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

April 30, 2019. Amsterdam.

Johan Cruyff Arena.

The stadium, named after the "godfather of football," transformed into a surging sea of ​​white and red tonight. Fifty thousand Ajax die-hards sang "Three Little Birds" at a deafening roar.

Champions League semi-final first leg. Ajax vs. Borussia Dortmund.

This is one of the most anticipated matches of the Champions League season. The media has dubbed it "a clash between two of the most insane youth storms in all of Europe."

Before the match, European media overwhelmingly favored Ajax. This young guard of players, including De Jong, De Ligt, Van de Beek, and Ziyech, had eliminated Real Madrid and Juventus, making them a true miracle team.

"The followers of Cruyff will reshape the European order!"

Dortmund? They're just the last stepping stone on the road to becoming an underdog!

Inside the passageway.

The players from both teams stood side by side.

This is probably the Champions League semi-final with the youngest average age in history. Everywhere you look, there are faces brimming with youthful collagen.

Frenkie de Jong stood in the middle of the group. The midfield prodigy, who was about to transfer to Barcelona for 7500 million euros, was curiously sizing up Qin Feng.

He wanted to know what kind of extraordinary abilities this legendary man, who was said to be able to take on Messi one-on-one, possessed.

Qin Feng felt the gaze, turned his head, and smiled at De Rong.

The smile was radiant, as if he were looking at an intern who hadn't yet graduated.

"Don't be nervous, little one."

Qin Feng spoke softly in English.

"I'll speak a little slower tonight."

De Jong was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed red. A kid? He's the kind of guy who dared to mess with even Modric!

……

"beep--!"

The referee, Laos, blew his whistle, and the match began!

Ajax displayed their amazing talent from the very first second.

This team's teamwork is incredibly fluid. De Jong dribbles the ball in midfield, Tadic drops back to act as the pivot, and Ziyech and Neres soar on the wings. The ball seems to have a magnetic pull on their feet, it's dazzling.

For the first 10 minutes, Dortmund even struggled to keep up with the pace.

Qin Feng tried to get the ball, but De Jong and Schöne combined to choke him every time. These Dutch kids are so energetic; that's the essence of total football.

12 minutes.

De Jong received the ball in midfield. Facing Witsel's pressure, he executed an extremely elegant turn with the ball, completely shaking him off!

"Beautiful!!!" The whole stadium cheered!

De Jong delivers a through ball! Tadic beats the offside trap and cuts the ball back from the left side of the penalty area!

Van de Beek makes a run to the far post!

Facing Bürki, he calmly slotted the ball home!

1: 0!

Ajax are in the lead!

The Cruyff Arena exploded instantly! White and red flags waved wildly, as if trying to rip the roof off!

After scoring, Van de Beek charged toward the corner flag, followed closely by De Jong and De Ligt. The young men's faces were brimming with arrogance and confidence. They felt that this night would once again be their night of miracles.

……

On the sidelines, Klopp paused in his chewing gum, his brow furrowed: "These Dutch kids are something else."

On the field.

Haaland kicked the turf in annoyance. De Ligt had been marking him closely; the Ajax captain, though young, was incredibly accurate and had dispossessed him twice.

"Boss, these guys are too slippery, we can't catch them," Harland complained.

"slip?"

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, stepping on the ball.

He glanced at De Jong, who was full of vigor not far away, and then at De Ligt, who looked calm and composed.

On the system panel, the **[King of Football Halo]** is slightly warm.

Opponent's attributes detected: All-out offense and all-out defense.

[Passive talent "Rhythm Master" activated: The host's control over the rhythm of the game increases by 20%.]

"You're slippery because you're not fast enough or firm enough."

Qin Feng patted Haaland on the back.

"Erling, look carefully."

"The so-called golden generation, faced with absolute strength..."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Qin Feng's lips.

"That's gold-plated glass; it shatters at the slightest touch."

……

The game has restarted.

Dortmund didn't rush to counterattack. Qin Feng began to retreat frequently, actively seeking trouble with De Jong. "Since you're Ajax's metronome, then I'll smash you, my metronome."

25 minutes.

De Jong received the ball in midfield again, ready to launch an attack. He instinctively tried to turn around.

But this time, he ran into a wall.

boom!

Qin Feng!

The moment De Jong received the ball, he suddenly lunged forward! It wasn't a blind outstretched leg, but a direct physical challenge on De Jong!

Although De Jong has good technique, he is not in the same league as Qin Feng, who has been systematically enhanced, in terms of physical confrontation!

De Jong stumbled, and the ball was lost!

"Mine!" Qin Feng intercepted the ball!

He was in the center circle at that moment. Ajax's defensive line was pushed very high up the pitch.

Counterattack!

Ziyech tried to chase and pull back, but Qin Feng accelerated and left him in the dust! Shene rushed up, ready to slide tackle!

While dribbling at high speed, Qin Feng suddenly flicked the ball to the right front with the outside of his right foot!

Fried meatballs!

The movement was as fast as lightning! She didn't even touch the ball; it slid straight out of bounds!

