Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 85 La Croqueta! A Reversal! (8)

Giving away an own goal right at the start of the game is a huge blow to your team's morale.
As the person involved, Zhang Linpeng must be feeling even more upset, more upset than anyone else.

"Linpeng! Linpeng! These things are unavoidable on the field. Even if you don't block it, it might still score!"

Zheng Zhi patted Zhang Linpeng on the shoulder, "No one blames you. There's still plenty of time left, enough for us to tie it!"

"Yes! In that situation, a qualified defender would definitely block!"

Qin Ming also shouted.

After the game restarts.

Uzbekistan's tactics remained unchanged, still relying on slow, leisurely ball control.

"Do you know why Saudi Arabia lost? Because they gave up possession of the ball, allowing that number 13 a chance to break through."

"So as long as we keep possession of the ball, he won't pose any threat at all."

Kasimov said confidently to his assistant coach, arms crossed.

But the assistant coach had a different idea: no matter how strong they were, they couldn't possibly have 100% possession.

After watching Qin Ming's game videos, he felt that Qin Ming was a person who was very good at seizing opportunities, otherwise how could he have such a good understanding with De Bruyne?

Perhaps the Chinese team is waiting for them to lower their guard.

Sure enough, he saw that Perrin next door was not flustered, but instead signaled to his team to keep the pace steady.

The deficit in score did not seem to throw the opponent into disarray.

In the 32nd minute, veteran Jeparov received a pass and decisively gestured to attack.

The half-hour match had already given him confidence.

So what if we beat Saudi Arabia?
They didn't know how many times they had won against each other.

But then Jiang Zhipeng suddenly pressed, and he was the kind of player who was focused on the player and not the ball.

The physical advantage of his weight caused Jeparov to lose control of the ball.

Snap! Wu Lei, who was behind, was incredibly cunning. He stealthily crept over and snatched the ball away.

"Can the Chinese team launch a quick counter-attack by winning possession in midfield?"

"Uzbekistan immediately retaliated!"

"We need to deal with this quickly!"

Upon hearing his teammate's reminder, Wu Lei knew there wasn't enough time to turn around and could only pass the ball back to Zheng Zhi.

That's exactly what the latter wanted.

Zheng Zhi watched Qin Ming accelerate down the wing and delivered a long pass to meet the ball.

*Thud!* The soccer ball spun as it fell.

"Highly experienced!"

Qin Ming inwardly praised him. When Uzbekistan countered, he had already made a rapid forward run along the sideline.

As expected, Zheng Zhi followed his line of thinking.

Ismailov plays for Changchun Yatai and is affectionately known by fans as "Fourth Sister's Husband".

As the most stable link in Changchun Yatai, he was basically matched up against the opponent's strongest foreign players, but even so, he still played an excellent role.

Having played in the Chinese Super League, he naturally knew the strength of Chinese players.

Therefore, even though Qin Ming plays in the Bundesliga and is considered a key player by the head coach, he still feels a little contemptuous of him.

Qin Ming discovered that Ismailov had come to exert pressure.

After taking one last look, he extended his right foot, and at the moment of contact with the ball, his ankle suddenly released the force, completing a smooth and concise stop.

Not only that, he also leaned his body and made a second touch with his right foot.

*Snap!* Ismailov not only failed to make the steal, but also brushed past Qin Ming due to inertia.

"Fuck!"

At that moment, he immediately realized that something was wrong and tried to reach out to pull Qin Ming away, but he felt the corner of his clothes slip from his palm.

So fast?
Having gotten used to playing in the Chinese Super League, he never expected that Qin Ming's pauses between each movement were so few.

Wow! The Chinese fans at the scene perked up and swung their drumsticks, striking the drums with all their might.

"Boom boom boom boom! China will prevail!"

"Boom boom boom boom! China will prevail!"

Before he could even finish the second slogan, Qin Ming, like a wild horse, dribbled the ball to the edge of the penalty area.

Sholakhmedov lowered his center of gravity, looking very tense.

He had seen Qin Ming's series of actions clearly and understood the gap between them.

He focused his attention intently, staring intently at Qin Ming's center of gravity, trying to deduce something from it.

next second!
Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone, Qin Ming suddenly circled the ball with his right foot.

Shorakhmedov, already on edge and on edge, subconsciously shifted his center of gravity.

But then he abruptly stopped, fell to the ground, and stretched his leg to the other side.

He guessed it!

Thud! Two crisp sounds of the ball being touched sent a chill down Sholakhmedov's spine.

He watched helplessly as Qin Ming pushed the ball from his right foot to his left.

That tiny distance, measured in centimeters, just barely avoided his outstretched foot as he fell to the ground.

La Croqueta!

The Spanish translation is: fried meatballs.

Before the Chinese fans could even cheer, Qin Ming had already dribbled past Sholakhmedov and made a stylish run into the penalty area.

Nesterov, standing in front of the goal, was also surprised that Qin Ming was able to break through.

After a barely perceptible moment of surprise, he immediately adopted a blocking stance.

