Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 34 A fantastic heel pass!

"Without Kiessling, Leverkusen found it difficult to put pressure on Wolfsburg's defenders, and Son Heung-min's best move, cutting inside, was also unable to fully exert its power."

"The game has reached the 35th minute and Leverkusen's attacking tempo has slowed down. It should be due to a decline in physical fitness."

"Bellabi still wants to break through Rodriguez. Are the two of them arguing today?"

"Rodriguez made a beautiful tackle to save the ball! He had a precise control of the timing and distance, and he stood up and passed the ball directly along the side!"

As He Wei raised his voice, Qin Ming moved the ball in front of him and rushed forward quickly with it.

Donati again.

The Italian guy is now very angry. You know, although he is a right-back, his idols are Cabrini, Maldini and others.

At this moment, under the influence of adrenaline, he felt like he was possessed by the souls of legends and inherited the glorious tradition of Italy.

Seeing the gap after Qin Ming touched the ball, he suddenly stepped forward and stretched his foot to steal the ball!
Qin Ming's habit of dribbling the ball is very interesting. He will try to keep the ball at a constant speed, giving people the feeling that the ball is not being kicked but being caught by the foot that touches the ball.

In short: feet to ball movement.

As a result, he can get to the second touch faster and more accurately than defenders.

Snap! With a flick of the ankle, he flicked the ball to the right, then tensed his core and sprinted to the left.

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the nearest stands.

Donati seemed dazzled, not knowing whether he should intercept the ball or the person.

The fleeting moment of astonishment allowed Qin Ming to pass by like the wind and complete the pass between man and ball.

"Fantastic!"

"Today, the Italian right-back has become the background of Qin Ming's performance. Donati has no way to deal with Qin Ming!"

"Except for fouls!"

In the blink of an eye, Qin Ming, who was running at full speed, crossed the 30-meter line, throwing Leverkusen's side defense into chaos.

Rasband yelled at Jedvaj, signaling him to give up space in exchange for time and wait for him to return to defense before pressing.

After hearing this, Jedvai wanted to roll his eyes. Do you think what you said is simple?

I wanted to just press without stealing, but that required the opponent's cooperation, but in fact, the opponent didn't slow down at all.

Is it cutting inside or going down to the bottom?

Jedwai felt his thoughts were in a mess and he wanted to throw Qin Ming to the ground.

As the distance between the two people narrowed rapidly.

Qin Ming's body paused slightly, then his waist and abdomen suddenly arched, and he suddenly broke through to the outside.

Jedvai's heart was filled with alarm, and he quickly moved forward to block the attack.

Do you still want to interfere?

He cursed in his heart, why is the football so slutty?
Leno in front of the goal was also ready.

But Qin Ming did not use the same trick again. Instead, he put his left foot forward and knocked hard.

Followed by.

The football immediately returned along the same path it came from, making all Leverkusen players break out in cold sweats.

None of them expected that Qin Ming would not kick the ball with his heel but with his heel.

This unknown made them feel deeply powerless.

Even the Wolfsburg players were caught off guard and obviously couldn't keep up with Qin Ming's unrestrained pace.

Dost failed to control his body, had already wasted the best opportunity, and could only force a kick.

But suddenly he heard a familiar voice.

Without suspecting anything, he let himself fall sideways, awkwardly rubbing the ball and moving it behind him.

In a flash, Wolfsburg's No. 14 came into the camera, and he was seen pushing the ball forward with all his might.

Bang! With a dull sound like the beating of a drum, the football transformed into a sharp blade stuck to the grass, stabbing accurately towards the right side of the goal.

Seeing this, Leno in front of the goal quickly dived to the side.

But he was still on the left side a second ago. Unless he had the speed of the Flash, it would be too late. The moment the ball crossed the goal line, the Volkswagen Arena was boiling, and the green and white waves surged wildly.

"The goal went in!"

"It was another forced breakthrough on the left side, but unlike last time, this time Qin Ming used a heel pass to deceive all the Leverkusen players!"

"It's a pity that Dost failed to seize the opportunity. Fortunately, De Bruyne made a timely forward run and used a low shot to expand the lead!"

On the court, Qin Ming rushed too far and was carried by inertia to the billboard, almost falling down.

When he looked back, the football was already lying in the goal.

He thought he had made an assist.

As a result, when he heard the live commentary, he looked at Dost with a resentful look.

The Dutchman was also innocent: "Qin, I didn't know you would pass the ball like that. I thought it was going to go out of bounds."

"Forget it, as long as it can score a goal, it's a good goal."

Qin Ming no longer hesitated and ran towards De Bruyne, rubbing Ding Ding's golden hair hard.

Before he traveled through time, when he was watching the game, he had thought about De Bruyne's golden hair, would it be comfortable to rub it?
Now it’s verified. It’s really good.

"Qin, be careful later. I think something's wrong with him."

De Bruyne didn't care, but instead reminded him seriously.

Qin Ming glanced at Donati and found that the Italian's face was red, not because of shyness but because of extreme anger.

"You gave him such a hard time. If I were a defender, I'd probably be unable to resist tackling you too."

Rodriguez put himself in Donati's shoes and immediately got goosebumps.

You should know that there are many examples of players committing fouls in retaliation for being passed over on the court.

Among those injured players, many were seriously injured and even had their careers ruined.

De Bruyne knew that Qin Ming was young and wanted to show off his footwork, but protecting himself was more important because life is only once and you can't wait until you get injured to regret it.

"I see."

Qin Ming nodded cautiously and became more vigilant.

After finally traveling through time and space and even having the template of Ronaldinho, he didn't want his own script to be like this. Chapter 1: The Fallen Genius.

The intensity surged after the game resumed.

Because it was not only Donati who was angry, but all the Leverkusen players.

From their perspective, they were suppressed by Wolfsburg and were being bullied by a minor.

Therefore, fierce confrontation became the main theme of the game.

Qin Ming no longer dared to hold the ball excessively, but instead regarded himself as a transit station.

When the first half of the game came to an end.

Qin Ming and Rodriguez hit the wall and were about to get rid of Donati.

The Italian's eyes were red as he flew towards him with a tackle, even his studs slightly raised.

"Damn!" Qin Ming didn't even need the ball and just jumped on the spot to barely dodge it.

After landing, he also rushed over, grabbed Donati's collar, and pushed him backwards.

"Fuck you Italian guy, you can't afford to play, right?"

Although Qin Ming was modeled after Ronaldinho, he couldn't stand up with a smile like Ronaldinho even after being fouled maliciously.

"Get lost! You're not even an adult yet. That's not how you kick a football. Be careful or your legs might break!"

Donati sneered and opened Qin Ming's hand.

"If you say that again, I'll make sure you can't leave the court."

Before Qin Ming could say anything, his teammates filed out from behind him. Gustavo seemed to have turned into a giant tower, standing in front of him with a sense of security.

(End of this chapter)