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

When the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, the atmosphere at the Bernabéu Stadium became incredibly eerie. The fervor and confidence on the faces of the 80,000 Real Madrid fans were ripped apart by Qin Feng's stunning assist.

The atmosphere in the away team's locker room was completely different from the oppressive atmosphere outside.

"Well done, Qin!"

As soon as Grosskreutz, nicknamed "Grand Cross," entered, he gave Qin Feng a big bear hug. "That bull tail! It was fucking cool! Sergio Ramos is probably still looking for his ankle right now!"

"That guy deserved it!" Aubameyang chimed in with a laugh. "He was the most aggressive tackler in the first half!"

The praise and jokes from his teammates filled the locker room with the relief of surviving a close call and high morale. Qin Feng responded with a smile; he could feel that the equalizing goal had acted like a shot in the arm, giving the team a renewed sense of purpose.

"Alright! Quiet down!"

Klopp clapped his hands, and everyone fell silent. His face showed no sign of relief.

"In the first half, we played like a pile of shit!" His opening remarks were direct and brutal. "Except for the last five minutes! You were all intimidated by their momentum, by this damn stadium! Have you forgotten how we got here?"

"They'll be even more aggressive in the second half! That old fox Ancelotti will definitely bring on Isco to strengthen midfield control! They'll wear us down with their passing!"

Klopp walked to the tactics board, picked up a pen, and drew circles heavily.

"But this is also our opportunity! The higher they press, the bigger the gaps behind them become! Keep running! Use our running to wear them down! Use our counter-attacks to tear their defense apart!"

His gaze finally settled on Qin Feng.

"Qin, in the second half, Ronaldo might track back more often to find you. Don't get entangled with him! Remember, your job is to attack their defense, not to go one-on-one with their ace!"

……

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the home team's locker room was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

Ancelotti's face was ashen. He didn't lose his temper, but beneath that calm, a more terrifying storm was brewing.

"Sergio (Ramos)," he began slowly, "I need to know, how did that dribble happen?"

Ramos looked up, his eyes filled with resentment: "My mistake. I underestimated his change of pace."

"Very good." Ancelotti nodded. "In the second half, I don't want to see the same thing happen again. Pepe, go help him. I need you to lock down that number 37 by all legal means."

"Isco, you come on, replace Khedira." He turned to the bench. "I want you to use your ball control to get the game back into our rhythm. Make them chase the ball until they run themselves ragged."

The fifteen-minute halftime break passed in the blink of an eye.

When the players walked out of the tunnel again, Qin Feng could clearly feel that the killing intent emanating from the Real Madrid players was ten times stronger than in the first half.

When the referee blew the whistle to start the second half, the atmosphere in the Bernabéu stadium had shifted from the astonishment at the end of the first half to an almost boiling anger.

The terror of the white has descended once again.

Ancelotti's adjustments had an immediate effect. Isco's introduction and his incredible short passing combinations with Modric began to precisely disrupt Dortmund's midfield.

A white wave, one after another, pounded on Dortmund's precarious defense even more fiercely than in the first half. Captain Kehl, with tireless running and tactical fouls, repeatedly tried to slow down Real Madrid's pace. Hummels's every tackle was like a precise surgical operation, cutting off passing lanes at the most dangerous moments.

In the 63rd minute, Real Madrid's attack was intercepted, and the ball fell to Qin Feng's feet! As he tracked back from the attacking third, the first player to appear in front of him was none other than Cristiano Ronaldo!

At that moment, the Bernabéu Stadium erupted in thunderous cheers!

New King vs. Old King! A direct confrontation between two generations of Real Madrid geniuses!

Cristiano Ronaldo's eyes were full of confidence. He rode his signature bicycle kick, his body swaying deceptively, attempting to completely shake off Qin Feng with dazzling changes in rhythm.

But Qin Feng remained completely calm. He abandoned any attempt to interfere with Ronaldo's upper body, lowered his center of gravity considerably, and fixed his gaze intently on the ball at Ronaldo's feet, gambling on the trajectory of Ronaldo's final touch! Just as Ronaldo made his final dribble, preparing to dribble past his opponent and start his run...

Qin Feng made a move!

He precisely positioned himself, and without warning, his right foot poked forward, delivering a clean and decisive tackle that steadily dispossessed Ronaldo!

The Bernabéu stadium, which had been roaring with excitement just a moment before, seemed to fall into an eerie silence after this shovel strike.

Cristiano Ronaldo glanced back at the young man who had ruined his performance, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Then, he looked at Qin Feng and subtly raised an eyebrow. It was an acknowledgment of a brilliant challenger.

……

The match entered its final twenty minutes. The Dortmund players' stamina began to decline dramatically.

