Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 91 I still love your unruly side! A goal that humiliates the South Korean team! (14)

"Viewers, welcome back!"

"We are now broadcasting the second half of the 2015 AFC Asian Cup quarter-final match between China and South Korea!"

"The referee blows the whistle, the match begins!"

After the Chinese team kicked off, they started by passing and controlling the ball.

Yes, Perrin likes ball control. When he coached the national team, he focused on training footwork, from passing the ball out of the backfield to passing and movement in the midfield, which meant that the ball was cut off in front of the goal.

After Zheng Zhi receives the ball, he passes it to Mei Fang. When Cai Huikang is beside him, he can take on some of the organizational work.

Moreover, his role in the national team is the kind that is unassuming yet indispensable.

Suddenly, Zheng Zhi seemed to be about to make a long diagonal pass to Qin Ming, which made the South Korean players uneasy.

The image of him single-handedly breaking through a three-man encirclement in the first half is still vivid in my mind.

But in reality, Zheng Zhi delivered a long pass over the top.

The football sailed over the South Korean defense and headed towards the dangerous area just outside the penalty area.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Lei quickly made a run from midfield, but was interfered with by Guo Taihui, and his shooting skills were not particularly good to begin with.

They immediately launched a Gao Lin impersonation show.

"Oh dear, that shot went wide, but on another note, the Chinese team's attack has been much smoother lately."

He Wei felt that everything was moving in a positive direction.

"The main reason is that the South Korean team heavily defended Qin Ming, and even Kim Young-gwon separated from Kwak Tae-hwi, resulting in a large gap in the middle."

Liu Jiayuan saw it very clearly.

If they can keep going like this, a goal shouldn't be too far off.

The 57th minute of the game.

Zhang Chengdong finally realized how much fun Mei Fang was having. Qin Ming was drawing the attention of the defenders up front, giving him a safe environment to handle the ball.

In addition, inspired by Qin Ming's confidence, he became even bolder in his movements.

"Beautiful! She dribbled past Lee Geun-ho and then delivered a lobbed pass!"

"Looking for Qin Ming!"

"Kim Jin-soo is coming on strong!"

Qin Ming moved to the first landing point and caught a glimpse of Kim Jin-soo rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

That son of a bitch is definitely up to no good.

Charge at the player, not the ball!
Qin Ming glanced at the referee's position and, after confirming that the other party couldn't see him, didn't even jump.

It was like being slapped in the face by Kim Jin-soo.

But in reality, he subtly raised his right elbow, and without any effort, Kim Jin-soo considerately bumped into him.

Crack! Kim Jin-soo seemed to hear the scream of his ribs. Intense pain swept over him like a tidal wave, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground in a sorry state.

"hiss!"

Kim Jin-soo gasped, only to find that the more he inhaled, the more it hurt, so he could only hold his breath until his face turned red.

The key point is, why didn't he blow the whistle after waiting for so long? Isn't that a pure malicious foul?

When he saw the linesman raise the flag, he was completely devastated.

Is it a throw-in for the Chinese team?
"It seems there was another dispute during the match. The South Korean team believed that Qin Ming committed a foul, but the referee did not call it."

"Let's take a look at the slow-motion replay."

"Forehead"

He Wei promptly changed the subject, "It seems like Kim Jin-soo got up."

As captured on camera, Qin Ming lifted the corner of his shirt to wipe away sweat and even tidied his hair.

The backdrop behind him shows Kim Jin-soo clutching his ribs and looking pained.

What is elegance?

That's what elegance is!
Looking at Qin Ming's warm smile, He Wei couldn't help but sigh, "Is this what it feels like to have taken revenge?"

As for Qin Ming's feelings?
He looked at Kim Jin-soo with a half-smile, saying nothing, yet it seemed as if he was saying: I still prefer your unruly side.

Kim Jin-soo wanted to yell, but the sharp pain in his ribs made him swallow his words.

"Shiba! Shiba! Shiba!"

He could only curse wildly in his heart.

But Qin Ming saw it as impotent rage, and his mood immediately improved.

It's definitely more satisfying to see others suffer losses.

"You're no pushover either; that last blow was pretty ruthless!"

Wu Lei was still a little scared.

"It was all taught to me by Olic. You know, Croatian veterans, well, they basically know a few moves."

Qin Ming did not try to shift the blame.

Olic's 20-year professional career has given him a wealth of experience in matches, including how to protect himself and how to counterattack.

Although Qin Ming didn't learn much, it was enough to deal with Kim Jin-soo.

"The top five leagues are really strong; they can even learn from these."

Wu Lei is even more determined to play abroad.

"The conflict on the field was finally quelled, and we saw the South Korean team make substitutions: Han Guorong replaced Lee Jung-hyup, and Cha Du-ri replaced Kim Jin-su."

"It seems Stielike is about to make a move by substituting players at this point!"

"Will Perrin make a response?"

"Sure enough, Jiang Zhipeng and Gao Lin were warming up on the bench."

