Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 96 A Goal That Was Like a Work of Art! (19)

"An unexpected incident occurred just five minutes into the match!"

"Wang Dalei and Younis collided while vying for the ball, and judging from their performance, neither of them can continue!"

Sure enough, the referee called for stretchers and carried both players off the field!

"Let's see how both sides make substitutions. China brings on Zeng Cheng, and Iraq brings on Merram!"

"If we consider the roles of the two players, I think the impact of this accident should be more beneficial to the Chinese team!"

He Wei knew that the Iraqi team members had excellent mental attributes, but apart from Younis, they were all too young, with an average age of only 23.48 years old.

Younis is not only the core of Iraq's attack, but also the leader and spiritual pillar of the entire team.

Sure enough, after the game restarted, the Iraqi team lost their rhythm.

Qin Ming keenly noticed this, made a gesture to his teammates, and quickly moved towards the side lane.

Zheng Zhi's pass came at just the right moment.

Never underestimate someone who has emerged from any war, and this saying carries even greater weight in the world of football.

Many legendary Croatian players are examples of this.

Although the Iraqi players lost their leader, their defensive attitude remained resolute.

Salim, who plays in his home league, immediately stepped forward.

He didn't try to steal the ball; he just stuck to Qin Ming.

At the same time, Abdul Amir quickly closed in from the side, while Yassin behind gritted his teeth and chased after him frantically.

"You value me that much?"

Qin Ming knew that it would be very difficult to break free under these circumstances, and even if he managed to get through, he would probably be taken down.

Without any choice.

They could only pass the ball back to Zheng Zhi, abandoning their attempt to break through.

"Iraq's defense against Qin Ming is very tight!"

"We must use our numerical advantage to make up for the gap in individual abilities!"

"Furthermore, we have also increased manpower in the hinterland to guard against Yu Hai and Gao Lin's support!"

"Let's see if the other players on the Chinese team can step up!"

He Wei is now somewhat worried.

The unexpected incident on the field made him very nervous.

Perhaps due to his high frequency of appearances and long playing time, Zheng Zhi seemed to be in a slump today.

He received a pass from Qin Ming and passed it to the wing. When he received another pass from Mei Fang, he slipped.

And coincidentally, there were Iraqi players next to Zheng Zhi.

"An opportunity!" Camille was overjoyed and sprinted forward, carrying the ball toward the penalty area.

Most importantly, the Chinese team is in an attacking formation, with greater spacing between defenders compared to when they are defending.

This allowed Camille to accelerate!
Ren Hang frantically pushed forward, trying to force Camille to the limit.

But Camille glanced at the center of the pitch, adjusted his footing slightly, and delivered a cross.

Snapped!
Substitute Melham carried Zhang Linpeng and unleashed a powerful volley at the ball!

The football, like a cannonball, hurtled towards the top right corner of the goal.

Zeng Cheng reacted faster than Wang Dalei, but his range of movement was smaller, which resulted in him blocking a smaller area.

Bang! The football hit his palm, deflected, and was blocked by the white net.

"Merram scores!"

"Just nine minutes after that unexpected incident, Iraq seized on Zheng Zhi's mistake and changed the score to 0-1!"

"This is perhaps what people often say: anything can happen on the football field!"

"Younis's unexpected departure was a major blow to Iraq, but no one expected our veteran Zheng Zhi to make a mistake!"

He Wei's tone was somewhat low.

At Newcastle Stadium, the small number of Iraqi fans were celebrating hysterically.

They already felt their chances were slim with Eunice off the field.

But it seems that fate was on their side; no, it was their own hard work that paid off!
On the field, Melham ran wildly in celebration, bearing immense pressure as Younis's substitute.

Because he knew that for war-torn Iraq, bringing joy to the people of this country through football was the greatest meaning of their struggle.

This is why they are eager to replicate the miracle of the 2007 Asian Cup.

However, they lost to Australia this year, so they can only aim for third place.

However, Younis's unexpected injury and the sudden rise of the Chinese team made them lose hope.

"When Iraqis unite, no one can defeat us!"

Merram hugged his teammates and roared.

Not far away, Qin Ming looked at the united Iraqi team members, and then at Zheng Zhi, who was standing silently with his head down beside him.

"Hey! So what if we conceded one goal? We'll score again later!"

Qin Ming deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Exactly! Gerrard slips sometimes too—wait a minute!"

Gao Lin had intended to ease the tension, but he realized something was wrong as soon as he said it.

Last season in the Premier League, Liverpool topped the table with 80 points, five points ahead of second-placed Chelsea.

