Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 335 The Pinnacle of Europe!

"Incredible! Unbelievable!"

"Qin Ming! He scored the winning goal against Real Madrid in the 87th minute with an almost impossible long-distance run?!"

"Yes!"

"You read that right. This goal, which will go down in history, makes him the sixth player to score a brace in a Champions League final since the competition's format change, following Massaro, Riedle, Crespo, Inzaghi, and Milito!"

As Zhan Jun shouted in a hoarse voice, countless Chinese fans in front of their televisions stood up, cheering and waving their fists.

"Qin Ming is awesome!"

"Avatar!"

"One against five!"

"A last-minute victory against Real Madrid!"

The vast land was filled with jubilation, and the motion-activated lights in the building corridors lit up one by one.

Countless Chinese fans who stayed up all night to watch the game couldn't help but make noise.

They didn't care about waking up others, because they weren't the only ones watching.

The cheers from the night skies of various cities converged.

In bars, movie theaters, and street food stalls, beer was tossed into the air, red and white jerseys danced like waves, strangers hugged and jumped, and some even cried tears of joy, leaving only the purest ecstasy.

Millennium Stadium.

The venue for the Champions League final, a place that witnessed miracles, erupted with a roar that soared to the heavens.

on the field.

Qin Ming knelt in the Real Madrid penalty area, watching as the ball was gently kicked by him, as if it had taken him decades to cross the goal line.

Goal!!!

After he came to his senses, all he felt was ecstasy. He stood up straight and started running wildly in an unknown direction, without any destination.

He had never been as excited as he was now.

Because the Champions League title is within reach, because of Arsenal's long-held dream, the deepest pain in the professor's heart, and the expectations of countless fans, it is now within their grasp.

"Yeah!"

Arsenal fans have gone so wildly they've lost all sense of reason.

They embraced the strangers beside them, tossed expensive beers into the air, and raised their hands as if embracing their dreams.

Real Madrid fans fell into an eerie silence.

what happened?
Wasn't Qin Ming in the backfield? How did he suddenly run to the frontfield and score?
Life is like a director who loves to play jokes, suddenly turning all the scripts into waste paper. Shouldn't we be the ones to suppress Arsenal and ultimately be crowned with the crown of honor?
Real Madrid fans kept asking themselves these questions.

The scales of victory have clearly tipped.

Their seemingly strong defenses were as flimsy as paper in front of Qin Ming.

Fate seemed to have played a cruel joke on them.

What could be more heartbreaking than being eliminated in the final moments of a match?
True despair is not about shouting and screaming, but about a group of people falling into utter silence.

Real Madrid fans watched the pitch in silence.

Arsenal's substitutes rushed onto the field and gave their heroes a big hug.

"Qin, I'm speechless!"

Morata was utterly impressed; he couldn't have learned to score that kind of goal.

He couldn't stop smiling as he thought about his team taking the lead again, since he couldn't compete with Benzema.

That means they can't just join another team.

I feel incredibly happy to have just beaten Real Madrid.

Fortunately, I changed my dream back then; instead of continuing to play for Real Madrid, I became a Gunner.

Kant flashed his bright white teeth and wiped the sweat from his face.

Worth it!

Keep in mind that intercepting Tony Kroos' pass was the result of numerous runs.

Today was undoubtedly the most tiring game he had ever played.

But no matter how tired I am, it's not as tiring as when I was a child picking up trash to supplement the family income.

Van Dijk waved to his younger siblings and mother.

You see, I used to need to work to support my professional career, but now I'm standing on the highest stage for a professional player.

His family will definitely be proud of him.

Monreal and Cazorla, a group of migrant workers, embraced each other.

Bellerin, on the other hand, stood up straight. As a product of Barcelona's youth academy, he was very concerned about whether he could beat Real Madrid.

Maybe I can take this opportunity to return to Barcelona?

Gustavo points his index finger to the sky, as if making a devout prayer.

He is a Catholic.

His mother was the driving force that inspired him to realize his dream and become a great player, but she passed away when he was 16 years old.

He hoped that God would convey his actions to his mother.

Arsenal players were celebrating, while Real Madrid players remained silent. Toni Crowley, Casemiro, Varane, and Ramos all had somewhat dazed expressions.

However, conceding a goal is not the worst news.

The referee walked up to Varane, first pulled out a yellow card, then a red card.

"Please leave as soon as possible!"

Varane swayed, his face deathly pale.

no respond.

He simply lowered his head and walked quickly off the field, hoping to waste as little time as possible.

After all, what if?
He knew this would happen when he tackled Qin Ming from behind.

