Start with an extraordinary experience card

Chapter 13

"Nice to get rid of, Valencia is in trouble now!"

Carragher saw Qin Ming get rid of Correa neatly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had watched the previous few games of Barcelona completely, but Qin Ming's performance just now was quite different from before.

In the first two games, Qin Ming, whether it was the ox tail or fried meatballs, essentially completed the dribble through changes in body size and rhythm.

If he encounters some extremely experienced defenders who won't shoot to death and don't give up his body, it will still be very difficult for Qin Ming to complete the breakthrough.

Before the start of the game, Carragher was very worried about this.

He is very optimistic about the potential of this rookie, and he also hopes to see Qin Ming shine in the arena.

But if Qin Ming can only show his performance in the previous few games today, then he is still a long way from becoming a star of tomorrow.

However, Qin Ming made him see something different in the breakthrough he just completed.

The seemingly simple touch of the ball with two feet, but Correa easily got rid of it, which requires a strong explosive force.

UI!
As a winger, Qin Ming can show a starting speed that far exceeds that of his opponents. He is not far from becoming a superstar.

Carragher nodded slightly, showing a very pleased expression.

Neville seemed a little dissatisfied when he heard Carragher's praise for Qin Ming:

"This ball is that Correa is a bit young, but Paulista will end him immediately!"

As soon as Neville finished speaking, Qin Ming had already cut in front of Valencia central defender Paulista.

The 30-year-old Paulista is a veteran player in Valencia and has extremely rich defensive experience.

The speed Qin Ming showed in the breakthrough just now made him very afraid.

I am not good at speed, if Qin Ming is allowed to speed up and get rid of himself, the empty top of the arc will be opened.

Paulista shudders when he thinks about allowing the opponent to finish the goal without pressure at the front of the penalty area.

In just a split second, Paulista made his own judgment.

He put his weight on the left side of his body.

If Qin Ming chooses to cut inside and hit the goal, Paulista can completely block him with a closer route.

On the contrary, if Qin Ming chooses to go straight down and enter the penalty area, he will have enough time to react to fall to the ground and shovel.

At this distance, he has never missed a tackle!

However, he couldn't guess Qin Ming's choice, and he didn't expect Qin Ming's speed.

Qin Ming took a small step with the ball along the penalty area line, which was a very obvious signal to cut inside.

Paulista hurried forward, intending to block Qin Ming's advance route.

But before he took this step, Qin Ming lightly dunked the ball with his right foot, and was about to kill towards the penalty area along his right side.

Paulista felt bad, why did this guy react so quickly?
It's like seeing through your own defenses!

He still had the original idea in his mind, subconsciously, he was about to fall to the ground and put the shovel on one side of his body.

I must not be the background board for this kid!
However, he forgot that the small step he hadn't taken before had put his body's center of gravity entirely on the left side of his body.

At this time, although the legs are ready to put the shovel, the center of gravity of the body cannot be adjusted in time.

thump!
Paulista couldn't adjust his center of gravity well, and fell to the ground straight up in full view of everyone.

"Oh, NO!!!"

"Water Law!!!"

Carragher and Neville exclaimed at the same time, looking at the scene in front of them, their eyes widened.

The same reaction also appeared on all the fans at the scene. They took a deep breath, as if they had seen some terrible scene.

At this moment, the air in Camp Nou seemed to freeze.

The audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Ming's not-so-strong body.

What they were amazed at was why such a powerful force could burst out from the body of the young man in front of them!

In the sight of tens of thousands of people, Qin Ming came to the goal with the ball.

Facing the Valencia goalkeeper, he did not hesitate.

With a light rubbing shot from the outside of the right foot, the ball slowly rolled into the lower right corner of the goal at an extremely tricky angle.

boom--

The moment the ball entered the net pocket, the Nou Camp's frost seemed to melt.

The shouts of the fans burst out in unison.

Countless fans waved their fists excitedly, roaring towards the sky with all their strength.

They embraced each other, celebrated each other, and told each other their joy.

Under the reflection of panoramic lights, the huge Camp Nou stadium turned into a sea of ​​red and blue!
On the green field.

Qin Ming also became the center surrounded by red and blue, and all his teammates ran towards him.

Some gave him high fives, some touched his head excitedly, and some wanted to give him a hug.

Pedri didn't even say a word, squatted beside him, put his right foot on his thigh, and made a shoe-shining celebration.

Looking at this scene on the live broadcast, Carragher couldn't bear it anymore.

"Oh My God!!! What did we just see?"

"Qin, this young man from Huaxia, faced Paulista and completed a criminal dribble!"

"He's just magical, he can do anything!"

Carragher covered his cheeks with his hands and opened his mouth into an O shape.

While speaking, he made a very surprised expression.

At this time, the depressed Neville was also surprised by this goal.

He was silent for a few minutes before slowly speaking:
"Unbelievable, indeed unbelievable!"

Even though he had looked down on Qin Ming a little before, he could only praise him sincerely for his criminal style.

As an excellent defender, Neville understands this wonderful thing very well.

"This dribble seems to be Paulista's fall error, but Qin's movement is actually the most critical factor. You can watch it."

A slow-motion playback picture is given on the big screen.

The first step of Qin Ming's inward cut was too realistic, and it was impossible for any defender to remain unresponsive under such circumstances.

But it was his second step that played a key role.

When the right foot was tapped, Qin Ming exploded at an extremely fast speed in an instant.

Even if it was a frame-by-frame slow-motion shot, everyone in the live broadcast hall could feel Qin Ming's rapid acceleration.

It was this sudden acceleration that caused Paulista, who was highly nervous, to subconsciously choose to follow the shovel.

It's just that the adjustment speed of the body's center of gravity, how can it compare with the propagation speed of neuron electrical signals in the brain?

Waiting for Paulista, he could only fall to the ground in a funny posture, and then watched Qin Ming enter the penalty area to complete the goal.

While everyone was still immersed in the slow-motion playback that was played repeatedly, Neville continued:

"Whether it's a dribble or a goal, the ball is really beautiful."

"But what I want to say is that if it wasn't for Correa's carelessness, allowing Qin to easily enter such a dangerous area, this goal could have been completely avoided!"

Carragher was taken aback by Neville's words, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hey, good guy, are you still not convinced?
"Oh, Gary, my good partner! I don't understand why such an excellent young man like Qin can't get into your eyes!"

Carragher spread his hands and made a helpless and puzzled expression towards Neville.

The host saw the two confronting each other again for Qin Ming, and knew that the opportunity to make a living had come again.

"Listen to me, gentlemen!"

"Since you have different opinions on Qin, how about we take another gamble? Just bet on whether he can score the second goal in this game!"

After the host finished speaking, he looked at Carragher and Neville with interest.

Carragher tilted his head, showing a beating expression.

"I'm fine, it's just that we don't seem to have a second jersey for Gary here!"

Neville stared at Carragher viciously, without saying a word, he naturally knew what Carragher meant.

The only Carragher jersey in the live broadcast room is now on me!
The host laughed and quickly smoothed things over.

"Well, let's bet 1000 euros. This should be a small amount for the two of you."

(End of this chapter)