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

(Thank you all for your support. I posted five chapters all at once yesterday, which felt a bit too fast. The match against Real Madrid shouldn't have been rushed through in just one chapter. I feel like I'm going to die if I revise five chapters at once. I apologize to my long-time readers. Thank you for your positive review, Han Le.)

The echoes of the final whistle still reverberated over the Bernabéu, while the players' tunnel had long since turned into a chaotic battlefield.

Reporters, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed around each player who emerged. Flashbulbs went off wildly, illuminating the tunnel as if it were daytime, and the cacophony of questions nearly lifted the roof off.

"What does it feel like for Sergio (Ramos) to be beaten by an 18-year-old player with a 'claw kick'?"

"Carlo (Ancelotti), do you think Real Madrid's underestimation of their opponent was the main reason for the defeat?"

Most of the Real Madrid players looked somber as they hurried past, escorted by staff.

When Qin Feng walked out surrounded by his teammates, all the cameras and microphones were instantly pointed at him!

"Qin! Are you using this victory to retaliate against Real Madrid's decision to abandon you?" A reporter from Marca almost shoved the microphone into his mouth.

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks. His face, pale from exhaustion, remained expressionless.

His gaze swept calmly over the reporters in front of him, whose faces were flushed with excitement.

"I just want to win every game," his voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears, "no matter who the opponent is."

This answer was neither humble nor arrogant, yet it was filled with an undeniable power!

Just as the reporters were about to press for more questions, the crowd suddenly parted to both sides.

Cristiano Ronaldo walked over.

He stood at the tunnel entrance, watching Qin Feng surrounded by reporters not far away. What flashed through his mind wasn't the anger over conceding the goal, but rather the image of himself being cleanly tackled by that kid during a defensive recovery in the second half. He remembered himself at 18, at Sporting Lisbon, challenging Van Nistelrooy with the same speed and skill.

He saw in Qin Feng's eyes the same hunger for victory that he himself had, and he saw in Qin Feng a calmness that didn't belong to an 18-year-old. He even saw a trace of his own youth in Qin Feng's final sprint.

He is acknowledging someone...of the same kind.

Cristiano Ronaldo took a deep breath, pushed through the crowd, and walked over.

He ignored the reporters and walked straight up to Qin Feng.

Under the spotlight of countless flashes, the world's best footballer took off his number 7 jersey and handed it to Qin Feng.

"Well done, kid." His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of power.

Qin Feng also took off his jersey and exchanged it with him.

"The same to you."

Cristiano Ronaldo took the jersey but didn't leave immediately. He turned around, faced all the cameras, and suddenly spoke.

His voice, transmitted through countless microphones, reached the whole world.

"Tonight, he is the king of the Bernabéu."

After saying that, he ignored the reporters who were frozen in shock, patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

……

As the 80,000 Real Madrid fans left, the small corner of the away stand at the Bernabéu transformed into a sea of ​​yellow and black revelry.

The fans hugged, cried, and roared, reluctant to leave for a long time.

Hans, a longtime fan who has followed the team to every game for decades, watched the player celebrating with his teammates on the field and said to his son, who was also in tears, "Do you see that? This is Borussia Dortmund! We don't have billionaires, we don't have royal connections, we only have an iron will, and kids like Qin who are willing to give everything for the team badge on their chests! I've followed the team for fifty years, and tonight is the proudest night of my life!"

As the players came down from the stands to thank the crowd, Qin Feng tossed his two spare jerseys into the stands, sparking a friendly, frenzied scramble. The fans began singing a newly composed song for him: "The wind from the east has blown down the white walls!"

……

The storm of victory didn't truly begin to sweep across the globe until the early morning of the following day.

Marca, Spain's most pro-Real Madrid newspaper, published a shocking headline on its front page in an almost repentant tone:

The biggest mistake of the Florentino era!

Another Madrid-based media outlet, AS, went even further: "Zidane's mistake? No, this is the failure of Real Madrid's entire 'superstar policy'! We are obsessed with buying finished products, while repeatedly discarding the gems of our own youth academy. After Raul, there is no more Castilla flag. And now, that flag, which should be flying high at the Bernabéu, is conquering for our arch-rivals!"