As a result, Gerrard slipped while controlling the ball, and Demba Ba intercepted the ball and broke into the penalty area to score.

Liverpool ultimately lost 0-2 to Chelsea, not only losing the match but also the Premier League title.

Gao Lin's words gave Zheng Zhi a bad feeling.

"What did you say!"

Qin Ming punched Gao Lin, shrugged, and argued, "Just wait and see my performance!"

He knew the situation was critical and someone had to step forward.

Otherwise, the impact of low morale will only grow stronger.

"Yes! Keep it up! Keep it up!"

Zheng Zhi has played for so many years and has weathered many storms, so he shouldn't lose his composure because of this.

Of course, self-blame is unavoidable.

Soon, the game started again.

Perrin, standing on the sidelines, looked worried. He was thinking exactly the same thing as Qin Ming, now that Iraq had scored the first goal.

Moreover, it's obvious they're going to park the bus and play a defensive counter-attacking style.

Can we hold on for 70 minutes?

No one knows.

But Inter Milan once held off a peak Barcelona, ​​and Greece won the European Championship. There are too many examples of winning by parking the bus.

"Keep it up!"

Perrin gazed at Qin Ming and murmured.

He knew that under tight defense, apart from having a better chance of set pieces, he could only rely on Qin Ming.

Because only he has the ability to make consecutive breakthroughs.

On the other side, Shenehill's shouts never stopped.

"Strengthen midfield defense!"

"Upper body, upper body, this isn't a ping-pong ball!"

"Don't let him get past, even if it means committing a foul, stop him! Keep a close eye on him!"

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Shenehill even had an impulse to have his players foul Qin Ming off the court, so that even if one of them was sent off, their chances of winning would actually increase significantly.

The 31th minute of the game.

Mei Fang dribbled the ball to the center line, and Qin Ming ran to the flank to receive it.

But he was knocked to the ground before he could even catch the ball.

*Beep!* The referee blew his whistle to indicate a foul. Qin Ming adjusted his shin guards before getting up.

He's been having a tough time playing lately.

As soon as you get the ball, you'll be closely marked, and the opponent won't hesitate to foul you.

The key point is that the Australian referee's standards for judgment are quite high.

"Grass!"

Qin Ming spat, his voice blazing with anger, "Continue! Continue!"

He refused to believe he wouldn't find an opportunity.

"Iraq's defenses are becoming increasingly solid!"

"People often say that football is a modern war, and when one side gets a positive response, their fighting spirit will be even stronger!"

"That's what Iraq is like now!"

"Hey, Qin Ming had a chance to break through on the wing, but Salim grabbed him around the waist!"

"This"

He Wei was utterly helpless.

How can you break through a defense like that? Even Maradona couldn't do anything about it.

Salim ignored the referee who showed him the yellow card and instead gave Qin Ming a fierce look.

Last January, during their club's training session, a player was tragically killed in a bomb attack. He was standing right next to the player at the time.

Therefore, he couldn't believe that someone who had experienced life and death couldn't stop a naive child.

Then look at the more than two hundred Iraqi fans in the stands.

They carried a special football mission: to bring third place back to the country.

"It's quite scary."

Qin Ming respected his opponents, but on this green field, he feared no one.

die?
I've died once, too.

His ruthlessness seeped out at this moment, and he turned around without saying a word.

The 37th minute of the game.

After receiving the ball, Qin Ming made no attempt to hide and charged straight at Salim.

The two resumed their fight.

Salim was clearly no match for him; if Yassin hadn't returned to defend in time, he probably would have been beaten.

"Is Qin Ming playing a bit too aggressively?"

"He should have passed the ball better, but he chose to do it himself!"

"Now is not the time to be petty with your opponent!"

He Wei was somewhat anxious.

He knew that young people were always impulsive and would act recklessly once provoked.

But this is often how failures occur.

Iraq also noticed the problem, and Shnahir gestured to Salim, urging him to continue provoking Qin Ming as much as possible.

If it can create conflict.
Qin Ming glanced at the coaching bench on the sidelines. Although he didn't know what it represented, he could guess its general meaning.

However, no one saw the cunning hidden in his eyes.

"Xiao Qin, calm down, take it slow!"

Gao Lin also offered his advice.

"I know, watch my position later, I'm coming from the middle lane."

Qin Ming answered.

After his antics, the opponent began to focus on defending the flanks, which created space for a breakthrough in the middle.

He just needs one chance.

"Okay!" Gao Lin nodded.