For Perrin, he didn't want the game to go into overtime, otherwise, given the Chinese team's physical condition...

The probability of losing is very high.

Therefore, we must look for opportunities to launch quick counter-attacks and kill the game while the South Korean team is on a fierce attack.

Therefore, Jiang Zhipeng replaced Mei Fang, whose physical condition was declining, to stabilize the defense on the left flank, and then Gao Lin was brought on to provide a pivot point.

The game continues.

The previous clash between Qin Ming and Kim Jin-soo intensified the tension of the match.

"Send a long, oblique pass to find Son Heung-min!"

"Jiang Zhipeng is closing in! Ah, is he going to kick like this?"

On the field, Jiang Zhipeng was seen flying to meet the ball, but his foot was clearly raised too high.

If Son Heung-min hadn't dodged in time, he probably would have gotten a hard kick.

Beep! ! !
The referee promptly issued a yellow card, and Jiang Zhipeng felt wronged, saying, "He tried to headbutt my foot!"

Son Heung-min: "."

Dude, it was Kim Jin-soo who fouled Qin Ming, and he's been taken off the court now.

Why are you using tricks on me?

"Don't try to argue, you raised your foot too high. Be careful next time!"

The referee completely ignored it.

Son Heung-min, still shaken, gasped for breath, thinking he'd have to be careful when playing for the Chinese team in the future.

If his teammates have any intention of harming Qin Ming.

Then he should be careful not to get shot in the head by a Chinese team member.

"Let's take a look at South Korea's free kick in the attacking third. Park Joo-ho takes the kick and passes it into the penalty area!"

"Substitute Han Rong scores!"

"No! Beautiful! Zhang Linpeng judged the landing point very accurately and cleared the ball out of the penalty area a step ahead!"

"careful!"

Both teams' players rushed towards the second ball, determined to win possession.

However, Ki Sung-yueng, with his height advantage of 189cm, managed to overpower Qin Ming and head the ball to Nam Tae-hee on the side.

Just as South Korean fans were cheering for the header.

Zheng Zhi charged forward aggressively, snatched the ball from Nam Tae-hee's feet, and then sprinted forward with the ball.

"Boom boom boom boom! China will prevail!"

The dull drumbeats seemed to be the clarion call for a counterattack, and an unstoppable red torrent appeared on the field.

The Chinese team members ran forward with all their might.

"Foul! Foul!"

Stielike exclaimed in alarm that the Chinese team's counterattack had to be stopped.

Otherwise, they would be unable to organize an effective defensive line during the transition between offense and defense.

Moreover, the negative impact of being outnumbered is amplified to the extreme when defending.

Zheng Zhi noticed Son Heung-min's frantic pursuit and Park Joo-ho's rapid approach from the side. He chose to slow down his dribbling speed, made a slight adjustment, and sent out a long pass.

But they didn't look for Qin Ming, but Gao Lin. When Guangzhou Evergrande was at its peak and won the AFC Champions League, Gao Lin was a pillar of strength that even Japanese fans envied.

It hasn't been many years since then.

Gao Lin forcefully held off his club teammate Kim Young-kwon, and heard what sounded like a gust of wind beside him.

"later!!!"

Qin Ming's hoarse roar exploded, shooting past like an arrow released from a bow.

Hearing the sound, Gao Lin didn't suspect anything and rubbed his hair, which was covered in hair gel, back.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound of the ball being touched.

The football flew over the South Korean defense and landed in the empty penalty area.

More than 30,000 fans at the scene instinctively held their breath.

They gazed at the running boy with different expectations.

"The force of the impact was too great; it broke off!"

Even with these thoughts in mind, Stielike still felt an unprecedented tension.

Kim Jin-hyun left the gate carrying the expectations of all his teammates.

Tatata!
Qin Ming increased his speed again, his body swaying slightly.

"mine!"

Kim Jin-hyun thought Qin Ming was going to shoot, and his instinct as a goalkeeper made him fall to the ground and dive to the side!
But Qin Ming stomped his left foot on the turf, accelerating twice while simultaneously flicking the ball!

The ball and the player flew over Kim Jin-hyun.

The Melbourne Matrix Stadium was instantly filled with gasps of amazement.

The South Korean fans looked terrified, while the Chinese fans were overjoyed.

After getting past Kim Jin-hyun, Qin Ming controlled the ball and took two steps toward the empty goal, but did not shoot directly.

What does it mean?
He was still furious after elbowing Kim Jin-soo.

You should know that if Kim Jin-su hadn't blocked the kick in the first half, he wouldn't have been able to play for at least a few months.

After the Asian Cup, Wolfsburg will face the Bundesliga, Europa League and German Cup.

With the team competing on three fronts, if he is absent due to injury, not to mention the team's situation.

His first season is likely to be ruined.

To ruin someone's future is like killing their parents.

Qin Ming harbored a deep-seated resentment, so he did what he believed to be the right thing to do.