But their desperate gamble resulted in conceding a goal.

Varane walked to the substitution zone, where Asensio was standing. Zidane patted Varane on the shoulder and said, "You've done very well. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Zidane already thought Qin Ming would fall.

Moreover, the free kick from that position is too close to the goal, almost on the edge of the penalty area, making it difficult to shoot directly.

Real Madrid, playing with ten men, still have a chance.

"Ugh!"

Zidane sighed, forcing himself to stay focused, "Arsenal's defensive flanks are nearing their limit!"

Asensio nodded to indicate that he understood.

Asensio relayed Zidane's instructions to Ronaldo, who was already standing at the center circle kickoff point, his eyes still full of determination.

You can never predict how the story will go until the very last minute.

There are still a few minutes left, plus injury time, so there's a real chance to turn things around.

Just like Manchester United's comeback against Bayern Munich.

Cristiano Ronaldo said nothing, just stood there, giving Real Madrid fans hope.

"Real Madrid equalized twice, Arsenal took the lead three times, and Qin Ming's goal almost killed the game!"

"But we all know that miracles often happen in the Champions League!"

"This match is not just a game, it's more like a clash of spirits between two teams!"

"Real Madrid's spirit is to never give up, while Arsenal's spirit is to always move forward. Just like the outcome of this match, who could have predicted it beforehand?"

"So the suspense hasn't ended until the final whistle blows!"

"Alright, Zidane didn't fill the gap in the defense, but instead substituted Asensio for Benzema to further strengthen the attack!"

The commentators all knew that Zidane was going to go all out.

Just as Real Madrid were gathering their forces for a fierce attack, Gustavo cleared the ball out of bounds.

Wenger has a backup plan.

Koscielny replaced Cazorla, and the overall formation became 5-4-1. Sanchez and Qin Ming dropped back to form a four-man midfield with Gustavo and Kanté.

Koscielny then came to Mertesacker's side to help Arsenal defend against aerial attacks.

This substitution also disrupted Real Madrid's attacking rhythm.

It's like taking a breath; if you can't hold it in, it dissipates.

Don't give them corner kicks!

Qin Ming shouted.

Everyone knows that Ramos developed his striker attributes in the later stages of the game.

They often score crucial goals.

Qin Ming also knew that he couldn't always be on the defensive; Ronaldo was still too much of a threat.

The premise is simply the position.

This caused Carvajal and Casemiro to twitch their eyebrows.

The fourth official quickly raised his board. Five minutes of stoppage time were added. There were many clashes in the second half, and the game was interrupted several times.

Therefore, they give a relatively large amount.

The flame of hope in the hearts of Real Madrid fans has grown even stronger.

Plenty of time!

But when Gustavo committed a vicious foul that brought Real Madrid's attack down the left flank, Modric couldn't bear the pain and rolled on the ground clutching his leg.

Real Madrid fans started swearing.

"Don't let Gustavo's Catholicism fool you; he's received just as many red cards in his career as Ramos!"

"It's difficult to shoot from this position!"

"Modric crossed the ball, and Koscielny's introduction paid off, giving Arsenal more height in the box, and the ball was cleared out!"

Zhan Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

Hold on! Hold on!
Arsenal fans at the Millennium Stadium clenched their fists tightly.

After Real Madrid equalized twice, they were uncertain about their chances.

All I can do is silently pray for the team, hoping that Arsenal can hold on and bring back the Champions League title they missed out on eleven years ago in London.

Just like the famous tango "Por Una Cabeza" composed by the Argentine composer, the Big Ears trophy, shining brightly under the spotlight, is right in front of us. Their own faces are reflected on the trophy, and their breaths can even touch the base of the trophy.

It's just a little bit short.

Arsenal players are still running.

They have no logical thinking in their minds.

Now is the time to fight, to run for our lives.

You have to keep running and kick the ball as far away from your own half as possible.

Why hasn't the German referee blown the whistle yet?

Everyone, including Qin Ming, was eager to hear the whistle.

"Cristiano Ronaldo!"

"He dribbled past Sanchez from a super long distance and shot!"

"Powerful and heavy!"

Zhan Jun suddenly raised his voice.

Arsenal fans were screaming along with him; everyone knows that Ronaldo's long-range shooting ability is ridiculously high.

The moment the football hurtles towards the goal like a cannonball.

Arsenal's tight defense paid off, with Koscielny blocking the shot with his body before launching a long ball forward.

They didn't care about the direction.

"Mine!" Morata was ready to deliver another fatal blow to his former employer.

