Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 97 The match reaches its climax! The winning goal is scored! (20)

"Hahaha!"

Gao Lin, standing next to him, burst into laughter, then smacked his lips, feeling a mix of emotions.

His pass was a bit too long, which ironically created a memorable moment.

He suddenly remembered Busquets' assist of the century.

His is probably just as good, right?
Ugh.

The little kid who once praised his shooting skills has grown up to this extent.

It's unimaginable.

He could see it clearly from not far away; that indescribable agility made it seem impossible to steal the ball from him.

Zheng Zhi also hugged Qin Ming tightly, making it a little difficult for Qin Ming to breathe.

This shows how much he had blamed himself before.

"Brother Zheng, don't overthink it. You still have to do the dirty work for me."

Qin Ming used a joke to ease Zheng Zhi's self-blame.

"Alright! You go ahead and charge ahead without worry, I'll protect you from behind!"

Zheng Zhi patted Qin Ming on the back.

The Chinese players returned to their own half of the field chatting and laughing, while the Iraqi players seemed to be starting to lose their composure.

Even if they have strong mental attributes, being almost swept aside in one go will still affect their mood.

"Boom boom boom boom! China will prevail!"

"Boom boom boom boom! China will prevail!"

When the Chinese team equalized, the fans erupted in even louder cheers.

Perrin stood on the sidelines for a few minutes before reluctantly sitting back down.

art.

Art holds immense appeal for every French person.

This is even more pronounced in the world of football.

Otherwise, Wenger wouldn't have been able to sweep through the notoriously brutal Premier League with his beautiful football.

Perrin too.

Today he has witnessed another kind of art.

individual.

Unlike the fluid teamwork of a team, when an individual treats the court as a stage and fully showcases their abilities, their performance is incredibly dynamic.

"It's truly fascinating."

Perrin murmured.

Next door, Iraqi head coach Shenehir touched his bald head, glanced at the dimly lit players' tunnel, and sighed silently.

The fact that Eunice was substituted due to injury already had a significant impact.

Now Qin Ming has once again made a solo run across a thousand miles. Can their young players hold on?
Shener did not have high hopes.

"Why wasn't he the one who got hurt?!"

Shenehill signaled to his players to maintain their rhythm and not concede another goal.

Otherwise, today's match would probably be very difficult.

With little time remaining in the first half, the Chinese team intensified their attack after gaining momentum, and Qin Ming's performance also improved.

That's football.

When he makes a brilliant breakthrough, his confidence becomes a sharp weapon.

No one can stop him.

"Cow tail connection, sudden stop, inward cut!"

"That chip shot was a little off; it grazed the post and went wide!"

"such a pity!"

"The referee has blown the whistle, the first half is over!"

He Wei still felt some regret.

If there had been another five minutes, the score would most likely have been changed.

The halftime break gave the Iraqi team time to adjust, and how the second half will go remains to be seen.

But He Wei believes that the Chinese team has a real chance given their current form.

On the field, the Iraqi players all looked at that figure from behind. Before, they were wondering whether it would be more difficult to play against the UAE or the Chinese team.

The answer at the time was the UAE.

But now they've changed their minds; they'd rather fight the UAE than face Qin Ming.

Because you know he wants to be with you, but you can't stop him no matter what you do.

Their graceful and dynamic figures drove them crazy.

Qin Ming had no idea what his opponent was thinking. He took the water from the assistant coach, rinsed his mouth, and spat it out to the side.

"Qin, that was a perfect breakthrough, and a crucial goal."

Perrin walked into the tunnel alongside Qin Ming. "To be honest, I didn't even see it clearly before you brought the ball into the penalty area."

He had already been thinking about how to adjust for the do-or-die situation in the second half.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ming suddenly displayed his full potential, giving him a pleasant surprise.

This feeling is simply wonderful.

"It's probably difficult to do it again."

Qin Ming saw it clearly: he had been closely watched from the beginning, and Iraq would probably arrange for him to have a bodyguard in the second half.

"Wait for me to do it!"

Perrin said with great confidence.

Since his teammates are so great, he certainly can't let them down.

Tactics are also a powerful tool for changing the course of a battle!
He was confident in his tactics.

Back in the locker room, Perrin pulled out his tactical board and drew a few circles on it.

"Iraq's attacking tactics are very simple: long passes and crosses behind the defense, just like Saudi Arabia's."

"In the second half, we need to stabilize our defense and guard against their counter-attacks and crosses."

"On the offensive end, move the pivot forward to expand the space in the heart of the field. Qin Ming, you can hold the ball less and pass more. We will focus on attacking the two flanks and the right wing."

Perrin put it very succinctly.

The locker room quickly returned to quiet.

Qin Ming leaned against the cabinet door, closed his eyes to rest, and cleared his mind to relax.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

"We never thought we could make it to the semifinals before we came here, but now that we've made it this far!"

