Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 83 A phenomenal Asian Cup debut, time is running out for Saudi Arabia! (6)

Brisbane Stadium.

People were still marveling at Qin Ming's dreamlike dance moves when they were shocked to find that the football had been passed out.

Zheng Zhi received the ball and moved towards the flank, quickly looking left and right, as if to find Ji Xiang who was making a forward run.

In reality, he delivered a diagonal pass with his right foot!
People's gaze followed the line of sight ahead and suddenly realized that the football, after circling around, had returned to that person's feet.

Qin Ming's fluttering clothes seemed to tell of his speed.

I can't outrun Perisic, I can't outrun Bellarabi, but I can outrun you, Muwallad?

Two steps! After passing the ball, Qin Ming only needed two steps to shake off Muwallad with his powerful burst of speed.

The lead became an insurmountable barrier. Muwallad gritted his teeth, but the distance did not close at all; on the contrary, it visibly widened.

Five thousand Saudi fans at the stadium held their breath, pinning their last hopes on Abdullah.

Inside the penalty area, Qin Ming looked up at the middle lane, where Yu Hai was waiting in full force.

Then he raised his right foot and slammed it out!

Because Qin Ming's glance distracted him, Abdullah fell to the ground a beat too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the ball nestled into the near corner of the goal.

3-0! ! !

"Two goals!"

"Qin Ming! He scored twice against a three-time Asian Cup champion, an opponent the Chinese national team hadn't beaten in 18 years!"

"He even provided an assist! He was involved in all three goals!"

"The Bundesliga's rising stars are also shining brightly on the Asian Cup stage!"

He Wei suddenly stood up and shouted.

Before the match, they had considered many scenarios, but no one expected Qin Ming to deliver a phenomenal performance in his Asian Cup debut.

No one in Saudi Arabia can stop him.

On the court, Qin Ming threw punches in time with the drumbeats, the veins on his neck bulging.

Cool!
No matter how many goals he scores, he sees the ball cross the goal line and make a crisp sound when it contacts the net.

That sound pleased him.

While the Chinese team players were celebrating on the field, Perrin didn't forget to show off.

He looked down at Olăroiu across from him and said, "Do you know why Maradona lost to you? Because he was on the bench, not on the pitch, but our 'Maradona' is on the pitch."

Perrin stood with his hands on his hips, looking very arrogant, and the smug expression on his face was clearly not something he learned from Wenger.

Olăroiu simply burys his head in the sand, pretending he can't hear anything for the time being, and just makes gestures towards the field.

The competition is about to reach its first crucial stage.

If they can seize the opportunity, even if they are down by three goals, they still have a chance to turn things around.

As Olăroiu had predicted, the weaknesses of the Chinese team became apparent after 60 minutes of the match.

Physical fitness declined.

Anyone who has played football knows that insufficient physical strength during a match will lead to a decline in physical strength and other aspects.

For example, Zhang Linpeng and Zheng Zhi intercepted the ball and passed it to the wing. After receiving the ball, Mei Fang did not dribble forward but instead kicked it long to clear the danger.

Because he knew that even if he advanced, Davasari would chase and steal the ball back.

He might even lose possession of the ball due to distorted movements.

However, if he kicks the ball long into the attacking third for convenience, it will make it difficult for his team to launch an attack.

Because the Saudi team was already in position, waiting for you.

The 67th minute of the game.

Saudi Arabia utilized their superior footwork and quick passing to penetrate the middle, with Shamrani, despite Wu Xi's interference, poking the ball to the advancing Hazazi.

This guy's nickname is: Saudi Drogba.

Zhang Linpeng dared not make any big moves inside the penalty area, allowing Hazazi to force his way through.

"Hazarzi fires!"

"Wang Dalei has rushed out; the danger is not over yet!"

"careful!"

He Wei's heart jumped into his throat.

Inside the penalty area, the diminutive Shamrani suddenly appeared and headed straight for the open goal with a follow-up shot.

Wang Dalei tried to make a second save, but it was too late.

3-1!

The five thousand Saudi fans in the stadium went wild, waving their arms and cheering loudly, as if it were a goal that had turned the tide of the game.

"Two balls left!"

Shamrani retrieved the football from the goal and ran back, waving two fingers as he passed Qin Ming.

"Stupid."

Qin Ming was in a bad mood. He had thought today would go smoothly, but it seemed that the national football team still had problems.

It just wasn't exposed before.

Moreover, this is not something he can solve. Even if he can dominate the Saudi flanks, if his own defense is inadequate, he won't even be able to touch the ball.

You can't just drop back to your own half to receive the ball and then dribble past everyone in one go, can you?

Maradona only had a few such opportunities in his entire career.

And won't they break the rules?
"Hehehe! Don't just stand there, I need to adjust my position, remember what I said!"

Perrin clapped his hands and shouted.

He then had Cai Huikang and Jiang Zhipeng, who had finished warming up, stand in the substitution zone and replaced left-back Mei Fang and defensive midfielder Wu Xi.

no doubt.

Perrin needs to strengthen the defense on the flanks and half-spaces to contain Saudi Arabia's central penetration and breakthroughs.