In the UK, Lineker commented on his social media: "Another masterpiece from Klopp. He always manages to turn rough stones into diamonds, while Real Madrid seems better at throwing diamonds away as stones."

On Twitter, hashtags such as "#RealMadridMistake" and "#KingQin" topped the global trending list, with fans all over the world discussing this fateful showdown.

The media's "trial" has begun.

……

Meanwhile, in Valdebebas, Madrid, in the office of the Real Madrid president.

Florentino slammed a document onto the expensive mahogany desk. It was the same medical report issued six months ago by Dr. Sanchez, the medical director of Real Madrid's youth academy, which determined that Qin Feng was at risk of "congenital myofibrosis".

"A congenital risk? This is your professional advice?!" Florentino roared at Dr. Sanchez on the other end of the phone, pointing at the report. "He just sprinted for 93 minutes at the Bernabéu, running 12 kilometers! Now, tell me, where are his muscle fibers weak?!"

The office door was pushed open at that moment. Zidane walked in.

After hanging up the phone, Florentino stared at Qin Feng's data on the screen and muttered to himself, "5 million... now it's worth at least 50 million... no, with his influence in the Asian market, it could be 80 million or even 100 million..."

"Mr. Chairman," Zidane interrupted him, "what we've lost isn't just an 80 million dollar asset. What we've lost is a future king who could potentially stand shoulder to shoulder with Messi and Ronaldo for the next decade. This kind of loss cannot be measured in money."

"Then what do you suggest we do?!" Florentino's anger flared up again. "Watzke at Dortmund is a cunning old fox; he won't let us go easily. Besides, we don't have a buy-back clause. This means we'll have to pay a record transfer fee, which will make us a laughingstock throughout Europe!"

"A laughingstock for a future king," Zidane said firmly. "I think it's worth it."

"Mr. President, initiate all assessments for 'Son of the Wind's' return. Have the technical, marketing, and legal departments get to work immediately. I don't want Real Madrid to miss out on him a second time."

……

In stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere in Madrid, Dortmund Airport was filled with joy.

When the entire Borussia Dortmund team returned in triumph and walked out of the VIP tunnel, they were greeted by thousands of fans cheering and singing like heroes.

"BVB! BVB!"

"Qin! Qin! Qin!"

Klopp walked at the front of the group, surrounded by reporters.

"Mr. Klopp! This is a victory that will go down in history! Do you have anything to say?"

Klopp took the microphone, his smile vanished, and his expression turned serious.

"Everyone's talking about Qin's final assist. But what I want to talk about is Kyle's chest on the goal line, and Hummels' shoulder hitting the post. That's why we're standing here tonight."

His words calmed the cheers slightly, and everyone listened attentively.

"As for the surprise?" He paused, his signature maniacal grin returning. "We defeated them using their most prized tactic—the counter-attack. That's the biggest surprise. As for the future? I can only say that we've found the key to unlocking every tight defense. Now, the surprises are just beginning!"

Late that night, when Qin Feng finished all the celebrations and lay alone on his bed in his apartment, the long-lost mechanical notification sound finally rang in his mind.

【Ding! 】

[Host detected to have completed an epic highlight performance: the "Bernaeus-era assist that sealed the victory!"]

[This is a moment that will go down in Champions League history! The host displayed world-class composure and decisiveness in the face of extreme adversity!]

[Template integration has been greatly improved! +8%!]

[...Current template integration level: 46%!]

【Ding! 】

[Template fusion degree detected to exceed 45%...]

[The host's physical attributes have been comprehensively enhanced!]

[Skill [Long-Distance Raid] Proficiency Increased! Current Level: B-!]

[Skill [Explosive Power] Proficiency Increased! Current Level: B-!]

[Skill [Sprint Shot] Proficiency increased! Current level: C+!]

A warm current instantly surged through his body, dispelling all the fatigue after the battle. Qin Feng clenched his fist, feeling the even more surging power within him.

46%... He's already halfway to his true peak.

He closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips, and fell into a deep sleep.