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

The away team's locker room.

Young defender Zhang Linpeng covered his head with his soaked jersey, his shoulders trembling slightly. Wu Lei stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes vacant. Even the usually composed Wu Xi remained silent, head bowed, clutching his water bottle tightly.

The first 45 minutes felt like a nightmare from which you couldn't wake up. Technique and speed were utterly crushed in the face of Australia's finely tuned "muscle grinder."

Perrin stood in front of the tactics board, his lips pressed tightly together, his face ashen. He argued fiercely with his assistant coach in French, but in the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.

In the dead silence, a slight rustling sound came from the medical bed in the corner of the locker room.

Qin Feng slowly sat up. There was still a thick ice pack on his left calf—a "souvenir" left by Jedinak's vicious extra move in the first half.

He turned his gaze to the veteran captain, Zheng Zhi, who was also silent and tightly wrapping his already exhausted ankle with bandages.

"Brother Zhi."

Qin Feng's voice was not loud and was somewhat hoarse.

Zheng Zhi raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with exhaustion and resentment.

"It's no use, kid." He seemed to know what Qin Feng wanted to say. "Their defensive system has no weaknesses. Every tackle is a trap. We can't get the ball in."

"Then don't spread it."

Qin Feng's answer stunned Zheng Zhi.

"What?"

"I told you, stop trying those complicated passes." Qin Feng removed the ice pack, revealing clear stud marks on his legs. "I tried it in the first half, but our pace couldn't keep up with their pressing speed. Every pass was a gamble. We lost."

He stood up, limped over to Zheng Zhi, and squatted down.

"Brother Zhi, in the second half, I'd like to try a different style of play." He looked into Zheng Zhi's eyes and said earnestly, "A... simpler style of play."

"Give me the ball. Right in midfield, right where they have the most players. I'll dribble, I'll try to break through. I'll get fouled, I'll lose possession, I might even get injured."

"But," his voice suddenly became firm, "if I can succeed just once, if I can completely pull that damn defensive midfielder Jedinak out of his position, our chance will come."

"Once we get going, Wu Lei and Yu Hai will have space. That's our only chance."

Zheng Zhi stared intently at the 19-year-old boy in front of him. What he saw in those cold eyes was not youthful arrogance, but a terrifying determination that he had never seen before, a determination to shoulder the burden of victory and defeat.

He remained silent for a long time, and then slowly nodded.

"Okay." He only said one word.

Then, he stood up and yelled at all his teammates:

"Did you all hear that?! Second half! Protect the backcourt! Once you intercept the ball, go find number 7!"

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

"The Chinese team didn't make any substitutions, but their style of play... seems to have become more conservative?"

The commentator's voice was filled with confusion.

The Chinese team retreated completely, with even Qin Feng dropping back to a position almost like a defensive midfielder.

The Australian team clearly did not expect the Chinese team to be so "cowardly," and they were happy to push their front line forward and launch a siege on the Chinese team's half!

……

Sixty-second minute of the match!

Zheng Zhi!

The 35-year-old veteran made a diving sliding tackle on the edge of the penalty area, managing to block a very dangerous through ball from the Australian midfielder!

The ball rolled to his feet!

Without even getting up, he forcefully poked the ball forward right there on the grass!

He stabbed at the figure who had been waiting all along!

It's Qin Feng!

He caught the ball!

Before him lay an endless expanse of open ground left by the Australian team's aggressive forward push!

"Counterattack!!! China's counterattack!!!"

"Qin Feng got the ball!!!"

Jedinak caught up! Like a wild beast, he tried to block Qin Feng's path with his body once again!

But this time, Qin Feng did not attempt to cooperate or pass the ball!

He slammed the ball forward and then rammed it hard into Jedinak with his shoulder!

boom!

A dull thud of muscles colliding!

Qin Feng staggered from the impact and nearly fell! He used his core strength, honed through countless battles on the Bundesliga field, to withstand the collision!

Jedinak, on the other hand, became rigid due to the enormous reaction force!

It was that brief moment of stiffness!

Qin Feng dribbled past him, changing direction and forcefully squeezing past him!

"It's over!!! He withstood Jedinak's charge!!!"