At the same time, Qin Ming kicked.

With a bang! A powerful close-range shot, swift as lightning!

It's difficult to save the kick unless it hits the goalkeeper.

Nesterov failed to do so; the ball whistled through his hands and into the goal.

1-1! ! !

"The goal went in!"

"China's counter-attack after winning possession in their own half, from Wu Lei to Zheng Zhi, from Zheng Zhi to Qin Ming, and then to the goal!"

"Only 30 seconds passed!"

"30 seconds! The Chinese team, who had been trailing for 20 minutes, has tied the score!"

"That's efficiency!"

He Wei clenched his fists and excitedly explained.

He watched the 1994 Hiroshima Asian Games when he was in junior high school.

That's when the Chinese team fell to Uzbekistan.

Uzbekistan has been a nemesis for the Chinese national football team for many years.

But now he feels like he's seeing the sun in winter, and all he can say is that happiness came too suddenly.

Brisbane Stadium.

Qin Ming, amidst the fans' adoration, held up three fingers towards the camera.

The third goal in the Asian Cup!

"Qin Ming!"

Zheng Zhi and Wu Lei ran over and hugged Qin Ming, their faces beaming with joy after equalizing the score.

"How was my theft? I knew that old man was sticking to the ball, so I promptly ran back and hid."

Wu Lei laughed heartily, taking credit for himself.

"awesome!"

Qin Ming gave a thumbs up.

Chinese fans also gave a thumbs up, but their thumbs up was for Qin Ming.

"He's only 17 years old!"

"Deep-fried meatballs during mobile warfare, that core strength is incredible!"

"Not only is it the mascot of Wolfsburg, but it's also the mascot of the Chinese national football team!"

"I declare this the most spectacular goal of this Asian Cup!"

"Brilliant!"

"We will always be the 12th man standing behind the national football team!"

The fans were generous with their praise, feeling that the current national football team had a completely different spirit and energy than before.

They play with confidence and dare to make moves.

Qin Ming, in particular, seemed to be under no pressure at all, showing off his skills as if he were playing in the Bundesliga.

Perhaps it was this mentality that affected the national football team players.

The equalizer near the end of the first half boosted the morale of the Chinese team, who were clearly poised to capitalize on the momentum and stage a comeback.

But Perrin pressed his hands down to signal calm.

Uzbekistan is waiting for them to push forward so they can use quick passing and cutting to break through the midfield and get the ball to their forwards.

The procedures remain the same as before.

While maintaining a calm defense, wait for the opponent to make a mistake. As long as their rhythm is steady yet fast, Uzbekistan will definitely not be able to withstand it.

Beep!
Shortly after, the referee blew his whistle, ending the first half of the match.

The two teams are currently tied 1-1.

China 1-1 Uzbekistan, Zhang Linpeng own goal, Qin Ming scores!

The halftime report posted by Dongqiudi was quickly flooded with comments from fans.
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Why doesn't Zhang Linpeng just not stick his leg out?
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[You clearly don't understand football. In that situation, if a defensive player doesn't block, it means he's incompetent.]
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[Don't always be wise after the event. The national football team deserves criticism in the past, but their performance today was genuinely fine.]
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[Furthermore, look at the national team's previous matches; they tend to collapse as soon as they concede a goal, but today they showed fighting spirit and tactical execution, which is exactly what we want to see.]
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To be fair, Qin Ming's goal was truly impressive. It feels like he's been carrying the attack for the national team so far, while Wu Lei has been somewhat invisible.
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[There's no point in saying all that. Let's win the game first, or we'll end up with nothing.]
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Because of the national football team's previous poor performance, public opinion has become one-sided, with praising the national football team being wrong and mocking them being the right thing to do.

But this kind of thing is actually quite common. Even in the club circle, the strongest teams have haters.

For example, Qin Ming and De Bruyne at Wolfsburg are often criticized by their own fans, who say that Qin Ming plays too selfishly and that De Bruyne only wants to pass threatening balls. They find all sorts of reasons.

But look at Toni Kroos, who likes to pass the ball safely, he's also relentlessly criticized by Bayern fans.
In the locker room.

"Qin, in the second half you need to move towards the center and use your ball control to help the team stabilize the rhythm. At the same time, you can also try through balls to connect with your teammates up front."

Perrin got straight to the point.

“Then Zheng can’t push forward anymore. He has to protect the space behind me in case I get the ball stolen.”

Qin Ming pondered for a moment and replied, "Also, I've noticed that the opponent tends to control the midfield, and their wing defense isn't very good. Our two full-backs can push forward to expand the width of our attack as much as possible."

Having played in the Bundesliga for so long, his tactical awareness is still very sharp.

“You’re right. But you haven’t considered physical fitness. After the two full-backs go up and down a few times, their physical fitness will drop significantly.”

Perrin shook his head.

Not everyone is Rodriguez; it's rare to see a full-back worth 20 million.

"Alright. Then Wu Lei should try to make forward runs, and Gao Ge should run around more to draw their defense?"

