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

The VIP passage at Beijing Capital International Airport was already packed with people.

When Qin Feng appeared at the entrance of the passage, a unified red wave, spontaneously formed by thousands of fans, instantly swept across the entire hall.

Holding up banners that read "Welcome Qin Feng home!" and "Chinese nuclear weapons, triumph in Asia!", they shouted his name with all their might, over and over again.

"Qin Feng! Qin Feng! Qin Feng!"

That sound, converging into a tremendous, pure, and hopeful force, pierced through all the noise and crashed into Qin Feng's heart.

He stopped, looked at the excited, flushed faces in front of him, smiled, and waved to the crowd.

As Qin Feng sat in the car returning to the hotel, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar street scenes outside the window and listening to the driver's authentic Beijing accent, he truly realized—he was home.

He called home. His mother was so excited on the other end of the line that she was incoherent, while his father listened in silence, finally saying only, "Play well, the whole country is watching."

That evening, he declined all dinner invitations and found a roadside stall near the hotel, where he ordered a bowl of his favorite fried noodles with soybean paste. The familiar taste brought tears to his eyes.

……

The next day, at the national team training base, in the locker room.

When Qin Feng entered the locker room, the previously lively atmosphere instantly fell silent. All eyes turned to him, filled with curiosity and scrutiny, and a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.

"Hello everyone, I'm Qin Feng." He greeted everyone with a smile.

Wu Lei, who wasn't much older than him, seemed a little reserved yet excited. He took the initiative to greet him: "Feng... Brother Feng, welcome back! We watched every single one of your matches!"

Qin Feng patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Just call me Qin Feng, Brother Lei. I watched your match too, you were very fast."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the staff began distributing training uniforms and official match jerseys.

When a red jersey with the number "37" printed on it was handed to Qin Feng, and he was about to take it, Wu Lei, standing to the side, said softly in a tone of admiration and envy:

"Actually... Coach Perrin originally wanted you to wear size 7."

Qin Feng was taken aback.

"Number 7?"

"Yes." Wu Lei nodded, glancing at the number 7 jersey in his hand. "That's my number. But Coach Perrin spoke with me and said that this number should belong to you now."

In the locker room, the other veteran players who were changing clothes also stopped what they were doing and looked over here.

Qin Feng remained silent for a moment. He knew what number 7 meant in any team. It was the core, the flag bearer.

"I refused myself." Wu Lei smiled a little embarrassedly, "But it wasn't because I was reluctant. It's because... I told the coach that I would personally hand over the number 7 to you after you first actually wear this jersey and score a goal on the field. I felt that kind of passing on would be more meaningful."

His words were sincere and frank.

Qin Feng looked at Wu Lei in front of him, then at the complex expressions in the eyes of the national team players around him. He knew that this was the team expressing their respect and expectations for him in their own way.

He smiled.

"Okay." He took the number 37 jersey, then said to Wu Lei, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "But Lei-ge, you have to keep this number 7 jersey safe for me. My childhood idol wore this number."

"Who is it?" Wu Lei asked curiously.

Sun Jihai.

The moment that name was mentioned, the eyes of many veteran players in the locker room changed. It was a knowing understanding born from shared memories.

……

The group competition begins.

When the ball was first passed to Qin Feng, veteran captain Zheng Zhi did not watch like the others, but immediately rushed to intercept it, using a skillful and reasonable tackle to break the ball.

He didn't want to embarrass Qin Feng, but rather to "test the waters" using the methods of a professional player.

A few minutes later, Qin Feng received the ball again, facing a double-team from Zheng Zhi and Zhao Xuri. This time, he used the "croquet" move he had mastered in the Bundesliga, weaving through the gaps in the defense with ease, and not only easily evaded them but also delivered a through pass!

The ball found Wu Lei making a precise run forward! But Wu Lei was a fraction of a second too slow and missed the one-on-one opportunity.

Qin Feng didn't blame him. Instead, he walked over, patted Wu Lei on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Lei, trust me. When I pass the ball, just run forward, and the ball will definitely reach your feet."

In the next round, Qin Feng received the ball in a similar position again. This time, he didn't pass with as much anticipation as before, but instead delivered a more delicate outside-of-the-foot pass, steadily placing the ball at Wu Lei's feet. After easily scoring, Wu Lei looked at Qin Feng in shock. For the first time, he realized that shooting could be so simple.

