Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 22: A brilliant ball pick with a lively and graceful charm!
Gustavo also noticed the problem, but it was difficult not to make mistakes because he was disturbed by Firmino.

But Qin Ming did not stop, but continued to accelerate towards the landing point.

In his vision, Hummels in front of him was like a wall, blocking his way forward.

Rudy was chasing back quickly from the side.

It seemed like an unsolvable situation, but Qin Ming suddenly had an idea. When the football fell in front of him, he gently lifted his right foot and hooked it back.

Snap! When the crisp sound of the ball was heard, Hummels stopped uncontrollably for a moment.

He originally planned to steal the ball while Qin Ming was stopping the ball.

But it's not too late now. He stretched out his long legs and tried to continue stealing the ball.

But the next second he was confused.

Because after Qin Ming hooked the ball back, he immediately followed up with a second lob!

The football drew a rainbow trail in the air.

Under the glaring spotlight, Rudy, who was chasing back frantically, subconsciously looked up and watched the football pass over his head.

At the Rhein-Neckar Arena, after a brief and negligible period of calm, exclamations rang out one after another.

It was clearly just two simple touches of the ball, but under the feet of this young man, it was like a masterpiece, with an added touch of agility and grace.

And they never seemed to be able to guess what his next move would be.

"Pretty!"

“This is the embodiment of perfect ball feel!”

"Qin Ming continuously picked up the ball while stopping it. With his excellent ball sense, he could always know where the ball would land in advance and always touch the ball one step ahead of his opponent!"

"See how he's going to handle it?"

Liu Jiayuan's last sentence was completely unnecessary.

Before he finished his second sentence, Qin Ming had already started moving.

Kevin Qin Ming shouted in his heart, and kicked the football in the air with his right foot!

De Bruyne appeared on the passing trajectory at the right time, like an emotionless precision machine.

Stop and go!

After Qin Ming tied down two defensive players, there were not many obstacles left in front of him.

"Calijuri also rushed up, De Bruyne hit the wall with him, and then found Olic who retreated to support him!"

"Wolfsburg's counterattack was very swift!"

"More flowers bloom! The opportunities are great!"

In the blink of an eye, Hoffenheim's chaotic defense was broken by Wolfsburg's attack.

A defense without organization is useless.

When Olic held off Bicakcic and passed the ball to De Bruyne, he set up a defense.

The tricky ground-breaking strike was launched again!

This time Hoffenheim was no longer favored by the goddess of luck.

Even if Oliver in front of the goal stretched his body to the extreme, he could not touch the rapidly rolling football at all.

Beep!!! The referee pointed to the center circle, indicating that Wolfsburg's goal was valid.

The away stands exploded instantly with loud cheers.

De Bruyne also jogged two steps and swung his right hand in the air, ending the celebration.

"Community level. Community level!"

Qin Ming was very depressed after seeing this and thought of that famous saying.

A world-class goal, a neighborhood-level celebration. De Bruyne is truly worthy of his name.

De Bruyne saw the expressions of his teammates and roughly guessed what they were thinking, but social phobia is something that cannot be cured easily.

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Qin Ming thought maliciously that if Courtois was the goalkeeper, De Bruyne would probably be very excited after scoring a goal.

Maybe there will be some fancy celebrations like sliding tackles.

"Wolfsburg made adjustments, replacing Qin Ming with Arnold and Olic with Dost." Qin Ming heard the announcement on the stadium radio and saw the sign raised by the fourth official, and curled his lips helplessly.

In fact, he felt that he still had enough physical strength and should be able to last until the end of the game.

But Dietheking's idea was that there were less than 20 minutes left in regular time, so instead of continuing to strengthen the offense, it would be better to consolidate the midfield and backcourt defense.

Every point in the early stages of the league is crucial, and he hopes to leave with three points safely.

"Well done! Don't overthink it. This is a tactical arrangement, not a question of your ability."

Dieter Heijin patted Qin Ming's shoulder sympathetically.

He knew that young people nowadays were more thoughtful than they were back then.

It’s not that players from any era are better, but that young people’s concepts are constantly changing.

"Boss, can I start in the next Europa League game?"

Qin Ming had no idea of ​​being humble, and instead continued the conversation.

"Haha! I know every youngster wants to play in European competitions. I used to think so too, but unfortunately I didn't have that opportunity."

Dieter Hecking laughed. "But I think you're luckier than me. I'll put you on the roster. Get ready for your European debut. I hope you can keep up the form."

Whenever he sees Qin Ming now, he will think of his equally high-spirited self.

It's just that his level was average at that time.

"Thank you, boss!"

Hearing this, Qin Ming returned to the bench with a smile on his face, humming a moving tune.

"Kid, it's just the Europa League, don't get too excited!"

Olić handed over the glass of water.

"Of course I'm happy. I've never played in a European competition!"

Qin Ming took the water bottle and took a sip. His tone suddenly became serious. "By the way, Ivica, how did it feel when you scored two goals in the two legs of the 2009-10 Champions League quarter-finals and then a hat trick in the semi-finals?"

He knew the man in front of him very well.

Olic, nicknamed the immortal legend, scored a hat trick against Manchester United in the Champions League semi-final, helping Bayern Munich to reach the highest stage of the Champions League again after nine years.

But in the end, Bayern still lost to Inter Milan, the Inter Milan coached by the madman Mourinho.

"Well, to be honest, I was very tired at the time, and didn't feel anything special."

Olic's eyes were filled with memories, as if recalling those glorious years. He then changed the subject, "But it feels good to be called a hero."

Qin Ming rolled his eyes when he heard what Olić said.

Of course it feels great to be a hero and be the center of attention.

He also wanted to experience the feeling of saving a collapsing building.

"There is no Champions League title in my destiny, so I want to win a Europa League title."

There was a touch of sentimentality in Olić's tone.

In the 2009-10 Champions League final, they lost to Inter Milan.

In the 2011-12 Champions League final, they lost to Chelsea again.

They have reached the Champions League twice in three years but have never won the championship.

Who would have thought that in the 2012-13 season, he transferred to Wolfsburg and Bayern actually won the Champions League.

Olic often thinks, what a fucking fate.

"Ivica, don't worry! I've had my fortune told before, and I'm destined to have everything except a championship!"

Qin Ming patted Olic in a mature manner and said, "I'll take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks in the future. Let's win the Europa League first!"

"You're such a boaster, you bastard!"

Olic didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Qin Ming's vitality still deeply infected him and diluted the sadness in his heart.

As they were chatting, they heard three whistles.

Beep-beep-beep!
It turned out that Wolfsburg maintained the score until the end of the game thanks to its solid defense.

(End of this chapter)