In the 82nd minute, Bale made another strong breakthrough on the right wing and delivered a cross! Inside the penalty area, Benzema's header was brilliantly saved by Weidenfeller! But the ball didn't go far! In the ensuing scramble, Ronaldo arrived and immediately followed up with a shot!

Finished!

Just as all the Dortmund fans closed their eyes in despair, a yellow and black figure, almost flying through the air, slid in and used his body to block the sure goal out of bounds!

It was Hummels! This desperate defense caused him to crash heavily into the goalpost, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

A wall of flesh and blood! Dortmund's defense has completely transformed into a wall of flesh and blood.

……

In the 93rd minute of stoppage time! Real Madrid won the final corner of the match! Even goalkeeper Casillas abandoned his own goal and rushed into Dortmund's penalty area!

Modric's corner kick arced perfectly! Ramos leaped high and unleashed a powerful header!

A last-minute winner?

No! On the goal line, captain Kyle, with his chest, forcefully blocked the ball! A dull thud, the ball slammed into his chest, instantly catching his breath! Ignoring the excruciating pain, he used his last ounce of strength to poke the ball away!

Now! Dortmund has launched their final counter-attack of the match!

The ball was received by Reus on the wing! Without even looking up, he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, relying on his tacit understanding with Qin Feng, and kicked the ball forward with a long kick!

Real Madrid's backfield is completely empty!

A dark yellow figure shot off from their own half of the court like an arrow! It was Qin Feng!

Behind him, Gareth Bale, the speedy horse of Wales, was in frantic pursuit! The two figures, as fast as lightning, raced parallel across the Bernabéu's grass, the distance between them barely increasing!

"Qin Feng!!! Bear Grylls!!! A race that will decide our fate!!!"

Qin Feng caught up with the ball near the center circle! But Bale also caught up from the side and behind, trying to clear the ball! He knew that his pure speed might not be an advantage, but this was his last chance!

At this critical moment! While sprinting at high speed, Qin Feng, unable to escape using only speed, made an extremely bold decision! He flicked the ball upwards with his right toe, aiming at the bottom of the ball! The ball obediently bounced up, barely dodging Bale's flying tackle!

A lobbed pass to get past the defender!

"He's past him!!! In a race against one of the world's fastest players! Qin Feng won with skill and courage!!!"

On the sidelines, Klopp excitedly rushed out of the coaching area! On the other side, Ancelotti held his head in despair!

He'd shaken off Bale! An endless expanse of green grass stretched before him. Before him lay only one final barrier: the white figure frantically tracking back from midfield—Real Madrid's saint, Iker Casillas! A one-on-one! At this moment, the world seemed to consist only of the two of them!

Casillas's timing, angle, and blocking range were textbook perfect! His outstretched arms were like a giant net descending from the sky, completely covering the last bit of space in front of the goal!

Shoot! With just one shot, he can become the sole hero to conquer the Bernabéu!

But in just 0.1 seconds! Reason suppressed this impulse!

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that golden figure frantically pursuing from the other side! Reus! He saw Casillas's position, which had almost blocked all angles! Not now!

With his right foot, he gently pushed the ball towards the center!

"He passed the ball!!! He chose to pass the ball!!! At a moment when he could have become a legend, he chose the safest, most team-oriented approach! He gave his chance to become a hero to his teammate!!!"

A selfless cross that tore apart the last hope!

Reus arrived in time and easily slotted the ball into the empty goal!

2-1!

A comeback! A game-winning shot!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"A game-winning goal! A decisive strike! A combined performance from the Dortmund twin stars!"

"In the final minute of the match! At the Santiago Bernabéu! Qin Feng delivered the decisive blow to his former team with an incredible run and selfless assist!"

The entire Bernabéu stadium fell completely silent at that moment. Eighty thousand Real Madrid fans stood frozen in place, Cristiano Ronaldo stood with his hands on his hips, shaking his head helplessly, while Ramos collapsed onto the grass.

The Dortmund bench erupted! Klopp leaped from the coaching bench! He sprinted wildly along the sideline towards the corner flag, his signature black-rimmed glasses flying off in his excitement!

After scoring, Reus didn't celebrate by himself. Instead, he rushed to Qin Feng, who had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, and hugged him tightly!

"We did it! Qin! We did it!"

As the final whistle blew, Qin Feng lay on the grass, panting heavily. He slowly raised his hands, knelt down, and pounded the soft turf of the Bernabéu with his fists, letting out a long howl!

He conquered this place! He conquered the stadium that had once abandoned him!

Meanwhile, in the VIP section of the stands, Zidane's face displayed an incredibly complex expression. There was shock, regret, and also a hint of... relief.