"Keep fighting! The game is almost over!"

Hearing Perrin's roar, the Chinese national football team players cheered up. In all competitive sports, it often comes down to just one thing: sheer willpower.

If you can hold on, you'll win; if you can't, you'll lose.

It's that simple.

After the game restarted, Qin Ming also consciously returned to defense to assist Jiang Zhipeng in defense.

no way.

He does like to attack, that's good.

In the era of total football, if the wingers don't track back to defend, then the defensive line will be incomplete.

Purely puts all the pressure on the full-backs.

"Jiang Zhipeng's defense is very tough! And he came on strong with plenty of energy, not giving Davasam a chance to break through!"

"The defense on the right flank has also stabilized. He should be the strongest player in the Chinese Super League, but don't let his height fool you, his average running distance per game ranks among the top in the team!"

"Since joining Shanghai SIPG in 2006, he has remained a key player and has extensive defensive experience!"

"In a sense, he liberated Zheng Zhi, allowing him to better sweep the flanks!"

On the LED panel suspended from the top of the stadium, the numbers above the scoreboard are jumping.

70 minutes, 75 minutes, 80 minutes
You could tell the Chinese team members were exhausted, but their sheer willpower kept them going.

"Go China!"

"China! Victory is certain!"

The fans in the stands had hoarse voices, but they were still shouting and cheering with all their might.

Everyone is striving for victory.

Chinese fans watching on television felt the fighting spirit that the national football team once possessed.

"Shamrani is a bit hasty, he takes a long-range shot!"

"No threat! Wang Dalei! Take it easily!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Wang Dalei lay on the grass for exactly six seconds before getting up and kicking the ball forward into the field, only after the Saudi players complained to the referee.

Wu Lei got a touch on the right side of the cross, and Qin Ming made a quick stop and a dribble towards the baseline.

But he neither passed the ball nor cut inside.

procrastination.

Stop the ball in the corner flag area and wait for the opponent to steal it. Then what?
The ball is kicked to the opponent and bounces out of bounds, resulting in a corner kick.

Qin Ming waved to Wu Lei and continued with this tactic, which was simply to delay.

"Time is running out for Saudi Arabia!"

He Wei watched as Qin Ming deliberately delayed. The Saudi players wanted to argue with the referee, but the problem was that this was in accordance with the rules.

Countless teams in the top five European leagues have used this tactic.

So, in their impotent rage, the Saudi players finally managed to win the ball back, only to hear the final whistle.

Beep-beep-beep!
"The game is over! The game is over!"

"China defeated Saudi Arabia 3-1 in their first group stage match of the 26th Asian Cup!"

"We have also broken the 18-year curse of not being able to beat Saudi Arabia in the main tournament!"

"Our team, coached by Perrin, was noticeably more composed, experienced, and full of fighting spirit compared to previous matches!"

"When Perrin was interviewed by the media before, he explained why Feng Xiaoting and Li Xuepeng were not selected for the roster by saying that their technical characteristics were too soft!"

"It now seems that the spirit and energy that Perrin wanted has translated into fierce tackling on the field!"

"Furthermore, Qin Ming, who currently plays for Wolfsburg in the Bundesliga, has proven with two goals and one assist that he can not only shine in the Bundesliga, but also attract attention in the Asian Cup!"

"Winning against Saudi Arabia gives us a significant advantage in qualifying for the next round. Hopefully, the young men of the national team can deliver an even better performance in the upcoming matches against Uzbekistan and North Korea!"

He Wei delivered his closing remarks with great emotion.

Brisbane Stadium.

Red flags fluttered in the hot wind, and every fan's forehead was covered in sweat, but they still cheered with all their might.

victory!

This is especially valuable for the Chinese national football team, which has failed to qualify for the Asian Cup for two consecutive editions.

But many people have forgotten that the Chinese national football team has won the runner-up title in the Asian Cup twice.

So what did this match prove?
This proves that as long as Chinese people play football seriously, they can play football well too.

"we won!"

As Qin Ming listened to the cheers of the fans on the green field, it felt as if he had returned to the time when he was still a fan.

He is a Manchester United fan and an Italian fan.

When Spain won, some people said: "Spain won!"

When Argentina won, some people said: "My Argentina won!"

So what did he say when the Chinese team won?

I won?

No!

He remembers saying: We won!
A person may have several favorite teams in their lifetime.

But there is only one true home team.

"we won!"

Qin Ming waved to the fans in the stands, also paying tribute to his past self.

He also saw his parents with red flags pasted on their faces.

"Look! Look! Our son is waving at us!"

Tian Man hugged Qin Zhihong excitedly.

"Hey, what's all the excitement about?" Qin Zhihong appeared calm on the surface, but a smile was actually playing on his lips.

Seeing Qin Ming's performance.

He felt proud.

"You're such a show-off! Who was shouting the loudest just now? Anyone would have thought you were the one kicking!"

Tian Man retorted irritably.

From the stands.

"Qin Ming! Come over here quickly for a photo, it'll be on the news!"