"That proves we have the capability!"

"I'll say it again: don't let the fans down, and don't let yourself down!"

"Give it a try!"

Zheng Zhi, Qin Ming, and others formed a circle, folded their right hands together, and then flicked them downwards.

"Go China! Go China! Go China!"

With unwavering confidence, they returned to their positions.

The Iraqi team was equally spirited, and although it was just a game, it had a different significance.

Beep! ! !
After the match started, the two teams fought even more fiercely, and within less than 10 minutes, three players received yellow cards.

"Iraqi center-back Qayafi, and Chinese players Zhang Chengdong and Sun Ke have all received yellow cards for fouls!"

"We can see that the referee seems to be consciously tightening his standards!"

"Perhaps he also realized that if this continued, the intensity of the competition would become uncontrollable!"

"Take a look at this half-ball!"

"Zheng Zhi!"

Anyone who plays football regularly knows that when you're going to kick an opponent, whoever pulls back is the one who gets injured.

So when Yassin swung his right leg, Zheng Zhi had no intention of dodging.

Bang! The football was caught between two forces and flew directly out of bounds.

The two of them fell to the ground with a thud.

Qin Ming cast a concerned glance at Zheng Zhi, who smiled and rubbed his leg, indicating that there was no major problem.

The match entered its 60th minute.

The Chinese team's old problem has resurfaced: physical fitness.

Moreover, they had played several high-intensity matches before, and their physical strength was rapidly depleted in the past month.

Fatigue naturally sets in.

But the Iraqi team wasn't much better off. Their chances of advancing were even slimmer, as they faced tougher competition from Japan, Jordan, and Palestine, and in the quarterfinals, they went to penalties against Iran.

In the semi-final, they were bombarded by Australia for 90 minutes.

Coupled with Younis' unexpected injury, their attack appeared very weak.

Before we knew it, the game had reached the 69st minute.

Perrin made the first substitution, replacing Yu Hai with Wu Lei.

This is to use Wu Lei's positioning to find opportunities to kill the game.

Not long after, the Iraqi team also made a substitution, with Adnan replacing Yassin.

The former is a tall midfielder who plays for Udinese in Serie A, and strength and physicality are his strengths.

"It seems that Shenehill is still targeting Qin Ming!" "It seems that in his mind, only by restricting Qin Ming can they have a chance!"

"There are only 20 minutes left in the regular time!"

"The competition has entered a heated phase!"

As the intensity of the competition increased, the players' physical condition declined rapidly, and the error rate rose.

Even Qin Ming was not immune to failure in his several attempts to break through.

Fortunately, Zheng Zhi made timely defensive adjustments, and Mei Fang positioned himself deep enough to intercept Iraq's counter-attack in midfield.

"It's clear that Adnan's restrictions on Qin Ming are still effective!"

"Now it all comes down to who scores first, whoever gets the advantage!"

"Here it comes! Sun Ke dribbles down the right flank and beats Ismail in one go!"

"Cross from the byline!"

"Gao Lin found his position, jumped up, and headed the ball towards the goal!"

"pity!"

Gao Lin was too focused on generating power, causing the ball to fly over the crossbar.

Perrin was stomping his feet wildly on the sidelines.

Why does Gao Lin look so frustrated playing? He always seems to miss opportunities when they're right in front of him?

But then Iraq launched a long pass, and Adnan forced Qin Ming to make a cross.

Merram will be one-on-one with the goalkeeper after he moves forward.

At the last second, Zhang Linpeng slid in from the side and cleared the ball out of bounds.

"so close!"

The Chinese fans at the scene breathed a sigh of relief. It was Mellam who had seized the opportunity to score earlier, and he almost found another chance just now.

The dramatic twists and turns of the situation have made people uneasy.

They always had this inexplicable feeling that a goal would come very soon.

As for who?

Whoosh! Suddenly Newcastle Stadium erupted in noise as Qin Ming, dribbling with the outside of his foot, suddenly changed direction and nutmegged Adnan.

This time, he didn't give the other man a chance to get physical, and kicked the grass hard to speed past Adnan.

"Pretty!"

"Qin Ming broke free and charged straight in!"

"Looks like he's about to shoot?"

"The Iraqi team arrived very quickly!"

On the court, Qin Ming ignored the defenders and continued to adjust his footwork and rhythm.

But in the next second.

When Wu Lei quietly made a diagonal run to the right, he delivered a no-look pass!

Qin Ming's technology has improved significantly recently.

why?
It's related to De Bruyne.

Ding Ding shared his experience on broadening his field of vision, which roughly means: When I'm dribbling, I rarely look down at the ball, and I rarely even look up at the direction of the pass or the dribbling. My gaze is always wandering around various places on the field.

The effect of this is that no one knows what he will do next.

The football unexpectedly rolled to Wu Lei's feet.

"Goal! Goal! Goal!"

