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

While Dortmund were still celebrating their comeback victory against Chelsea, the videotape of the match had already crossed eight time zones and been sent to the far East.

Beijing, China. National team training base.

The office of head coach Alain Perrin was filled with smoke. The meticulous Frenchman was repeatedly dragging the progress bar over and over again.

On the screen, the figure wearing the yellow and black number 37 jersey of Borussia Dortmund forcibly tore open a gap at Stamford Bridge with one unreasonable technique after another.

"Unbelievable..." Perrin murmured to himself.

As a tactician, he knows better than anyone what the current Chinese team lacks most.

A "trigger point" that can change the course of a battle in an instant with pure personal ability.

The 18-year-old boy on the screen is the answer he has been dreaming of.

"It's time." Perrin stubbed out his cigarette and picked up the phone.

……

A few days later, Dortmund.

The atmosphere in the office of club CEO Watzke was not as relaxed as outsiders might imagine. A bright red official letter from the Chinese Football Association lay quietly on his desk.

"A friendly match?" Watzke pointed at the fax, his voice filled with displeasure as he addressed sporting director Zorc. "A month before the Champions League final? No way! Absolutely not! Michael, find a reason, say Qin Feng has a minor injury and needs to recover, and shut this up!"

Zorc sighed: "Hansjoachim, this is an official FIFA match day, we have no reason to refuse."

"Influence won't win us the Champions League!" Watzke waved his hand irritably. "What if he gets injured? Who will take responsibility then?!"

"Go talk to Jürgen," Zorc said helplessly, "and see what he has to say."

……

After the afternoon training session ended, Klopp called Qin Feng over.

In the office, Klopp told him about the club's attitude and his concerns without reservation.

"...So, I'm sorry, I can't approve it."

Qin Feng's eyes dimmed instantly. But he didn't leave immediately; instead, he stood there silently.

After leaving Klopp's office, Qin Feng didn't return to his apartment. Instead, he went alone to the edge of the deserted training field. He sat on the grass, looking at the huge floodlights, his heart filled with conflict.

On one side is the Champions League title within reach, and the trust of the club and coach; on the other side is that red jersey buried deep in his heart, his obsession for two lifetimes.

He recalled his past life, when he was 18 years old, lying in a hospital bed, watching the national team fail to qualify for the World Cup again on TV, and feeling the despair of helplessness he felt.

"God gave me a second chance, not to make me choose." He stood up from the grass, his eyes filled with unwavering determination. "Children make choices; I want it all!"

He no longer sees himself as a simple player, but uses the mindset of an "analyst" from his previous life to analyze the "pain points"—Watzke loves money, and Klopp loves talent and values ​​relationships.

A bold and targeted "trading plan" gradually took shape in his mind.

……

The next morning, Qin Feng put on a well-tailored suit and, alone, knocked on the office door of the club's CEO, Watzke.

"Mr. Watzke."

Watzke was somewhat surprised to see him.

"I'm not here to ask for your approval," Qin Feng said, placing a document on Watzke's desk. "I'm here to discuss a deal with you."

It was a "personal statement and agreement" that he drafted overnight. The content was simple: he would voluntarily give up his bonus, accept only minimum wage during his injury period, and personally arrange a new short-term sponsorship.

Watzke looked at the agreement, his expression shifting from surprise to seriousness, and finally, to an undisguised admiration.

He truly began to take the 18-year-old boy in front of him seriously.

Just as he was hesitating, the office door was pushed open and Klopp walked in.

"Hans Joachim," Klopp slammed a training data report on the table, "this is Qin's physical data over the past six months. His recovery ability and muscle strength are top-notch in the team. Moreover, he's a player who dares to risk everything for his dream..."

Klopp looked at Qin Feng and smiled.

"...You couldn't stop him. Besides, you shouldn't have."

Ultimately, Watzke signed his name on the recall reply.

"Qin," he put down his pen and said seriously, "I'll have someone from the marketing department contact you at the welcome dinner."

……

That afternoon, Borussia Dortmund officially announced that it had agreed to the Chinese Football Association's call-up of player Qin Feng.

The news sent domestic media into a frenzy! CCTV's sports channel, for the first time ever, aired a highlight reel of Qin Feng's Bundesliga and Champions League performances during its evening news, accompanied by an impassioned commentary: "The Chinese national team welcomes its strongest piece! The young man who unleashed a yellow storm in Europe is about to don the red jersey and represent his country!"

On social media, fans from all over the world began to spontaneously organize "airport welcome" events, with only one goal—to let their heroes feel the highest respect from their motherland the moment they returned home.

Meanwhile, in the Dortmund locker room, his teammates gathered around him.

"Hey kid!" Grosskreutz, with his arm around Qin Feng's neck, warned him half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I don't care what national team you're playing for, if you dare to injure your leg out there, I'll be the first to throw you into the Ruhr River to feed the fish when you get back!"

Reus laughed and said, "Go ahead, go show the Asians what the ace of a Bundesliga champion team is all about. Don't embarrass us."

Veteran captain Kyle gave a more serious warning: "Qin, take care of yourself. Protect yourself; we need you back for the final."

Amidst the blessings and "threats" of his teammates, Qin Feng boarded a flight back to China.

Deep inside his suitcase lay a red jersey, which he had treasured for ten years and was now faded from washing.

On the back of the jersey was a large number – 7.

Above the number is the word "SUN".

Sun Jihai.

That "Chinese Sun" who once made a miraculous goal-line clearance in the Premier League.

Qin Feng still remembers that when he was a child, it was because he saw that scene that he truly fell in love with football for the first time.

That jersey represented his childhood idol and his initial dream.