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

The night sky over Brisbane was completely torn apart by that streaking red lightning.

When Qin Feng brought China a winning start with an audacious performance, the entire Asian football world was abuzz with excitement because of this number 7 from the East.

Yonhap News Agency: "Warning! The boy who beat Son Heung-min in the Bundesliga has become public enemy number one in Asia!"

Nikkan Sports: "Phenomenon! China's No. 7 displays world-class talent; will he be the answer to this tournament?"

Domestic social media has already descended into a frenzy of celebration even more intense than the championship victory itself. The GIF of Qin Feng's sprint and goal was shared millions of times in just a few hours, practically flooding everyone's WeChat Moments.

"I hereby declare that from this day forward, Qin Feng is my father!"

"Hey upstairs, call him grandpa! Didn't you see him walking the Saudi team around like a dog?"

"That's what a football king is! This is the kind of football we want to see!"

……

However, the outside noise did not significantly affect the Chinese team's preparations in Brisbane.

The atmosphere in the hotel's tactical analysis room was heavy.

Perrin was playing the video of his next opponent, Uzbekistan, over and over again.

On the screen, the Central Asian players in their white jerseys moved fiercely and displayed a tough style. Every press they made was like a pack of hungry wolves hunting their prey, full of wildness and aggression.

"Did you see that?"

Perrin pressed the pause button and pointed to a player who had been brought down on the ground on the screen.

"Their defense was more disciplined than the Saudis', and also...dirtier."

"In the last match, they used this almost 'logging' style of play to make life miserable for the North Korean team. Their defensive midfielder, Akhmedov, even after receiving a yellow card, could still laugh and argue with the referee. That guy is a seasoned veteran."

He looked at Qin Feng, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Qin, in the next match, they will do everything in their power to limit you. I need you to be prepared, both physically and mentally."

Qin Feng simply nodded without saying a word.

His mind flashed back to the defenders on the Bundesliga pitch who tried to stop him with rough fouls.

"Trying to stop me?"

He smiled.

"Then let's give it a try."

Four days later, it was still Brisbane Stadium.

In the second round of the group stage, the Chinese team will face Uzbekistan.

"beep--!"

The starting whistle has just sounded.

Thirty seconds into the game, Qin Feng received the ball on the wing for the first time. Before he could even adjust his footwork, a white figure crashed into him from behind!

Ahmedov!

He practically clung to Qin Feng, using a rugby-style tackle to forcefully pull him to the ground!

The referee blew his whistle immediately, but only gave Akhmedov a verbal warning. The Uzbek midfielder even spread his hands and smiled innocently at the referee.

"This...this is an extremely blatant show of force!" He Wei's voice rose noticeably, tinged with barely suppressed anger. "From the very beginning of the match, Uzbekistan made their stance clear—they intend to use this barbaric method to stop Qin Feng!"

Qin Feng got up from the grass. He glanced at his opponent who was still "chatting and laughing" with the referee, and then at the aggressive eyes of the other Uzbek players not far away.

"Is this... an attempt to lock me in this quagmire?"

The events that followed confirmed his suspicions.

He felt as if he were trapped in an invisible swamp, and every effort he made was dissolved by that viscous force.

In the 30th minute of the match, Qin Feng found a gap in midfield. He made a sudden stop and change of direction, shaking off Ahmedov, and prepared to start!

The instant he took his second step!

Another Uzbek defender, from his blind spot, launched a vicious side tackle, directly targeting his supporting foot!

Qin Feng's instincts made him jump up, barely dodging a malicious foul that could have broken his leg!

But he lost his balance and fell to the ground in a sorry state. The referee simply stopped the game and didn't even issue a yellow card!

Akhmedov walked over, looked down at him with a mocking smile, and said in a low voice in English, "Kid, this isn't the Bundesliga."

Qin Feng lay on the grass, his chest heaving violently. He looked at the other person's provocative face, but didn't respond; he simply clenched his fist slowly.

Near the end of the first half, Zheng Zhi was brutally brought down by an opponent with a scissor kick during a midfield challenge. He clutched his ankle and rolled on the ground in pain.

The team doctor rushed onto the field.

Qin Feng stood not far away, watching this scene, and his expression changed.

That tranquility was shattered, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

The first half ended with the score still 0-0.

The atmosphere in the locker room was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

The team doctor is giving Zheng Zhi emergency treatment on his ankle; the swelling is alarming to everyone.

"Damn it! Are these bastards here to play football or to fight?!" Wu Lei kicked the wardrobe in anger.

