Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 82 Rainbow Flick Assist for Wu Lei! Perrin's Full-Burning Mouth (5)

Courtside.

"Hey! You, the guy who fought with Maradona, didn't you say before the match that you were going to beat us for twenty years? Didn't you prepare special tactics to limit Qin Ming?"

Perrin is quite similar to Wenger at heart. On the surface, he appears refined and easy-going, but once someone crosses his line, he becomes cold and even mean.

Hearing Perrin's sarcastic remarks, Olăroiu couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Previously, when he fought with Maradona, he was able to stand on high and engage in verbal sparring with him, relying on his victory in the match.

What can he say now?
"Sir, why did you let Qin score? Is it because you don't want to limit him anymore? Then I must thank you properly."

Perrin became even more excited when he saw Olăroiu remain silent.

"Shut your filthy mouth! The game isn't over yet, who says you're guaranteed to win!"

Olăroiu finally snapped, pointing his finger at Perrin and yelling.

Perrin wasn't angry at all. He shrugged casually and said, "Then let's wait until the game is over and see if you can win for twenty years."

While they were exchanging barbs off the court, they weren't idle on the court either.

The Saudi team was determined to equalize the score.

However, the Chinese team had plenty of energy, maintained a good defensive formation, and had no weaknesses in their midfield and forward positioning.

The defense is tightly linked.

"Saudi Arabia faces numerous difficulties in using a transmission propulsion system to cross the 30-meter line!"

"Even the Chinese team's pressing in midfield put a lot of pressure on the Saudi team, making them look flustered!"

"Qin Ming! He was very active in defense today, and he cooperated with Zheng Zhi to intercept the ball from Davasari!"

"Fight back!"

Amid the drumming of the fans at the stadium, Qin Ming received a pass from Zheng Zhi while running, and then accelerated forward.

Muwallad dared not make any more easy tackles.

He had a strange premonition that if he dared to make a move, he would definitely be beaten.

He adhered to the principle of forcing rather than grabbing, aiming to first force Qin Ming to the sideline before coordinating with his teammates to surround and grab him.

Qin Ming understood his plan perfectly. He flicked the ball with his right foot and cut towards the center, aiming to disrupt Saudi Arabia's territory and create opportunities amidst the chaos.

At the same time, Wu Lei cleverly ran to the left, into the space behind Muwallad.

Qin Ming's eyes lit up when he saw it.

Indeed, Wu Lei may lack other abilities, but his positioning is definitely world-class.

No wonder some people call him the "beggar version of Inzaghi".

Qin Ming didn't even think about breaking through; instead, he turned his head to the right and passed the ball to the left.

"Wow! Qin Ming's signature no-look pass is getting more and more skillful now!"

"Wu Lei!"

"Let's see how he handles this ball?"

Wu Lei's dribbling accuracy isn't high, but fortunately he's created enough space, making it difficult for the nearest center-back, Hausavi, to put too much pressure on him.

After making sufficient adjustments, Wu Lei aimed for the near post and unleashed a powerful shot.

Bang! Just as the ball was about to cross the goal line, Abdullah made a crucial diving save to save Saudi Arabia.

"Watch out for point two!"

The Saudi team members were overjoyed, but then tensed up and quickly searched for the figure.

Done!

They watched intently as the football fell in front of China's number 13.

How come you're so lucky?
Qin Ming didn't expect that after controlling the ball with his chest, he would make a volley shot.

Despite their complaints, the Saudi players were quick to block and shut down the attack.

Their captain, Hariri, in particular, charged forward recklessly, displaying a fearless spirit, as if he were willing to shield others from a cannonball.

Hariri squinted, bracing himself for a painful blow.

suddenly!

He heard a crisp sound, and when he looked up, he was horrified.

Not a shot!

The Chinese fans at the scene were also deceived, but before they could even exclaim in surprise, they saw the football rise like a rainbow and land on the left side of the penalty area.

There, Wu Lei looked completely bewildered as the football flew towards him.

That's not how it's played in China!
His subconscious urge kicked in, and he swung his right foot to poke the ball!

This time, Abdullah couldn't save the team; the ball was firmly blocked by the net.

2-0! ! !

"Well done, China!"

"Qin Ming effortlessly chipped the ball over Wu Lei in front of the penalty area, setting up Wu Lei for another goal with a volley!"

"China extends its lead in the 39th minute!"

"We're already 2-0 up against Saudi Arabia!"

"Before the match, all the media outlets believed that Saudi Arabia, a three-time Asian Cup champion, would win the game!"

"But Perrin's young national team used effective tactics and outstanding individual abilities to defeat the Desert Eagle before the end of the first half!"

He Wei was so excited that he pinched his thigh, afraid that everything he was seeing was a dream.

Only when he felt the pain in his thigh did he finally relax and enjoy the joy of scoring.

On the field, Wu Lei was also enjoying his goal, and he ran to kiss the team badge.

