Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 330 Tonight, North London is red, and England is red too.
Cheers and jubilation erupted from the Emirates Stadium, turning the stands into a sea of ​​red and white.

If the match weren't still so far from over, the Gunners would have already pulled out their smoke sticks and let red fill the London sky.

Buzz!
As the helicopter flew over the Emirates Stadium, the hum of its blades cutting through the air made people instinctively look up, where a banner hung below it.

Come on, gunners!

Gas pumper!

On the field, Qin Ming laughed heartily and hugged his teammates. Although breaking the 50-goal record in the last game must have been a very difficult thing to do.

But he believes he will break that record sooner or later.

Then, Messi's record of 50 goals in a single season may be rewritten.

"Since the start of the Premier League era, no player has ever broken the 35-goal record in the Premier League. You should know that in the First Division era, the single-season goal record was 60!"

"This shows that the saying 'there are no weak teams in the Premier League' is based on solid evidence!"

"People once thought Gerd Müller's 40 goals were almost unbreakable, but Messi and Ronaldo have proven with their abilities that there are no records that cannot be broken in the world!"

He Wei spoke with great anticipation.

He felt that Messi's seemingly vague record had become real at this moment.

The camera pans to the stands.

Many Arsenal legends appeared in the images, most of whom were key players from the Unbeaten Season.

Vieira, Bergkamp, ​​Pires, Ljungberg, and so on.

Rosicky, who left Arsenal last season, also made an appearance, and Tony Adams and Ian Wright could even be seen.

“I’ve said it before, he’s a natural leader.”

Tony Adams proudly told his old friends, "Just like when I was young."

"Come on, Tony, remember when you first played for Arsenal, you wore your shorts inside out? The number was on your ass!"

The middle-aged man next to him couldn't help but laugh.

Tony Adams couldn't help but chuckle.

That match against Sunderland ended in a decent 2-1 victory.

It's a great start for me.

Coincidentally.

On March 30, 2002, as he was about to retire, he played his 500th league match, and Arsenal's opponent was Sunderland once again.

One after the other, like a cycle, outlining a long journey of 19 years.

"Yes, so later on, no matter what I faced, I would tell myself that nothing could be worse than wearing my pants inside out."

Tony Adams casually spread his hands.

"I still remember the scene when we won the championship that year."

Then he muttered to himself.

That was May 11, 2002, when he wore the captain's armband for the last time at Highbury Stadium and played his last Premier League match.

At this point, Arsenal had already secured the title, just like they have today.

As the competition ended, he was the first to lift the championship trophy, listening to the thunderous cheers from Highbury, the voices in his mind and the voices in his ears quietly overlapping.

"Arsenal!"

Tony Adams refocused his attention as Arsenal launched wave after wave of attacks on the pitch, constantly threatening Everton's goal.

Just now, Qin Ming's long-range shot from outside the box almost changed the score again.

"I heard that Qin once went to a bar and did the same thing as me."

Ian Wright suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"What did he do?"

Bergkamp is now Ajax's striker coach.

"A girl cried because her boyfriend was a fan of another team, and then after Qin scored against Chelsea, he said that the goal was a gift to her. He's just like me, good at picking up girls."

Ian Wright casually straightened his hair.

"Qin's face is right there, he doesn't have to do anything, unlike you."

Ljungberg teased.

He's currently an assistant coach in Wolfsburg. It's a pity he arrived a little too late; if he had arrived two years earlier, he might have met Qin Ming.

"That's definitely true."

Vieira nodded.

He is now the head coach of New York City FC, and he is no longer angry about being sold by Wenger to make way for Fabregas.

That's life.

With more experience, one becomes less bothered by things.

Looking back from the coaching bench, Wenger recalled the glory of the unbeaten season, as warm and unforgettable as the spring breeze at Highbury Stadium.

Look back again.

He could smell the fresh green and passionate red hues mingling within the stadium.

The world of football is never smooth sailing.

Even a genius like Qin Ming has countless regrets, as does Arsenal and Wenger.

The pain of selling captains year after year, the wound of not winning a title year after year, the regret of finishing in the round of 16 in the Champions League, and the ridicule of being a top-four contender. Like the fallen leaves outside Highbury Stadium, they all carry a sense of helplessness and reluctance.

But every setback is a mark of growth.

Now Highbury is gone, only the Emirates Stadium remains.

When the big screen showed Tony Adams, the cheers from the crowd rose to another level.

