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

April 16. Dortmund, Germany.

On that day, the air at the Westfalen stadium was as thick as solidified mercury.

Six days have passed since that 2-2 draw at Camp Nou. But in those six days, the entire European football world has been buzzing with discussion about Qin Feng's arrogant "showing off his jersey" gesture.

Barcelona's mouthpiece, Mundo Deportivo, angrily wrote: "This is a desecration of Camp Nou! Messi will make that Chinese man pay for this away from home!"

Bild, however, countered sharply: "Blasphemy? No, that's a declaration of war. The old king is dead, a new king shall rise."

One hour before the match.

A giant TIFO covering 25,000 people was erected on the famous South Stand, the "Yellow and Black Wall":

On the screen, Qin Feng, wearing a yellow and black number 7 jersey, is raising Thor's hammer and smashing it down on the red and blue throne that symbolizes the Barcelona dynasty.

The text is only one line, written in huge German characters: 【Endspiel】 (The End).

……

In the locker room.

Klopp is giving a final pep talk. He hasn't shaved today, looking like a thug about to rob a bank.

Listen.

Klopp's voice was deep and resonant in the enclosed space.

"Barcelona is very strong, technically the best in the world. But they have a fatal weakness."

Klopp slammed his hand on the tactics board, causing the magnetic chess pieces on it to bounce wildly.

"They're old."

"Pique's turn was as slow as an aircraft carrier, Busquets was afraid of being pressed, and Suarez couldn't run anymore."

"We must bite them like a pack of rabid dogs that haven't eaten for three days! We must suffocate them! We must make them choke on our home turf!"

"Erling!" Klopp pointed at Haaland, "You go and run Pique over! Jaden (Sancho), you go and run Alba to death!"

Finally, Klopp looked at Qin Feng in the corner.

"Qin".

"You're the one with the knife. Wherever there's blood, that's where you stab."

Qin Feng tightened his shoelaces and stood up.

"Don't worry, Jürgen."

He glanced around at his teammates, whose eyes were filled with fervor, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"After tonight, the term 'Cosmic Team' will become a name in history books."

……

20:45 in the evening.

"beep--!"

With the referee Cakir's whistle, the second leg of the Champions League quarter-finals officially kicked off!

Dortmund began their suicidal high-pressure tactics from the very first second.

Haaland was like a runaway tank, charging wildly toward Pique with the ball; Reus and Sancho were like two sharp knives, relentlessly cutting through Barcelona's passing lanes.

10 minutes.

Busquets received the ball in midfield and was about to turn around to check when he was violently bumped by Witsel!

The ball is lost!

Qin Feng intercepts the ball!

"Counterattack!!!"

Qin Feng didn't hold onto the ball; he immediately delivered a surgical through pass to Haaland!

Haaland ate Pique raw!

But at the last moment of the shot, Ter Stegen made a brilliant save, deflecting the ball out of bounds with his fingertips!

Although they didn't score, it gave Barcelona a real scare. Valverde paced anxiously on the sidelines, realizing that Dortmund's pace was too fast, too fast for Barcelona's old-fashioned team to keep up with.

22 minutes.

Barcelona made a mistake in passing the ball around in their own half!

Lenglet's back pass was too weak under Haaland's pressure!

"Chance!!!"

Reus, who had been lurking near the penalty area, suddenly started his run!

He intercepted the ball before Pique could cover!

Side pass!

Sancho, following up from the middle, easily slotted the ball into the empty net!

1: 0!

"Goal! Dortmund takes the lead!!"

"Aggregate score 3-2!!! Barcelona is on the brink of elimination!!!"

Westfalen erupted! Eighty thousand people sang "You'll Never Walk Alone" in unison, the sound shaking the entire stadium!

After scoring, Sancho rushed towards the corner flag, and Haaland picked him up.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at Messi, who was standing not far away with his hands on his hips and a livid face, but he did not smile.

He knew that this advantage was not enough.

Even with just one second left, you can't let your guard down when facing Messi.

……

Sure enough, Barcelona woke up after conceding a goal.

35 minutes.

Messi received the ball on the edge of the penalty area. Facing the closing defense of Delaney and Witsel, he used an extremely subtle feint to create a gap!

Kick!

A corner shot!

Bilki has surrendered!

boom!

The ball slammed against the post and bounced out!

The audience gasped!

"That was close!" In the commentary booth, Zhan Jun wiped away a cold sweat. "That's the ability of a football king; give him even the slightest space, and he can create a deadly opportunity!"

That shot hitting the post seemed to have exhausted Barcelona's luck.

In the following period, the aging Barcelona defense began to crumble under Dortmund's relentless attacks.

The first half has ended. 1-0.

……

Intermission.

In the Borussia Dortmund locker room, the team doctor is massaging the players to relax their muscles. This high-intensity pressing takes a huge toll on their physical strength.

"Can you still run?" Qin Feng asked Sang Qiao, who was covered in sweat beside him.

"My legs are a little sore," Sancho grimaced. "That Alba guy can run so fast."

"Grit your teeth and hold on."

Qin Feng patted his thigh.