But the elbow strike from behind sent him sprawling to the ground, rolling around repeatedly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Morata howled like a caught pig.

Ramos tried to pull him up, but Sanchez forcefully pushed him away, saying, "What the hell do you want to do?"

The players from both teams clashed again.

Qin Ming walked up to Morata, just about to demand an explanation, when he heard Morata whisper, "Did Ramos get his cards?"

"No."

Qin Ming immediately understood.

Morata was faking it to get a yellow card. Ramos already had one, and if he got another, he would also be sent off with a red card.

Even if Real Madrid manages to equalize...

Eleven against nine, the advantage is in my hands!
Unfortunately, the referee showed no intention of issuing a card.

Morata was just about to get up when he heard his number mentioned over the stadium loudspeaker.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!"

Morata quickly waved towards the sidelines.

In such a great moment, he definitely wants to stay on the field rather than be substituted.

Wenger shook his head.

Giroud is in a good position to play now, to continue disrupting Real Madrid's attacking rhythm and to run more and press higher in the attacking third.

Morata can only take walks now.

Morata walked with a lot of back glances, prompting Real Madrid fans to hurl insults.

As expected, the players Real Madrid sold will eventually deliver the most painful blow to Real Madrid.

Giroud rushed onto the field excitedly. He had thought he wouldn't get a chance today, but thankfully he could still play for a few minutes.

Although it's not much, it's better than nothing.

He's not the kind of player who gets bogged down in internal conflicts. He might try to win a few championships this season and then leave next season to find a team where he can consistently start.

"come on! Come on!"

Giroud encouraged his teammates.

The game restarted, and Arsenal had a free kick in the attacking third. Real Madrid, playing with one less player, continued to widen their disadvantage through possession and passing.

The boos from Arsenal fans grew louder and louder.

They thought that stoppage time was over, so why hadn't the referee blown the whistle yet?
Only three minutes had actually passed.

Moreover, given the recent conflict, the referee will likely award more points as appropriate.

Snapped!
A sudden long pass from the backfield was kicked away by Van Dijk.

Qin Ming controlled Carvajal's touch, and without thinking, dribbled towards the byline, then protected the ball in the corner area.

In desperation, Carvajal stretched out his foot.

Qin Ming didn't even flinch, letting the ball roll out of bounds.

"Come again! Come again!"

He beckoned Monreal to come over and pass the ball to him.

Then replicate it.

Ramos and Carvajal kept pushing Qin Ming out.

Ramos felt a surge of rage and wanted to elbow Qin Ming from Carvajal's right side, where the shot was blocked.

This is exactly what Qin Ming has been waiting for.

Using Carvajal as cover, in the blind spot of the referee and linesman, he raised his right elbow and slammed it backward.

The Real Madrid fans in the stands saw it clearly.

Bang! Ramos felt a lump in his throat, followed by a mix of emotions, like a bottle of mixed flavors had been spilled.

Then came the unbearable pain.

He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, and bright red blood flowed from between his hands, which were covering his nose.

"Murderer! He's a murderer, throw him out of the theater!"

The Real Madrid fans were furious and shouted.

Real Madrid players also surrounded him, but before they could reach Qin Ming, they were blocked by Arsenal players.

The referee frowned and signaled for the team doctor to come onto the field, then asked the linesman for his opinion.

As it turned out, no one saw it.

However, this action still warrants a yellow card.

Qin Ming accepted the punishment with a smile, then turned to look at Ramos, whose bleeding had stopped, and raised an eyebrow.

He said he was still not satisfied even after scoring a goal.

It turns out I didn't get my revenge, but now I feel great.

Even their steps became much easier.

Cristiano Ronaldo glared angrily at his teammates, his anxiety finally overwhelming his reason, shouting, "We're playing utter garbage!"

He is a confident person, but also an arrogant one.

If his teammates were all like him, then victory would be within his grasp—that was his thinking.

Thus, Real Madrid's last hope was extinguished in the night sky above the Millennium Stadium.

How can you create miracles without fighting spirit?
Ramos finished his treatment on the sidelines, changed into a new jersey, and hasn't even gone on the field yet.

A new, amazing sound pierced the Cardiff night sky.

Beep-beep-beep!
The final whistle blows.

Arsenal have won the Champions League!

Qin Ming lay down in the center of the court, overwhelmed with intense emotions.

It's as if all versions of him are here: the high school student obsessed with football, the fan who loved drinking beer, the youth player who was banned from the cafeteria, and the player who spent his youth in Wolfsburg and won an impossible championship for Arsenal.

(End of this chapter)