He is a symbol of loyalty.

Throughout his long 19-year career, he only wore two jerseys: Arsenal's red and white jersey and the England national team kit.

"Players like me are extinct, but players like me always get the love of fans, and fans consider me one of them."

Tony Adams smiled and waved, "They like players who are loyal to the club, even if the players don't perform well enough, the fans will still support them. I am that kind of player, and that makes me very proud."

One person, one city – that’s something to be proud of.

In the 37th minute, Arsenal had 76% possession and controlled the pace of the game.

Under prolonged and relentless bombing.

Cazorla seized an opportunity for a variation, suddenly passing the ball directly to Morata in front.

The latter dribbled the ball a few steps.

Sanchez made a quick forward run on the right, and Qin Ming did the same on the left.

But Everton players clearly focused more attention on Qin Ming.

Morata hesitated for a moment before passing the ball to Sanchez, who then dribbled into the penalty area and fired a low shot into the Everton goal.

2-0! ! !

"Morata and Sanchez connected!"

"Beautiful! Arsenal extend their lead. The Gunners' two wingers are the most consistent in the entire Premier League in terms of dribbling and scoring!"

"They won't let any opportunity to score slip by!"

"With this goal, Sanchez has overtaken Lukaku to become third in the Premier League top scorer list!"

Arsenal boasts two supreme players!

He Wei shouted from the commentary booth.

On the field, even though it was the goalkeeper who conceded the goal, Lukaku covered his face and wept bitterly.

I finally had a breakout season.

In the end, Sanchez still managed to overtake them, unless he can score another goal, but given the current situation, that seems unlikely!

He was supposed to receive a bronze boot award at the end of the season.

Sanchez celebrated his goal with a knee slide. If he had known that playing support would be so enjoyable, his stats wouldn't have dropped at all; in fact, they would have increased significantly, and he wouldn't have been tired at all.

How could he have hesitated before?

He even considered leaving Arsenal, but now even if you offered him double his salary, he wouldn't leave!

They're stuck at Arsenal forever.

Beep!
The first half ended quickly, and fans left their seats to go to the stadium's shops for food.

There's a physically demanding championship ceremony coming up later. Even if the food at the Emirates Stadium is expensive, we still have to spend the money; we can't celebrate on an empty stomach.

Back to the locker room.

Qin Ming sensed that something was off and took a half step to the side, trying to shield Wenger in front of him. But the professor, being shrewd and experienced, shielded him first.

Bang bang bang!

The champagne cork bounced off the ceiling with a muffled thud, filling the air with a sweet, fruity aroma.

next second.

Qin Ming then saw several waves of champagne foam coming towards him.

Even with his reflexes, he couldn't dodge it.

In an instant, he was soaked to the bone, champagne dripping down his hair, looking utterly disheveled.

Moreover, because he gained muscle after coming to the Premier League, his large body blocked the professor's view, so the professor's shirt hem didn't get wet.

"It's not a good habit to open champagne at halftime."

Qin Ming wiped the champagne off his face and complained.

"Don't worry, if it were the Champions League final, even if we were leading by eight goals, we wouldn't dare!"

Bellerin grinned slyly.

"But we can't relax now. They have the fourth-highest scorer on the other side, and Everton's record is also very good. Be careful they don't score three goals in a row."

Although he didn't want to dampen the players' enthusiasm, Wenger still spoke out.

The team members immediately stopped joking around.

So I'm the only victim?

Qin Ming was secretly planning to let his teammates experience the feeling of being hit by a burst of champagne after the game.

Hmm. They can't even spare Cech, who's sitting in the corner.

The Czech goalkeeper was very observant and noticed Qin Ming's unfriendly gaze, so he instinctively put on his tank helmet.

"Alright, let's review the game first, and then we'll celebrate together in 55 minutes."

Wenger tapped the tactics board.

Halftime passed quickly, and when Qin Ming returned to the stadium, he noticed that there were several more posters in the north stand.

“CHECK THE TABLE!”

Check out the standings!
A huge "4" was marked with a red cross, next to a shiny number "1".

The background is a simplified diagram of the Premier League standings.

Arsenal are at the top of the table.

"From King Henry to King Qin!"

The poster features a silhouette of Henry kneeling and sliding in celebration on the left, a silhouette of himself celebrating on the right, and a Premier League trophy symbolizing legacy in the center.

