Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 328 The Seemingly Invincible Real Madrid

After finishing their match against Juventus, the Arsenal players didn't rush back home but instead spent two days relaxing here.

The league title has already been secured, so this match can be treated as a way to maintain form, but there's no need to expend too much energy. Besides, the Champions League final is scheduled for June 3rd, which is almost two weeks after the Premier League season ends.

"Should we arrange some practice matches with a few teams then?"

Walking through the streets and alleys of Turin, Sanchez was still thinking about the game.

"No, if our tactics get leaked, we're doomed!"

Morata was the first to shake his head and refuse.

Wenger's pre-match tactics are among the best in football. Similarly, if his tactics are revealed in advance and the opponent adjusts them accordingly, the impact will be devastating.

In crucial matches like the Champions League final, it all comes down to that tiny bit of advantage.

"Our team's internal training is enough."

Qin Ming was carrying a Turin specialty souvenir, a certain luxury item of hazelnut chocolate, which he was going to give to his eldest nephew.

That is, De Bruyne's child.

"Qin, look over there, isn't someone following us? Could they be Juventus fans who want to beat us up after losing the game?"

Morata rolled up his sleeves.

The boos he received from Juventus fans at the Stadio delle Alpi really angered him.

At least in the Italian Cup, Juventus wouldn't have won the title if he hadn't scored. How can they treat a former hero like this?

accurate!

"Let's go, let's make sure nothing goes wrong. Missing the Champions League final would be a real loss."

Qin Ming calmly shook his head.

Regardless of whether the person opposite you is a pickpocket or something else, it's always better to stay away.

So they interrupted their travel plans, boarded a private plane back to London, and prepared for the penultimate round of the Premier League.

Kearney Training Base.

Workers are spraying graffiti on the wall, and the image of a cartoon character quickly appears on the wall, with a red and white jersey and the number 10 symbolizing the core.

Qin Ming, who was passing by, smiled and nodded in greeting.

Then we came to an old building, covered in lush green ivy, which had climbed even higher than the last time we visited.

Upon reaching the back of the building, one encounters thirty-eight letters.

It has become blurred under the erosion of time.

Qin Ming developed a little habit at some point: he would come here to check things out after the competition.

Whether you win or lose.

He could always calm down. Looking down at those letters, he seemed to be able to feel the feelings of those people when they carved them.

pat!

A sound of footsteps approached from afar.

Qin Ming looked over.

"I knew you'd be here, so I'll show you other things."

The professor smiled and waved.

Qin Ming quickly followed, and the two soon arrived at the south side of the training base, where there was a dense and lush forest.

"There are more than 20000 trees in the training base. When I first came here, they were just saplings, but now they have all grown into big trees."

Wenger paused for a moment before continuing, "I've been thinking for years that before I leave, I'll say goodbye to them and thank them."

In fact, Wenger left Arsenal with far more than 20,000 trees over the years.

The players, the stadium, the youth training, and the philosophy—all of these are deeply rooted in the Kearney training ground, just like the trees in front of us.

"Have you ever thought about staying at Arsenal indefinitely?"

Wenger suddenly asked a question.

Qin Ming paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and asked, "And you?"

This time, it was Wenger's turn to be stunned.

He recalled his first words at the press conference when he first arrived at Arsenal.

"Good afternoon. I know you've read a lot of reports about me, but you probably still don't know who I am."

All these years.

The longest unbeaten run in the English top flight, the longest consecutive scoring streak in the Premier League, the only Premier League champion to win the trophy with an unbeaten season, the only Premier League coach to score in every game of a single season, and the first foreign coach in English history to win the double.
No one will ask "ARSENE WHO" anymore, because "ARSENE = ARSENAL".

He did have the idea of ​​leaving Arsenal the season before last.

But the pride in his heart made him unwilling to leave in disgrace. Even if he left, he would stand tall and leave people with a better Arsenal.

"I do not know."

Wenger answered honestly.

"Then I think I'll be the same."

Qin Ming's gaze was deep.

I came to Arsenal not because Arsenal had a lot of fans, nor because Arsenal was in a bad situation, but simply because of Wenger.

Because he knew the professor could give him the football he wanted.

Looking back, he definitely made the right choice. Regardless of his performance, he was very happy and enjoyed playing football during his time at Arsenal.

If the professor wants to leave, it doesn't matter who his successor is.

I'm afraid even I would find it hard to accept that kind of disparity.

Just like the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi, after Zhong Ziqi died, Boya broke his zither and cut its strings, never playing it again for the rest of his life.