Having shaken off the first barrier, Qin Feng continued his rapid advance!

Australian center-back Spiranovic suddenly rushed out of the penalty area, attempting to intercept him midway!

But Qin Feng didn't slow down at all!

Facing the charging Spiranovic.

He slammed the ball forward with his right foot!

Then, use your left foot to push forward!

One person passed the ball!

A single, incredibly powerful and coordinated nutmeg pass between a human and the ball, executed with explosive force and perfect coordination within a small space!

Like an indestructible sword, he forced his way through the narrow gap between Spiranovic and another defender!

"The second one! The third one!! He's gone again!!!"

"One-on-one!!! Another one-on-one!!!"

The commentator's voice was completely cracked!

Fifty thousand Australian fans stared in disbelief as the unstoppable red figure hurtled toward their goal!

Only one obstacle remained in his path—goalkeeper Ryan!

Facing the attack from Ryan, Qin Feng's face remained completely expressionless!

Just before the two were about to make contact, he calmly and gently flicked the ball to the outside with his right foot!

Immediately afterwards, he swung his left leg!

Explosive Shot!

boom!

The football whistled past goalkeeper Ryan's arm and slammed into the top of the net!

Blind spot!

1-1!

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

"They've tied it!!! The Chinese team has tied the score!!!"

"An incredible midfield run! A godlike individual performance! He ripped through Australia's 'meat grinder'!"

"At the moment when the team needed a hero the most! He is the hero!"

Qin Feng did not celebrate wildly after scoring the goal.

He rushed into the goal, scooped the ball out, hugged it tightly to his chest, and then turned and ran towards the center circle!

As he ran, he unleashed a thunderous roar at his teammates who were still in a daze!

"What are you all standing there for?! Come back here!!!"

……

This goal was like a resounding slap in the face, stunning the Australian team and igniting the fighting spirit of the Chinese team!

The match entered into a fierce close-quarters battle!

Time, in its anxious state, slipped away second by second.

When the game clock struck ninety-two minutes.

The score remains 1-1.

Just when everyone thought the game would go into overtime...

Qin Feng received the ball on the left side of the penalty area. He feinted repeatedly, trying to create a shooting angle! In desperation, Australian defender Franjic stretched out his leg!

"beep--!"

The referee's whistle rang out sharply!

Without hesitation, his hand pointed to the 12-yard mark!

Penalty!

In the final minute of the match! Team China has a chance to win!

The entire Brisbane stadium erupted! The Australian players frantically surrounded the referee, trying to pressure him into changing his decision through shouts and pressure!

Amidst the deafening boos and curses from the Australian fans, Qin Feng slowly placed the ball on the penalty spot.

He ignored all interference.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the hysterical Australian players and over the furious Cahill.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

approach!

Kick!

He fooled goalkeeper Ryan and calmly sent the ball towards the center of the goal!

2-1!

Lore!

The moment the ball went through the net, "Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

The final whistle blew simultaneously!

Qin Feng slowly turned around.

In the silence of the entire stadium, he raised his head and his gaze locked onto the figure on the sidelines who was swaggering at him from midfield—Tim Cahill.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the entire world, Qin Feng raised his right hand.

He used his thumb to slowly and forcefully trace a line across his neck.

An eye for an eye!

Only after making this gesture did he reveal the smile of a victor.

Cahill's body trembled violently, and the expression on his face froze instantly. His arrogant demeanor was completely shattered at that moment!

Qin Feng could no longer hold on; his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees on the grass.

He buried his face deeply in the grass that still smelled of fresh grass, his shoulders trembling violently.

All his teammates went crazy! They rushed over and pinned him down!

The moment the whistle blew, Zheng Zhi looked up to the sky and roared, tears streaming down his face!

On the sidelines, the usually meticulous Perrin hugged his assistant coach tightly, just like a child!

In the stands, that small red corner had completely transformed into a sea of ​​revelry!

Team China!

reverse!

They defeated the host country!

After many years, they have returned to the Asian Cup semi-finals!

With a breathtaking victory, they shattered the dark cloud that had hung over Chinese football for decades—the so-called "fear of Australia"!

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