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

The short Christmas break has ended, and the entire Borussia Dortmund team has regrouped at the Blaker training ground. The relaxed and carefree expressions on the players' faces have vanished, replaced by a solemnity and anticipation as a major match approaches.

All eyes were on the upcoming draw for the Champions League Round of 16.

Before the draw ceremony began, Klopp unusually refrained from scheduling high-intensity training sessions, instead gathering all the players in the tactical analysis room. On the huge screen, all the possible "second-placed" teams in the group were clearly listed.

"Alright, guys, let's play a game before fate is revealed." Klopp crossed his arms, a playful smile on his face. "Tell me, who do you most want to draw, and who do you least want to draw?"

"Of course it's Schalke 04!"

"The Great Cross" Grosskreutz was the first to jump up, pumping his fist as if he were already on the pitch. "We only won by one goal at their home ground last time, not enough! This time, let them come to Westphalia and show them what real hell is like!"

His words immediately drew a rational analysis from Hummels: "Tactically speaking, Galatasaray still has Drogba, and his physicality is something we don't want to face. And then there's Olympiacos's intimidating home ground; any team that goes there will suffer greatly."

"I'd prefer to draw an opponent we're familiar with," captain Kehl said calmly, "like Arsenal. We know how to deal with them; their style of play is flashy, but their physical strength is a weakness."

"Come on, I'm praying we don't draw Manchester City!" Aubameyang exclaimed dramatically as he adjusted his new haircut in front of the gleaming window. "Yaya Toure, Aguero, David Silva... those guys are real beasts, they'll skin you alive if you run into them! I don't want them messing up my hair!"

His antics drew laughter from his teammates.

"Have you all forgotten the strongest one?" Reus, who had been leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, opened them, a hint of genius-like arrogance on his face. "If you want to win the championship, you'll have to face him sooner or later. I'd like to go to the Bernabéu and see if Ronaldo is really as unstoppable as he is on TV."

Upon hearing the word "Bernabeu," Qin Feng's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. Zidane's calm yet regretful face flashed through his mind, as did his own lonely figure as he left.

……

In the afternoon, the players gathered in the locker room to watch the global live broadcast of the draw ceremony on a giant projection screen.

Nyon, Switzerland.

The UEFA headquarters was brightly lit for the draw ceremony. When Ruud Gullit, the Dutch legend with his iconic braid, walked onto the stage, the Dortmund locker room fell silent.

"According to the rules, teams from the same country should avoid each other, teams from the same group should avoid each other..." The host read out the complicated rules, which added to the solemnity of the ceremony.

When Gullit reached his large hands into the transparent glass bowl containing the "second-place team in the group," everyone held their breath.

"AC Milan... their opponent is... Atletico Madrid!"

"Bayer Leverkusen...against...Paris Saint-Germain!"

On the screen, one thrilling duel after another unfolded.

"Haha! Roger Schmidt's pharmaceutical company is finished!" Grand Cross laughed gleefully. "Zlatan (Ibrahimovic) is going back to Germany! I wonder if the Leverkusen defenders will have nightmares tonight!"

The number of teams remaining is decreasing.

Finally, Gullit's hand pulled the yellow football bearing the Borussia Dortmund crest from the bowl that represented "Group winner".

In the lounge, everyone instinctively sat up straight, their hearts feeling as if gripped by an invisible hand.

On the other side of the screen, the remaining "second place in the group" list was clearly displayed.

Galatasaray in Turkey, Olympiacos in Greece... and that name that everyone knows but doesn't truly understand, a name that is both anticipated and feared.

Gullit's hand reached into the last glass bowl once more.

He stirred it, and the crisp sound of the plastic ball colliding was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the sound of the live television broadcast, like heavy hammer blows striking everyone's hearts.

He took one out.

Slowly, unscrew it...

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

Qin Feng subconsciously clenched his fists, and he could feel a fine layer of sweat seeping from his palms.

Gullit unfolded the note, faced the camera, and announced loudly:

"real Madrid!"

When that name came out of Gloucester's mouth!

……

In a fan bar in Madrid, Real Madrid fans who were cheering just a moment ago for drawing a weak opponent fell silent the instant they saw the name "Borussia Dortmund." Someone muttered to themselves, "It's them again...it's that madman Klopp again..."

Meanwhile, in the far East, the servers of the country's largest football forum crashed the instant the draw results were announced! Countless posts flooded the internet within seconds: "Holy crap! A revenge match! Even a script wouldn't dare write something like this!", "Qin Feng's home! He's just wearing a yellow and black jersey!"

In Valdebebas, in Real Madrid's assistant coach's office, Zidane stared at the match diagram on the screen, remaining silent for a long time. He subconsciously picked up his coffee cup, only to find his hand trembling slightly.

……

There was a deathly silence in the Dortmund locker room for three seconds.

Then, it exploded completely!

"WOOOW!!! FUCK!!!"

Grand Cross was the first to let out a strange cry, leaping up from his seat! He wanted to challenge Real Madrid, but he never expected to actually do so!

Aubameyang held his head in his hands, looking utterly incredulous, repeatedly muttering, "Oh my god... This is even more exciting than drawing Manchester City..."

A bitter smile, tinged with fighting spirit, graced Royce's face. He knew the real test had arrived.

Lewandowski's expression instantly turned extremely serious. He subconsciously rubbed his chin, his eyes filled with the solemnity of a worthy opponent.

And Qin Feng.

He simply stared quietly at the familiar, pure white Real Madrid crest on the screen.

His face was expressionless.

But the knuckles of those tightly clenched fists had turned slightly white from the force.

A war of revenge!

It actually happened!

……

When the lottery results were announced, the media around the world went crazy!

In less than an hour, all sorts of highly sensational headlines dominated the front pages of all sports media outlets!

Spanish newspaper Marca: "A script of fate! The Bernabéu's scapegoat will launch a counterattack!"

German newspaper Bild: "The most brutal revenge! Klopp will bring his 'lightning' attack back to Madrid!"

The Guardian (UK): "Zidane will face the biggest mistake he's ever made!"

Faced with the media frenzy and his opponent's declaration, Klopp was besieged by reporters at the door after training.

He showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he revealed his signature maniacal smile, a smile filled with undisguised excitement and fighting spirit!

"Real Madrid?" he exclaimed into the camera, "The best draw ever!"

"I can't wait to see what it'll be like when our Yellow Lightning returns to the Bernabéu!"

Klopp's outrageous declaration has completely set the stage for the impending storm.