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

Brisbane, January 2015.

The moment the plane landed, a wave of heat mixed with the scent of eucalyptus trees rushed in through the porthole.

When the Chinese team walked out of the airport, the sweltering heat that almost melted people made the players feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Hold!"

Wu Lei couldn't help but swear. He had just fanned himself twice with his hand when a layer of sticky sweat seeped out from his forehead, sliding down his brow bone and stinging his eyes.

Outside the airport, hundreds of international students and Chinese people dressed in red jerseys had already gathered. They held banners and waved national flags. Their heartfelt enthusiasm dispelled the players' complaints about the weather.

"Qin Feng! Keep it up!"

"China's national football team! Victory is assured!"

Qin Feng walked in the middle of the group. He could see the excitement and curiosity on his teammates' faces, as well as a hint of nervousness.

Asian Cup.

These three words represent the highest honor for every team on this land.

The Chinese team was drawn into Group B with Saudi Arabia, Uzbekistan, and North Korea.

"An Asian Cup for one? Don't be ridiculous!" an Australian newspaper commented sarcastically. "Football is an eleven-a-side sport. That Chinese boy's performance in Germany was indeed amazing, but the national team is not a club. Here, he doesn't have Reus, he doesn't have Hummels. When he faces Asia's top defensive system, his magic will soon fail."

In the hotel's conference room, head coach Perrin posted a photocopy of the newspaper on the tactics board.

"Did you see that?"

The eyes of the French are sharp as knives.

"They don't believe us. They think we're just here to make up the numbers. They think Qin Feng's entourage is a bunch of...useless people."

The locker room was deathly silent.

"Now, tell me," Perrin's voice suddenly rose, "are you all useless?!"

"no!!!"

The veteran captain, Zheng Zhi, was the first to shout, his eyes bloodshot.

"Very good." Perrin nodded, then looked at Qin Feng, who was sitting in the corner and hadn't said a word the whole time.

"Qin, for the first match against Saudi Arabia, I don't need you to organize or coordinate like you did in Dortmund."

"I only need you to do one thing."

"Break through their lines! Do you hear me?"

Qin Feng slowly raised his head, and the arrogance of Dortmund's number 37 in his eyes finally merged with the responsibility of the national team's number 7.

"I heard you."

Brisbane Stadium.

As the players from both teams walked out of the tunnel, the deafening roar almost lifted the roof off.

In the stands, the red contingent of Chinese fans and the green sea of ​​Saudi fans were clearly distinct, and a fierce battle of spirit had already begun before the match even started.

"beep--!"

With the referee's whistle, the first round of Group B in the 2015 AFC Asian Cup, China vs. Saudi Arabia, officially began!

From the start of the match, the Saudis displayed a level of pressure far exceeding that of their warm-up opponents. Wu Xi had just received the ball in midfield when the opposing defensive midfielder closed him down like a hound, a fierce but clean tackle sending him sprawling.

The ball changed hands instantly.

The match is in the twelfth minute.

Saudi Arabia's ace, number 10 Shahrai, received the ball in midfield, and with a deft turn, easily shook off Wu Xi, who came up to press him.

Immediately afterwards, he delivered a through ball!

Full-back Zhang Chengdong was outpaced by the opponent's speed! The cross drew a dangerous arc, and goalkeeper Wang Dalei made a mistake in his attempt to come out!

Back!

Saudi striker Hazaz leaped high, outjumping Ren Hang, and unleashed a powerful header!

clang--!!!

A crisp, loud bang!

The ball slammed against the crossbar of the goal and bounced out of bounds!

"Danger!!!"

CCTV commentator He Wei broke out in a cold sweat! "Less than fifteen minutes into the game, Saudi Arabia had a golden opportunity! Our defense is struggling under their pressure!"

Perrin, standing on the sidelines, looked ashen-faced.

For the next ten minutes, the Chinese team's half was under constant threat! Zhang Linpeng had just cleared the ball with a header, but before it even hit the ground, Saudi Arabia had already won the second ball; Wang Dalei had just saved a long-range shot, but before he could even catch his breath, the opponent's corner kick threat came one after another.

The entire defensive line was like a small boat that could capsize at any moment in a storm.

Qin Feng repeatedly dropped back into midfield to receive the ball, but as soon as he got the ball, two or three Saudi players would pounce on him like mad dogs, bringing him down with fouls they were willing to commit.

Once again, Qin Feng was tackled to the ground by the opposing midfielder, ball and all. After hearing the referee's lukewarm verbal warning, Qin Feng got up from the grass and brushed the grass off his body.

His gaze grew increasingly cold.

"Rough, but effective." He quickly judged, "Their pressing lacked structure, but they used physicality and fouls to disrupt the rhythm of the game..."

He glanced at Wu Lei not far in front of him. He had just delivered a perfectly executed through ball, but Wu Lei hadn't found his rhythm. After the mistake, Wu Lei held his head in frustration, even slowing down his retreat.

"No...it's too tight."

