Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 81 A steep and sharp arc breaches the Saudi goal! (4)

"CCTV! CCTV!"

"We are now broadcasting live the first round of Group B matches in the 26th AFC Asian Cup!"

"China vs. Saudi Arabia!"

Let's take a look at the starting lineups for both teams!

"The team wearing red jerseys is China. Perrin has deployed a 4-2-3-1 formation. Goalkeeper:..."

"Just like in the previous friendly matches, Perrin's decision not to bring Guangzhou Evergrande players such as Zhang Xizhe, Feng Xiaoting and Yu Dabao before the Asian Cup caused a lot of controversy."

"But he still insisted on using young players, appointing Qin Ming as the core of the attacking line, and choosing Wang Dalei as the starting goalkeeper."

"To undertake such sweeping reforms in his first major tournament is, in my opinion, nothing short of a gamble. It's a bet by Perrin, using his professional football knowledge and understanding of the players against public opinion."

"So this match is his chance to prove himself."

"Let's take a look at Saudi Arabia's lineup. Olăroiu has fielded a 4-4-2 formation, with the goalkeeper as..."

"Judging from Saudi Arabia's two recent warm-up matches, their attacks mainly focus on positional play in the middle, and their defense in the middle is equally tight. South Korea's ability to penetrate through the middle is already very strong in Asia, and in the end, they only found a breakthrough through set pieces and counter-attacks."

"Perhaps that is why Perrin chose two defensive midfielders to withstand the opponent's attacks."

"Alright, with the referee's whistle, the match has begun!"

Brisbane Stadium.

The cheers of Chinese fans rose higher and higher, echoing in every corner of the green field.

After a series of passes, the football came to Qin Ming's feet.

Perrin's idea for this match was simple: Saudi Arabia is typically strong on the right and weak on the left, so they cannot afford to play passively on the defensive.

Instead, they should use Qin Ming's individual abilities to suppress Saudi Arabia's strong right flank.

"Go up! Go up!"

Saudi captain Hariri directed his teammates to rush forward, and upon hearing this, Dawasari decisively pounced on the opportunity.

Olăroiu's defensive tactics are very simple.

After all, he only coached Saudi Arabia for half a month, and at best he couldn't come up with any outstanding tactics.

confrontation!

Overwhelm Qin Ming with a jungle of muscles, preventing him from unleashing his personal abilities.

Qin Ming observed Dawasari's movements, lowered his center of gravity, and turned sideways without giving an inch.

My buddy, you're facing full-backs who are close to 190cm tall in the Bundesliga. If you can't beat them, you can certainly beat them.
Moreover, Qin Ming had a strong impression of this guy.

Who?
He was the captain and key player of Saudi Arabia when he watched the World Cup qualifiers before he traveled through time.

Bang! The sound of muscles colliding, transmitted through the close-up sound system, made Davasari feel as if he had hit a wall, and the force of the impact made him sway uncontrollably.

Qin Ming took advantage of the situation to push the ball and accelerate away.

"Wow! Qin Ming, who usually seems to have average physicality in the Bundesliga, is clearly a level above in the Asian Cup!"

"Look closely at his and Davasari's physiques, Qin Ming seems to be much stronger than the other guy!"

"Muwallad charges in!"

Facing Jeddah Nacional's key full-back, Qin Ming did not attempt a breakthrough himself, but instead passed the ball across to the center.

The moment after he passed the ball, Saudi Arabia's defensive midfielder Hariri and center-back Al-Hasavi formed a pincer movement, and if he had been even slightly slower, the ball might have been intercepted.

"Good post!"

Zheng Zhi, who was following up, admired Qin Ming's vision even more than he had thought, and it seemed that he had made a lot of progress during this period.

In this match, Perrin's choice of pairing Zheng Zhi and Wu Xi was not solely for the purpose of strengthening the defense.

More importantly, it improves organization and transmission efficiency.

Wenger's disciples can defend, but they will never give up attacking.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Zhi advanced to the left flank and, before Hariri could press him, delivered a through ball.

"Yu Hai!"

Once hailed as the "Chinese Robben," he is no longer the young man who chased the wind after undergoing three major surgeries on both knees.

The lost speed can then be compensated for with physical strength and execution.

After his transformation, his technical characteristics are similar to those of Olić.

He barely managed to hold off Osman with his back to goal and passed the ball to the left rear.

Qin Ming could see clearly from not far away that Wu Lei rushed out at an extremely fast speed, caught up with the ball, and unleashed a powerful shot.

Bang! The football slammed towards the near post, but unfortunately, the point of contact wasn't right, and it missed the target.

But the Chinese team launched a threatening attack right from the start, which greatly excited the Chinese fans in the stadium.

"Bang bang bang! Go China!"

"Bang bang bang! Team China! Victory is assured!"

The sounds of drums and cheers rang out continuously.