"The first 15 minutes of the second half are crucial. That's when their energy reaches its limit. We need to deliver the decisive blow."

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

55 minutes.

Barcelona pressed high up the pitch, attempting to equalize. Their formation was very high, leaving a vast expanse of open ground behind them.

Qin Feng received the ball in midfield.

This time, Vidal and Rakitic pounced on him like mad dogs, even committing fouls.

Qin Feng did not attempt a direct attack.

He gained a "God's-eye view".

He saw it.

On the other side of the field, the tall Norwegian player wearing the number 9 jersey was pointing at the open space behind Pique.

Just a second before the two men were about to close in, Qin Feng suddenly launched an extremely long diagonal pass!

"run!!!"

The ball, like a precision-guided cruise missile, pierced the night sky of Westfalen, crossed half the field, and landed precisely on Haaland's sprint path!

Haaland receives the ball!

In front of him was only Pique, whose turn was as slow as an aircraft carrier.

"Get the hell out of my way!!!"

Haaland roared and used his speed to overpower Pique!

Pique desperately reached out to pull, but was directly repelled by Haaland's terrifying core strength and fell awkwardly onto the grass!

This is youth! This is the aesthetics of violence!

One-on-one!

Facing Ter Stegen, Haaland didn't use any fancy moves, just unleashed a powerful shot!

boom!

The ball almost pierced the net!

2-0!!!

"Goal!!! Haaland!!! He's completely killed the game!!!"

"4-2 on aggregate!!! Barcelona is finished!!! The 'Dream Team' has fallen tonight!!!"

After scoring, Haaland rushed towards the stands and performed his classic "meditation" celebration.

Behind him, Qin Feng slowly ran over and patted his head.

"Well done, monster."

……

The remaining time became wasted time.

Barcelona completely collapsed. Messi was isolated and helpless, repeatedly looking down at the grass; Suarez was complaining to the referee; Coutinho looked lost.

80 minutes.

Klopp substituted Qin Feng.

When Qin Feng handed the captain's armband to Reus and walked to the sidelines.

All 80,000 fans at the Westfalenstadion, regardless of age or gender, stood up.

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

Even the thousands of Barcelona fans who traveled with the team stood up and applauded.

This is the highest respect for the conquerors.

Qin Feng walked to the sidelines and hugged Klopp.

"It's over, Jürgen."

Qin Feng whispered in his ear.

"Yes." Klopp's eyes were a little red, and he patted Qin Feng's back hard. "We've crossed that mountain."

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!!!"

The final whistle blew.

Borussia Dortmund defeated Barcelona 2-0 at home, with an aggregate score of 4-2!

They've advanced proudly to the Champions League semi-finals!

This marks Dortmund's return to the Champions League semi-finals after six years.

After the game.

Qin Feng found Messi again.

Messi looked dejected; the once invincible football king now appeared somewhat old and tired.

Congratulations, Qin.

Messi extended his hand, even managing a bitter smile.

"You deserve to advance. You are hungrier than we are."

"Thanks."

Qin Feng grasped Messi's hand, his tone sincere, devoid of the arrogance of a victor.

"Leo, you're still the best. It's just..."

Qin Feng glanced at Haaland, Sancho, and the other young men who were celebrating wildly, as they tossed Klopp into the air.

"But time is no longer on your side."

Messi paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.

Yes.

time.

That was an opponent that even the gods could not defeat.

……

Back in the locker room.

Champagne rained down again.

Haaland, holding his phone, excitedly shouted, "Boss! Look at the news!"

Qin Feng took the phone.

The screen shows the result of another quarter-final match.

Ajax 2:1 Juventus (3:2 on aggregate, advancing).

Cristiano Ronaldo is out!

Juventus, with Cristiano Ronaldo, actually fell to the young and elite Ajax!

The Champions League semi-finalists are determined:

Borussia Dortmund vs. Ajax

Liverpool vs. Tottenham.

Three young teams, plus one from Klopp's former club.

Without Real Madrid, there is no Barcelona, ​​no Bayern Munich, and no Juventus.

This is a Champions League for young people!

The old order collapsed, and a new era dawned.

"Ajax?"

Qin Feng looked at the name, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

This Dutch dark horse team, boasting players like De Jong, De Ligt, and Van de Beek, eliminated Real Madrid and Juventus along the way, making them a truly formidable force.

"That's interesting."

Qin Feng tossed his phone to Haaland, leaned against the locker, and smiled slightly.

"Looks like we're headed to Amsterdam to teach those younger kids a lesson."

Haaland grinned, his eyes fierce.

"A dark horse?"

"Excuse me, I'm a butcher who specializes in killing underdogs."

……

That night.

The night sky over Dortmund was lit up by fireworks.

On Qin Feng's system panel.

The progress bar for the "Yellow Dynasty" mission has been pushed to 80%.

[Current objective: Cross Amsterdam.]

[Ultimate goal: Wanda Metropolitano (the venue for the Champions League final), to lift the trophy!]

Qin Feng stood by the window, looking at the Westfalen Stadium in the distance, which was still brightly lit.

Six-time champion.

That seemingly unattainable dream.

Now, only the last three steps remain.