Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 92 He has completed his trial of the South Korean team! (15)

But to his surprise, Ki Sung-yueng dribbled the ball to the side without stopping it.

Bang! Son Heung-min finally found an opportunity, stopped the ball half a meter in front of him, and before Ren Hang could block him, he unleashed a powerful shot.

Wang Dalei reacted and also lunged at the ball.

But the ball deflected and bounced into the goal.

2-2!

South Korea managed to reverse the situation after being overtaken, but it was in the final stages of the match.

This boosted their morale to an unprecedented level.

Son Heung-min raised his arms and ran down to the stands to greet the cheers of the South Korean fans.

Watching Qin Ming perform again and again, even though he told himself not to care, how could a young man not care?
Now he has finally proven himself with a crucial goal.

Moreover, he had a strange premonition that victory was within reach.

If they can tie the score at this point and drag the game into extra time, then the South Korean team can continue to gain the advantage with their better physical condition until the game ends.

The Chinese team can only slowly wait to die, like frogs being boiled in lukewarm water.

"Good job!"

Ki Sung-yueng frantically patted Son Heung-min's back. Heaven knows how much pressure he had just been under. As his most promising year, he didn't want to fall at the hands of the Chinese team.

Moreover, Qin Ming's almost humiliating goal just now made him feel ashamed like never before.

His strong sense of self-respect made it impossible for him to accept losing to someone like that.

"Score one more! Score one more! If the game against China goes to overtime, it's no different from a defeat for us!"

Park Joo-ho's eyes were filled with resentment.

He was equally angry at Qin Ming's behavior, and he had even planned to humiliate him severely as the victor after the match ended.

"come on! Come on!"

The South Korean players roared as they returned to their own half of the court.

Not far away, Qin Ming said somewhat irritably, "Damn, at this point, they scored a goal."

He was naturally well aware of what the South Korean team members knew.

If the game goes into overtime, they are almost certain to lose unless a miracle occurs.

He can now feel the depletion of his physical strength.

He switched from the left flank to the right flank and sprinted back and forth so many times, and those two opportunities were earned through relentless running.

If he keeps playing like this, he'll have to be substituted first.

Qin Ming glanced at Zheng Zhi, who was supporting his knees; it was clear that Zheng Zhi was also nearing his limit.

But they only have one substitution left.

"We absolutely cannot let it go into overtime!"

Qin Ming slapped his cheeks hard, forcing himself to stay awake, and looked up at the scoreboard.

86: 42!

With less than four minutes remaining in regulation time, there will likely be more stoppage time, given the frequent clashes in this match.

"Brother Zheng, I don't know if the Korean team will continue to attack. If they do, I want to look for one last chance."

Qin Ming gestured to Kim Young-kwon, "You know Kim Young-kwon better than I do. He tends to attack from the front, leaving space for long passes behind him."

"Wu Lei will run with me and help distract the defenders."

Qin Ming didn't want the game to go into overtime, so he had to make one last desperate attempt.

"Okay! I'll find an opportunity to send a long pass over the top!"

Zheng Zhi rubbed his thighs to relieve his fatigue.

"It'll all depend on your positioning later. If Ki Sung-yueng marks me tightly, then..."

Qin Ming said to Wu Lei.

This kind of opportunity, whether it exists or not, will only come once, and we can't afford to waste it.

"I understand!" Wu Lei took a deep breath.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Chinese fans clashed with South Korean fans, and the players on both sides fought fiercely.

However, insufficient physical strength led to a surge in the error rate.

However, if someone were to do a careful analysis, they would find that the Chinese team made more mistakes.

Stielike had already sensed this; he had been considering whether to drag the game into overtime.

That way, the chances of winning should be greater.

However, considering that in the last round of the group stage, they fought Australia for 90 minutes, but the Chinese team easily defeated North Korea.

Perhaps the Chinese team has more physical reserves than them.

Stielike didn't want to gamble; he still wanted to capitalize on his advantage and finish the game within regulation time.

A decisive blow against the opponent!

"Get on top!"

After thinking it over, he no longer hesitated and pointed to the Chinese team's goal.

With the head coach's permission, the South Korean players were invigorated and launched a fierce offensive.

The game reached the 90th minute.

The fourth official raised an LED board to indicate 5 minutes of stoppage time.

"Given the current situation, no one dares to replace him!"

"Because we don't know if it will go to extra time, we want to keep a spot as a backup!"

"Hey! Son Heung-min gets the ball on the wing and gets past Jiang Zhipeng!"

"The second dribble was a bit too long, resulting in a forced cross, which Han Guorong headed in!"

"Wang Dalei!"

"Pretty!"

After being interfered with by Zhang Linpeng, Han Guorong failed to generate power when heading the ball.

Wang Dalei easily picked up the ball.

“Run! Run!”