"Damn it! I was a beat too slow in my run, so I had to shoot hastily."

Wu Lei scratched his head regretfully.

"It's okay, just keep playing like this, there's still a chance!"

Qin Ming turned his neck and felt his body getting warm, preparing to go all out.

Muwalad, who was standing next to him, was a little scared.

Although Qin Ming didn't attack him directly, the highlights he had seen before seemed to replay in his mind.

I always think a lot when I'm on defense.

What if he's a cow's tail? What if he's a rainbow leaping across the sky?
That's how much pressure there is.

Immediately, he remembered the head coach's instructions, puffed out his cheeks, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Saudi Arabia habitually slows down the pace!"

“When Caro was in charge, he emphasized speed and power, and he used this characteristic to defeat Iraq.”

"I wonder why they changed their coach at the last minute?"

"Here it comes, Davasari's breakthrough, trying to outmaneuver Mei Fang!"

"Great! Although his assist ability isn't great, his defense is still solid!"

Mei Fang, with excellent positioning, immediately blocked the ball and escorted it out of bounds.

He looked around when the ball was out of bounds, then threw it directly along the sideline.

With his back to Muwallad, Qin Ming faced the ball in the air, lightly flicked it upwards with his right foot, and then turned around.

Looking at the rainbow overhead, Muwallad knew it was too late to chase after it.

He simply grabbed and pulled, and then pretended to stumble, stepping on Qin Ming.

"Damn it!" Qin Ming felt a sharp pain in his calf after being pulled to the ground.

The SG spikes worn by professional athletes are extremely dangerous.

If you get scratched in a head-on confrontation, it's likely to result in a wound that requires dozens of stitches.

Wow! The game had barely started when the Saudi team committed a serious foul.

Chinese fans in the stands immediately erupted in a string of swear words, cursing Muwallad's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The players on the field immediately surrounded the referee, shoving him between them.

"Fuck your mother, are you kicking a ball or a person? Doesn't that kind of action warrant a red card?"

"I fell down and didn't see it. It wasn't intentional; it was just bad luck!"

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The players from both sides gave conflicting accounts, and the coaching benches on the sidelines were in complete chaos.

Perrin pointed at Olăroiu and berated him, "No wonder you were fired by Al Ain. How can you teach players to play like this? Do you have any manners?"

"Who do you think you are to dare teach me?"

Olăroiu jumped three feet high, even though he's a tough guy.

How powerful is it?
He got into a fight with Maradona while coaching in the UAE.

Brisbane Stadium.

Zheng Zhi stared at Muwadra for a while, then glanced at Davasari next to him.

The meaning is already quite obvious.

Dawasari felt wronged. "It wasn't me who did anything wrong, why should I bear the consequences?" he thought. "Damn it, that bastard kicked me pretty hard. I'll see if I give him a taste of his own medicine later."

Qin Ming took off his basketball socks and found several bloody scratches on the back of his calves.

But the bones and tendons should not be injured, otherwise the pain would definitely be more intense.

When his teammates saw that Qin Ming was alright, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and their gazes toward the Saudi team members became even colder.

"Sir, this is the first and last time. The yellow card is a warning and punishment for you. Do not engage in similar dangerous behavior again."

The referee finally managed to get the situation under control and immediately showed Muwadra a yellow card.

Regardless of whether the foul was intentional or unintentional, if an opponent is injured, a card should be issued.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be considered a foul if someone unintentionally raised their leg too high?

"What a pity," Olăroiu murmured from the coaching bench. He had hoped to get Qin Ming off the field in one go, which would greatly increase Saudi Arabia's chances of winning the game.

But things didn't go as he expected; instead, Muwadra received a yellow card.

Next, the Chinese team will definitely seize the opportunity to launch a fierce attack down the left flank, squeezing out every benefit that this yellow card can bring, and even getting Muwadra sent off after receiving two yellow cards.

Should we change the player or not?

Olăroiu knew he absolutely couldn't switch, otherwise no one could restrain Qin Ming.

Their own defensive system can also collapse due to loss of control on the flanks.

After finishing his curses, Perrin pointed to the right flank and said, "Saudi Arabia's attention is all on the left now. Let Ji Xiang and Zhang Chengdong try to break through and find opportunities to coordinate with the middle. Let's see if we can take the lead in the first half."

He knew that Qin Ming's injury had given the team a huge advantage.

Then he can't afford to waste it.

The game has already started, and Qin Ming remains very active after the free kick is taken from the left.

Saudi Arabia has also unknowingly shifted its defensive resources to other areas.

"Pass the ball!"

Qin Ming and Zheng Zhi exchanged a few passes before Qin Ming cut across to the middle to receive the ball. Before the Saudi players could surround him, he went straight for Wu Xi behind him.

He is no longer limited to the flanks.

Because Wu Lei's playmaking ability is average, strictly speaking, he is not an attacking midfielder, but a shadow striker.