Qin Feng took a deep breath. "I've been trying to coordinate with my teammates and find tactical openings, but everyone's clearly tense, hesitant in their passing and timid in their positioning. If this continues, it's only a matter of time before we concede a goal."

"We have to stab them in the back first, disrupt their formation, and bring out the fighting spirit of our teammates!"

When the whistle blew to end the first half, the score was still 0-0.

In the locker room, the smell of sweat and straw mixed with suppressed breathing made the air feel thick and sticky.

Wu Lei lowered his head, gripping his shin guards tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"All of you, lift your heads up!"

Veteran captain Zheng Zhi's roar broke the silence. "What's wrong?! We haven't conceded a goal in the first half! You're all acting like your fathers have died! Have you forgotten how we trained?!"

Perrin didn't say anything; he simply walked over to Qin Feng and handed him a bottle of water.

"Do I need to adjust the tactics?" he asked in a low voice.

Qin Feng unscrewed the bottle cap and drank half a bottle of water in one gulp. The icy liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the fire burning in his chest.

He looked up at Perrin, then glanced around at his teammates whose faces were filled with confusion and unease.

He smiled.

"No need, Coach."

He stood up and walked to the center of the locker room. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.

"In the first half, I kept trying to find ways to coordinate, but they dragged us into a quagmire."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Now, there's no time to hesitate any longer."

"Give me the ball in the second half."

"I'll clear the way!"

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

The situation on the field did not change immediately.

The Saudi team maintained firm control of the game.

The sixtieth minute of the match.

Saudi Arabia once again executed a brilliant combination play just outside China's penalty area, with Shahrai's long-range shot being blocked by a defender!

The ball bounced towards the center circle!

Just as the Saudi players were preparing to launch a second attack on the spot!

Zheng Zhi made a fearless sliding tackle, getting the ball away before the opposing player could react!

The ball rolled towards Qin Feng, who had retreated to his own half of the field!

It's now!

Qin Feng didn't stop the ball!

Facing the Saudi defensive midfielder who rushed forward immediately, he used the outside of his right foot to push the rolling ball forward to the right!

start up!

The Saudi midfielder only felt a gust of wind pass by, and before he could even react, the red number 7 figure had already whizzed past him!

"Qin Feng has the ball!!! He's started his run!!!" He Wei's voice rose instantly!

Break through the first line of defense!

Qin Feng dribbled the ball at breakneck speed! Before him lay a wide-open midfield! Like a fighter jet accelerating on the runway, wings spread, he soared into the sky!

The Saudi team's second defender is closing in furiously from the side! Just a split second before the two are about to make contact!

Qin Feng's body suddenly slumped to the left in a very realistic manner!

Just as the opponent shifted their weight, his right foot flashed and flicked the ball in the opposite direction!

Sudden stop! Change direction! Accelerate again!

The defender who came to cover stumbled and fell to the ground, only able to watch helplessly as the red lightning bolt sped away once again!

"The second one!!! He went past again!!!"

In the blink of an eye, Qin Feng had dribbled the ball to the edge of the penalty area!

The two Saudi Arabian center-backs desperately closed in on him!

But it was too late!

Just before the double-team was formed, Qin Feng swung his right foot!

Without the slightest hesitation!

A powerful and explosive shot!

boom!

The ball, with unparalleled momentum, passed through the gap between the two center-backs!

It tore through the air, carrying the hopes of all of China, whistling past the goalkeeper's armpit, and slamming into the net!

The net is tumbling wildly!

1-0!!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Goal! Goal! Qin Feng! It's Qin Feng!!!"

He Wei had completely lost his mind; his voice was completely distorted from excessive screaming!

"An incredible midfield run! He did it all by himself! He single-handedly breached the entire Saudi Arabian defense!!!"

"At the team's most difficult moment! When everyone else had lost all hope! He fought his way through for the Chinese team with pure individual heroism!"

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

After scoring, Qin Feng charged towards the sea of ​​red that belonged to him!

He leaped high into the air and threw his signature uppercut! Both fingers pointed to the sky.

He is declaring to Asia—

I am coming!

……

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

The match is in its 80th minute.

With their morale greatly boosted, the Chinese team launched a relentless pressing attack in the attacking third.

Qin Feng received the ball on the left wing again. He attracted the attention of two defenders, but just before the double team was formed, he used a deceptive backheel flick to pass the ball to the middle!

Yu Hai, who came on as a substitute, arrived! He took a long-range shot without stopping the ball!

The ball drew a beautiful arc and went straight into the top corner!

2: 0!

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

When the final whistle blew, the entire Brisbane Stadium was filled only with the sound of singing from that sea of ​​red!

The Chinese team, against all odds, achieved a resounding 2-0 victory over Saudi Arabia, a strong team from West Asia, securing a winning start!

After the match, Qin Feng was named the best player of the game.

The next day, media outlets across Asia all used the same headline to report on the match—

"A One-Man Asian Cup! The Red Lightning from China Tears Through the Brisbane Night Sky!"