There are also many, many posters.

The champagne party at halftime didn't affect Arsenal's mentality; on the contrary, it made them play with even more energy, giving it their all for the celebration 45 minutes later.

"Putting everything else aside, Ronald Koeman is truly skilled at coaching defense; his adjustments in midfield effectively withstood Arsenal's attacks!"

"The entire formation retreats—"

"There's still a chance for a counter-attack. A long pass to Lukaku—is the Belgian striker about to get going?"

Paul Dutton exclaimed.

Lukaku hasn't built up muscle yet, but when he runs, he's like a black whirlwind, his two long legs constantly swinging.

Lukaku's heart burns with the desire to reclaim third place in the top scorers list.

He suddenly changed direction and got past Koscielny, but the transition between the movements was a little clumsy, and he was just about to touch the ball.

A figure suddenly appeared from the side.

The diminutive Kanté seemed to transform into an assassin, stretching out his short legs with all his might, and smashed the ball away with a loud thud.

"Beautiful destruction!"

"Kanté has become Arsenal's most solid shield this season, delivering a staggering performance in the defensive midfield position!"

"This might be the second-highest return on investment Wenger has ever made in his managerial career!"

"Here comes the first one!"

Paul Dutton's eyes followed the ball, drawing a wide angle across the field to lock onto Qin Ming, who was making a diagonal run into the flank to receive the ball.

Qin Ming was about to accelerate after a stop-and-go maneuver when he was pulled down by a defender.

"Are you alright? I had no other choice but to guard against you like this."

Schneiderlin extended his hand with a wry smile.

"good."

Qin Ming wasn't angry.

Schneiderlin committed a pure tactical foul, without any additional action.

Otherwise, my elbow will start to throb.

Seeing Qin Ming fall to the ground, Wenger frowned and gestured to his teammates.

Slow down the pace.

The Champions League final is in two weeks, and the players must stay perfectly healthy, especially Qin Ming.

Wenger couldn't imagine how Arsenal would compete with Real Madrid without Qin Ming.

The competition time slowly passed, and although the pace slowed down, the singing in the venue remained loud and clear.

The numbers on the scoreboard kept changing.

70 minutes, 80 minutes, 90 minutes of injury time.

finally.

Beep-beep-beep!
The referee blew the final whistle.

The Emirates Stadium erupted in thunderous cheers at dusk.

Fireworks outside the stadium soared into the sky, blooming like flowers under the romantic sunset.

Thick red smoke billowed from inside the stadium.

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

"Look at them! Look at Arsène Wenger! He straightened his red tie!"

"He walked towards his children, his face filled with relief, pride, and the ultimate reward for twenty-one years of perseverance!"

"He said he would build an invincible team, and he did it!"

"He said he wanted to play beautiful football, and he did!"
"This Arsenal team has defended its Premier League title! Arsenal has become the third team in the Premier League era, after Manchester United and Chelsea, to successfully defend their title!"

"This trophy is dedicated to Arsène. To David Dunn, to Tony Adams, Ian Wright, Bergkamp, ​​Henry, Vieira… to all the legends who paved the way for us but couldn't be with us at this moment!"

"This trophy is also dedicated to every Arsenal player! To every soul who sang their hearts out at Highbury and the Emirates Stadium, and to every friend who stayed up late in front of their screens! We deserve it!"

“We’re worth it!”

Paul Dutton unleashed his passion.

He Wei, standing next to him, glanced down at the note. Although he wasn't an Arsenal fan, he could still sense the feelings of the Arsenal fans at the stadium.

"Many times, we like Arsenal because we see a microcosm of life in the Arsenal team. It is both a reflection of life and a source of inspiration for us on our path forward."

"Arsenal is like a worker burdened with a mortgage but still striving for their family, like a loser who has studied hard for twelve years but ultimately falls in the final, like a child who has been carefully nurtured for many years but has betrayed them."

"Arsenal is like our love, tormented time and time again, yet still holding on to that initial burning passion."

"But all the waiting was worth it."

"Tonight North London is red, and England is red."

He Wei also sighed a couple of times, then looked at Qin Ming on the field, his tone suddenly rising.

"Qin Ming!"

"Scoring 46 league goals in a single season, significantly breaking his own record!"

"The magician of the green field! Those goals that defy imagination, he made the impossible a regular occurrence!"

"I believe he will eventually become a legend of this era!"

(End of this chapter)