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

In the locker in the corner of the gym, there is a spare set of clean workout clothes.

Qin Feng changed his clothes, stuffed the soaking wet outfit into his backpack, and walked straight out of the gym without pausing.

He needs a venue.

A space where he could fully unleash the power of his newborn body.

The Valdebebas training ground is very large. In addition to the standard pitches used by Real Madrid's various youth teams, there are also several small five-a-side pitches open to the public.

At this time of day, the sun was blazing, and the stadium was deserted.

perfect.

Qin Feng threw his backpack on the sidelines and pulled out a badly worn Adidas soccer ball.

He gently placed the ball at his feet, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of Madrid's dry, scorching air.

A familiar feeling.

It has been a full ten years since he stood on the court as a player.

The next second, he opened his eyes.

Without any unnecessary movements, a gentle flick of the inside of the right foot, and the whole person instantly starts moving!

Snap, snap, snap...

The football seemed to be magnetically attracted to his feet; every touch was precise, with not a bit more or less force.

Sprint!

He was getting faster and faster, and the muscles in his legs were bursting with unprecedented power.

The wind whistled in my ears, and everything in my field of vision was rushing past.

This feeling... is amazing!

Just as he was about to cross the goal line, Qin Feng slammed his left foot down on the ball, and his body completed a sudden 180-degree turn at an angle that defied the laws of physics!

squeak--!

The sneakers scraped across the artificial turf with a screeching sound.

In the past, doing this move would have definitely caused his knees to scream in pain.

But now, he only felt a resilient supporting force, which traveled from his ankle all the way to his thigh.

Stablize!

Unprecedented stability!

Without pausing, he started again in the opposite direction, dribbling the ball back to the center line at an even faster speed.

Sprint, stop abruptly, change direction, sprint again...

Qin Feng tirelessly repeated these most basic movements.

He is testing.

Let's test just how high this body, modified by the [Kaka Template], has reached.

Explosive power, top-notch!

The combination of man and ball is top-notch!

Their body coordination and flexibility are also top-notch!

He even tried a few of Kaka's signature moves, such as the taco move while dribbling at high speed and the dribbling without slowing down.

Everything went smoothly and effortlessly, without any awkwardness.

It was as if these skills had long been imprinted in his muscle memory.

"So... this is what it feels like to have world-class talent."

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks, his chest heaving violently, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He was a genius in his previous life, but compared to this pure physical talent, he was simply insignificant.

Kaka is who he is, not just because of his handsome appearance and humble character.

It is also because he possesses a unique ability to sprint, perfectly combining speed, power, and technique.

That was a gift from God.

And now, this gift has been delivered to him.

……

A café in downtown Madrid in the evening.

Qin Feng met his agent, José García.

A middle-aged man in his forties, slightly overweight, with thinning hair, and a professional anxiety on his face.

"How's it going? Have you thought it through? I've arranged a trial for you with Getafe B team; you can go for it the day after tomorrow."

Garcia took a sip of espresso, trying to look more energetic.

"I'm not going." Qin Feng pushed a copy of the information he had printed out in front of him.

Garcia paused for a moment, then picked up the documents.

It only has a few simple German words and the Borussia Dortmund team logo.

"You really want to go to Dortmund?" Garcia looked at him like he'd gone mad. "Qin, I understand your frustration, but we have to be realistic! Your reputation in Spain is ruined! Real Madrid's medical report is like a death sentence on your head!"

"They won't believe this report," Qin Feng said calmly.

"Who? Dortmund?" Garcia scoffed. "Why? On what grounds? Just because of your passion?"

"No." Qin Feng shook his head and pointed to a name on the document with his finger.

Jürgen Klopp.

"By him."

"Klopp?"

"He's a coach who doesn't believe in authority and only trusts his own eyes," Qin Feng said slowly, as if stating a fact that was about to happen.

This is his advantage as a time traveler.

He knows Klopp better than anyone else in this era.

"His tactics, 'Gegenpressing,' emphasize winning back possession immediately after losing the ball and then attacking the opponent's goal in the fastest and most direct way."

"This tactic requires a lot of running and the ability of the forwards to make deep runs."

Qin Feng raised his head and looked directly at the agent. "Their key player, Mario Götze, has just been poached by Bayern Munich."

"Götze is a technical attacking midfielder with quick footwork, and he excels at organizing and breaking through in tight spaces."

"But he's not a pure attacking player."

"What Klopp needs most right now is not a second Götze, but a sharp blade that can tear apart the opponent's defense."

Garcia was stunned.

In all his years as an agent, this was the first time he had ever heard an 18-year-old player analyze the tactical needs of a top club from such a professional perspective.

This is not normal.

"How...how do you know all this?"

"I analyzed it by watching the game," Qin Feng replied casually.

