Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 90 That was a phantom woven from two feet! (13)

"The South Korean team is playing more and more aggressively. It's obvious that Stielike understands this well. He knows that if they tighten their defensive formation, Qin Ming will have the opportunity to break through continuously."

"But if we maintain the status quo, we can not only suppress the Chinese team's left flank, but also encircle and annihilate the Chinese team's right flank."

"Ki Sung-yong launched a surprise attack from a distance!"

"Great! Wang Dalei caught the ball, how should we organize the attack?"

With 37 minutes played, the Chinese team had only managed one shot on goal and two corner kicks.

The South Korean team holds an advantage in all statistical categories.

The scales of victory were tipping quietly, but the enthusiasm of the Chinese team's fans remained undiminished, and they continued to beat their drums and cheer them on.

When Wang Dalei threw the ball to Zhang Chengdong, the Chinese team began to advance.

Ki Sung-yueng suddenly noticed that the Chinese team's forwards were rapidly switching positions.

"Don't panic during zone defense!"

Ki Sung-yueng immediately reminded his teammates.

As for why we don't continue man-to-man marking, when the opponent switches positions, following them would cause the formation to become chaotic.

That would create more weaknesses and loopholes in the defense.

Zhang Chengdong receives the ball on the wing. As the first Chinese player to play in the Portuguese league, his resume is also impressive in the Chinese national team.

As a child, he was sent to Italy to study because of his outstanding performance at AC Milan's youth training camp.

He played for Mafra in the Portuguese Second Division, Leiria and Beira-Mar in the Portuguese First Division, and Eintracht Braunschweig in the Bundesliga.

He also scored a hat-trick against Benfica.

Although he didn't get much playing time later on, his basic skills were very solid.

Moreover, after switching from winger to full-back, he ushered in the second spring of his professional career with his rich experience and steady technique.

He boldly and carefully swayed and hooked himself around Lee Geun-ho.

Once Qin Ming on the wing was in position, he made a direct pass along the wing line.

Before Qin Ming could even receive the ball, he was immediately marked by Ki Sung-yueng. He quickly turned around to look and discovered that Kim Jin-soo was also there.

The difficulty of achieving a breakthrough is too great.

Qin Ming turned his back to Ji Chengyong and passed the ball back to Zhang Chengdong, who was there to receive it.

"Oh dear, this attack was ineffective, and the Chinese team has to reorganize."

"The South Korean team did not change their formation and still had Son Heung-min on the right wing."

"It seems that Stielike thinks this is advantageous to them."

That's right.

Stielike felt that moving Qin Ming to the right side was something Perrin would do out of his mind.

Do you really think Tiger Balm is that common?

Putting aside the issue of a player's dominant foot, how much experience can a 17-year-old kid have?
As he predicted, the Chinese team didn't create many good opportunities in the following game, but they gradually stabilized their defensive rhythm.

Because Sun Ke's defensive ability is stronger than Qin Ming's, and Qin Ming is also holding back Ki Sung-yueng on the right side.

The South Korean captain dared not be careless at all.

As the first half drew to a close, Qin Ming, though not outwardly anxious, felt that the game could not drag on any longer.

He wanted to give it a try.

Just do it!

Just as Zhang Chengdong received Cai Huikang's pass back, Li Genhao was about to pounce on him to press the ball.

Qin Ming quickly moved forward.

Zhang Chengdong, who had been instructed by Perrin to keep a close eye on Qin Ming, decisively launched a long pass.

*Thud!* With a crisp sound, the football sank towards the narrow wing.

The nearby South Korean fans remained completely unperturbed.

Before Qin Ming could even stop the ball, three defenders surrounded him.

Not even a fly can escape!
They might even be able to capitalize on this opportunity to launch a counterattack and extend their lead.

The South Korean fans erupted in loud boos, attempting to disrupt Qin Ming's ball control.

A narrow road.

Qin Ming ignored the noise around him, his eyes fixed solely on the football.

This time he observed very carefully before stopping the ball.

Kim Jin-soo in the front, Ki Sung-yueng in the back, and Kim Young-kwon on the side.
When everyone thought he couldn't do it.

He moved.

After catching the ball and letting it bounce, I lightly flicked it upwards with my right foot.

Kim Jin-soo in front of him only kicked at thin air.

He controlled the ball with his chest and turned around in the process.

Let's choose again!

Ki Sung-yueng, who came after him, ended up with nothing.

He completed two turns in the blink of an eye, before Kim Jin-soo could even react. His body instinctively reached out his right foot to steal the ball.

Snapped!
Qin Ming's eyes sharpened as he kicked out again with his right foot.

A magnificent rainbow seemed to appear above Kim Jin-soo's head.

Wow! The South Korean fans in the stands were about to collapse. How could they make so many moves in such a small space?

But shouldn't this be the end of it?

Qin Ming forcefully pushed past Kim Jin-soo, controlled the ball with his chest, and led it into the penalty area!
"waste!"

Kim Young-kwon, who was standing to the side, had just finished cursing in his mind when he stretched out his leg to make the final interception.

But at the same time.