Wu Lei grabbed Qin Ming's arm and walked towards the sidelines.

"Can it be on the evening news?"

Qin Ming immediately perked up.

"How is that possible? Unless we finish in the top three of the Asian Cup, don't even think about making the news."

Although Wu Lei said that, he also expressed great anticipation.

After all, for their generation, the significance of the evening news was unique.

Being able to go up means being seen by the people of the whole country.

Do you understand the concept of bringing honor to one's ancestors?

"All right!"

Qin Ming was somewhat disappointed.

But to be honest, getting into the top three in the Asian Cup is really difficult.

He felt that if it were the Chinese team in the first half, they still had a good chance, but in the second half...
The overall level of the Chinese team will decline significantly due to physical fitness issues.

"The coach said you'd be doing the post-match interview. Don't forget to mention my name later and talk more about your second assist."

Wu Lei chuckled.

"Next time you're interviewed, you should say it yourself!"

Qin Ming walked to the second row and stood next to Zheng Zhi.

"Gentlemen, smile! Cheese!"

The photographer pressed the shutter, and after the flash went off, a series of group photos were taken.

Not long after.

Qin Ming was led by the reporter to the interview backdrop.

"Hello, Qin Ming, I am Tang Xuan, a reporter from Xinhua News Agency. It is a pleasure to interview you."

"That's what the bespectacled, refined young man said."

"I am honored to be interviewed by you."

Qin Ming politely took the microphone.

"Let's begin. The first question is, was today's victory within your expectations, or did you anticipate this outcome before the match?"

"No. No one in the world can accurately predict the outcome, but we came with the determination to win."

"Could you tell me your goals for the group stage?"

"Victory!"

"Complete victory?"

"Victory!"

Qin Ming's eyes were clear as he looked at the camera, yet they were filled with a convincing quality.

He wanted to use his confidence to tell the national football fans.

They can also beat strong teams.

They could qualify without having to face a tough draw.

Chinese football fans have experienced far more pain than joy, but Chinese football has already hit rock bottom and is rebounding.

Tang Xuan gazed at Qin Ming through his glasses, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.

How could Qin Ming, who is just a minor, have such a strong belief?

Although "belief" is an intangible thing.

But Tang Xuan truly felt it.

"Then I hope you can achieve your goal." Tang Xuan said, then looked at Qin Ming.

He is actually a fan of both Wolfsburg and the national team, but as a traditional media worker, he cannot ask players for autographs during work hours, otherwise he may be considered to have neglected his duties.

He could only suppress his thoughts and wait until the next time he came, as a fan.

After Chelsea's 2-0 victory over Newcastle United to claim the Premier League title, another news story took over Chinese social media in a frenzy.

Xinhua News Agency: The last time the Chinese team defeated Saudi Arabia was in the 1997 World Cup qualifiers, with Zhang Enhua scoring the winning header. Today, the 18-year winless streak was broken, with the Chinese team defeating Saudi Arabia 3-1 in their first Asian Cup match!

Sina Sports: Qin Ming, who performed exceptionally well in the Bundesliga, made his Asian Cup debut at his peak, scoring two goals and providing one assist, tying for first place on the top scorer list with UAE's Khalid and Mabkhout!

According to Dongqiudi, the Chinese national team's shot conversion rate of 25% ranked first in the first round of group matches. Meanwhile, their passing accuracy of 76.6%, long pass accuracy of 47.2%, and number of tackles, among other statistics, all indicate that Perrin's national team has prioritized efficiency!
Saudi Sports Daily: Shame! Our rising star Al-Dawasari was outmaneuvered by a 17-year-old Chinese player!
Fans flooded the comments section with messages.
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【Cool! 】
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If you fight to the very end, I will never abandon you!
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I vaguely remember watching China beat Saudi Arabia on TV when I was in my second year of high school, watching it with my dad. I remember the stadium erupting after Zhang Enhua scored his header. Just now, I dragged my daughter, who's not even four years old, to watch the game with me. She was playing with her toys, constantly asking me, "Which way does the red ball go?" and "Who does the yellow ball help?" Looking back, I only saw my father's head full of white hair.
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[I didn't tear up while watching, but I was truly moved at that moment!]
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[I was initially a bit dismissive of Perrin, thinking the Football Association had just hired another temporary worker. But after watching a few matches and reviewing his resume, I apologize. Perrin has excellent coaching experience in Europe, has a long history of coaching in West Asia and understands Asian football well, and he's also very hardworking, frequently traveling to watch Chinese Super League matches!]
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Qin Ming's ability is no longer in doubt; he can revitalize the Chinese team's offensive system and is well-suited to Perrin's tactics!
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[He was involved in all three goals. It's clear that players who can make a name for themselves in the Bundesliga are a force to be reckoned with in the Asian Cup!]
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The Chinese national football team has been weak and ineffective for so many years, even falling to the point of losing to Thailand. Now, they finally see hope!
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Don't get too excited yet. Olăroiu only signed a one-month contract, and this Saudi team isn't very strong. The second match against Uzbekistan is the key.
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(End of this chapter)