He couldn't very well say that these were conclusions he drew from watching countless videos and writing hundreds of thousands of words of tactical analysis reports in his previous life.

"Okay, even if your analysis is all correct," Garcia took a deep breath, still feeling it was unreliable, "why would they choose you? The whole world knows they're rich; they can buy any established star player!"

"Because it's cheap."

Qin Feng gave the most realistic answer.

"My current market value is close to zero. Dortmund only needs to pay Real Madrid a symbolic compensation for their youth academy training, which may be less than one million euros."

"Use the money you'd spend on scratch-off lottery tickets to gamble on a genius who 'might' be a perfect fit for your tactics."

"Moreover, this talent also has a background in Real Madrid's youth training, so his technical skills are guaranteed."

"Do you think Klopp might be tempted?"

Garcia was completely speechless.

He stared blankly at the boy in front of him.

Is this really Qin Feng, who doesn't talk much except when training?

This calm analysis and accurate judgment, along with a composure that doesn't belong to an 18-year-old.

It made him feel a sense of unfamiliarity.

"it is good."

After a long while, Garcia nodded heavily, his eyes filled with a fanatical sense of being persuaded.

"I'll try one more time for you! I'll use all my connections, even if I have to beg, I'll get you to Klopp's doorstep!"

"However, I need your latest physical data and training videos. They must be up-to-date and prove you are not suffering from any injuries!"

"I'll send it to you tomorrow morning." Qin Feng was prepared.

……

at the same time.

Germany, Dortmund, Blakel Training Center.

The head coach's office was filled with smoke.

Jürgen Klopp was pacing restlessly around the room.

His desk was scattered with a pile of scouting reports and player information.

The scene of losing to Bayern Munich in the Champions League final is still vivid in my mind.

Immediately afterwards, the team's core player, Götze, whom they had personally nurtured and who was then poached by the same opponent using his release clause.

betray.

shame.

There was also a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Jurgen, calm down." Assistant coach Buvac handed him a document. "This is the latest list from the recruitment department, with several potential targets."

Klopp took the list and glanced at it briefly.

Henrikh Mkhitaryan (Shakhtar Donetsk), Christian Eriksen (Ajax), Kevin De Bruyne (Chelsea)...

They are all rising young talents in European football.

But each one is quite expensive.

"The miners have put a price tag of 30 million euros on Mkhitaryan, damn it, why don't they just rob us!" Klopp said irritably, scratching his hair.

He knew that the club's management preferred to bring in players who had already proven themselves.

It's safe and low-risk.

But he always felt that these people... were not what he wanted.

None of them are the perfect piece of the puzzle to make his "heavy metal football" resonate once again.

His gaze lingered on the last line of the list.

That was a separate category, "high risk/high reward".

Qin Feng (Real Madrid Castilla).

Age: 18 years old.

Position: Attacking midfielder/winger.

Technical characteristics: Extremely fast, excellent ball control, and possesses top-level dribbling ability at the youth team level.

Note: Due to recurrent muscle strains, Real Madrid deemed him "glass man" and refused to renew his contract.

"A fragile person?"

Klopp raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

What he likes most are these "unpolished gems" that are overlooked by wealthy families.

When he signed Lewandowski from Lech Poznań, few people were optimistic about the skinny Polish boy.

He clicked on the video link attached by the scout.

The video is a recording of a league match played by Castilla last season.

In the video, a black-haired boy wearing a white jersey is holding the ball in midfield.

With a simple acceleration, he shook off the defender.

His dribbling style is very special; his upper body hardly moves, his pace is extremely fast, and he seems to be flying close to the grass.

In just a few seconds, he rushed across the center line and faced a double-team from three guards.

Without slowing down, he delivered a precise through ball that pierced the entire defense and found his teammate making a run forward.

Assist.

The entire process was imbued with a violent aesthetic.

That unstoppable momentum instantly caught Klopp's eye.

"That was fucking... a bolt of lightning!"

Klopp couldn't help but swear.

He turned off the video and picked up the Real Madrid medical report again.

The text describes the boy's fragile body.

Klopp frowned.

The player in the video runs with a smooth and fluid motion, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

Are Real Madrid's team doctors all blind?

Or... is there some other reason?

Klopp's intuition told him that things weren't that simple.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number of chief scout Mislintat.

"Sven, help me find someone, Qin Feng from Real Madrid Castilla."

"I need all his information, the more detailed the better. In particular, I need to know why he keeps getting injured."

"Also, try to get his recent training videos, anything will do."

After hanging up the phone, Klopp pulled the document with "Qin Feng" on it out from the pile of reports and placed it on top.

He had a premonition.

The biggest surprise of this summer may lie in this young man abandoned by Real Madrid.