I certainly won't give up football, but maybe I'll pursue something else.

"Like Morata, a big dreamer."

Qin Ming muttered to himself.

"It seems this topic is too heavy. Come over to my place for dinner tonight. Leia found a boyfriend, but you know..."

Wenger gave a wry smile. "I only have common topics with you guys. I really can't get along with anyone else. Can you help me with the assessment?"

"Does it fit?"

Qin Ming thought of Wenger's daughter, a top student from Cambridge University.

What kind of boyfriend will she look for?
Qin Ming really couldn't imagine it.

“There’s nothing inappropriate about it. You’re friends, and I consider you a junior.”

Wenger patted Qin Ming on the shoulder, leaving Qin Ming with no reason to refuse.

Then go ahead.

He does talk to Leia quite a lot, but the conversations mainly revolve around the professor.

You can tell that the two of them are quite awkward.

Moreover, Qin Ming couldn't feel any romantic spark with Leia; the two were fundamentally different types of people.

"Then ride home with me tonight."

Wenger nodded.

The professor's dinner party was more relaxed than I had imagined.

Even though the professor and his wife were divorced, they could still get along like friends, and there was no sign of anything amiss.

"Hodl Benjamin".

The man opposite him was about thirty years old, wearing glasses and with a similar demeanor to the professor, both exuding a refined and approachable air. He stood up and extended his hand politely.

"Hello Benjamin, just call me Qin."

Qin Ming smiled and shook Benjamin's hand.

"Your first goal in yesterday's game was really beautiful. You made a series of breakthroughs from the left wing to the right side of the penalty area, and you were so calm when you finally took the shot against Buffon."

Benjamin had barely sat down when he started talking about the second leg of the Champions League semi-final.

Qin Ming was a little confused.

Wenger told him that Benjamin was also a top student, but it doesn't seem quite right.
"I watch football regularly. Although I'm not an Arsenal fan, Arsenal is the only Premier League team left, so I'll cheer for you guys."

Benjamin noticed Qin Ming's confusion and explained, "Thank you."

Qin Ming nodded and glanced at the professor.

What kind of assessment will be conducted?
He then realized that the professor, a cunning old fox, was actually quite shrewd despite his usual refined and easygoing demeanor.

Otherwise, how could they break through the fierce competition in the Premier League?
Moreover, the ability to discover so many outstanding players is undoubtedly a testament to their talent for recognizing talent.

Hey?
Something seems off. The excellent players trained by the professor seem to have questionable character traits.

The most compelling evidence is from Fabregas.

It's understandable to want to leave Arsenal in pursuit of honors, but choosing such an extreme approach—not only lowering the transfer fee but also paying out of his own pocket to Barcelona, ​​even in installments over five years—is misguided.

That's outrageous! He opened the door for something so outrageous!

Outrageous home!
"Qin, excuse me for asking, but is football the only thing that matters to you professional players in your daily lives?"

Wenger was chatting with his ex-wife, and Benjamin, not wanting to get involved, could only chat with Qin Ming instead.

"I think it's similar to what you guys do in scientific research. Most of the time is spent on football, but there are other things too, like advertising endorsements and the like."

Qin Ming nodded.

His endorsements are already booked until next year, but in order to prepare for the Champions League final in June, he has postponed his advertising to July and August.

I made a lot of money.

Qin Ming is currently thinking about getting a private jet.

Otherwise, frequently returning to China in July would be exhausting enough, especially with all the flights. Plus, with national team matches coming up, the long journey from Europe would easily affect his performance.

Private jets are a little bit expensive.

In addition, there are routine maintenance, crew salaries, and so on, which add up to a considerable expense.

It would be great if the Volkswagen Group also made airplanes.

The family dinner was quite good, but the French food didn't suit Qin Ming's taste, so he didn't eat much. After saying goodbye to Wenger, he drove to Sanchez's house.

"Qin, come quick, the competition is starting!"

Morata patted the best spot on the sofa next to him.

He specially reserved it for Qin Ming.

"I predict Real Madrid will advance in the end."

Qin Ming picked up a bottle of beer from the coffee table and watched the other Champions League semi-final, the second leg between Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid, with his teammates.

Cristiano Ronaldo's hat-trick in the first leg was a stunning display of his suave and sophisticated style.

How can you lose when you're leading by three goals?
Not every team is Liverpool, and not every team is Milan.

Silence gradually spread to every corner of the living room.

Real Madrid is pretty strong!

Morata's Adam's apple bobbed.

Since Zidane took over, Real Madrid has embarked on a legendary journey, losing only one game all year in 2016, a 0-1 defeat to Atletico Madrid.

