Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 358 Battle of Tianwang Mountain

Manchester City, who launched a fierce attack at the start, maintained their offensive intensity, but Arsenal quickly adapted to the change.

Possession of the ball began to be given more to Qin Ming.

As Guardiola said before the match, Manchester City relied on teamwork, while Arsenal relied on individual players.

"Qin's ball control remained stable even under pressure from multiple players!"

"This is also Arsenal's biggest source of confidence to attack. Both wing-backs have already pushed forward quite far. If Manchester City intercepts the ball and launches a counter-attack, it will be disastrous!"

"Qin Ming dribbles the ball boldly!"

"De Bruyne and Fernandinho are pressing very aggressively!"

Paul Dutton watched with bated breath, feeling as if the ball would be intercepted at any moment.

In reality, the football was always under Qin Ming's control.

De Bruyne is as impatient as ever, especially when he steps sideways and extends his leg.

Qin Ming made a move.

The football bypassed De Bruyne's foot with an unimaginable trajectory.

The next second, Qin Ming flicked his ankle, changing direction by almost ninety degrees, and dribbled past Fernandinho again.

Gasps of amazement erupted from the Etihad Stadium.

Manchester City fans, like Guardiola, held their heads in disbelief, and even Wenger looked surprised.

Whenever the Wolfsburg twins meet, they always create some amazing moments.

"Alexis!"

Qin Ming didn't waste time dribbling past his opponent, but instead quickly moved to the left wing.

Sanchez dribbles the ball as he races forward.

Kyle Walker was half a step behind, but he managed to catch up.

That explosive power has filled Manchester City fans with confidence again.

However, with Sanchez's sudden stop, Kyle Walker was flashed forward, and the ball returned to Qin Ming's feet.

Stones made a timely grab.

It could even be described as a prediction. Before today's match, he watched dozens of Qin Ming's match highlights and talked with the data analyst for a long time to understand Qin Ming's positioning habits.

Snapped!
When he felt a cool sensation in his crotch, he suddenly realized what was happening.

Just because you can guess it doesn't mean you can stop it.

After turning around, Stones watched helplessly as Qin Ming broke into the penalty area and deftly chipped the ball over the onrushing Ederson with his left foot.

The football flew through the air at Al-Ittihad and fell into the goal.

0-1! ! !

Arsenal, who seemed to have lost their rhythm, suddenly found their rhythm and scored a goal.

This sent the fans of both teams on a rollercoaster of emotions, with Arsenal fans cheering and Manchester City fans covering their faces and sighing.

Is Arsenal's most lethal weapon their passing and possession game?

"Maybe!"

"But no matter what, Arsenal's most threatening player will always be their number 10!"

"If the opponent can't contain his performance, then no matter what the situation is, Arsenal can turn the tide in an instant. That's Qin!"

Paul Dutton shouted.

At the Etihad Stadium, Qin Ming waved his fist at the Arsenal fans, and didn't forget to glance back at De Bruyne.

Ding Ding looked very depressed.

Qin Ming couldn't help but laugh. Ding Ding always made this expression whenever he was frustrated, just like back in Wolfsburg.

"Qin! I knew you'd come by yourself, so I deliberately pulled you to the right side of the penalty area!"

Morata habitually took credit for himself.

Even if he's just standing still, he can still ramble on and on about what he's doing.

That mouth can talk way more than Kanté's.

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. As he returned to his own half of the court, he passed by the coaching bench on the sidelines.

Guardiola was pulling David Silva aside to explain tactics.

His body language was even more expressive than Mourinho's; he practically wanted to bring over the tactics board.

"That was a beautiful goal!"

Wenger gave a thumbs up.

Qin Ming's quick break free from the middle, and his brilliant nutmeg on the edge of the penalty area, dribbling past Stones.

There is almost no room for optimization.

"Which of Qin Jin's shots wasn't beautiful?"

Pat Rice proudly puffed out his chest, as if he had scored the goal himself.

Seeing the two old men chatting idly, Qin Ming couldn't help but smile and returned to his seat.

not far away.

De Bruyne rubbed his face vigorously. Qin Ming was indeed his good friend, but the two were also competitors.

On the same green field.

He will only try his best to defeat Qin Ming.

Having been in the Premier League for over two seasons, Manchester City has lost most of their matches against Arsenal.

Watching Qin Ming receive one honor after another.

De Bruyne is also eager, and he's even developed abs. His overall physique is completely different from when he first went to Wolfsburg.

Even so, he still couldn't see Qin Ming's limit.

"Don't worry, take your time."

Fernandinho offered words of comfort.

He was just taking a chance, thinking he could win the ball back and launch a counterattack immediately.

Therefore, they were not prepared to commit a tactical foul.

