Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 84 Wenger has taken a liking to her? Just broke the 18-year curse, and now a 14-year curse has appeared? (7)

After returning to the temporary base, Perrin explained the precautions to everyone and then told them to go and rest.

Qin Ming glanced at the sunset outside, thinking that he couldn't sleep now, otherwise he would definitely have insomnia tonight.

I decided to watch the video of the Uzbekistan vs. North Korea match.

Qin Ming's first impression of North Korea was: brown and orange and mysterious.

The former needs no further explanation.

The latter comes from the saying: Mysterious countries produce mysterious teams.

North Korea does not broadcast its own matches, not even during the World Cup, but rather edits the footage and broadcasts it the following day.

Therefore, the available information about the North Korean team is limited.

"That feels a bit intense."

Qin Ming searched online and found that the North Korean team doesn't appear much, but has a glorious history.

In 1966, the Italian team reached the quarterfinals of the World Cup.

This is the first time an Asian team has done this.

Moreover, a small portion of the current members of the North Korean team come from the military.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Hearing the sounds of resistance coming from the video, Qin Ming straightened up from his reclining position.

Besides its mystery, North Korea's most distinctive feature is its overwhelming sense of energy, which is truly remarkable.

"If Uzbekistan hadn't been lucky and scored a deflected goal by chance, North Korea might have really forced a draw in this match."

After watching the match, Qin Ming smacked his lips and jotted down his thoughts in his notebook.

[North Korea's habitual aggressive pressing and high-energy play are also their biggest weaknesses. When they press too aggressively and position themselves too far forward, they expose weaknesses in their defense. They need to use tempo to organize the midfield and attack, tearing the defensive gaps wide enough before launching an attack.]

Uzbekistan's attacking prowess is limited, but their midfield is stronger than Saudi Arabia's, and they provide better protection for the flanks in defense. When attempting to break through, they must be mindful of their surroundings.

Whether Qin Ming is a professional coach or not, we shouldn't focus on tactics, but rather think about the specific situation.

How to open up the game from your left side, looking for opportunities to threaten the goal or assist your teammates.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Qin Ming is coming down for dinner. We have Australian steak today!"

Wu Lei knocked on the door and called out from outside.

"I'm coming!"

Qin Ming turned off the TV and left the room. He went downstairs to the restaurant with Wu Lei and found that his teammates had already taken their seats and were chatting and laughing.

"Let's talk about the next match against Uzbekistan. If we can get three points in this match, we can basically qualify early."

"But we'd better try to finish first in the group and avoid facing Australia, Japan and South Korea in the quarterfinals."

Perrin didn't forget his official duties even while eating.

It wasn't that he forced the players to work overtime, but rather that he believed that discussing the future in this setting could bring them closer together.

It has to be said that those who have worked in small clubs know a lot more.

"Qin, my teacher just called me again and said you performed well in this competition. He will come to the event if there is a chance."

Perrin's smiling face instantly put Qin Ming on guard.

bad!
Why does Perrin keep mentioning Wenger all the time? Is he trying to lure himself to Arsenal?
The key issue is that he doesn't even know where he wants to go.

There's only one principle: don't be a sapper, be a core member.

However, his current abilities are insufficient to satisfy his principles.

Therefore, playing for Wolfsburg is the best option. He is unlikely to leave during the winter transfer window. Even if he might transfer this summer, it would only be on the condition that his skill level meets the requirements.

He estimated that the template integration rate should be at least 85%.

He glanced at the system panel a couple of days ago.

[Poké Ball feel (83%)]

Dribbling skills (77%)

【Devil's Curl (75%)】

【.】

Compared to when the system first launched new features, there has been significant progress.

"Qin, please don't misunderstand. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and he wanted to come and see me."

Perrin realized what was happening and quickly tried to cover it up.

But he knew perfectly well that Wenger would never come to see him; he was always the one who came to visit him.

It seems that with spring approaching, Wenger, not wanting to experience another March collapse, set his sights on Qin Ming.

"We missed out on too many good players before, and now we're finally realizing how anxious we are."

Perrin secretly complained about his teacher.

"I see."

Qin Ming forked a piece of steak and put it in his mouth; the sweet and fragrant buttery flavor exploded instantly.

Tender and juicy. Australia truly lives up to its reputation as a country riding on the back of a cow.

Anyway, it tastes better than German beef.

"Qin Ming, I heard German pork has a strong smell. What do you eat there?"