"Go China!"

"China! Victory is certain!"

Amidst the cheers of over 30,000 fans, the first half came to an end.

Perhaps because time was running out, the Iraqi team members became somewhat lax, and Qin Ming quietly pulled back.

He accelerated to avoid the onrushing defenders and poked the ball to Gao Lin before Camille could reach it.

"pass!"

Before he finished speaking, Gao Lin passed the ball in front of him, but the pass was too far forward.

"Damn it!" Gao Lin also realized that the rumors had spread too far, and cursed himself inwardly.

But just as he was about to retaliate, he saw someone rushing towards Qin Ming.

Qasim!
The Iraqi midfielder, only 23 years old, moved to London with his family when he was 7 due to the war, and quickly showed his extraordinary talent.

He not only joined Tottenham's youth academy but also played for Brighton & Hove Albion in the English Premier League.

Qasim's idol is Younis, and he wants to be like him and become a hero in Iraqi football.

At this moment, he had already achieved his plan: as long as he could intercept the ball, he could launch a counterattack.

If they can take the lead, then with their tenacity, they can definitely hold on until the end of the game.

So I decisively went down and tackled the football!
Swish!
Qin Ming seemed to hear the sound of someone sliding across the grass, and his body reacted in a flash.

He suddenly flicked his right foot upwards!
Snap! The football seemed to be enchanted, leaping into the air in an instant and avoiding Kassim's sliding tackle.

Qasim stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Not a buddy?

He didn't even see it clearly before the football soared into the air.

Is this really not a magic trick?

Before he could process the shock in his heart, he nervously watched Qin Ming running away.

The previous teammates were all my own; it should end here, right? I guess so.

At that moment, he had a bad feeling.

"It still has to be a muscle reaction."

Qin Ming was startled by his own reaction, but then he accepted the fact and charged toward the restricted area, stopping and starting.

He scanned his surroundings but didn't see any teammates.

Opportunity knocks but once!
Then do it yourself!
Facing the Iraqi team members who were on high alert, he launched a series of single-wheeled attacks before Qaya could even get close enough to fire.

While flexibly swinging your left and right feet, observe Kayafei's movements.

Put the shovel in!

This was exactly what Qin Ming had been waiting for.

In a sudden shift from stillness to motion, it changed direction as if dancing a waltz, using agile touches to break free.

It's not over yet!

Qin Ming had developed a habit during training: he prepared for the next movement with each action.

Therefore, he had already made a mental plan after he got rid of it.

as predicted.

Another fierce, low-sliding tackle came hurtling in.

"Hiss!" The Chinese fans in the stands gasped, clenching their fists and staring intently.

Their faces were filled with intense anticipation.

Perrin, standing on the sidelines, also stood on tiptoe, trying to get a better view.

Under the spotlight!

Qin Ming was faster than Shakira; he flicked the ball up with his right foot!
*Thud!* With a crisp sound, the football soared into the air once more, tracing an elegant arc.

Iraqi goalkeeper Hamid helplessly lowered his hand and looked back at the football that had already fallen into the goal.

Done!

Their defense was singled out and they became the perfect backdrop.

1-1! ! !

"Qin Ming and Yu Hai are working together by crashing into each other!"

"Pick the ball!"

"Cycling!"

"A chip shot!"

"The goal went in!"

He Wei only said a few words, and before he knew it, the score was changed.

But when he saw the slow-motion replay, he got really excited.

"What kind of goal was that?"

"Solo adventure!"

"I can almost hear the lively melody coming from the green field!"

"Look at his every move, it's like a work of art, perfect!"

"In the 38th minute of the match, Qin Ming helped the Chinese team equalize the score with his strong individual ability!"

"He's back in top form after recovering from injury, and he never disappoints the fans!"

"Qin Ming!"

He Wei was so excited that his voice trembled slightly.

The camera also focused on Qin Ming, who was celebrating his goal with a sliding knee celebration, waving his arms excitedly.

To put it bluntly, without going into scientific terms...

He had a premonition that he would score when he instinctively lobbed the ball over Kassim.

confidence?

may be.

But whatever it was, he enjoyed the feeling.

"how did you do it?"

Yu Hai had never imagined that the ball could go in like that; he had never even dreamed of it at night.

"When I was a child, someone said I was exceptionally talented, and that they would give me anything if I gave them 10 yuan."

Qin Ming said it offhand.

"Damn, isn't this 'Kung Fu Hustle'? You're making fun of me again!"

Yu Hai said this in an annoyed tone.

(End of this chapter)