To be honest, during this period of time, he felt the gap between himself and Qin Ming, which also fueled his desire to study abroad.

This goal became the trigger.

"Isn't it awesome! Let me tell you, scoring a goal in one of the top five European leagues, with tens of thousands of people cheering for you in the stadium, is a completely different feeling!"

Qin Ming shouted in Wu Lei's ear.

Zheng Zhi and others also gathered around and took pictures of the two of them repeatedly.

This is how they express their excitement.

"Hey! What if we ruin the photos they took?"

Zheng Zhi felt a pang of sympathy.

"Brother Zheng, why didn't you feel bad when you tackled me in the league? You absolutely can't be biased!"

Ji Xiang was joking.

"If you can score 10 goals in the Bundesliga, I'll cherish you like the apple of my eye."

Zheng Zhi raised an eyebrow.

"That's too difficult. You should just tackle me instead."

Ji Xiang's words made Qin Ming and the others burst into laughter; they hadn't yet discovered Ji Xiang's comedic talent.

Compared to the jubilation of the Chinese national football team, the Saudi players looked like they had swallowed a fly. They were clearly the dominant side, so how could they have been suppressed like this?
Is it really possible for a player from one of the top five European leagues to transform a team?

No.

Football is an 11-player sport, and no matter how strong a player is, there are only so many things he can do.

It was Perrin who truly helped the Chinese national football team improve.

Wenger's disciples advocate attacking football and have experience managing small clubs, so they know how to help the relatively weak national team play to its strengths and avoid its weaknesses.

Especially during the transition between offense and defense.

The Chinese national football team's previously mediocre passing game has been transformed into something quite skillful.

That's the key to both goals.

On the coaching bench, Olăroiu looked grim and pointed at Shamrani on the substitutes' bench, saying, "Nasser warms up at halftime, and you'll come on at the start of the second half."

At this point, he could no longer care that Shamrani had just recovered; he had to use forceful methods to strengthen the attack.

As the newly crowned Asian Footballer of the Year, Shamrani's ability is beyond doubt. If he can score, Saudi Arabia's passive situation will be broken.

Shamrani nodded vigorously, but his gaze remained fixed on Qin Ming.

Once someone becomes famous, others will try to step on them to get ahead.

Shamrani also wants to play in one of the top five leagues. So, if he performs better than Qin Ming today, will he be able to attract the attention of European clubs? Beep-beep!
As Olăroiu pondered how to turn the tide, the first half ended with the final whistle.

Back in the locker room, Perrin didn't laugh, because he knew the Chinese national team's characteristics: dragons in the first half, worms in the second half.

The stamina that allows someone to play for 90 minutes in the Chinese Super League often comes to a halt after 60 or 70 minutes in higher-intensity international matches.

When he took over as the coach of the national football team, his first priority was to increase physical training.

But this isn't something you can learn overnight; it requires consistent practice over time.

"The 60-minute mark in the second half is a crucial point; there's no doubt the opponent will seize the opportunity to attack."

Perrin's tone hardened: "I don't care what methods you use, you have to hold on! Maintain the integrity of the formation, don't reduce the intensity of the interception, and most importantly, focus on the attack!"

"Don't be fooled by our two-goal lead. In football, a lead is useless. Manchester United can score two goals in the last few minutes, and Liverpool can score three goals in six minutes!"

What I'm trying to say is, never underestimate your opponent!

Perrin's powerful voice shattered the complacency of the Chinese national football team players.

Qin Ming, leaning against the locker door, glanced around. In fact, he had noticed before the end of the first half that his teammates were a bit complacent after taking a two-goal lead.

He can understand, but he cannot agree.

If he hadn't only recently joined the national team, he would have said even more vulgar things than Perrin.

Having not beaten Saudi Arabia for seventeen years, they're already complacent after only leading for a few tens of minutes?
Is it that they think too highly of themselves or don't treat the other person as a human being?

"Alright, I just like to be upfront about the unpleasant things. Actually, you played quite well in the first half, executed the tactics I arranged before the match, and brought a lot of surprises in attack."

Perrin's experience coaching small teams taught him when to discipline and when to reward.

As expected, after Perrin went through this process, the eyes of the national team players became much clearer.

Qin Ming thought to himself that Pei Lan was truly a remarkable person.

"The 2-0 lead in the first half proves that we are no weaker than our opponents, so everyone is determined to fight to the end and strive for a winning start!"

Zheng Zhi didn't serve as captain for so many years for nothing.

"Look what they did for me, guys!"

Qin Ming pointed to the bruises on his calves, "I have to win this match no matter what, so I can have a better attitude afterward. Good luck!"

"come on! Come on!"

Wu Lei and others echoed this sentiment.

Before leaving the locker room, Qin Ming patted Wang Dalei on the shoulder and gave him a warm smile: "Your child was just born, right? Let's give you a victory as a belated birthday present!"

