Ming simultaneously slowed down and came to an abrupt stop, then gently pushed off with his right foot!
In the blink of an eye, the football mischievously slipped out from between Khedira's legs.

Qin Ming suddenly stopped and flashed to the side, chasing after the football. Alves cursed Khedira countless times in his heart.

He's still as stupid as he was at Real Madrid!

No wonder Ancelotti dropped him and he's stuck on the bench.

"It's over!"

"He's turned groin-piercing into a passive skill?"

"exaggerate!"

The away stands were ablaze with red and white cheers, while the Arsenal players leaned slightly forward, their hands hanging at their sides, ready to raise them at any moment.

Wenger narrowed his eyes.

Allegri gripped the water bottle tightly, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

What you fear most is what comes to pass.

I had already told Khedira not to make any rash moves against Qin Ming.

Fortunately, Alves was clever enough to block Qin Ming's advance route, and the defense remained intact.

The next second, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Qin Ming changed direction to the right, and Alves got close, but it was like running into a tripwire. He lost his balance and fell headfirst.

"hiss!"

Qin Ming gasped, a sharp pain shooting through the back of his thigh.

Hazard's tripping technique shouldn't be used carelessly.

Juventus gave him no time to recover from the pain; almost the instant Alves fell, Benatia stepped up to protect him.

"Don't fucking stick your foot out!"

Allegri's eyes widened in fury at Benatia's actions.

My heart jumped into my throat.

*Snap!* The sound seemed to echo across the Alpi Stadium the instant Qin Ming received the ball and flicked it to the right.

Benatia, on whom high hopes were placed, stumbled upon nothing.

When he turned around to chase after him, Qin Ming was already far away.

That unstoppable figure was now separated from the goal by only one final obstacle. "Whoosh!"

The chocolate-scented air of Turin was inhaled into my chest.

Qin Ming's body seemed to become burning hot. He looked up and met Chiellini's gaze, his body swaying almost imperceptibly.

The novice wouldn't notice.

A gathering of experts.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of Juventus fans, Chiellini stood frozen in place, watching Qin Ming pass by.

are you crazy?
Juventus fans were roaring in their hearts.

Qin Ming caught a glimpse of Barzagli chasing back out of the corner of his eye. His shot to the far corner would most likely be blocked, so he decided to gamble on Buffon getting old!

Thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second.

It could also be described as a subconscious reaction; Qin Ming adjusted his footwork and swung his right leg to shoot!

Not the far corner?

Buffon fell to the ground at the last second, but he felt no sensation in his body, which made him realize something was wrong.

Look back.

The football is already in the goal.

Allegri's anxiety finally died.

1-1! ! !

His thrilling solo run from the left flank to the right flank silenced the Stadio delle Alpi.

After a while.

"Yeah!!!"

Arsenal fans raised their hands high at their sides, accompanied by their hysterical roars.

The strongest shield in football?

Useless!

"Khedira, Alves, Benatia, Chiellini! He's beaten four players in a row!"

"Qin Ming! He ran wildly in Juventus' half, he pulled Arsenal from hell back to heaven, and kicked Juventus from heaven back to hell!"

"The final score is three to two!"

"Arsenal have scored a golden away goal!"

"Juventus must score two goals to advance; scoring only one goal will only send the game into extra time!"

He Wei shouted emotionally.

A lone rider charging through obstacles with overwhelming momentum, a young man chasing the wind at lightning speed.

It seemed as if time itself stood still, as people cheered and applauded for him.

Sky Sports Broadcasting Room.

Piero's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.

Once hailed as Baggio's successor, he helped Juventus win the Champions League title in his first appearance for the club.

The era he lived in was the most glorious period of Serie A.

Having seen countless superstars, seeing Qin Ming today feels like stepping back in time.

"It has to be Qin!"

"Juventus' defense is not like reinforced concrete in front of him!"

"It's like a piece of paper!"

Henry's experience at Juventus was not pleasant; Lippi used him as a center forward, while Ancelotti was a bit better.

However, Juventus manager Moggi's disrespect for him directly led to his move to Arsenal.

After celebrating in the corner area, Qin Ming looked back at the four players he had dribbled past and then let out a carefree smile.

Juventus's defensive line built in midfield is designed to give him continuous opportunities to break through.

Because the space is too large and the defensive density is low, the first player gets beaten, and the other players are slow to cover.