Qin Ming suddenly quickened his pace and lunged forward.

Kim Young-gwon, who plays for Guangzhou Evergrande, suddenly realized why his teammates hadn't made a tackle.

Is it that they don't want to?

No.

It's impossible.

At that moment, the fans in the stadium seemed to hear a lively melody coming from the green field.

When they awoke from their serene revelry, Qin Ming had already transformed into an unstoppable sword, piercing towards the forbidden zone!
"Wu Lei!"

After shaking off his pursuers, Qin Ming looked up and saw that someone was still chasing him.

I am on the right foot.
Therefore, the best option is to pass the ball.

*Thud!* When he saw Wu Lei at the near post, he pushed the ball across with the instep of his foot.

Ki Sung-yueng's attempted tackle to intercept the attack failed.

Wu Lei, who was being watched intently by everyone, lowered his head and flicked the ball towards the middle!
Shot it to the far corner!

Bang! Kim Jin-hyun, standing in front of the goal, was helpless and couldn't even touch the ball.

After the South Korean goal was breached, the Matrix Stadium in Melbourne was silent for a moment before erupting into thunderous cheers.

"Brilliant!"

"Tie the score!"

Chinese fans looked up in disbelief, only accepting the unimaginable fact when the score on the LED board changed from 0-1 to 1-1.

A surge of ecstasy instantly filled their hearts.

The commentators in the stands were even more enthusiastic.

"An astounding sense of three-dimensional space!"

"No one can take the ball from him!"

"Qin Ming! He broke free from the South Korean team's encirclement with three consecutive lobs in different directions!"

"That's terrifying! Look at the countless illusions he created with his feet in that confined space, leaving the defenders completely disoriented!"

"Kim Jin-su, Ki Sung-yueng, and Kim Young-gwon can only watch the game with envy!"

After He Wei finished praising Wu Lei, he suddenly remembered something and quickly added, "Oh right, Wu Lei's shot was also very beautiful!"

The Chinese team's players and fans were thrilled when the score was tied near the end of the first half.

Wu Lei excitedly ran to the corner flag area and slid in celebration. Qin Ming followed him, put his arm around Wu Lei's neck, and shouted, "Isn't that cool! Isn't that cool, bro!"

"So cool!" Wu Lei was completely impressed.

At first, like everyone else, he thought Qin Ming would be dispossessed by the opponent, after all, there were three of them.

But what happened next horrified him.

He recalled his initial assessment of Qin Ming when they first met: "Wow! That's incredible!"

He now wants to add "×10" after the word "fierce"!
"Qin Ming, I will never doubt you again!"

Wu Lei said.

"Actually, I also find it a bit unbelievable." Qin Ming was quite modest at this moment.

He felt his focus was unprecedented, like entering the "Zone" state in basketball.

Now it would be very difficult for him to replicate such precise movements.

The coach's bench on the sidelines of the court.

"I knew this kid's potential hadn't been fully exploited yet!"

Perrin was so excited that his neck turned red, and he waved his arms and shouted: "And moving Qin to the other side wasn't to score a goal, but to tear apart the dense defense in the flanks of the South Korean team!"

"Now facts have proven me right!"

Perrin high-fived his assistant coach in celebration.

The latter muttered quietly, "If it weren't for Qin..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Perrin waved his hand to interrupt, arrogantly saying, "How could there be no Qin? Even if Wenger tries to take him from me now, I'll still punch him!"

the other side.

The grass under Stielike's feet was wet, and next to him was a bottle lying on its side.

"How could there possibly be such a player?"

He didn't understand.

They executed their targeted tactics perfectly, and Ki Sung-yueng and others' defense was also flawless.

Who can catch the ball there and deliver an assist?

At that moment, he recalled a sentence that his former Real Madrid coach, Boskov, had said to him.

God is never fair; players who are given talent by Him are often able to destroy the opponent's defensive system on their own.

"Could I have stopped him in my prime?"

Stielike answered his own question, "Hmm, that should be possible."

During his playing career, he played as a sweeper and won the La Liga Best Foreign Player award four times.

Even the brilliant midfielder Schuster couldn't get past his defense.

After a long while, Stielike rubbed his temples and called Ki Sung-yueng to the sidelines, saying, "Don't try to take the ball away from him, and don't try to challenge him to touch the ball."

I don't know what those three guys were thinking. Did they think that a three-man swarm was a sure thing, and that they were reluctant to foul when someone got beaten?

If you had been more decisive, would there have been any subsequent issues?

"Ok."

Ki Sung-yueng was a little distracted; he was still thinking about that time he chipped the ball over the goalkeeper, even though he had stolen it from behind.

How did Qin Ming know?
Ji Chengyong rubbed his face in frustration, forcing himself to concentrate and not make the same mistake again.

Kim Young-kwon and Kim Jin-soo also took several deep breaths.

To be honest, being shaken off by Qin Ming this time was a huge blow to their confidence.

We're all players from the top five European leagues, so why should we let you get away with this?

Shame and anger filled their hearts.

"If he dares to kick like that again, we'll make our movements even more aggressive!"