Wang Dalei shouted at the top of his lungs, and only after the South Korean team quickly retreated did he throw the ball to Zhang Chengdong.

After realizing they had been tricked, the South Korean team pressed forward again.

When both sides make more mistakes, the probability of scoring a goal increases significantly if you can intercept the ball in the opponent's half.

It can also reduce the defensive pressure on the backcourt.

Zhang Chengdong felt his legs were a little weak, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

What else to do?
Hands on hips, taking a walk?
To be a sinner?
At this critical moment, they are all holding on by sheer willpower, their steps never faltering even when the whistle blows.

*Snap!* Before Li Genhao could press the ball, Zhang Chengdong passed it to Cai Huikang.

"careful!"

When he saw the car rapidly plunging into the belly of the vehicle, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Why did this thing come up from behind?
Fortunately, Zhang Chengdong's reminder prompted Cai Huikang to take two steps forward, blocking the car's path before passing it back to Zheng Zhi.

When people thought Zheng Zhi was going to move to the open space on the left wing.

The sharp-eyed Son Heung-min spotted a furtive figure cutting in front of him.

"later!"

Son Heung-min's hoarse voice couldn't be heard at all; it was drowned out by the noise of the scene.

*Thwack!* Zheng Zhi used almost all his remaining strength to swing his right leg and strike the bottom of the football.

"A long pass over the top!"

"It seems like there's a chance! It seems like there's a chance!"

"Qin Ming! When did he move forward? He's already in the open space on the right flank!"

"Was it offside or not?"

"The linesman didn't raise his flag!"

"Can we deliver the final blow?!"

He Wei couldn't continue his commentary; he stared intently at the football field.

at the same time.

Tens of thousands of fans in the stadium suddenly stood up.

Stielike clutched his chest, his vision blurring.

Perrin was so nervous that she grabbed her hair.

On the court, Qin Ming felt as if his legs were filled with lead, each step he took adding to his heaviness.

But the wildly beating heart in his chest seemed to be a powerful engine.

Boom, boom, boom!

Each jump adds a bit of power.

Kim Jin-hyun, positioned at the goal, launched another attack, his nerves taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. There was no other way.

Qin Ming, who was approaching, was clearly very young, yet he made Qin Ming feel an unprecedented sense of pressure.

Wherever Qin Ming's gaze fell, he saw Kim Jin-hyun, as well as Guo Taihui and Kim Young-kwon frantically chasing after him.

At this moment, all the harsh noise around us disappeared, and the flow of time seemed to slow down.

Only he was unaffected.

A lob shot over Kim Jin-hyeon, who was struggling to climb!
He flicked the ball past Guo Taihui, who was sliding in to tackle him!
Fake shot!

The 30,000 fans at the scene fell silent involuntarily, staring in disbelief at the agile figure.

Is he dancing in the restricted area?
When people came to their senses from the light music and dancing, Guo Taihui had already been knocked down on the grass by Qin Ming, and Jin Yingquan's flying block only blocked the air.

Facing an undefended goal, Qin Ming calmly fired a shot with his left foot!

*Thud!* The football, under Kim Jin-hyun's desperate gaze, sped along the grass towards the goal.

3-2! ! !

The Matrix Stadium in Melbourne fell silent for a moment.

Whoosh! A burst of hysterical cheers erupted instantly, as if trying to burst through the roof and soar into the sky.

South Korean fans were stunned and couldn't believe what they were seeing; their pride shattered with that goal.

"A game-winning shot! A game-winning shot! A game-winning shot!"

"Qin Ming! He killed the game! He defeated the South Korean team with a last-minute victory!!"

"Look at his performance in the penalty area, dazzling feints, every touch of the ball is unpredictable and imaginative!"

"The entire stadium seemed to have become his stage!"

"After he threw the defenders off balance, he delivered the final blow to the South Korean team with a powerful shot!"

"The Chinese team's decades-long fear of South Korea has been decisively broken by him!"

He Wei racked his brains to describe this brilliant goal, but he felt that even the most eloquent words could not do it justice.

After scoring, Qin Ming took off his red jersey. At that moment, he felt no fatigue whatsoever and only wanted to vent his passionate emotions.

“Vamos!”

Qin Ming roared with fervor, revealing his chiseled physique, his sweat forming silvery streams.

Only now does he realize that his life after transmigrating was not in vain.

I also came to understand the allure of football: one thought can lead to heaven, another to hell!
He was the one who sent his opponent to hell.

This excited him even more, as if he were in control of other people's destinies.

Besides, how could a victory be so captivating without the contrast of defeat?

Qin Ming closed his eyes, enjoying the cheers from the sky and the sorrow of the South Korean team members behind him.

We're going to make it to the semifinals!

Wu Lei jumped onto Qin Ming's back and raised his arms in a shout.

Next to him were all the Chinese team members, including those on the bench.

"Stop! Stop!"

