Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 20 Fake shot and real pass!

As the distance between the two people rapidly narrowed.

The anxiety in Strobl's heart spread like wildfire.

At the same time, Qin Ming's dribbling rhythm suddenly changed, and his center of gravity shifted sideways during the ball contact process.

It was this simple action that made Strobl become a frightened bird, and he stretched out his foot to intercept almost uncontrollably.

The next moment, bursts of exclamations erupted from the stands near the stadium.

Qin Ming pushed his left foot outward and rushed forward again!

The movements that were so fast that they were difficult to see clearly brought a strong visual impact to the fans.

"Pretty!"

"Don't rely on too many fake moves, but instead rely on changes in rhythm to get past the opponent. This is the most effective way to get rid of the opponent!"

"Strobl was thoroughly cleaned!"

Courtside.

Dieter Heikin adjusted his glasses, trying to see more clearly.

“I didn’t expect that when Kevin was restricted, he was the first to stand up.”

He thought silently in his heart.

The assistant coach next to him whispered, "I heard that Qin took Kevin to the bar a few days ago, and Mr. Scott was very angry about it."

"Qin is still young and can understand."

Dieter Heikin did not pursue the matter and easily passed over the topic.

The other side.

The chubby Gildos frowned. Unlike those coaches who were too arrogant, he had told his players before the game to pay enough attention to Wolfsburg's newcomers.

That's why Hummels frequently moved to the wing and even relaxed his attention on Olic.

But unexpectedly, it was still broken through.

"Do it yourself."

Gildos muttered, not looking at Qin Ming, but looking at Olic who was ambushing in the penalty area.

At this moment, he really hoped that Qin Ming could be more selfish.

A guest ran over from the left side of Hoffenheim's penalty area.

Qin Ming glanced at him and saw Hummels behind him and Bicakčić who was providing backup defense.

Step, step, step!

After quickly adjusting his pace, he tilted his body and pushed his right foot sideways.

Push!

Everyone in the world knew he was going to shoot.

The chasing Hummels suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen and threw himself out.

Oliver in front of the door was also taking small steps.

But he did not move easily, but stared at Qin Ming.

Is it the near angle or the far angle?

The direction of the foot and the shape of the foot used to shoot can provide clear results.

"Hoffenheim's blocking was very effective!"

"There's a high probability that the shot will be blocked!"

Before Liu Jiayuan could finish his words, he realized that the development of the matter seemed different from what he expected.

Oliver was also surprised to find that Qin Ming's right foot quietly retracted inward, and he turned to use the outside of his foot to gently pick up the ball.

Not a shot!

Snap! With a crisp and pleasant sound of contact, the football seemed to turn into a naughty elf, flying over the sliding tackle Hummels' head and flying towards the penalty spot with joy.

There, Croatian veteran Olic kicked the ball into the air in front of tens of thousands of people!
Bang! As Oliver lay on the ground, the football whizzed into the goal.

0-1! ! !

"The goal went in!"

"In the 35th minute of the first half, Wolfsburg's backcourt attack took only 30 seconds to send the ball into the goal!"

"Hoffenheim's unrestricted encirclement of De Bruyne has only freed up Caligiuri and reduced the defensive resources to mark Olic!" "You know, although Olic is 36 years old, he once overshadowed Robben!"

"He eliminated Manchester United with a hat trick in the Champions League semi-finals. If Inter Milan's defense wasn't so solid, I'm afraid his honors would have included the Champions League title!"

On the court, Olic is not De Bruyne. Having played football for so many years, he is good at all kinds of celebration moves.

Slide and salute!
But when he stood up, he pulled Qin Ming to his side and shouted to the away stands: "Hey, everyone, please remember this underage kid. He is 20 years younger than me! Wasn't his performance just now amazing?!"

The Wolfsburg fans in the stands were very considerate and gave continuous and warm applause.

"You're younger than my son, but he's way worse than you!"

"17 years old! Could it be that God has finally opened his eyes and blessed us with a genius?"

"Qin Ming, your name is so hard to pronounce, why not give yourself a German name?"

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Wolfsburg fans started chatting with each other in the stands.

After the celebration, Qin Ming looked at Olic and said, "Ivica, you are almost twenty years older than me. Do you think I should still call you uncle?"

Who knew that Olic was so shameless, he responded with a smile and said: "If you are willing, I will definitely not refuse."

"You wish!" Qin Ming curled his lips deliberately.

The Wolfsburg players next to him laughed out loud, and really enjoyed watching Qin Ming get humiliated.

Not far away, Hummels was holding his big head, and the frustration on his face was self-evident.

"Don't hang your head. The game isn't over yet and we haven't lost."

Salihovic wanted to pull up Hummels, but he was too heavy to pull up. He said embarrassedly.

That's the bad thing about young players; they're too easily affected by their emotions.

"We can't continue to let No. 13 go. Rudy, you should move to the wing and help your teammates defend him."

Gildos did not reprimand the team members, but analyzed the situation calmly.

His calm pass to the Hoffenheim players slightly dispelled the frustrated atmosphere in the team, and they soon returned to their positions.

The game restarted in the middle circle.

The camera turned to the caddie on the sidelines, and Bernhard looked up at the sky.

Thin clouds hung in the blue sky.

But there was nothing else; he didn't even see the shadow of a dragon.

"Oqin didn't score a goal, so there is no dragon."

Bernhard looked at the court stupidly, looking for Qin Ming among the green and white players.

He was still muttering in his heart: Score a goal quickly, score a goal quickly.

"Wolfsburg played very steadily after taking the lead."

"And after Hoffenheim divided its defensive resources to restrict Caligiuri and Qin Ming on the left and right sides, De Bruyne in the middle took over the responsibility of organizing the attack."

"I remember an interview with a Bild expert earlier. He believed that Wolfsburg's offensive intensity would decline significantly this season."

"He even suggested signing Dzeko back to solve the problem of Olic's decline in form."

"But after seeing Qin Ming's performance, I think maybe Wolfsburg can look forward to a new future."

Liu Jiayuan had something else hidden in his heart.

Chinese fans can also look forward to a bright new future.

Time slips away like quicksand.

After being closely guarded, Qin Ming rarely caught the ball.

On the contrary, De Bruyne began to use the formation to press forward, overwhelming Hoffenheim's defense as a whole.

From a God's perspective, Hoffenheim's formation is like a squeezed spring. When it reaches its elastic limit, it will break with a bang.

The 43th minute of the game.

Qin Ming quickly moved forward along the side to take away Strobl, and Rodriguez followed up to restrain Rudy.

A gap suddenly appeared on the right side of Hoffenheim's defense.

De Bruyne was not polite and used quick passing and cutting to advance into Hoffenheim's hinterland.

Bang! An unexpected low blow, while Oliver was blocked by his teammates' sight, emerged from the chaotic defense.

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