Football: Start with the Kaka template, dominate the football field!

After the first round of the league, the team had a week to adjust.

Klopp did not relax his demands because of the opening victory; on the contrary, he increased the intensity of training.

In particular, in response to the problem of "breaking through dense defense" exposed in the previous game, he arranged a large number of group scrimmages and tactical drills.

Qin Feng's behavior during this period can only be described as insane.

They're the first to arrive and the last to leave every day.

In a 5v5 group match, he once again faced off against Polish veteran Piszczek.

When Qin Feng received the ball in midfield, everyone thought he would try to break through with fancy skills, just like last time.

Piszczek was also on high alert, keeping his center of gravity low, clearly not wanting to be humiliated a second time.

But Qin Feng's choice surprised everyone.

Without holding onto the ball for even a second, just before Piszczek pressed forward, he delivered a quick, instep pass to Sahin beside him.

Immediately afterwards, he used his terrifying explosiveness to start off without the ball and made a high-speed forward run from the other side of Piszczek!

Piszczek missed his target and tried to turn around to chase after him, but it was too late.

Sahin understood immediately and delivered a precise through ball, sending the ball back onto Qin Feng's running path.

A simple and efficient wall-bumping maneuver easily tore through the defenses.

"Good shot! Qin! Play like that!" Klopp on the sidelines clapped loudly.

This scene changed the discussion in the locker room.

"See that? That kid's gotten smarter; he's started using his brain in soccer."

"That's right, he took Kyle's advice. He knows when to show off and when to keep it simple."

"That's the scariest thing: a genius who is talented, fast, and damn willing to learn and use his brain."

The approval of teammates is the most direct form of affirmation.

Meanwhile, Mkhitaryan, as a direct competitor, felt unprecedented pressure.

He knew that if he couldn't deliver a convincing performance in the next game, the young Chinese player who was eyeing him from behind could take his place at any time.

……

Time flew by and it was the weekend.

The second round of the Bundesliga.

Borussia Dortmund will host Werder Bremen, nicknamed the "Parrot Army".

The atmosphere in the locker room was somewhat delicate during the final tactical meeting before the game.

Klopp is holding a tactics board and analyzing the opponent.

"...Werder Bremen's defense isn't as tough as Augsburg's, but their counter-attacks are very sharp. In particular, their center-back Sebastian Prödl is very strong in one-on-one defense, but his turning speed is his weakness."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng, who was sitting in the back row, subtly brightened his eyes.

Klopp continued, "So, we need to speed things up today! Use speed to completely break down their defense!"

"Starting lineup..."

Klopp paused, and everyone held their breath.

"Same as the last one!"

The dust has settled.

Mkhitaryan visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

Meanwhile, a slight commotion arose on the substitutes' bench.

Grosskreutz, the "Grand Cross," shook his head in disappointment.

Lewandowski glanced at Mkhitaryan and then at Qin Feng without changing his expression.

Many people glanced at Qin Feng subconsciously.

Qin Feng's face remained expressionless.

After the meeting, as the players were preparing to go out to warm up, Klopp called him back.

"Qin, please stay for a moment."

Only the two of them remained in the locker room.

Klopp pointed to the clock on the wall.

"60 minutes," he said succinctly.

"If I need to make changes on the field after 60 minutes, and you're not ready..."

Klopp's gaze sharpened.

"...Then never prepare."

There was no encouragement, no explanation.

There was only one cold, ultimatum.

Qin Feng nodded: "I'm ready."

"Very good." Klopp patted him on the shoulder, his tone softening. "Go on."

Qin Feng walked out of the locker room and met Captain Kyle, who was waiting for him, at the entrance to the players' tunnel.

"What did the coach say to you?" Kyle asked with a smile.

"He told me to get ready."

"Go ahead then." Kyle patted him on the shoulder and said simply, "Don't overthink it, just go up and play your own football."

This simple word of encouragement carries immense weight.

"Thank you, Captain."

……

Westfalen Stadium, South Stand.

The "yellow human wall" composed of 25,000 people had begun to emit deafening singing.

Once the match started, the game was exciting and dynamic, making it a very entertaining match.

The first half ended in a 1-1 draw.

Qin Feng sat on the bench, and for the entire 45 minutes of the first half, he didn't lose focus for a single second.

His mind was constantly analyzing the situation on the field.

Werder Bremen's tactics are clear: defend solidly and counter-attack.

Their two four-man defensive lines were positioned very tightly, giving Mkhitaryan almost no space to receive the ball and turn in the middle.

"Henrich is having a really tough time," Qin Feng thought to himself. "Werder Bremen's defensive midfielders and defenders are marking him closely, and he doesn't have a single comfortable chance to get the ball."

"Moreover, his style tends to look for opportunities in positional warfare, but in this fast-paced offensive and defensive transition, his momentary hesitation often leads to missing the best opportunity to counterattack."

"Where is the vulnerability?"

Qin Feng's gaze swept across Werder Bremen's entire defensive line.

"Got it."

He discovered the key.

Werder Bremen's two full-backs have a strong desire to attack and often make forward runs.

Once they push forward, the gaps behind center-backs Prödl and Lukimja will be exposed.

"If I can seize the opportunity the moment they transition from offense to defense and deliver a precise through ball... that's my chance!"

Qin Feng's tactical thinking is becoming increasingly clear.

He had even mentally rehearsed how he should position himself after entering the game and how to exploit Prödl's weakness of slow turning.

……

After the start of the second half, Mkhitaryan's stamina began to suffer, and he made more and more mistakes.

In the 58th minute, a careless cross from midfield was intercepted by Werder Bremen midfielder Arnautovic, almost resulting in a goal conceded.

Klopp, standing on the sidelines, finally lost his temper.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as lightning, and shot towards the substitutes' bench!

He didn't even call out names.

But Qin Feng understood everything the moment they met eyes.

He suddenly jumped up from his seat!

"Dortmund is making a substitution!"

The commentators in the domestic live broadcast room instantly raised their voices eight octaves!

"We see it! Standing on the sidelines is number 37! Qin Feng!"

"With the team struggling to break the deadlock, Klopp is finally about to play his secret trump card!"

"This is Qin Feng's Bundesliga debut!"

After a period of silence, the comments section exploded like a volcanic eruption!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! It's really going to happen!]

[It's here! I've been waiting for over an hour, and it's finally here!]

[Haha, is the "five million glass man" finally going to come out and bask in the sun?]

[I predict he'll be injured and forced to leave the game within 10 minutes. I'm making this a bet! If he doesn't get injured, I'll eat my keyboard live on stream!]

[No way, I want to see him wash his hair upside down! Go Feng Ge! @UpsideDownHairWashingBrother]

The fourth official raised the substitution sign.

The red number is 10, Mkhitaryan.

The green number is 37, Qin Feng.

Mkhitaryan walked off the field with a slightly disappointed look on his face. Qin Feng went up to him and the two exchanged a brief high-five.

Qin Feng took a deep breath and ran onto the field.

The moment he stepped onto the green field, he subconsciously looked down at the neatly trimmed turf beneath his feet.

It's very green, and very real.

A scent mingled with the aroma of grass and damp earth filled my nostrils.