By the time Qin Ming dunked over him, it was too late to foul.

It seems we still cannot afford to relax in the slightest.

Fernandinho gave Qin Ming a deep look and instructed his teammates to close the gap between the defensive lines and try to cover for him in the shortest possible time.

"Manchester City started their counter-attacks after the match began!"

"Perhaps because they've lost to Arsenal so many times, the Citizens are very composed, as if that goal never happened!"

"David Silva!"

At the crucial moment, the veteran stepped up. The Spaniard, known as the "space magician," made a series of dribbles in a tight space, which fans believe is comparable to Messi.

This in itself is proof of strength.

Dembele suddenly lunged at David Silva from behind, only to find that Roberto had the same idea.

The football's shadow under the spotlight traced a V-shaped trajectory.

Dembele and Roberto collided, David Silva gracefully walked away, and then made another diagonal pass.

The ball crossed the midfield and came to De Bruyne's feet.

De Bruyne has been growing at Manchester City and has never stopped moving forward. Right now, he is at his calmest.

First, dribble the ball to draw Monreal's attention.

Just a second before his two teammates were about to get into position, he curled a low, low shot with his left foot.

It's more accurate than at the beginning of the game.

The centimeter-level arc left Van Dijk helpless, and he turned around to see the ball rolling forward as Aguero made his run.

The Argentinians did not waste their chance this time.

Push!

The football rolled under Cech's arm and into the goal.

"Wow! Manchester City have equalized in the 33rd minute!"

"I've said it before: Manchester City has the qualifications and ability to go toe-to-toe with Arsenal!"

"We have the most expensive roster in the world and the best coach in the world, so we should achieve the best results!"

"Does Arsenal want to establish a dominant era in the Premier League like Manchester United?"

"But you must understand, Manchester now is blue, not red!"

"Jesse Bennett, the commentator at Etihad, shouted passionately."

A cold wind blew through Manchester, causing Qin Ming's black hair to flutter at his temples. He glanced at the celebrating Manchester City players and then waved to his teammates.

What if the score is tied?
Let's continue.

Arsenal's spirit is forward!

Forward! "Keep going!"

The Arsenal players were more like a pack of wolves than the Roma players, their eyes practically gleaming with greed as they stared at the Manchester City goal.

They've been thrashing weaker opponents lately, winning by large margins and even breaking Everton's goal record in the first eight rounds. Today, facing an evenly matched opponent, they felt an indescribable surge of excitement.

Seeing this, Wenger made no adjustments.

Manchester City's tactics are better suited to the Premier League, but Arsenal's are just as good.

Now it's more about the players.

For the remainder of the first half, both teams showcased what top-level offense and defense look like, as well as their unique passing and control systems.

Both Cech and Ederson were exhausted and covered in sweat.

The score remained unchanged until the whistle blew, at which point the second half began.

Manchester City are trying to repeat their old tricks.

Arsenal had a backup plan; Kante intercepted De Bruyne's pass while sweeping through the backfield.

Snapped!
The counterattack was launched immediately, and the ball was passed to Qin Ming.

He dribbled the ball, turned, and pulled it back in one fluid motion.

Fernandinho, who was closely marked, was shaken off, and Otamendi made a timely cover due to the tight connection between Manchester City's three defensive lines.

Qin Ming was tripped when he lowered his shoulder to change direction.

The referee had his whistle to his lips, but when he saw Qin Ming get up using both hands and feet and continue dribbling forward, he put it down again.

Morata's stance put immense pressure on Stones.

Because Morata's positioning was too good.

A moment's hesitation allowed Qin Ming to pass the ball, and Dembele received it and sent a lobbed pass down the wing.

The position wasn't great; the ball was passed near the penalty spot, and Morata, without hesitation, tapped it in, holding off Stones.

It's perfect for Qin Ming in front.

"Turn around!"

"Break the door!"

"Goal! Goal! Arsenal have regained the lead on a counter-attack!"

Paul Dutton is back in form.

As Dembele celebrated, he chuckled and scratched his head. His cross was quite off target; he hadn't found the right spot to pass the ball. Otherwise, if he had just passed it into the box, Qin Ming would have scored directly.

What happened next?

Morata patted his chest to indicate that he didn't care, as this would only demonstrate his ability.

Otherwise, he'd just be Qin Ming's background and wouldn't stand out much.

Arsenal's counter-attacks were sharp, but Manchester City were not to be outdone. Just five minutes later, De Bruyne attempted a long-range shot, which deflected off Van Dijk and hit the crossbar. Sterling's follow-up shot went just wide.

Sterling was so angry he couldn't laugh anymore; his dark face was full of frustration.

De Bruyne almost lost his composure as well.

