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

The air in the Stadium of Light seemed to be sucked out the moment Ronaldo took the shot.

The ball, trailing a white flame, carrying the hopes and fury of the entire Bernabéu, pierced the Lisbon night sky.

Its trajectory is impeccable.

On the sidelines, Klopp's face drained of color. He instinctively opened his mouth, but no sound came out. On the bench, young Durm had already closed his eyes in despair.

In the stands, Florentino was already preparing to rise and celebrate. Beside him, Zidane stared intently at the final yellow and black barrier.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at that perfect arc, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed tightly!

Finished!

At this critical moment!

It's Weidenfeller! A divine intervention, leaping from inside the penalty area!

Dortmund's goalkeeper, after a grueling 119 minutes, used up his last bit of strength, stretching his body to its limit!

His fingertips barely touched the ball!

That was it!

The ball's trajectory underwent a slight, yet decisive, deflection!

clang--!!!

A crisp, loud bang!

The ball slammed against the crossbar of the goal, bounced high, and fell out of the penalty area!

"A save!!! Weidenfeller!!! A world-class save!!! He saved Dortmund!!!"

The commentator's voice was completely hoarse from excessive excitement!

Cristiano Ronaldo knelt on the ground in disbelief! He couldn't believe that his seemingly certain shot had been rejected in such a way!

But on the field, no one had time to reflect!

The ball is falling!

Just outside the penalty area, Modric and captain Kehl, both veterans who were already cramping up, rushed towards the second ball!

boom!

A dull thud of bodies colliding!

Kyle rammed into Modric with his face and chest! He couldn't even keep his balance, and just before falling to the ground, he poked the ball away with his toe!

He stabbed towards the left flank!

It's now!

Klopp, on the sidelines, let out a final roar with all his might!

"Counterattack!!!"

The ball was received by Reus on the wing! He didn't look up! Just before Real Madrid players launched a frantic counter-press, relying on the unspoken understanding between him and Qin Feng, he kicked the ball directly into the most open area of ​​the forward field!

Real Madrid's backfield was completely empty after that desperate attack!

When Kyle fell, Qin Feng's mind went blank, and his body's instincts drove him to rush out!

A dark yellow figure, like an arrow released from a bow, suddenly launched from their own half of the court!

This was his last and most important run of the season – a long-distance sprint!

The wind whistled past my ears, my lungs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step felt like walking on a knife's edge!

But he dared not slow down, nor could he slow down!

He could hear it! Behind him, there was more than one set of footsteps! Besides Bell, there was another, heavier, more menacing set of footsteps, rapidly approaching!

It was Ramos! The Real Madrid captain, who was the first to start a desperate chase the moment the team switched from attack to defense!

Qin Feng caught up with the ball near the center circle!

Without pausing for a moment, he continued his rapid ascent!

But Ramos, the world's best center-back, displayed his willpower to the fullest at this moment! Like a wounded lion, he burned his last bit of energy and actually closed the gap little by little!

The edge of the penalty area!

He caught up!

He launched a desperate sliding tackle from behind Qin Feng, using all his strength!

If this tackle succeeds, he will be Real Madrid's savior!

If it fails...

The very instant Ramos cleaved out!

While running at high speed, Qin Feng made a move that took the world's breath away!

He didn't accelerate to touch the ball! Nor did he choose to change direction!

His right foot slammed down on the ball as it was about to roll!

Emergency braking!

In the extreme transition between movement and stillness, the person instantly froze in place!

Ramos, with his all-or-nothing sliding tackle, slid past Qin Feng with tremendous momentum!

All he cut down was a patch of empty grass!

"My God!!! What did he do?!"

The commentator lost his mind!

Ramos slipped and fell to the ground in a sorry state. He turned around and saw the yellow and black number 37 calmly pulling the ball back from beside him and then restarting!

He got beaten!

On the sidelines, Zidane saw this action, his body trembled violently, and he closed his eyes helplessly.

He knew that it was all over.

Having shaken off Ramos, Qin Feng now faces only one last obstacle!

Igor Casillas!

Real Madrid's Saints have made the most desperate attack!

But at this moment, Qin Feng's heart was as still as water.

He stared at the goal so close at hand, too exhausted to make any more feints or adjust his footwork.

Driven by his last instinct, he stretched out his already stiff right foot, staggered, and slammed the ball and himself together into the goal!

2: 1!

Lore!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!! QIN!!! QIN!!! QIN!!!"

"A decisive blow! This is a decisive blow! A decisive blow from Qin Feng!!!"

"In the final second of the match! In the last minute of extra time! He used a brilliant sudden stop to humiliate Real Madrid's final defense! He knocked the ball into Real Madrid's goal!"

"He ended this epic battle in the most heroic way!"

The moment the ball went into the net, Qin Feng could no longer hold on, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the grass.

He looked at the ball lying quietly in the net, and first he smiled. But as he smiled, tears involuntarily welled up in his eyes.

He did it.

He really did it.

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

The referee blew the final whistle!

Borussia Dortmund defeated Real Madrid 2-1 thanks to Qin Feng's brace in the final!

They won the 2013-2014 UEFA Champions League title!

The entire Estádio da Luz, the corner of the Dortmund stadium, was completely engulfed in madness!

Klopp sprinted wildly along the sideline toward the corner flag, hugging everyone he could grab tightly like a child!

On the bench, all the players and staff rushed onto the field! They pressed the boy, who was kneeling on the grass and sobbing uncontrollably, tightly beneath them!

"We are the champions! Qin! We are the champions!"

In the stands, Real Madrid president Florentino Pérez, his face ashen, stood up without a word and left the stadium early under the escort of security.

And beside him was Zidane.

He watched silently as the yellow and black figure was tossed high into the air by his teammates, then glanced at the close-up on the big screen of someone roaring to the sky. A complex expression crossed his face, finally settling into a bitter, relieved smile.

Amidst the deafening cheers around him, he slowly raised his hand and applauded the boy he had once abandoned.