Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 57 Yuanshen, start!
At the Hongdu Olympic Sports Center Stadium, a sea of ​​red began to boil.

The cheers of the fans soared into the sky.

Wu Lei was very excited after scoring the goal and ran towards the corner flag.

Qin Ming wasn't as excited as one might expect.

He neither had an assist nor a goal, then he looked down at his jersey and then looked up at the fans above it.

He also wanted them to cheer for him.

"Qin Ming, that footwork move just now was really smooth. Did you learn it from De Bruyne?"

Ji Xiang put his arm around Qin Ming's shoulder and laughed.

"How could that be? This is my signature technique, just wait and enjoy it!"

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

"Putting everything else aside, I reckon Smith was stunned by those two lobs just now!"

Zheng Zhi also ruffled Qin Ming's hair.

"Who wouldn't get dizzy in that situation? Brother Zheng, wouldn't you get dizzy?"

Wu Lei, standing next to him, winked and made faces.

"Haha, I think I'd be dizzy too, I'd have no choice but to foul."

Zheng Zhi smiled calmly.

After the game restarted, the Chinese fans cheered loudly, shouting and cheering for the players amidst the sound of drums.

The Chinese team, however, pressed their advantage and launched an even more intense and powerful attack.

“We see that Perrin deliberately placed Zheng Zhi on the left, which should be a lesson learned from Dieter Hecking, to have Zheng Zhi protect the space behind Qin Ming.”

"Only in this way can Qin Ming's offensive power be unleashed, allowing him to focus his energy on where it should be."

"Wu Xi passed the ball directly to Wu Lei, who then distributed it to the wing."

This time, Smith didn't watch Qin Ming receive the ball; instead, he actively engaged in physical contact to push Qin Ming away.

At the same time, Rojas rushed in from the side, blocking the passing lane towards the center.

What should I do? Send it back?

Qin Ming shifted his weight back to lean on Smith, and after receiving the ball with his back to the goal, his body faced the middle.

Spin in circles!
He's grown to like this move more and more lately. Although it looks slow and lacks any impact, if you can master the speed and rhythm of the spin, it's a powerful tool for getting rid of enemies.

Amid the expectant gazes of tens of thousands of fans at the scene.

Qin Ming drew a circle, and the football at his feet seemed like a mischievous sprite.

Rojas was shocked to find that his blockade had been in vain.

Smith was also jolted awake and quickly turned to bump into her again.

Bang! The sickening sound of muscles colliding was followed by Qin Ming staggering.

But it wouldn't fall over despite wobbling; instead, it used the momentum to propel itself forward!
"A terrifying core power!"

"For professional players, they will encounter all kinds of interference from opponents when they have the ball. The ability to resist interference and combine it with ball control skills is crucial!"

"It's a huge watershed!"

He Wei hadn't finished speaking.

Qin Ming shot off like an arrow, galloping wildly along the side road.

Meanwhile, Yu Hai, Wu Lei, and Ji Xiang formed a three-pronged attack, tearing apart New Zealand's defense.

"Fuck!" Winston Reed cursed. Despite holding their positions, the two of them were still managed to break through the double team.

It's awful.

Soon, he didn't even have time to complain; he was staring intently at Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's center of gravity shifted slightly, and his consistent, high-frequency ball touches made it impossible for the other to discern Qin Ming's true intentions.

"Rob!"

Winston Reid knew he couldn't wait any longer and had to stop Qin Ming just outside the penalty area.

Otherwise, Ji Xiang, who is unattended in the distance, would arrive very soon.

I won’t give you a chance!
Qin Ming's swaying suddenly stopped, and in an instant, he changed direction and broke through to the right, causing Winston Reed to stop in time.

But having already lost his balance, he was powerless to chase after it.

"Qin Ming!"

"Get past Winston Reid and unleash a shot from the edge of the box!"

"So fast and so precise!" "The New Zealand goalkeeper was helpless and could only watch the ball go into the net!"

"China scores again in the 36th minute!"

"Congratulations to Qin Ming on scoring his first goal for the national team, and he has also set a new record!"

"The youngest player to score on his national team debut!"

"17 years old! His future is still far away; his story with the national team has only just begun!"

He Wei explained with great excitement.

At the Hongdu Olympic Sports Center Stadium, people, led by fan groups, cheered in unison.

"Boom boom boom! China! Awesome!"

"Knock knock knock! Qin Ming! Awesome!"

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Qin Ming waved vigorously towards the stands, enjoying the cheers that were ringing out for him.

This feels completely different from scoring a goal at a club.

"I thought you were going to pass the ball; my legs are cramping from running."

Wu Lei rubbed his thigh vigorously.

"Ha ha."

Qin Ming didn't say anything, he just chuckled twice.

He was selfish when it came to scoring goals.

There's nothing wrong with admitting that.

In his view, a striker who doesn't want to score isn't a good striker.

Take the previous situation as an example. If he was confident in getting past Winston Reed, then even if Wu Lei was in a good position, he wouldn't choose to pass the ball to him.

"Let's go, we're leading by two goals, let's stabilize the rhythm and carry the score into the locker room."

Zheng Zhi glanced at the scoreboard and realized that there wasn't much time left.

He was quite satisfied with how well they played today, considering that Qin Ming had only been there for less than a week and had only trained and practiced together a handful of times.

If they train together more in the future and develop better teamwork, they will definitely achieve better results in the Asian Cup.

"Let's go! Whoever scores tonight treats us! We're going to Chang'an for the next game anyway, let's have mutton stew!"

Yu Hai said with a grin.

Perrin, standing on the sidelines, clapped lightly, seemingly unsurprised.

Partly because he understood Qin Ming's capabilities, and partly because he was very detail-oriented and pragmatic.

During training, from the moment the goalkeeper throws the ball to launch the attack, how the two center-backs and two defenders position themselves, who receives the ball first, and how the defensive midfielder supports them are all discussed.

He explained it in great detail.

Moreover, if there is a problem, he will immediately call a halt.

He talked about the issue of maintaining and connecting the entire formation many times, especially.

As for being pragmatic.

When he discovered that some players lacked basic skills, he immediately stopped tactical drills and focused on basic training.

If you replaced him with Camacho, would he have lowered his stance and let the players practice their basic skills?

Qin Ming was also used as a teaching template, showing his teammates the gap between them. Even though it was just the simplest movement, he did it differently.

The basics of football are nothing more than passing, controlling, dribbling, and shooting, but the details could fill a book.

The strength, angle, body posture, and so on are all carefully considered.

Therefore, these two goals were not unexpected for him.

With a two-goal lead, the Chinese team, under Perrin's signal, began to solidify their midfield.

New Zealand continued their high-ball tactics, attempting to break through the opponent's defense with long passes and create opportunities to threaten the goal.

"Zhang Linpeng's judgment of the landing point is very accurate!"

"It's said that several European teams have expressed interest in him. I wonder if China can produce another player from one of the top five European leagues!"

"Wow! New Zealand chose to advance down the wing, sending a cross into the penalty area at a 45-degree angle!"

"Wang Dalei! He reached out and scooped the ball away, giving Wood no chance to get a shot off!"

"Beep-beep! The referee blows his whistle to signal the end of the first half. The score is currently China 2-0 New Zealand!"

(End of this chapter)