However, it was precisely because they built their defense in midfield that Arsenal were unable to advance smoothly.

It can be said that this is both their strength and their weakness.

Now the initiative is back in Arsenal's hands. After high-fiving Cazorla, Qin Ming smiled and said, "The game is about to get into our rhythm."

"Let's hold on for the first half, there's not much time left."

Upon hearing Cazorla's words, Qin Ming looked up at the scoreboard; the match had reached the 44th minute.

not far away.

Inside the Juventus penalty area, Buffon sat on the grass. There had been a bit too much water sprayed today, and his bottom felt cold, just like his heart.

If it were me ten years ago, I definitely could have blocked it.

Could it be that he's destined to miss out on the Champions League title? He knows this season might be his last chance, and as he gets older, the Champions League title will become increasingly distant.

Not everyone can lift the Champions League trophy at the end of their career like Maldini did.

"Is it so fierce?"

Khedira was a little embarrassed.

"They should have committed the foul long ago."

Alves sighed.

Marchisio picked up the ball from inside the goal and threw it to Higuain, telling him to hurry up and kick off.

No matter how strong Qin Ming is.

Having come this far, no one can give up, and no one's fighting spirit can be destroyed.

The game starts again.

"Arsenal and Juventus each have their own advantages in terms of tactical systems, overall defensive quality, counter-attacking options, attacking levels, and flexibility in switching between positional and defensive tactics!"

"But as Wenger mentioned before the match, Qin Ming proved one thing with his individual ability: there are always people in the world of football who can turn the tide!"

"This is the true meaning of being a superstar!"

Henry reminisced about his glorious days at Highbury Stadium.

Beep!
The referee soon blew his whistle.

The Juventus fans in the stands were still chanting. In fact, Juventus and Arsenal are quite similar in some ways.

What happened to Juventus, a European powerhouse, in 2006 was like a high-achieving, wealthy, and successful man at the peak of his career, enjoying great success, but then a sudden change occurred, and everything he had before collapsed, leaving him with nothing.

However, Juventus' return to Serie A was not so simple, just like life itself. They finished seventh for years, losing to everyone they faced. They even lost to Fulham in the Europa League. It was as if they were starting from scratch and fighting again, and they were ridiculed and belittled by everyone.

But the desire for the championship and the yearning for success have always remained in my heart.

Such teams and fans exist regardless of whether they succeed or not.

In short: Since you've chosen the distant horizon, just brave the wind and rain to reach it.

"With 45 minutes left in the game, we are currently leading Juventus."

"But I think it's better to forget about this goal. When we had the lead, we seemed to become timid and subconsciously chose the safer way to handle the ball."

"It's not that this is wrong, but it's our style. We've been playing a different way since the beginning of the season."

The professor leaned against the table in the middle of the locker room and said.

He knew that Arsenal had been eliminated in the semi-finals last season, so it was normal for the players to be cautious.

But it was still what he wanted to express.

We must not give up on ourselves because of pressure, making beautiful football boring.

"Correct."

Qin Ming picked up the thread and said, "At first I also thought we should be careful, but after a few tries I found that they don't seem as strong as I expected. I can create an advantage on the flanks and spread it to you."

"Let's just play the way we always have, put the score aside and enjoy the game."

There are many metaphysical interpretations of football, such as war in peacetime and football being more important than life and death.

These interpretations are also fine.

It is a reflection of football's competitive nature.

But Arsenal's football is not just about results and wins; it also includes other things that may seem pretentious and meaningless to outsiders.

Wenger smiled with satisfaction.

The second half of the game started on time.

Juventus' counterattack ignited the Stadio delle Alpi, but their pressing in the midfield and attacking third was largely ineffective.

The football flew through the Arsenal players' feet.

The beauty of the passing and cutting suddenly stopped, and Qin Ming controlled the ball, spinning in place, drawing an elegant trajectory.

Khedira and Dybala, who attempted to steal the ball, were separated on different timelines.

Alves didn't hesitate this time, charging at the player instead of the ball, which resulted in a yellow card.

"Arsenal are different now than they were in the first half!"

"They controlled the rhythm of the game, and Qin also put on a wonderful show at the Stade de la Alp with his dreamlike dance moves that were based on football yet transcended it!"

"This might be the most competitive Champions League semi-final in recent years!"

Piero exclaimed in genuine admiration.

(End of this chapter)