Qin Ming compromised.

"Yeah, Wu Lei, you should run more. In the first half, apart from that one steal, you didn't have any standout moments."

Perrin asked the translator to relay the message to Wu Lei.

"Mm." Wu Lei nodded.

He knew his performance was mediocre, but the pace of this level of competition was faster, and he wasn't playing in a familiar position.

Anyway, I'm still in the adaptation phase.

But he knew his chances wouldn't be many. Since Perrin dared not bring Yu Dabao, the man worth half a billion, he dared to put him on the bench.

He needs to prove his abilities quickly.

"Viewers, welcome back!"

"We are now broadcasting the second half of the match between China and Uzbekistan!"

"The match has begun!"

Gao Lin kicked off and passed the ball across to Wu Lei, who then passed it diagonally to Qin Ming.

It's unclear what Kasimov said at halftime, but the Uzbek players became more aggressive.

Although he wasn't as strong as Qin Ming, he stayed close to him every step of the way, like a piece of chewing gum that he couldn't shake off.

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, Qin Ming, with his skillful boldness, stepped on the ball and waited a moment before poking it out to Zheng Zhi, who was behind him to receive it.

Zheng Zhi didn't want to linger in the backfield to avoid any unexpected incidents, so he launched a long pass over the top.

Gao Lin controlled the ball with his chest, leaning against the defender.

Even though he is often ridiculed by fans and given all sorts of nicknames, he is currently the top-tier center in China.

He shielded the ball from Muraganov's interference, and then passed it to the wing after Ji Xiang made a run down the flank.

Denisov, who plays for Lokomotiv Moscow, acted decisively, seizing the opportunity to slide tackle Ji Xiang during a gap in his touch. Ji Xiang, lacking Qin Ming's footwork, had no choice but to abandon the ball and jump over to avoid injury.

China's attack came to an abrupt halt, and the ball was thrown back from the out-of-bounds area for regrouping.

"For some reason, Jeparov seemed a bit anxious. As the team's veteran and captain, he should have kept his composure."

“We can see that during this period, Qin Ming has been moving more in the middle, while Wu Lei has been frequently making forward runs.”

"coming."

"Zheng Zhi's lob pass to Qin Ming was met by a defender who was right next to him, making it difficult to handle."

It is indeed difficult to handle according to the thinking of ordinary people.

But Qin Ming is no ordinary person.

He pretended to move the ball in front of him, but actually brushed it against the ball with his back as Capazzi got close.

exactly!

The ball was deflected to the right flank, in the area where Wu Lei was making his run forward.

Just as Wu Lei was thinking of dribbling the ball towards the penalty area, he felt his right leg suddenly trip, and he rolled several times before falling down.

"Damn it!"

Kasimov, on the coaching bench, roared angrily, "Djeparov committed a foul in that position!"

Although they are still some distance from the goal, the Chinese team is unlikely to attack directly.

But tactical free kicks are also very threatening.

Because the Uzbek team members are relatively short, they are only slightly stronger than the Saudi Arabian team members.

And Jeparov will definitely get a yellow card.

This directly disrupted his plans.

"Let Rashidov warm up, take him off the field! He's lost his mind, he's not fit to stay on the field!"

Kasimov took several deep breaths to calm himself down.

Perrin, standing next door, pointed at Qin Ming and shouted, "Let him try a shot, but don't think about high balls, be careful of the opponent's counterattack!"

He watched videos of Uzbekistan's last 10 matches before today and found that many of their goals came from counter-attacks after the opponent failed to score from set pieces.

Perrin's strategy today is to seek speed while maintaining stability.

Even if the match ends in a draw, it will still be very advantageous for the Chinese team.

"Then I'll give it a try!"

Qin Ming stood behind the football and whispered to Ji Xiang.

He usually practices his rubbing technique in two states: moving and standing still.

Therefore, his free-kick technique is not particularly good.

At least it's presentable.

Beep!
After hearing the referee's whistle, Qin Ming passed the ball to Ji Xiang, causing the opposing wall to jump.

Then Ji Xiang stopped the ball with his foot, and Qin Ming then swung his arm and raised his leg.

Bang! The football arced straight toward the goal.

The quality wasn't particularly high; Nesterov struck it with both hands, sending it flying into the open space on the left side of the penalty area.

However, the Uzbek players, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, noticed that Qin Ming hadn't stopped after shooting and was heading straight to the left.

What is consciousness?

This is called consciousness!
After taking a shot, regardless of whether it goes in or not, run to the weak side of the defense first.

This is Dieter Hecking's usual requirement for Wolfsburg players.

And that's how the opportunity arose.

Qin Ming got ahead of Ismailov, controlled the ball at his feet, and swayed his body like he was dancing.

Ismailov was fooled.

Qin Ming seized the fleeting moment of space and kicked out another arc.

That tricky curve drove Nesterov in front of the goal crazy!

The football slammed into the goal from between his hands, as if creating a white splash!
2-1! ! !

reverse!

(End of this chapter)