Kim Jin-soo said through gritted teeth.

"Ah."

Kim Young-gwon, however, felt a little guilty, because if he were to commit a malicious foul and injure Qin Ming while playing for a Chinese Super League club, he didn't even want to think about the consequences for himself.

I definitely can't stay at Evergrande anymore.
But other clubs offer less money, is it really worth wasting your money for a single match?
After the game restarted, the Chinese team seized the opportunity to pursue their advantage.

Since it was inconvenient for Qin Ming to cut inside from the right wing, he simply took on the role of playmaker, looking for opportunities to coordinate with Wu Lei and Yu Hai.

Sun Ke on the left wing has been moving up and down the pitch, and his stamina shows no signs of decline yet.

First half stoppage time.

"Qin Ming! You need to lob the ball over Kim Jin-soo, hey, hey!"

"Kim Jin-soo didn't pull his foot back, kicking Qin Ming's shin and stepping on it as well!"

"This is an action with the intent to cause harm!"

"We have to give them the cards!"

In the footage, Qin Ming is lying on the grass, clutching his calf, with an expression of extreme pain.

Fortunately, he had been careful and used his shin guard to block it.

Otherwise, Kim Jin-soo would definitely have given him a good kick.

Minor cuts allow the player to continue playing, while severe fractures require the player to be carried off the field.

The crucial point is that Kim Jin-soo stepped on his left leg from behind.

In other words, he has to pretend for now and wait for the referee to give Kim Jin-soo a yellow card, otherwise he'll get up and start fighting right now.

His teammates surrounded him.

Wu Lei was about to confront Kim Jin-su when he was stopped by the South Korean players.

Immediately, a violent conflict broke out between the two teams, with players shoving and pushing each other forcefully.

"Fuck you Korean bastards, you kick people when you can't get the ball!"

"Dirty bastard!"

"Kick that Korean to death!"

The Chinese fans in the stands couldn't stand it and started yelling at Kim Jin-soo.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the referee blew his whistle frantically, separated the two teams, and showed Kim Jin-su a yellow card.

"This is the first time. If it happens a second time, it will definitely be a red card!"

Kim Jin-soo ignored the referee and silently walked back to his own half.

It's hard for people on the field to control their emotions.

The intense noise from the fans and the hormones generated by physical contact put people in a state of extreme excitement.

Having been humiliated by Qin Ming once before, Kim Jin-soo instantly flew into a rage when faced with the same situation.

Besides, he didn't regret doing it; he just wanted to give Qin Ming a hard time.

He saw Qin Ming get up and even raised an eyebrow with a smile.

That nonchalant expression is infuriating.

"Cough cough. I'm fine now."

Qin Ming ignored him and instead turned to his concerned teammate, pointing to the shin guards inside his sock.

Be careful when you play football.

Zheng Zhi is quite qualified to speak on this matter.

After all, he had broken Cissé's leg with a tackle, causing Cissé to miss the World Cup and making it difficult for him to return to his best form.

Their careers have been greatly affected.

"Ah."

A ruthless glint flashed in Qin Ming's eyes.

Unfortunately, just as he was getting ready, the game had only been going on for a few minutes when two short whistles sounded.

Beep!
The first half ended with the two teams tied 1-1.

"A gentleman takes his revenge even if it takes 15 minutes. We'll see if I don't mess with you in the second half." A ruthless glint flashed in Qin Ming's eyes as he looked at Kim Jin-soo.

He has never been a saint, nor does he believe in solving problems by scoring goals.

He's going to get his revenge!
Back in the locker room, Perrin quickly reviewed the first half, then pulled the tactical board in front of him and said:

"You see, although the South Korean team scored a goal, with Son Heung-min not performing at his usual level, they could only rely on Ki Sung-yueng's threatening passes."

"At this point, the midfielders need to hold their positions, while the defense needs to mark the players making forward runs."

"I estimate they will ramp up their efforts around the 70-minute mark, because our physical condition will drop significantly at this stage. So you must remember to make big movements, even if you get a yellow card, you have to hold on."

"The most important thing is to counterattack. Yu Hai, you can drop back to defend and give the counterattack opportunities to Qin Ming."

After Perrin finished speaking, he repeated it several times, as if afraid that the national team players would forget.

"Coach, am I still on the right side? Do I need to switch positions again?"

Qin Ming did have a question.

"No need. Right now, they need to find ways to restrict you. If we make any moves, things will just go back to normal, won't they?"

After Perrin finished speaking, he asked, "Actually, your left foot should still be okay, right? You should try cutting inside and shooting when you have the chance."

In previous training sessions, Qin Ming had used his left foot. Although he wasn't as skilled with his right foot, it wasn't exactly a crippled foot.

After all, there's a strange phenomenon in football: left-footed players often have poor right feet, while right-footed players often have good left feet.

From a physiological perspective, left-handed people tend to rely more on the limbs on the same side than right-handed people.

"it is good."

Qin Ming hadn't found an opportunity before; otherwise, given the unlimited shooting rights Perrin gave him, he would have already been firing away at the South Korean goal.

(End of this chapter)