Chapter 96 Yinwenge!
Bologna's lineup immediately retreated.

The same scene appeared again at the Dallala Stadium.

Qin Yun keenly noticed that Stevanello was in the front position.

Facing the football, adjust your body shape slightly.

arm!

Kick off!

Football draws a huge weird arc.

Bypass all Bologna defenders.

Falling behind the line of defense.

Stevanello's expression froze, he knew he was out of position.

Turned around and ran back like crazy.

But a black whirlwind suddenly blew up beside him.

Balotelli stopped and went straight to the penalty area.

"The technique of stopping the ball is picturesque!"

"Culci made a decisive attack and Balotelli easily passed the goalkeeper and scored an empty goal!"

"In the 13th minute of the game, Milan took the lead!"

"Look at the replay of the goal: Abbiati threw the ball, Milan's formation moved forward in an instant, Qin Yun caught Bologna's defense at the moment of transition, and then Balotelli scored. The time was less than 30 seconds , Allegri deserves to be a master of defensive counterattack!"

The cheers at Dallala Stadium grew louder.

The Bologna fans are very generous. After all, Qin Yun came out of his own youth training camp. They are also honored to perform so well.

Qin Yun was a little puzzled, what's going on?
But he didn't care, and walked to Osaretin's side, "How is it? My defense is good."

"It's okay, Messi can't get past you, and I can't get past you, I'm equal to Messi."

Osaretin grinned as if trying to laugh.

Qin Yun immediately turned sideways to block the fans and the camera, "Be sad!"

The braised eggs are also really, heartless all day long.

If he hadn't entrusted the old horse to take care of him, I'm afraid there would be no scum left that was bullied long ago.

Osaretin put on a sad expression instantly when he heard the words.

Qin Yun sighed and patted his shoulder, pretending to comfort him.

In fact, the two were covering their mouths.

"Is the gift ready?"

"Don't worry, I bought Arif's goalkeeper gloves, Leah's Winnie the Pooh, and Delia's Mickey Mouse yesterday, and put them in the team bus."

"That's right, you haven't forgotten."

"Who do you think I am?"

The game restarts.

The rhythm of the field resumed again.

Milan shrunk behind 40 meters to defend, and the two chain defense lines completely covered the space.

Moreleo holds the ball in midfield and makes a diagonal pass to Perez.

De Jong rushed up directly.

The ball breaks.

People fall.

The referee signaled the game to continue.

De Jong didn't falter in the slightest and passed the ball to Bielsa.

"Milan's counterattack is coming again!"

"Shalawi received the ball outside the penalty area and turned around smoothly!"

"Direct foul by Stevanello!"

"Let's see how the referee judges?"

"Free kick and yellow card, Bologna escaped!"

side of the field.

Pioli's heart couldn't stop shaking, it was really uncomfortable to play against Milan.

I almost sent out a red dot set meal.

Standing on the sidelines and yelling to make players pay attention
The other side.

Allegri didn't care about the situation on the field and continued to watch Arsenal's game video.

He found that dead fish eyes might be the key to opening up the situation.

This kid is just a downwind player, he can only play the ball accurately when his teammates are running very clearly, and he doesn't know what to do when he is in a chaotic situation, he is a pure headless fly.

No wonder Ancelotti doesn't like him.
The Milan frontcourt players looked at each other.

Montolivo puts the ball inside the bubble arc.

"The free kick on the left is usually taken by Montolivo. At this distance, you should choose to hit the goal directly."

Qin Yun came slowly from the backcourt and winked at Shalawi.

Shalawi understood instantly, and adjusted the football valve core backward without leaving a trace.

"Hey, do you want Qin Yun to come?"

Milan fans stood up suddenly, Qin Yun always brought them surprises, could he be a hidden master of free kicks?

Kurci swallowed, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, he was thinking.

If Qin Yun shot with a long pass from the outside of his foot, it would be difficult to stop him.

London, England.

Wenger put down the pen and couldn't help straightening his back.

If Qin Yun's free kick level is very high, then his next tactics will have to be adjusted.

But there are really people who have both excellent reading ability of the game, sophisticated defensive skills, and weird outside instep passing
Will the same be true for free-kick technique?

he doesn't believe
Stare intently at the screen.

Qin Yun took six steps back slowly, then pulled his left foot to the left.

Compass posture!
Take a deep breath.

Show a determined look.

Everyone held their breath immediately, and even imagined the scene three seconds later.

The football cut through the sky and went straight into the goal.

They will once again witness the birth of a free-kick master.

beep!
The referee blows his whistle.

Qin Yun could hardly suppress the impulse in his heart, and wanted to give a serious kick.

But considering the need for Yin Wenger in the future, I began to recall the technical characteristics of Ronaldo's free kick.

approach.

arm!

Lean your upper body back slightly.

Lower your body with a slight bend in your supporting foot.

The calf is compressed like a spring!

Then release all the kinetic energy!
Hit the ball with the laces of your sneakers!

boom!
The football was lifted off the ground in an instant.

Like a fired cannonball.

Everyone stared at the football trajectory intently!
Kulci moved quickly and pounced to the left.

Five seconds later.

"Forehead"

"Um"

"The football flew directly to the stands, and Qin Yun's feet didn't seem to be very good"

Huang Jianxiang racked his brains to defend himself, but the replayed images kept slapping him across the face.

Everyone feels like they've been through a big scam.

Kicked so badly.

Why put on an exaggerated pose.

in the live room.

The barrage instantly flooded the screen.
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[RNM!money back!Are you sorry for us? 】
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【I thought Qin Yun had learned Ronaldo's elevator ball.】
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[No problem, Ronaldo's elevator is falling down, and Qin Yun's elevator is going up! 】
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【If you want me to say that Qin Yun might be drifting away, a good central defender comes to grab a free kick, so he won't do anything wrong in the team, right? 】
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[Gongdou? 】
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[Young man, I can understand if you want to kick in the game.]

Wenger let out a long sigh of relief and lay down on the sofa.

In his plan, it is necessary to use a strong defense to directly cut off Milan's counterattack.

But there will be more or less fouls at that time. Although it is a relatively passive defensive method, this strategy allows Arsenal to retain enough physical strength to launch an impact in the second half.

After all, Qin Yun was not as outrageous as he thought, and belonged to the category of normal people.

Wenger gripped the pen tightly and continued to study the opponent's tactics. He believed that the probability of Arsenal rushing to the quarter-finals was a little higher.

on the field.

Qin Yun was a little embarrassed, touched his nose and walked back to the backcourt silently.

He has done enough for today, and I hope he can have a miraculous effect against Arsenal.

"The game continued, Bologna's morale rose slightly, and they played more and more passionately."

"Milan's defense is still solid, and Qin Yun has not been affected in any way."

(End of this chapter)

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