Wu Lei asked curiously.

"It's really quite outrageous, mainly because Germany enacted the painless castration law two years ago, which requires ensuring that animals are not subjected to unnecessary pain."

Qin Ming couldn't stand the smell. He simply couldn't eat it without using spices like star anise to mask it.

Furthermore, in Lower Saxony, where Wolfsburg is located, slaughter regulations require pigs to rest fully before slaughter and play some soft, soothing music.

"So I usually eat pasta, eggs, fish, chicken, and broccoli, etc. Basically, I follow the principle of high carbohydrates, high protein, and low fat. The nutritionist will arrange everything."

Qin Ming continued.

Wu Lei nodded to indicate that he understood, and he thought that eating like this was fine, at least he wouldn't feel uncomfortable with it.

"What's wrong? Lei Zi, thinking of going abroad?"

Zheng Zhi smiled.

"Who wouldn't want to play in one of the top five European leagues? I, for one, dream of playing in one."

Wu Lei readily admitted it.

Zhang Linpeng, standing beside him, also looked on with anticipation. As one of the top center-backs in China, he has won many honors with Guangzhou Evergrande.

Going abroad then became an essential step for him to advance his career.

Some time ago, some foreign clubs contacted him, but unfortunately none of them were from the top five European leagues.

"We need to perform well in the Asian Cup."

Zhang Linpeng made up his mind.

With Qin Ming, a hot topic, attracting countless eyes, even if he doesn't do anything earth-shattering, it's difficult for a center-back to score or deliver a game-winning goal.

He just wanted to showcase his strengths and earn an opportunity to reach a bigger stage.

Perrin looked at the harmonious team members, wiped his mouth, and said, "Come to the meeting room later to review the game."

The key to going far is to remain humble in victory and undeterred in defeat.

He knew this victory was hard-won, but more importantly, he needed to stay calm, identify and solve the problems, and be in better shape for the next match.

On the way to the conference room, Qin Ming asked Zheng Zhi in a low voice, "Brother Zheng, I heard that your club has set up a supervisory team, which comes to the scene to see whether your players are really giving it their all?"

"Yes, that's true. It's to prevent players from slacking off. After all, you know there are no bonuses for national team matches, so some people just want to get by." Zheng Zhi seemed to have thought of something, and his tone became somewhat impolite. "Those people are really parasites on the national team. If they have that kind of thinking, why bother coming? They won't get any benefits and will only get scolded by the fans."

The time soon came to March 1th.

3pm.

The blazing sun was shining down directly onto Brisbane Stadium.

China plays its second match in the Asian Cup group stage.

"Hey, what are those middle-aged women dancing?"

Qin Ming pressed his face against the window and looked at the entrance to the stadium, where a group of middle-aged women dressed in red tops and black skirts were dancing to a lively melody.

"You are my little apple!"

"Like the most beautiful cloud in the sky!"

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Upon hearing the lyrics, Qin Ming immediately remembered that this was "Little Apple," a hit song released by Chopstick Brothers on the Lantern Festival that swept across China.

"See that? The national football team players have arrived. During the match, keep your voices up and don't let us down!"

The fan association leader directed the staff, "These jerseys were urgently transferred from China, quickly distribute them to our people!"

Due to their previous poor performance, the Chinese team has had conflicts with almost all Asian teams.

For example, they did not beat Saudi Arabia for 18 years.

As for Uzbekistan, China lost to them and drew with them in the previous two Asian Cups. They were drawn into the same group again this year, so it can be said that they are destined to meet again.

Moreover, since the Chinese team defeated Uzbekistan 2-0 in the final round of World Cup qualifiers in 2001, the Chinese team has not been able to defeat its opponent in international competitions.

And here comes another 14-year winning streak.

"Xiao Wang, don't wait until the game starts to practice. Let the fans warm up first. Shout the slogans after the four drumbeats, and make sure they are loud and synchronized!"

The team leader was busy with one thing and another, but he still had a smile on his face.

If he used to do this kind of thing somewhat reluctantly, today he's doing it wholeheartedly.

After all, he witnessed the fighting spirit of the young men on the national football team.

"Okay! I'll go in now and lead them through a few more practice runs. Brother Li, don't forget to bring the drum in; security will need your identification to let them in."

After distributing the clothes, Xiao Wang walked towards the basketball court.

"I know, I know!"

The team leader waved his hand.

Looking down at the enthusiastic Chinese fans, and the middle-aged women who had finished dancing to "Little Apple" and switched to "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend," I felt a surge of emotion.