"It's over!!! Qin Feng has torn apart Ajax's midfield!!!"

Ahead is De Ligt.

This 19-year-old Ajax captain is also one of the most sought-after center-back talents in all of Europe. He calmly fought and retreated, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng.

One-on-one! King against king!

Qin Feng dribbled the ball and charged straight at De Ligt. When the two were still two meters apart, Qin Feng suddenly started pedaling a bicycle!

One! Two! Three!

De Ligt remained perfectly still, waiting for Qin Feng to change direction.

"Impressive composure," Qin Feng thought to himself.

But the next second, he suddenly flicked the ball up with his right foot!

It's not a change of direction!

It's like a rainbow passing by!

The ball arced high over De Ligt's head!

**"What?!?!"** The entire audience gasped in shock!

De Ligt was shocked and hurriedly turned around! But Qin Feng had already swept past him like a gust of wind!

The ball and the player have passed each other!

This is a blatant display of overwhelming talent!

Qin Feng controlled the ball, and by then he had already entered the penalty area! Goalkeeper Onana rushed out of his goal!

Qin Feng didn't shoot. He heard the sound of wind. It was the sound of a heavy tank crushing the turf.

"Erlin!!!"

Qin Feng passed the ball sideways!

Haaland arrived in a flash! Standing before him was Blind.

Haaland didn't slow down at all, and directly rammed Blind with his shoulder!

boom!

Blinder was sent flying two meters away!

Facing an open goal, Haaland unleashed a powerful shot!

boom!

The ball almost pierced the net!

1-1!!!

"Goal!!! Haaland!!! A rainbow flick assist from Qin Feng!!!"

"That's brutal!!! Qin Feng toyed with De Ligt! Haaland rammed Blind!!!"

……

The 1-1 scoreline cooled the frenzy at the Cruyff Arena somewhat. But Ajax didn't back down.

In the second half, both sides entered an attacking mode. The back-and-forth exchanges made for a very exciting match.

85 minutes.

The score remained 1-1. For Dortmund, a 1-1 draw away from home was perfectly acceptable. But Qin Feng did not.

Ajax's corner kick attempt failed. The ball was headed out of the penalty area by Hummels. It landed right at Qin Feng's feet.

At this moment, Qin Feng received the ball with his back to the goal. De Jong was marking him closely from behind.

De Jong attempted a foul, grabbing Qin Feng's jersey. "Don't even think about leaving!"

But Qin Feng didn't turn around. The instant he received the ball, he flicked it behind him with his heel!

Crotch puncture!

The ball slipped between De Jong's legs! Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng turned around and, like a slippery eel, brushed past De Jong!

"He's gone too far!!! De Jong can't stop him at all!!!"

Qin Feng dribbles at breakneck speed! Counter-attack!

At this moment, Ajax only had Tagliafico in their backfield!

Two against one! Sancho makes a high-speed run down the right flank!

Qin Feng dribbled the ball to the edge of the penalty area, drawing Tagliafico's defense. But he didn't pass to Sancho.

He glanced at Onana, who was positioned slightly ahead. Suddenly, Qin Feng stopped abruptly while running at high speed! A clod of earth was scooped up from the grass behind him!

Then, kick!

Lob shot!

The ball barely spun in the air, heading straight for the top corner of the goal! Onana desperately retreated and jumped!

But the ball seemed to have a mind of its own, bypassing his fingertips and grazing the bottom edge of the crossbar before falling into the net!

2-1!!!

"A game-winning shot!!! Another game-winning shot!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! He ended the match at the Johan Cruyff Arena in a masterful way!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng didn't sprint. He stood still, watching the Ajax players who had collapsed to the ground clutching their heads.

De Jong's eyes were vacant, while De Ligt stood with his hands on his hips. They had lost. They had lost fair and square.

Qin Feng walked up to De Rong and reached out to help him up.

"Well done, kid." Qin Feng patted De Jong on the shoulder.

"But if you want to beat me... you'll have to practice some more."

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!!!"

The final whistle blew.

Borussia Dortmund defeated Ajax 2-1 away! They have one foot in the Champions League final!

After the match, the media went completely wild.

The Terminator of the Youth Storm! Qin Feng Teaches Ajax a Lesson!

Back in the locker room, Haaland was devouring a box of pizza.

"Boss, that rainbow flick was so cool! Can you teach me?" Haaland's mouth was full of cheese.

"You?" Qin Feng glanced at the giant who was 1.94 meters tall. "You should practice how to knock people away."

Qin Feng smiled, leaned against the cabinet, and took out his phone.

The screen displays the results of another semi-final match.

Liverpool 3-0 Tottenham (first leg).

Liverpool, the Reds, have one foot in the final.

"The finals..." Qin Feng clenched his fist.

That was the closest he had ever come to that big trophy in his second life.

"Jürgen." Qin Feng looked at Klopp, who was celebrating with his assistant coach.

"Ready to go to Madrid?"

Klopp turned around, and his signature wide grin reappeared.

"Of course. I can't wait to see my old friends."