He stopped the ball outside the goal line, and only when Ki Sung-yueng frantically chased back did he flick the ball into the goal with his heel.

Naked humiliation!

2-1!

reverse!

The South Korean players and fans felt a burning sensation on their faces, as if they had been slapped countless times.

"Where is your sportsmanship?! You're insulting us!"

"Shiba! Shiba! Shiba!"

"Your leg should be broken! So you can never play football again!"

"."

South Korean fans with Taegeukgi stickers on their faces hysterically cursed.

Ki Sung-yong grabbed Qin Ming by the collar and growled, "What do you mean?"

"Ah!"

Qin Ming felt like he had become the villain. "Guess?"

"I guess... I—"

Ki Sung-yong was so angry that he couldn't speak, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

Before he could even recover, Gao Lin shoved him away forcefully. "Are you bullying a minor? If you have a problem, come at me! Don't fucking act tough here!"

"Don't worry, no matter what you've done, we're on your side."

Zheng Zhi pulled Qin Ming away from the vortex of the conflict, saying, "Actually, I also feel quite relieved, but we should do it less often in the future, or we might be maliciously retaliated against."

There are many similar stories in the football world, and Zheng Zhi has even experienced them firsthand.

That's when he offered Qin Ming advice based on his own experience.

To be honest, he could understand. Anyone would be annoyed if Qin Ming was targeted by tactics and frequently fouled by the Korean team.

"I only did that because I kicked them."

Qin Ming felt refreshed.

When he turned around, he saw a series of hostile stares, but he remained calm and continued walking towards the halfway point.

Seeing Qin Ming's proud and upright figure, Perrin on the sidelines went absolutely wild, grabbing the assistant coach's shoulder and shaking him, "He is a gift from God!"

From breaking through a seemingly impossible three-man encirclement to assist Wu Lei, to now using a counter-attack to get past the goalkeeper and score the winning goal.

All of this made Perrin feel like he was dreaming.

He also understood why Wenger always sighed about the missed geniuses when they used to chat.

"Then what do we do next?"

The assistant coach asked, still feeling dizzy.

"If we can maintain our high morale after scoring and withstand South Korea's final counterattack, we will advance!"

Perrin waved his hand dismissively.

the other side.

Stielike stared blankly at Qin Ming, realizing he had underestimated him.

But he quickly regained his composure, and compared to that series of lobbed breakthroughs, he felt this goal was fairly standard.

"Everyone, perk up! The game isn't over yet!"

Stielike called Ki Sung-yueng to his side and said, "When the game starts, control the ball first, wear down the Chinese team's passion, and then quickly penetrate from the midfield. Just follow the established tactics, and we will definitely win!"

"And tell our team members, do you want to lose to the people who humiliated them?"

"Alright!" Ki Sung-yong gritted his teeth upon hearing this and took a deep look at Qin Ming's back.

As a player with a strong sense of honor, he couldn't accept conceding a goal like that.

As for the harm they caused Qin Ming, they automatically forgot about it.

"China has turned the tide against South Korea in the 78th minute!"

In the stands, watching the CCTV broadcast, He Wei was so excited he could hardly contain himself: "Zheng Zhi's crucial tackle in the backfield, Gao Lin's steady touch, and Qin Ming's hurdling over the goalkeeper!"

"Aside from a slight misstep in the handling of the area in front of the gate..."

"But as the saying goes: 'If you're not reckless in your youth, you're not a true young man!'"

He Wei spoke fluently and naturally.

Actually, compared to Qin Ming's skills, it was the agility and spirit he exuded that captivated He Wei even more.

"Boom boom boom boom! China will prevail!"

"Knock knock knock knock! Qin Ming is awesome!"

Amid cheers from 20,000 Chinese fans.

The game starts again.

The South Korean players suppressed their anger and controlled the ball as instructed by Stielike.

What we need to do now is to maintain a steady pace.

Otherwise, if the Chinese team scores another goal, they will really have no chance.

Time passes bit by bit.

"Is Zhang Chengdong too excited? He's pushing too far forward!"

"Park Joo-ho makes a long pass to his side!"

"Han Guorong!"

South Korean fans instantly perked up, and their cheers became louder.

Han Guorong stopped the ball on the wing and looked up to observe.

As the competition entered its final stages, the Chinese players' physical condition deteriorated significantly, and Cai Huikang's lack of running ability resulted in an opening in his right rib area.

Zheng Zhi could only grit his teeth and go to cover.

He's at his limit now, and the reason Perrin isn't replacing him is that he still wants him to have a chance to prove himself.

After all, he is the defensive anchor.

In the shot, Zhang Linpeng quickly ran to Han Guorong's vicinity, but the latter had already taken the opportunity to pass the ball out.

They were looking for Ki Sung-yueng, who could quickly make a forward run.

"I'll take it!" Zheng Zhi made a decisive tackle when he saw the situation was not good.

(End of this chapter)