Qin Ming felt a warm feeling in his heart.

To paraphrase what Liu Bei said to Wang Zhiwen in the TV series "Addiction" from many years ago: In this day and age, it's not easy to find someone who loves you so steadfastly!
"Brothers, if we lose the game today, we'll be letting down the fans who came all the way here."

"People travel ten hours by plane just to watch this game, so we have to live up to the fans' support!"

Zheng Zhi patted the headrest of the seat and shouted.

Qin Ming took a deep breath, glanced at the red figure again, and followed his teammates off the bus.

"China Central Television! China Central Television!"

"This is a live broadcast of the second round of Group B matches in the 2015 AFC Asian Cup!"

"China vs. Uzbekistan!"

"Here are the starting lineups for both teams!"

"There have been some significant changes on the Chinese team's side. First, Gao Lin has replaced Yu Hai as the starting striker, and second, the two defensive midfielders have changed to Jiang Zhipeng partnering with Zheng Zhi."

"Qin Ming will remain a left winger, forming a midfield partnership with Wu Lei and Ji Xiang."

He Wei seemed a little surprised when he introduced it.

Why not let Wu Xi, who performed well in the last game, come on? But then I realized that Perrin wanted to stabilize the defense and wait until the early stages of the game before seeking offensive opportunities.

This makes the pairing of defensive midfielders reasonable.

He Wei then introduced Uzbekistan's starting lineup.

"Kasimov fielded a 4-5-1 formation."

Goalkeeper: Nesterov!

"Defenders: Denisov, Muraganov, Sholakhmedov, Ismailov!"

Midfielders: Kapadze, Jeparov, Tursunov, Akhmedov, Haidarov!

"Forward: Sergeyev!"

Why do most of the Uzbek team members have "husband" in their names?
Because they were once one of the constituent republics, and the official language in the country is Russian.

And their head coach, Kasimov.

He was the captain of the SL youth team before the SL disbanded, and in 1987 he led the SL youth team to the World Youth Championship.

After SL disbanded, he was among the first to go to Uzbekistan. In 1994, he won the Hiroshima Asian Games with the team, and in 1995, he won the Russian Premier League title with Vladikavkaz, creating a season that can only be described as miraculous.

correct.

Eleven years ago, in the group stage of the Asian Cup, Kasimov scored two free kicks, leading the team to three wins in three group matches and advancing to the knockout stage.

The camera focused on Kasimov on the sidelines; he had Russian facial features.

“Djeparov is getting old. This is my last chance for him. If he doesn’t meet my requirements, he will be a substitute in the next game.”

Kasimov's words alarmed the assistant coach.

Because Jeparov's status in the Uzbekistan national team is comparable to that of Zheng Zhi in the Chinese national team.

Beep! ! !
With the referee's whistle, the match officially began!
Uzbekistan has possession of the ball.

Their tactics and techniques are similar to Japan's, both emphasizing layered transitions and running passes.

the reason is simple.

Asians tend to gain weight more slowly, leading to a decline in various metrics.

Moreover, this level of understanding far exceeds that of other races.

This is the fundamental reason why Asian teams will look to Japan for future development.

"The game started rather dull. Uzbekistan didn't rush to attack, but instead focused on maintaining possession of the ball."

"Let's take a look at Jeparov's playmaking from the backfield. He cut inside and changed direction to get past Wu Lei, and Zheng Zhi pressed hard!"

"It's no use! It's like Jeparov anticipated this and passed the ball to Haidarov first!"

Amid cheers from Uzbek fans, Haidarov and Sergeyev hit a one-two, and Haidarov then passed the ball across to the left side of the flank.

Ahmedov made a run into position there, received the ball, and without adjusting, went straight to the byline.

Danger!

Zhang Linpeng was on high alert, knowing that he had to block any shot or cross from the opponent immediately.

"Akhmedov is trying to shoot into the near corner!"

"Zhang Linpeng, put down the shovel!"

"Huh? The football hit Zhang Linpeng's shin, its trajectory perfectly avoiding Wang Dalei, and bounced into the goal!"

"Uzbekistan scores in the 19th minute!"

"The Chinese team seems to be having some bad luck today!"

Watching the Uzbek players celebrate excitedly, Qin Ming remained silent for a moment before looking back at his own penalty area.

Zhang Linpeng was seen lying on the grass with her hands covering her face.

(End of this chapter)