Pei Lan walked over to Qin Feng and squatted down. He saw the clear bloodstains on Qin Feng's calves, and he also saw his cold eyes.

"In the second half, I'll have Wu Xi drop back more often to protect you," Perrin said with concern.

Qin Feng shook his head.

"No, Coach."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over Zheng Zhi, who was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, and over every teammate whose face was filled with frustration and anger.

"Let them keep kicking like that."

Perrin paused for a moment.

A cold smile slowly spread across Qin Feng's lips.

"They thought they could win the game by fouling."

"Then I'll make them die from their own fouls."

Second half, 62nd minute.

The situation on the field remained tense. Wu Xi attempted a breakthrough on the edge of the penalty area, but was once again brought down by a rough foul from the Uzbek defender.

The referee blew his whistle, giving the Chinese team a free kick in an excellent position.

It was about 25 meters from the goal, slightly to the left.

This is an angle from which you can attack directly!

Akhmedov directed the human wall, his face still bearing that confident air of complete control. He spat contemptuously in Qin Feng's direction.

He was certain that this kid, who only relied on speed, couldn't possibly have any other tricks up his sleeve.

In the stands, Chinese fans were on tenterhooks.

Qin Feng placed the ball steadily on the grass.

He took a few steps back and closed his eyes.

What flashed through his mind was the image of Zheng Zhi collapsing in pain, and Akhmedov's mocking face.

"beep!"

The referee blew the whistle to allow a free throw!

Qin Feng opened his eyes!

Run-up! Kick off!

With the inside of his right foot, he struck the ball precisely and powerfully on the lower right side!

boom!

The ball left my foot, spinning wildly, and soared into the sky!

It soared over the towering human wall, tracing a rapidly descending arc in the air!

Like a white lightning bolt, it cleaved the Brisbane night sky!

The Uzbekistan goalkeeper leaped with all his might, but his fingertips were still half a hand's width away from the falling ball!

Swish!

The ball grazed the bottom edge of the crossbar and slammed into the net!

A blind spot! An absolute blind spot!

1-0!!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Crescent Moon Slash!!! A perfect crescent moon slash!!!"

He Wei suddenly stood up from the commentary booth, clutched his head, and let out an incredulous roar!

"Qin Feng!!! It's Qin Feng again!!!"

"A stunning direct free kick, a resounding response to all provocations and fouls!"

The Uzbekistan stands, which had been waving flags wildly just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. A fan's flag, held high, drooped limply, as if all its strength had been drained away.

Qin Feng did not celebrate after scoring the goal.

He turned around, said nothing, and stared intently at the dumbfounded Akhmedov.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, Akhmedov was the first to succumb in this silent stare-down, awkwardly averting his gaze.

Qin Feng then turned his gaze away and walked towards the old captain, Zheng Zhi, who was limping over to hug him.

……

This goal completely changed the course of the game.

Eager to equalize, Uzbekistan pressed forward aggressively, leaving huge gaps in their defense. However, after taking the lead, the Chinese team played with greater composure, giving their opponents no chances.

Finally, when the final whistle blew, the score was 1-0!

China secured its second consecutive victory thanks to Qin Feng's invaluable free kick!

Because Saudi Arabia defeated North Korea in another match that ended earlier, the Chinese team has thus qualified from the so-called "group of death" with one round to spare!

After the game, as Qin Feng walked off the field, he saw a prominent banner in the stands.

A line of crooked Chinese characters was written above:

"The group of death? No, this is China's playground!"

……

In the final round of the group stage, they will face North Korea.

Perrin, who had already secured first place in the group, made extensive rotations.

Qin Feng sat on the substitute bench.

The match was unusually dull, and the score remained 1-1 until the 80th minute.

Perrin glanced at his watch and waved to Qin Feng.

When Qin Feng came on as a substitute, the entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers once again.

Just five minutes later.

Qin Feng received the ball on the edge of the penalty area. Facing the double-team of two North Korean defenders, he did not force a breakthrough, but instead faked a shot and passed the ball to the far post!

There, veteran Sun Ke easily slotted the ball into the empty net! 2-1!

Ultimately, the Chinese team advanced to the knockout stage with a perfect record of first place in the group and three wins!

While the players were celebrating in the locker room, the television was showing the final result of another match.

Host nation Australia defeated South Korea and advanced to the quarterfinals as group winners.

Their next opponent is the Chinese team.

The laughter and chatter in the locker room gradually subsided.

All eyes were on number 7, who had just taken off his jersey, revealing his muscular upper body.

Qin Feng felt the gazes of his teammates, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled.

"What's wrong?"

"Ready to break the curse?"