During a transition from defense to attack, Qin Feng took the initiative to call out and direct the full-backs, using the advanced defensive concepts he learned at Dortmund to help the team complete an efficient zonal defense.

Seeing all this, Zheng Zhi shouted to his teammates, "What are you all looking at! Give him the ball! Let him handle it!"

On the sidelines, after witnessing Qin Feng's dominance, Perrin called his assistant coach over and whispered, "Tell the players on the field to listen to Qin Feng's instructions on the offensive end."

……

A few days later, at the Jiangcheng Olympic Sports Center.

In an international A-level friendly match, the Chinese team will host the Thai team.

When the DJ at the scene shouted that name in the loudest voice—

"...The first time representing the national team...Number 37! Qin—Feng—!!!"

The 50,000 fans in the stadium erupted in deafening cheers!

That bright red battle robe, worn by Qin Feng, seemed to be burning!

Game start!

In the tenth minute of the match, Wu Lei used his speed to create a good opportunity on the wing, but his cross was interfered with by the Thai defender and flew directly out of bounds. He held his head in frustration.

In the 15th minute, Thailand launched a quick counter-attack. Their "Thai Messi," Songkrasin, created space on the edge of the penalty area and unleashed a long-range shot. The ball grazed the post and went wide, giving the entire stadium a scare! Perrin on the sidelines looked ashen-faced.

The game was once locked in a stalemate where the offense was constipated and the defense was under pressure.

In this suffocating situation, Zheng Zhi intercepted the ball in midfield and, seeing Qin Feng had retreated to a very deep position, passed the ball to him without hesitation.

He knew that the only way to break the deadlock was through this kid.

The 20th minute of the match.

Qin Feng received a pass from Zheng Zhi in midfield!

Faced with the double-team of two Thai midfielders, he chose not to pass the ball again!

start up!

B-level [Long-Distance Assault] fully activated!

He squeezed through the gap between the two in an instant! It was a pure, unreasonable crushing speed!

Shaking off the first line of defense, Qin Feng dribbled the ball at breakneck speed!

In the blink of an eye, he had dribbled the ball all the way to the edge of the penalty area!

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, he didn't slow down at all and took a shot directly!

A powerful and explosive shot!

The ball, like a cannonball, whistled past the goalkeeper's armpit and slammed into the net!

1: 0!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! National team debut! First goal!!!"

"An incredible long-distance run! He single-handedly broke through the entire central axis of the Thai team!"

The entire Olympic Sports Center in Jiangcheng was in an uproar!

After scoring, Qin Feng rushed towards the corner flag. He didn't celebrate immediately, but instead pointed to the center circle where the pass had just been delivered to him—there, veteran captain Zheng Zhi was giving him a thumbs up.

After doing this, he turned around and slowly kissed the bright red five-star flag on his chest!

……

This goal shattered the Thai team's mental defenses and completely ignited the Chinese national team's attacking spirit!

Second half, 60th minute.

Qin Feng received the ball on the wing again, executed a beautiful volley to get past the opposing full-back, and then delivered a precise cross!

Back!

Wu Lei arrived in a flash, and this time, he didn't hesitate! He met the ball with a low shot, extending the score to 2-0!

After scoring, Wu Lei excitedly rushed towards Qin Feng and jumped onto his back!

"Brother Feng! That was a perfect pass!"

In the end, the Chinese team won 2-0 against the Thai team at home, avenging their previous defeat.

The moment the final whistle blew throughout the Jiangcheng Olympic Sports Center, Qin Feng raised his arms high.

He didn't celebrate wildly like he would at the club; he simply stood there quietly, feeling the thunderous applause and cheers from the 50,000 fans in the stadium for him and for the team.

Veteran captain Zheng Zhi walked over, vigorously ruffled his hair, and smiled genuinely. Wu Lei and the other young players, like a group of devoted fans, surrounded him.

Perrin was on the sidelines and gave him a thumbs up.

Looking at everything before him, at the rows of bright red flags waving in the stands, Qin Feng knew that this was just the beginning.

He slowly took off his sweat-soaked red jersey, grabbed the two corners of the jersey with both hands, and raised it high above his head, facing the most enthusiastic red stands.

The gold number "37" on the jersey shone brightly under the stadium lights.

(P.S.: Are you guys watching, Yanzu and Yifei? Please don't wait for the book to finish, I'll update 3-4 times a day after the verification period. Please give me some points to encourage me to update, I'm begging for some free support. The 1:5 loss to Thailand in 13 was so tragic.)