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

Returning to Dortmund with a 2-1 away win, the entire city was immersed in jubilation at the prospect of advancing to the final.

Only 90 minutes left! We're almost in Madrid!

Ajax? The final destination for the dark horse is here!

But Klopp wasn't so optimistic.

At the pre-match press conference, Klopp looked serious: "Don't forget, this Ajax team won 4-1 at the Bernabéu and 2-1 in Turin. They are good at creating miracles, especially when everyone thinks they are doomed."

The atmosphere in the locker room was also somewhat tense.

"Listen," Klopp said, pointing to Frenkie de Jong's name on the tactical board. "This kid is their heart. If we don't shut him down, he can send the ball anywhere he wants."

"Herring!" Klopp looked at Haaland, "You hold up the pitch! Don't let them pass the ball out easily! Use your body to disrupt their rhythm!"

Haaland nodded, his eyes fierce.

Qin Feng was adjusting his shin guards. He could sense a restlessness in Westphalia today. It was a mixture of a desire for victory and a fear of the unexpected.

……

20:45 in the evening.

"beep--!"

The referee blows the whistle, and the match begins!

Ajax has really gone mad.

Without any probing, they launched a full-scale attack from the very beginning! This group of young people, with an average age of only 22, seemed to know no fatigue, running and pressing wildly.

5 minutes.

Dortmund's defense is not yet firmly established.

Ziyech received the ball on the right wing and, facing Schmelzer's defense, suddenly cut inside!

No feints, just a straight curling shot!

The ball traced an extremely exaggerated arc, heading straight for the corner!

boom!

The ball struck the inside of the post and bounced into the net!

0: 1!

Ajax are in the lead!

The aggregate score is now 2-2! And Ajax has the away goal advantage!

Westfallen fell silent for a moment, and even the noisy yellow and black wall seemed to suffocate for a brief instant.

"Damn it!" Bilki slammed his fist on the turf.

The Ajax players celebrated wildly, and Erik ten Hag clenched his fists on the sidelines. They saw hope.

If they score another one, Dortmund will be going home.

……

The game continues.

Ajax's morale soared after the goal, and they launched wave after wave of attacks. In the 15th minute, Tadic's shot grazed the crossbar and went wide; in the 22nd minute, Van de Beek's shot inside the penalty area was blocked by Akanji's body.

The atmosphere in front of Dortmund's goal is tense.

"Stay calm! Everyone stay calm!" Qin Feng shouted from the center circle.

He could tell his teammates were panicking. These Dutch kids were too aggressive; if they didn't break their rhythm, the consequences would be dire.

30 minutes.

Qin Feng retreated to receive the ball.

De Rong immediately closed in. This time, De Rong was smarter. He didn't kick easily, but instead used his body and running to entangle Qin Feng, preventing him from turning around.

"You're very clever, little one."

Qin Feng shielded the ball with his back to the goal, feeling the power coming from behind him.

But he did not force himself to turn around.

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

The entire stadium transformed into an overhead view in his mind. The position and movement trajectory of every player were clearly visible.

He saw it.

On the other side of the field, there was a gap that had always been overlooked.

The moment Qin Feng closed in on De Rong, he suddenly made a feint to turn to the left!

De Jong's center of gravity shifted slightly!

In that very instant!

Qin Feng didn't turn around, but instead used the outside of his right foot to deliver an extremely subtle no-look pass!

The ball was like a scalpel, instantly slicing through Ajax's midfield defense!

I didn't look for Haaland!

Instead, they found Sancho, who had made a high-speed run down the right flank!

That's the weak side of Ajax's defense!

"nice shot!!!"

When Sancho received the ball, there was a wide-open field in front of him!

Tagliafico had to come to the rescue!

Sancho didn't try to take credit; he saw that huge figure charging down the middle lane!

Cross!

Haaland was like a runaway tank, smashing through De Ligt and leaping high into the air!

boom!

A header!

Onana made an incredible save!

But the ball didn't fly far; it landed just outside the penalty area!

There!

Reus, who had been lying in ambush, arrived in a flash!

Follow-up shot!

1-1!!!

"Goal!!! Reus!!! A rebound shot from the Dortmund captain!!!"

