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

The Champions League draw was like a bombshell dropped on European football, and the ripples it created swept through Madrid like a storm the day after the draw.

The atmosphere in the press conference room at the Valdebebas training base was unusually somber.

Head coach Carlo Ancelotti's face lacked its usual ease. Facing the countless flashing lights below the stands, he cautiously said, "Borussia Dortmund is a great team, and Klopp is a great coach. This will be a very difficult match, and any detail could determine the final outcome."

After training, Cristiano Ronaldo was surrounded by reporters.

"Cristiano, what are your thoughts on being drawn against Dortmund and facing off against Qin Feng on the field?"

Cristiano Ronaldo picked up a towel to wipe his sweat, smiled at the camera, and gave it a shout.

"Dortmund is a strong team, and I respect them. As for Qin..." He paused, a hint of regal arrogance flashing in his eyes, "I've heard he's fast? Very well. The Bernabéu pitch loves the speed of a galloping horse. I look forward to facing him, but victory will only belong to Real Madrid."

His declaration, confident and powerful, instantly soothed the anxious hearts of countless Real Madrid fans.

However, the atmosphere in Real Madrid's locker room and offices was not so relaxed.

After training, Ramos found Pepe. "The boss (Ancelotti) told us to 'take special care' of that Chinese kid," Pepe said in a low voice, unwrapping the bandages from his hand. "Sergio, you know him better than I do. What were his weaknesses during training?"

Ramos recalled the boy he had repeatedly beaten in training six months ago with ease, his brow furrowing slightly. "His biggest weakness is his youth; his physical strength isn't top-tier yet, and he's easily provoked. But…" he changed his tone, "his greatest strength is also this. His speed… is several levels faster than it was six months ago. Don't give him a chance to get going, absolutely not!"

On the other side, Jesé, a former Castilla teammate, watched Ronaldo and Bale chatting and laughing on the field, and then thought of Qin Feng returning as an opponent. His heart was filled with mixed feelings. "Why...why does the one who leaves fly higher? Just wait, Qin Feng, I'll show you who the real pride of Real Madrid's youth academy is."

In the assistant coach's office, Zidane locked himself in his office the moment he learned of the draw results.

He watched all of Qin Feng's match recordings from the past half-season repeatedly, frame by frame.

That boy who toyed with Dante at the Allianz Arena, that conductor who delivered the fatal assist at Wirodrome…

The increasingly powerful and confident figure on the screen slowly overlapped with the image of the boy in his memory, whose eyes were dim yet who stubbornly refused to bow his head in the office.

Zidane turned off the video, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

He knew that two weeks later, he would face more than just the mistake he had made.

Instead, it was a monster that he himself... released.

……

Unlike the hustle and bustle and undercurrents of Madrid, Dortmund's Blaker training ground appears unusually focused.

In the first tactical lesson after the winter break, Klopp did not conduct any additional mental pep talk, because he knew that this game did not require any motivation.

He drew Real Madrid's 4-3-3 formation on the tactics board, pointed to the positions of the two full-backs, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Look here! Marcelo! Carvajal! They are the most attacking full-backs in the world! But that also means that behind them are two of the most expansive grasslands in the world!"

"They want to kill us with dazzling attacks? Very well! We'll kill them with their attacks! Every defensive play we make isn't just defense, it's the start of our counter-attack! I want you to be like a pack of wolves, finding their weakest point in defense in the shortest amount of time once you get possession!"

His gaze finally settled on Qin Feng.

"Qin! Your task isn't just to score goals! I'm allowing you some freedom in the attacking third, but every run you make must be aimed directly behind their full-backs!"

Every player's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

In the ensuing scrimmage, Klopp unusually took off his coach's jacket and personally went onto the field to direct the substitutes.

"Today, you are Real Madrid!" he roared, pointing at the substitutes in their white vests. "Kevin (Grossi), you're Ramos! Sokratis, you're Pepe! Be more aggressive! Don't give Qin any comfortable chances to get the ball!"

A "Bernabeu rehearsal" specially tailored for Qin Feng unfolded on the training field.

Under immense defensive pressure, Qin Feng repeatedly tried to break through. He discovered that when he attempted to force his way in with pure speed, "Pepe" would always thwart his move with a vicious sliding tackle; and when he tried to combine with Reus in the flanks, "Ramos" would use aggressive pressing to cut off the passing lanes.

"No! Too slow!" Klopp yelled from the sidelines. "Qin! Stop thinking about long runs! You don't have that much space at the Bernabéu! Use your brain! Use your rhythm and variation!"

Qin Feng stopped, panting heavily. He understood. In this match, he could no longer rely on the strongest weapon given to him by the template. He needed to bring out something that truly belonged to "Qin Feng".

In the next attack, he didn't wait for the ball again, but instead proactively dropped back. Upon receiving the ball, he immediately passed it back to the defensive midfielder without stopping, while making a run in the opposite direction. This series of concise and efficient off-the-ball runs and one-touch passes completely disrupted the opponent's defensive formation, ultimately leading to Lewandowski's goal.

Klopp stood on the sidelines and nodded in satisfaction.

……

Time slipped away quietly amidst the daily training and league matches.

A storm is coming.

The last night of the week before the competition.

When all his teammates had left and the Blackl base fell into silence, Qin Feng went alone to the indoor training ground.

He positioned the mannequins to resemble Ramos and Pepe, repeatedly practicing how to dribble past opponents and pass the ball with a single touch in tight spaces. Sweat soaked through his training clothes, but he was oblivious to it.

...

During a training break, he sat wearily on the ground and opened the system panel in his mind.

[Long-distance raid (C+)]

"A C+ level speed won't give me any advantage against Bell," he muttered to himself. "I can't rely on just one weapon."

His gaze swept over the skills that were not yet fully developed, and his eyes became increasingly determined.

He knew that to defeat that galactic warship, he had to become more well-rounded.

...

After training, he returned to his apartment and took a shower.

He didn't watch TV or play games.

He simply opened his phone and tapped on the photo album of the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium that he had saved for a long time.

In the photo, the magnificent white building, under the dazzling night sky of Madrid, resembles a sacred and inviolable temple.

He watched quietly, his fingers gently tracing the screen.

"I want them to see," he said softly, "that they're giving up on more than just one player..."