Perrin was startled to see that Wang Dalei also wanted to join the celebration.

According to the rules of football, if there is no one in your own half, the opponent can kick off.

They finally managed to snatch a victory against the South Korean team.

If Perrin were to be tied like this, he might have a heart attack on the spot.

"Oh my!" Wang Dalei was also too excited. Ever since he started playing professional football, he had known that the Chinese team was afraid of South Korea.

He also thought about helping the Chinese team break the curse.

But a goalkeeper is just a goalkeeper.

Wang Dalei looked enviously at his teammates in the distance, who were smiling broadly as they surrounded Qin Ming, as if they were embracing the hope of the future.

The South Korean penalty area was completely silent.

Kim Jin-hyun, Kim Young-kwon, and others collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the spotlight above them.

How did things get to this point?
They recalled Qin Ming's continuous escapes and felt that no matter what they did, they couldn't figure him out.

It looked like he was going to shoot, so why did he both chip the ball and fake a shot? You can do fakes, but why do so many?
Having been broken through a three-man encirclement, humiliated on the goal line, and treated like dogs, the South Korean players' mentality completely collapsed at this moment.

Stop mentioning things like the game isn't over yet, or that we can't give up hope.

They just want to get away from this place that has branded them with shame.

Son Heung-min stood with his hands on his hips, panting heavily.

He looked at Qin Ming, who still had a bright smile even after being shown a yellow card, and felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Both Shengyu and He Shengliang.

He finally understood that sentence from "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Just six months ago, he was Asia's flag bearer and a rising star about to head to the Premier League.

But now he has become a loser.

"Let's start." Park Joo-ho said weakly, having lost all fighting spirit.

His earlier plan to mock Qin Ming had now become a joke.

"Try again!" Ki Sung-yueng couldn't accept failing like this.

However, after the game restarted, Perrin made a substitution, replacing Qin Ming with Liu Binbin.

Amidst enthusiastic applause from Chinese fans, Qin Ming limped off the field, seemingly deliberately stalling for time.

Indeed.

But my legs also hurt a lot.

That final series of escapes, seemingly effortless, actually showcased explosive power, speed, and balance, completely draining his last ounce of energy.

In addition to Kim Jin-su's previous foul, there was indeed noticeable discomfort in his right leg.

But the South Korean players saw it as a waste of time. Ki Sung-yueng ran over to try to push Qin Ming off the field, but was stopped by two bodyguards when he got close.

Zhang Chengdong and Cai Huikang stood like gatekeepers, firmly keeping Ki Sung-yung out.

"Damn it! All you do is use cheap tricks. If you're so capable, win with your skills!"

"You son of a bitch, you deserve to die!"

Are you guys really that afraid of us scoring?

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The South Korean fans, having lost their composure, went berserk, unleashing a torrent of curses.

Qin Ming couldn't understand it.

But I was familiar with terms like "Xiba" and "Zugola".

So, after high-fiving and hugging Liu Binbin, he stood in front of the bench and, with a smile on his face, held up three fingers to the South Korean fans.

Arrogant!

In the eyes of South Korean fans, that smiling face was too arrogant and deserved a beating.

Whoosh! Even more frenzied insults came flooding in like a tidal wave, but Qin Ming seemed to be enjoying it.

Did you hear that?

Qin Ming crossed his legs and hummed a little tune, "A player who can't get cursed by the opposing fans isn't a good player."

Yu Hai: "."

He was genuinely afraid that Qin Ming might one day be beaten up with a sack over his head while walking down the street.

"You should hire a couple more bodyguards in the future," Yu Hai sincerely suggested.

"That's for sure."

Qin Ming also knows that his playing style is not popular, mainly because it is not popular with his opponents and their fans.

The game continues on the field.

But Ki Sung-yueng's idea was too idealistic; not every player is like him, able to immediately pick themselves up after experiencing a huge setback.

Kim Young-kwon and the others, whose Dao Hearts had been shattered by Qin Ming, had already accepted their defeat in the match.

Perrin also maintained the shamelessness he had shown at the small clubs.

drag!
When Ki Sung-yueng's long-range shot was caught by Wang Dalei, the latter decisively chose to lie in the grass for a full six seconds.

He wouldn't have gotten up unless the referee reminded him.

Wang Dalei launched a long ball forward, Gao Lin squeezed past Kim Young-gwon to win a touch, but Liu Binbin, who received the ball, did not dribble forward.

Instead, they stayed near the corner flag area.

It's still dragging on.

When the South Korean team cleared the ball out of bounds, Liu Binbin and Gao Lin repeated the same tactic.

Don't worry about saving face.

As long as you can win.

Beep-beep-beep!
The already desperate South Korean fans finally heard the whistle of judgment.

3-2!

Having arrived with confidence and determination, they will miss out on the Asian Cup title for the first time in 55 years.

(End of this chapter)