Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 73 Qin Ming, out of sorts, scores with all his might.
"Wow! A smooth baseline dribble and a goal!"

"Qin Ming delivered a perfect goal-scoring performance!"

"Look at every touch of his ball; it perfectly demonstrates what ball control and refined technique truly mean!"

"Asia's rising star shines at the Mauroy Stadium!"

Zhan Jun was very excited.

The Lille fans in the stadium also put aside their prejudices and gave him a sincere and enthusiastic round of applause.

The agile young man on the field reminded them of a familiar figure.

He set the record for the youngest player to appear in Ligue 1 during the 2007-08 season, and he was also the youngest goalscorer in Ligue 1 during the 2008-09 season.

He was 17 years old that year.

He eventually won the French Ligue 1 title and the French Cup with his team.

His name is Eden Hazard.

Although their technical styles are not similar, their natural flair in every gesture is quite alike.

"How wonderful it would be if we could have players like that again."

"Eden is playing very well at Chelsea, and they might meet soon."

Was Eden ever as strong as this Chinese kid?

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The Lille fans' faces were filled with envy. Looking at Qin Ming and then at Origi, they felt that the latter was just so-so, without anything that left a deep impression on them.

Not far away, Origi watched as the applause and praise that should have been his went viral, and he was so jealous he was almost going crazy.

However, while football is a sport full of passion, it also requires composure.

After the start of the second half, Origi was too eager to score, but wasted several opportunities.

In the 67th minute, Wolfsburg seized an opportunity to counter-attack, and Perisic scored the winning goal.

The match ended with Wolfsburg defeating Lille 3-1.

"Kevin, it seems like most of you Belgian players started your careers in Ligue 1?"

Qin Ming asked curiously.

"Because France's elite program is to gather outstanding young players together in a small town near Paris, the Clairefontaine training ground, you know?"

De Bruyne, however, knew this well: "Zidane, Henry, Anelka, Pogba, they all came from there."

“Our country is not as rich as France, so the Football Association will cover part of the player transfer fees and send them to leagues such as Ligue 1 and Eredivisie for training.”

The football world can summarize Belgium's youth training model in one sentence: 50% relies on the Netherlands, 20% on France, and 30% on its own development.

"Oh, that sounds good."

Qin Ming rubbed his chin.

He felt that domestic companies could learn from this, but as for whether it would be successful, he wasn't a professional and couldn't draw an accurate conclusion.

Besides, who can predict the future?

The day after the Europa League group stage ended, the Chinese national football team played against Kyrgyzstan in a friendly match, which Qin Ming watched on television.

Ultimately, the Chinese team won 4-0 thanks to goals from Wu Lei, Zheng Zhi, and others. If they can also beat Palestine, they could potentially break into the top eight in the Asian rankings.

However, Qin Ming didn't have time to pay attention to it anymore, as another Bundesliga match was approaching.

"Wolfsburg seemed a bit tired after just playing in the Europa League. After Dost scored a header in the first half, they had six shots on target in 30 minutes, but all of them were saved by Paderborn goalkeeper Kruse!"

"Hey, look at Paderborn's quick counter-attack! Kruse kicks the ball long up the pitch to Kachunga!"

"Congolese people are rushing to ferry people to Mea!"

"Single sword!"

"Beautiful! Mea beat Benaglio and equalized in the 59th minute!"

Wolfsburg has proven the adage: wasting opportunities will be punished!

Volkswagen Arena.

Qin Ming, supporting his knees, gasped for breath, exhaling puffs of white mist.

He could tell he wasn't feeling well today. Maybe it was because he'd been playing too many games lately, or maybe it was the cold weather; something just wasn't right.

Should we continue to force ourselves to stay in this situation?
He glanced at the scoreboard and decided to persevere for another ten minutes.

The main reason is that by this time of year, everyone is exhausted and just looking forward to a good rest during the winter break.

If he is substituted off, Wolfsburg's attack will become even more difficult.

This essentially puts all the pressure on De Bruyne.

"Kevin, you can pass the ball deeper."

Qin Ming said to De Bruyne.

"Okay! Then pay attention to your position. I noticed their full-backs like to push forward. I'll have Schäfer coordinate with you then."

De Bruyne nodded.

The camera panned to the sidelines of the court.

Dieter Hecking's usually calm face showed a hint of worry. He could tell that the players weren't in good form, but they were already two points behind Bayern.

If they can't get points from newly promoted Paderborn, it will be even more difficult to catch up in the later stages of the league.

Just as he was pondering how to adjust, a startled exclamation rang in his ears.

After scoring, Paderborn didn't want to be suppressed anymore and instead wanted to use the speed of the wings to launch a counter-attack. Today's starting left defensive midfielder, Arnold, was very effective.

After all, his ability to emerge from Wolfsburg's youth academy and escape Magath's drastic purges every six months is enough to demonstrate his capabilities.

His trademark is "all-purpose".

With an average of 2.5 interceptions per game, he can effectively fulfill his defensive responsibilities in the defensive midfield position.

"Stobokamp is trying to get past Schäfer!"

"He got distracted for a moment, Arnold went for the steal!"

Wolfsburg regains possession!

After intercepting the ball, Arnold quickly looked up. He is not a defensive midfielder like Maranda who only knows how to defend. On the contrary, he has a strong offensive ability and a wide field of vision.

Arnold spotted De Bruyne's position and delivered the pass in a clean and efficient manner.

De Bruyne did the same; he had already observed the ball before receiving it and curled an exaggerated low arc with his right foot.

Snap! The football bypassed Paderborn's midfield interception line and landed precisely in front of the sprinting Qin Ming.

Qin Ming breathed in the cold air, his gaze fixed intently on the goal.

He knew he wasn't in good shape.

Instead of fancy moves, he simply swayed slightly behind him and charged forward.

Stohadick clearly hadn't expected this.

In a brief moment of surprise, Qin Ming rushed out of the shooting space and swept the ball towards the far corner.

Kruse, who had previously made several brilliant saves, could only helplessly watch the ball whiz past him this time.

2-1! ! !

Wolfsburg regained the lead with a quick counter-attack!

"De Bruyne's rainbow curveball has become his signature move, and Qin Ming didn't waste the opportunity!"

"What surprised me was that he chose a conventional way to get rid of himself!"

"But as the saying goes, the simplest way is the best. No matter how complicated the feint, it's not as effective as a powerful strike!"

Amid the loud cheers of the Wolfsburg fans, Qin Ming lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

Exhausted. This goal seemed to have drained his energy, leaving him with a feeling of weakness and emptiness, like after a cold.

"Is he running a fever?"

Qin Ming wiped the sweat from his face and gestured towards the coaching bench.

After he was substituted by Aaron Hunt, Dieter Black urged him to go to the locker room so that he could go back and rest and avoid aggravating his discomfort.

(End of this chapter)