"You dare call yourself 'uncle'? You're only 17 years older than my son!"

Wang Dalei was both amused and exasperated.

Beep! ! !
With the referee's whistle.

The second half begins, and Saudi Arabia has possession of the ball.

"The newly substituted Shamrani plays for the Riyadh youth team, and something very interesting happened to him recently."

"During the AFC Champions League final that ended last December, he lost his composure after failing to win the title at home and spat at Western Sydney Wanderers players."

"I don't know if he learned it from Pogba, but he ended up being suspended for three matches by the AFC, unfortunately not including national team matches."

He Wei thought how great it would be if FIFA intervened and prevented Shamrani from participating in the Asian Cup.

On the field, Shamrani dropped back to midfield to receive the ball, displaying the strongest attacking desire among the Saudi team.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to score 31 goals last season and become the league's top scorer.

After dodging Wu Xi twice in a row, he was ready to shoot.

Sizzle! Zheng Zhi, who came to cover, used a vicious flying tackle to knock down both the player and the ball.

How did Cissé break his leg?

It's not that we encourage malicious fouls, but Zheng Zhi was decisive from start to finish when he tackled the ball.

Besides, Muwadra's previous malicious foul was purely aimed at the player, not the ball.

The target of this retaliation is your team's core player.

"Let's take a look at the replay. When they reached the point of the tackle, one of them tried to accelerate, while the other decisively made the tackle!"

"No problem, I touched the ball first."

"That shouldn't constitute a yellow card, even though there was a follow-up action."

On the field, Shamrani clutched his legs and wailed, but unfortunately, his acting skills were lacking.

They can't compare to the top students who graduated from La Masia Film Academy.

The referee from Australia approached and said, "You need to make your follow-up move smaller, otherwise I'll issue a card next time."

After much consideration, he decided not to give a card; otherwise, the Saudi player should have received a red card for the blow Qin Ming received at the very beginning of the match.

Zheng Zhi tightened his captain's armband and accepted the verbal warning.

However, Shamrani's teammates were relentless, surrounding the referee and trying to force him to change his decision, using their numbers to create psychological pressure.

This is also a common tactic in professional matches.

But the referee stuck to his decision.

Fairness! It doesn't mean strictly adhering to the referee's manual, but rather that the standards for judging both teams should be consistent.

After a long struggle, the game finally restarted.

"Shamrani is quite selfish when playing in the league, but after being dealt with by Zheng Zhi, he seems to have become much more obedient."

"But after he came on, Saudi Arabia's midfield advances were noticeably smoother."

"careful!"

After being tackled by Zheng Zhi, Shamrani intentionally or unintentionally avoided the left side, trying to break the deadlock by targeting Wu Xi.

It's true that when his teammate broke through on the flank, Wu Xi instinctively went to cover, which created an opening on his right side.

Upon seeing this, the Saudi winger passed the ball directly to Shamrani, who received it, flicked it forward, and before Zheng Zhi could rush over to block it, unleashed a powerful shot.

Bang! The powerful shot was of high quality, whistling through the air as it flew toward the right side of the goal.

crucial moment!

Despite Perrin's strong opposition, Wang Dalei lunged sideways.

Thud! The football was blocked by a large hand, deflected, and slammed under the crossbar.

Hazazi in front of the goal wanted to take a follow-up shot.

After landing, Wang Dalei lunged forward and pressed the ball firmly into his arms.

"Beautiful! Big Thunder!"

Qin Ming and his teammates praised him loudly.

These crucial saves are really morale-boosting.

Wang Dalei grinned, picked up the ball, and stood up. After his teammates were in position, he turned and kicked the ball to the left front.

This was Perrin's request.

Don't let Qin Ming's relatively short stature fool you; that's because he's in Germany, where the average altitude is quite high.

What about the Asian Cup?

The average height of the Saudi team is only 178cm.

Qin Ming kept pushing Muwadra back, easily controlling the ball with his chest.

Unfortunately, Davasari attacked from the front.

Is this an attempt to trap them?
Qin Ming remained completely unfazed; in fact, he found it quite interesting.

With a flick of the right foot, a control of the thigh, and a head header, the football seemed to be magically rising and falling in the air.

Muwadra and Davasari, on the other hand, resembled clowns who tried to steal the ball but couldn't even touch it.

Moreover, Muwadra discovered that even when he tried to pull on the figure, he couldn't restrain the agile one in front of him.

"Wow! Look at his control of the football, it's like something out of a martial arts novel, he's reached the point where he's one with the ball!"

"The narrow flank became his stage, and after a series of lobbed passes, he suddenly delivered a pass!"

"Zheng Zhi!"

Just when people thought Qin Ming was going to take matters into his own hands and continue to dribble past the Saudi wing duo, he passed the ball to Zheng Zhi, who was making a forward run.

(End of this chapter)