Their undefeated record since 2017 continues.

They have developed a comprehensive playing style that is capable of both offense and defense, and can be played at both fast and slow speeds.

The depth of their roster is also frightening.

Even if you get the first half to attack, they can still crush you in the second half.

Let's take a look at their lineup.

The backline consists of Navas, Casilla, Carvajal, Danilo, Ramos, Pepe, and Varane, while the midfield and forward line features Casemiro, Modric, Kroos, Cristiano Ronaldo, Benzema, and Bale.

Apart from Casemiro, there is a capable player who can replace each of the other starting positions.

So Zidane created the so-called AB team, using this model to promote rotation, and became invincible in the league and the Champions League.

There are many ways to score a goal.

Headers, counter-attacks, long-range shots, and poaching, etc.

"Why aren't you talking?"

Qin Ming broke the silence, tilted his head back, took a sip of wine, and patted Atom's fluffy head.

"N'Golo, look at the connections between Toni Kroos and Modric with Ronaldo and Benzema. Can you see that most of Real Madrid's attacks are driven by these four? Can your coverage, tackling ability, and positional awareness cover their connections individually?"

"Virgil, our aerial defense was mediocre last season, and we would likely lose to Real Madrid. But could you organize the defense and work with N'Golo to stabilize the backline?"

Qin Ming gently set down the wine bottle with a crisp, pleasant sound. "Leave the attack to us."

In terms of attack, Real Madrid has Ronaldo, Benzema and Bale, but Arsenal also has himself, Sanchez and Morata, all of whom are top ten Ballon d'Or winners.

It remains to be seen who is stronger without a direct confrontation.

"Exactly! Why should we be afraid of Real Madrid? We even beat Juventus. There's absolutely no need for us to be afraid of Real Madrid. They should be afraid of us!"

Morata was unusually excited.

He saw himself as a killer of his former clubs, aiming to take down Juventus first, then Real Madrid.

As he spoke, he looked at Qin Ming again.

For Arsenal, Qin Ming is not just an upgrade, but a revolution!

Morata believes Qin Ming can break through any defense, including Real Madrid's Carvajal, Ramos, Varane, and Marcelo combination.

Can they beat Real Madrid?
Morata believes that from a rational perspective, their current Arsenal team is no less powerful than Real Madrid on paper.

The Champions League final will definitely not be a one-sided affair with a huge disparity in strength.

"Just do it!"

Monreal and Cazorla, the migrant worker duo, raised their fists and shouted.

"that is!"

Even the usually reserved Kanté couldn't help but exclaim that he had personally experienced Qin Ming's strength during his time at Leicester City last season.

If we were to ask who in the Arsenal team has the most confidence in Qin Ming...

It's him, besides Morata.

2017 5 Month 17 Day.

Bright Stadium.

Arsenal play away against Sunderland.

"Beautiful! In the 27th minute of the match, Qin Ming scored with a long-range shot from outside the box, breaking through Sunderland's defense and also scoring his 45th league goal!"

"This season, Moyes became Sunderland's manager, but the results have been unusually poor!"

“桑德兰在英超34轮过后仅取得5胜6平23负积21分的成绩，提前3轮降入英冠联赛，结束了球队连续10年在英超的征战之旅！”

"Zhan Jun said."

The camera panned to Moyes on the sidelines, and his expression was incredibly bitter.

He thought his move from Everton to Manchester United was the peak of his coaching career, but he ended up leaving in a sorry state.

"My ambitions are higher than the sky!"

Pat Rice next door complained.

In 1982, Moyes was a centre-back for Celtic. At just 20 years old, he won the Scottish First Division title with the team. However, just as he was hoping to make a name for himself there, he suddenly lost the club's trust and was left without a club to play for.

At that time, Arsenal and Sunderland extended offers to him, hoping he would come for trials.

But the proud Moyes refused, feeling he didn't need to beg anyone; he simply waited for a club to buy him so he could start playing immediately.

This personality trait meant that his later playing career could only be spent in the lower leagues of England.

He was ambitious even as a player, and he didn't change that when he became a coach, so naturally, his career was short-lived.

"The game is over! The game is over!"

Arsenal, who had already secured the title, defeated Sunderland 3-0 away from home, who had already been relegated!

"Qin Ming, Sanchez, and Van Dijk have scored!"

Congratulations to Arsenal on their victory in the 37th round of the Premier League!

"In the next round, at the Emirates Stadium, we will witness Arsenal's title defense!"

(End of this chapter)