Perhaps Lady Luck took pity on Sterling, as he managed to capitalize on a Manchester City corner kick in the 68th minute of the match.

Mertesacker didn't start today, and Papastathopoulos's air defense was just okay, not particularly strong, and they even made some mistakes.

The ball grazed his scalp but he couldn't clear it.

Sterling saw the pie falling from the sky and, without thinking, poked it forward.

The shot, taken without thinking, was incredibly fast, so fast that Cech didn't even have time to react before the ball crossed the goal line.

"Manchester City have equalized again!"

"The fans who came to the stadium today are in for a treat! The attacking battle between the first and second place teams in the Premier League standings is nothing like the dull matches in Serie A; the pace is incredibly fast!"

"I wonder who will leave Altihad with a smile in the end?"

Zhan Jun looked towards the court expectantly.

Manchester City, having twice fallen behind and twice equalized, were in high spirits. After the game restarted, they turned the tables and dominated Arsenal, especially Sterling, who seemed to have turned his luck around.

They broke through Monreal's defense several times in succession.

Fortunately, Kante's constant sweeping covered a large enough area allowed them to barely maintain their defensive line on the flanks.

After 70 minutes, both teams made adjustments. In order to maintain the intensity of their attack, Manchester City substituted Aguero with Jesus.

A few minutes later, Bernardo Silva replaced Sané.

The fact that Guardiola used both substitutions for the stitching game shows that he was determined to win and was unwilling to accept even a draw.

Arsenal's adjustments are more balanced.

Chambers replaced Monreal, and Coquelin replaced Fabinho; no changes were made to the attacking lineup.

The cheers from the Manchester City fans grew louder and louder.

In their view, Wenger was afraid of them, otherwise why would he make such adjustments? Wasn't it just to leave with a point?
If this match ends in a draw.

Arsenal will remain in first place on goal difference.

On the pitch, sweat dripped from Qin Ming's forehead, making his eyes sting as he watched Manchester City's midfield line.

The result of using both substitutions on the forward line was a decrease in the running ability of Fernandinho and David Silva, two players whose physical fitness is not outstanding.

The opportunity lies within.

Time passes minute by minute.

"Manchester City resumed their attack after a brief slowdown!"

"The possession statistics for the two teams have also changed, from Arsenal slightly higher to Manchester City higher!"

Number of shots on goal

Paul Dutton was analyzing the data when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

what happened?
Looking down, David Silva had just received a pass from his teammate when Qin Ming charged forward with Kirkland.

Players who excel at dribbling past opponents know best how to do so.

Qin Ming guessed David Silva's intention correctly and blocked the pass with his foot.

Fernandinho wanted to steal it.

The young Dembele intercepted the ball first and, before being pulled to the ground by Fernandinho, passed it to Morata in front.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people.

Morata was caught in a pincer attack by Stones and Otamendi in the blink of an eye.

There is a significant gap between Spanish players, and it would be difficult for Morata, with his technical skills, to get past them. Arsenal fans don't have high hopes.

I just hope Morata can concede the ball a little later, so that Arsenal can avoid being threatened by Manchester City's fast counter-attacks.

But Morata ducked past Stones and managed to protect the ball under pressure from Otamendi.

"Alvaro!"

The sudden sound beside him didn't make Morata look up.

But this was the moment he had been waiting for.

He knew Qin Ming would definitely step in, and wouldn't keep him waiting too long.

Snapped!
The ball was flicked towards Manchester City's backfield by a backheel.

Stones immediately abandoned Morata and turned to charge at the rolling ball.

However, the sound of the wind in his ears chilled him to the bone.

Whoosh! Qin Ming broke through the cold wind of Manchester, touched the ball faster than Stones, and continued to lead forward with force.

The distance between the two widened at a visible speed.

Edson remembered his previous lesson and dared not attack recklessly, but staying in front of the door felt like waiting to die.

He also didn't want to be a frog being slowly boiled in water.

To test Qin Ming, he pretended to abandon the door and leave.

This was an attempt to trick Qin Ming into lobbing the ball and then turning around.

Snapped!
Qin Ming did take a shot, but instead of chipping the ball over the goalkeeper, he pushed it towards the left post.

The angle was so precise that the football grazed the goalpost and rolled into the goal.

Ederson's dive missed, and amidst Arsenal's passionate cheers, he landed and helplessly buried his face in the grass.

"Kill!"

"Who says Qin only scores goals when he's beating weaker opponents? In the battle for first place in the Premier League, Qin has scored his third goal!"

"hat trick!"

"He also sealed Manchester City's hopes of a comeback and the title!"

Come on, Arsenal!

Paul Dutton's face turned bright red with excitement.

(End of this chapter)