"Average score 3-2!!! Dortmund has stabilized the situation!!!"

After scoring, Reus rushed towards Qin Feng, and the two embraced tightly.

"That was a really clever tip!" Royce shouted excitedly. "How did you know there was an opening over there?"

Qin Feng pointed to his head.

"Because I'm looking at the chessboard, and they're looking at the pieces."

……

After equalizing, Dortmund regained their rhythm. Although Ajax continued to fight hard, under Qin Feng's orchestration, every attack they launched felt like punching cotton.

The second half.

Ajax desperately needed a goal. Ten Hag brought on the tall striker Huntelaar, preparing for a do-or-die situation.

75 minutes.

Ajax pushed forward with all their players. Even De Ligt joined the attacking line.

This gave Dortmund a chance to counterattack.

Qin Feng intercepted the ball in midfield.

At this moment, Ajax's backfield was completely empty.

Counterattack!

Three against two!

Qin Feng dribbled forward, while Haaland and Sancho sprinted down the flanks.

De Jong desperately chased after him, but he realized with despair that he couldn't catch up with the figure carrying the ball.

Qin Feng charged to the edge of the penalty area.

Blind had no choice but to come up and block.

Qin Feng did not slow down; he suddenly made a shooting motion while running!

Blinder instinctively fell to the ground to block!

But that's a feint!

Qin Feng gently spiked the ball!

He dodged Blind!

At this moment, he was facing goalkeeper Onana. A simple push would have sealed the victory.

But he didn't shoot.

He heard heavy breathing coming from beside him.

That's Haaland.

This tall Norwegian has been running for a full 80 minutes. His socks are torn, and his face is covered in sweat, but his eyes still yearn to score.

"Erling!"

Qin Feng passed the ball sideways!

Haaland faces an open goal!

This was probably the easiest goal of his career.

But he did not push it gently.

Instead, he used all his strength to unleash a powerful shot!

boom!

The ball slammed into the net!

2-1!!!

"The game is dead!!! The game is completely dead!!!"

"A selfless cross! Qin Feng gave Haaland the scoring opportunity!!!"

"This is leadership!!! This is the demeanor of a football king!!!"

After scoring, Haaland did not celebrate, but instead knelt down and hugged Qin Feng's leg.

"Boss... I'll buy you all your shoes from now on!"

Haaland's voice was choked with sobs.

Qin Feng smiled and pulled him up, ruffling his blond hair.

"It's a deal then. If you don't wipe it clean, I'll beat you up."

……

For the remainder of the game, Ajax were completely demoralized.

These young people are talented, but they are still too inexperienced against the seasoned Borussia Dortmund.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!!!"

The final whistle blew.

Borussia Dortmund defeated Ajax 2-1 at home, 4-2 on aggregate!

Heads held high, we march into the Champions League final!

After the game.

Qin Feng walked up to De Jong. The young Dutch prodigy was sitting on the grass, weeping.

"Don't cry."

Qin Feng reached out and helped him up.

"Tears won't save you; only becoming stronger will. After you go to Barcelona, ​​train your physique properly."

De Jong nodded, his eyes red.

……

Back in the locker room.

Champagne rained down again.

This time, however, Qin Feng didn't join in the celebration. He held his phone, watching the result of another semi-final.

Liverpool 2-0 Tottenham (5-0 on aggregate, advancing to the next round).

Liverpool, the Reds, advanced without any doubt.

Salah, Mane, and Firmino form a formidable attacking trident. Van Dijk's ironclad defense.

This is one of the strongest teams in football today.

Liverpool...

Qin Feng leaned against the cabinet, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Jürgen".

Qin Feng looked at Klopp, who was wiping champagne.

"We're going to see your old friend."

Klopp stopped what he was doing, turned around, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. That was his life's work, the heavy metal rock team he had built with his own hands.

And now, he's going to destroy it with his own hands.

"yes."

Klopp took a deep breath and then flashed his signature smile.

"But before that..."

"We need to go to Wanda Metropolitano first and bring back that damn Big Ear Cup."

June 1st. Madrid. Wanda Metropolitano Stadium.

That was the final battlefield.