Therefore, the responsibility of organizing the team fell to Qin Ming, Zheng Zhi, and Wu Xi.

Moreover, this will disrupt the opponent's man-to-man defense.

The Chinese team's continuous passing and cutting combinations in the middle disrupted Saudi Arabia's defense.

When Hariri saw Qin Ming suddenly change direction and cut diagonally behind Muwallad from the center circle, he immediately shouted, "Watch out!"

Instantly, the Saudi team members' eyes shifted and locked onto Qin Ming, who was sprinting.

Star players are called star players precisely because of their undeniable brilliance.

Seeing this, Wu Xi no longer hesitated and sent out a long diagonal pass with his left foot.

Thud! The football flew towards the right wing, and Ji Xiang sprinted after it, but failed to stop it properly on his first attempt.

This gave the Saudi players time to get back on defense.

But then Zhang Chengdong made a run down the flank and shouted, which greatly encouraged Ji Xiang, who immediately passed the ball over from the side.

"Zhang Chengdong dribbled past Shahrani!"

"Cross from the byline to the near post!"

"Wu Lei! A diving header! Oh dear, it's blocked by Abdullah!"

The fans in the stadium sighed with regret.

The ball was headed out of the penalty area by Osman, but Zheng Zhi, who had pushed forward, got the second ball.

He glanced around and, finding no space to shoot, simply passed the ball to Qin Ming on the left.

Qin Ming hadn't even received the ball when he saw Muwallad rushing towards him.

Snap! A last-minute flick of the ball caused Muwallad to miss completely.

Do you still dare to break the rules?
dare not.

Muwalad didn't even dare to extend his hand, and his movements became much smaller.

After all, he had a yellow card on his record.

After creating space, Qin Ming felt a little uncomfortable because in the Bundesliga, after he got past the defender, he had almost no time to adjust before someone would come to cover him.

Then
Qin Ming didn't hesitate any longer. He took a step to the side and forward, opened his right arm to stretch his body, and swung his right leg up and quickly landed.

At the same time, the Saudi players realized that the opposing player number 13 was about to shoot.

Most importantly, this distance is within his firing range.

"Block it!"

"careful!"

Saudi Arabia's defenders and goalkeeper hurriedly called out to warn them.

But then they heard a muffled thud, and saw Qin Ming's right foot rub against the middle of the football, giving it strong friction.

Bang! A steep and sharp arc appeared in the air, spinning as it flew towards the top left corner of the goal.

Riyadh Youth's starting goalkeeper, Abdullah, stretched his 196cm frame to its fullest extent.

A side-dive!

But when he felt something slide across his fingertips, his heart instantly turned ice-cold.

Swish! The crisp sound of the football spinning along the net echoed clearly in the ears of every Saudi player.

1-0! ! !

"Pretty!"

"The goal went in!"

"Facing an opponent we hadn't beaten in 18 years, Qin Ming used an incredibly tricky chip shot to help the Chinese team take the lead!"

"Look at those excited Chinese fans, they have far more pain than joy!"

"Hopefully, this Asian Cup can be a turning point!"

Let's cheer each other on!

He Wei was so excited that his voice was trembling.

At Brisbane Stadium, more than 10,000 Chinese fans, after a moment of stunned silence, erupted in loud cheers.

"Qin Ming is awesome!"

"Defeat Saudi Arabia!"

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Red flags fluttered in the wind in the stands as the spectators expressed their deep-seated passion with hysterical shouts.

On the field, after scoring a goal, Qin Ming felt his emotions amplified a hundredfold, sliding on his knees in the corner flag area to feel the dampness of the grass.

This is his first goal in an official match for the national team!
This also marked the beginning of his national team story!
"Beautiful! Qin Ming, look at that curveball of yours! I bet not many people can kick it like that!"

Zheng Zhi patted Qin Ming's back with a slightly frantic slap.

God knows how much pressure he used to carry on his shoulders.

Now he has finally seen hope, and no matter how tired or bitter he is, it is all worth it because he has something to look forward to in life.

"We're in the lead!" Wu Lei laughed heartily while hugging Qin Ming.

One moment he was frustrated that his header hadn't gone in, and the next he saw Qin Ming chip the ball into the Saudi goal. The feeling of going from hell to heaven in a second was indescribably exhilarating.

"Score a few more goals against them, and let them start calculating goal difference too!"

Qin Ming made no attempt to hide his disgust for Saudi Arabia.

Having just been stepped on by Muwallad, he was seething with anger, and naturally, he was going to retaliate fiercely after scoring.

If it weren't for national team matches, he would have gone to the Saudi Arabian bench to celebrate long ago.

"Great! I wonder how well they do in math!"

Zheng Zhi's tone was slightly bitter.

That's how Chinese football fans used to be.

Before the end of each group stage, they would start calculating complex math problems to see how many conditions needed to be met to advance.

(End of this chapter)