Chinese fans eagerly awaited the moment, instinctively clenching their fists.

However, Wu Lei's shot from a tight angle struck the goalkeeper.

"Shit!" Perrin couldn't help but swear. He knew Wu Lei's shooting skills were poor, and he had previously made Wu Lei practice more.

But when Wu Lei actually missed a crucial goal, he was still very annoyed.

"Fuck!"

Wu Lei was so remorseful that he wanted to slap himself. He had wasted the opportunity that he had worked so hard to create.

"Alright, we don't have time to be upset, let's get ready for the corner kick!"

Zheng Zhi urged.

Qin Ming did not blame Wu Lei. He knew the opponent's level, and it was inevitable that he would be nervous in such a game.

Not everyone has a heart as strong as mine.

Of course, he was still disappointed, and he planned to give Wu Lei a good beating after the match.

While Zhang Chengdong went to the penalty spot, the Chinese players were discussing tactics.

"Gao Lin, Zhang Linpeng, and Sun Ke, all of you squeeze in!"

Zheng Zhi saw Qin Ming's gesture urging everyone to act.

Since the Chinese team won all their group stage matches and defeated the tournament favorites South Korea, they have been studied by the entire Asian region.

This naturally includes Iraq.

They knew that Qin Ming rarely participated in corner kicks, meaning he wasn't good at headers.

Therefore, they won't devote a lot of energy to defending him during corner kicks.

Just a few days ago, Perrin had them practice several different corner kick tactics.

Now it's perfect to take it and use it.

"The players from both sides were jostling and pushing each other in the penalty area!"

"The referee has stopped the corner kick and ordered both sides to control their movements!"

"Hey, we see the Iraqi players are all staring at Qin Ming. They're probably thinking about him stealing that ball from Schalke 04, right?"

"Alright, let's take a look at China's corner kick on the right!"

He Wei's eyes widened as soon as he finished speaking.

At Newcastle Stadium, the ball did not fly into the penalty area, but was passed to the edge of the penalty area.

Who did you contact?
Everyone was searching frantically when they finally spotted a familiar number.

China's number 13!
Iraqi fans clenched their fists involuntarily, their hearts pounding.

It's that awful feeling again.

wrong!

Qasim was right in front of him!

Qin Ming had already spotted his opponent, so he deliberately created an opening by stopping the ball a little too far.

Qasim could not resist the temptation.

But the next moment, Qin Ming moved!

The sea breeze on the southwestern edge of the Pacific Ocean lifted the corner of her red dress.

He deftly flicked the ball up, accelerating it from zero.

He overtook Qasim with an astonishing acceleration!

All that could be heard from the stands were gasps of surprise.

It's not over yet!

Ismail quickly came to cover on the right, and he was only two years older than Qin Ming.

A fierce tackle to steal the ball!
*Thud!* It wasn't the sound of him making a tackle, but the sound of Qin Ming taking a penalty kick!

Ismail failed to touch the ball and quickly pulled his foot back.

Otherwise, they would definitely get a red dot meal, and that would be true despair for Iraq.

Qin Ming, who had charged to the right side of the penalty area, glanced at the narrow shooting space and unleashed a powerful shot without hesitation!
Bang! His right instep made full contact with the football, transferring all of his core strength.

Hamid, standing in front of the door, instinctively raised his hand.

But then a loud bang!
The football blasted into the goal from between his hands like a cannonball.

2-1! ! !

People only realized the ball had gone in when they saw the net bulge on the left!
"Oh—" Chinese fans waved their flags wildly, venting their passion with hoarse roars, creating a wave of red.

They looked up at the scoreboard; it was now the 84th minute of the match.

A near game-winning shot!

The battle with Iraq lasted for more than 80 minutes, during which there were unexpected events, mistakes, and wasted opportunities.

But they still managed to turn the tide and come back from behind!

"Qin Ming lobs the ball and unleashes a powerful shot!"

"The goal went in!"

"A brace! He turned the tide with two goals, adding a significant advantage to the Chinese team's chances of victory!"

He Wei's voice was also nearly hoarse, so he quickly took out some throat lozenges.

Qin Ming, sitting in the stands, took off his jersey again, holding it in his right hand and swinging it wildly, enjoying the pure thrill of scoring a goal.

"Qin Ming!!!" Fans in the stands leaned forward, shouting his name, wanting to get closer to their hero.

Once upon a time, they watched Qin Ming shine in the Bundesliga and looked forward to him wearing the red jersey.

Now, watching Qin Ming wearing the same jersey as them, displaying his elegant and skillful techniques on the court.

how to say?

It was as if Qin Ming scored this decisive goal for the youth, young adult, middle-aged, and elderly players.

That's why their passion was ignited.

Seeing the five-star red flags pasted on the fans' faces, Qin Ming smiled and blew kisses towards the stands.

(End of this chapter)