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

In the locker room, the smell of ice water and champagne mingled, making people cough. Zheng Zhi sat alone in a corner, watching his young teammates celebrating, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

Great that you beat Australia. But next... is South Korea.

Those two words, like a scar etched for decades, weigh heavily on the hearts of every generation of Chinese football fans.

Just then, the television screen on the wall was showing the final result of another match.

In the video, Son Heung-min, dressed in a red jersey, is facing the camera, making his signature "photo-taking" celebration gesture. His face radiates unparalleled confidence.

"...South Korea defeated Uzbekistan 2-0 and will face China in the semifinals!"

Om-!

The locker room fell silent suddenly.

The sweet scent of victory in the air was instantly replaced by the smell of gunpowder.

All eyes immediately turned to the figure number 7, who was drying his hair with a towel.

Qin Feng stopped moving.

He looked at the incredibly familiar face on the screen and smiled.

……

The whole of Asia is in complete chaos!

This is not the semi-final.

This is the ultimate showdown between two top aces who have already fought tooth and nail in the Bundesliga, on the national team stage!

This is the battle for the throne of "Asia's No. 1"!

Yonhap News Agency's headline was menacing: "There can only be one throne! Son Heung-min will shatter the Chinese fairy tale with victory! Our Taeguk Warriors will make that sleeping dragon truly face reality!"

South Korean fans' comments were even more arrogant: "That Chinese kid? He can only win in the Bundesliga because of his teammates. The national team? The guys around him aren't even worthy of shining our shoes!"

Domestic online forums have long since become melting pots of emotions.

[They're here! They're finally here! Qin Feng vs. Son Heung-min! Get them!"]

[What's there to be afraid of! We have Qin Feng! He single-handedly took down Australia! What's a little bit of taking down South Korea?!]

Stop jinxing me! My palms are sweating... As long as we beat South Korea, I'll accept it even if we don't win the Asian Cup!

[Yes! Kill those Koreans! Nothing else matters!]

……

Sydney, players' tunnel.

Repressed.

The air was so oppressive you could wring water out of it.

On one side of the passage was the South Korean team, led by Son Heung-min.

On the other side is the Chinese team.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the group. His gaze pierced through the crowd and collided violently with that of the figure opposite him, who was also wearing the number 7.

No words were spoken.

But both of them knew that today, only one person could walk out of here standing up.

"beep--!"

The whistle blew!

The entire stadium was instantly engulfed by a roar of red!

"The match has begun!" He Wei's voice was tense. "No probing! It's all about going head-to-head!"

In the fifth minute, Son Heung-min received the ball on the wing and cut inside!

Zhang Chengdong made a flying tackle, bringing down both the player and the ball!

In the seventh minute, Qin Feng received the ball in midfield and turned around!

Ki Sung-yung pulled and dragged him from behind, forcibly pulling him to the ground!

A bloody battle ensued!

From the very first second, the match became a battle of muscle and will!

……

First half, 32nd minute.

The deadlock has been broken!

China's corner kick attack failed, and South Korean goalkeeper Kim Jin-hyeon launched a quick counter-attack with a throw-in!

The ball was quickly passed around the midfield and reached Son Heung-min's feet!

He started it!

Left flank!

He's like a red supercar, roaring with its engine!

Zhang Linpeng was easily bypassed! He could even feel the stinging sensation of the wind whipped up by the other person on his face!

"Danger!!!"

On the edge of the penalty area! Facing Ren Hang's cover, Son Heung-min made a sudden stop and cut inside at high speed!

"It's over!" Only these two words remained in Ren Hang's mind. He felt his ankle being snapped by an invisible force, and he was thrown out due to the enormous inertia!

"It's over!!!"

One-on-one!

Facing Wang Dalei's attack!

Shot! To the far corner!

Swish!

The ball kissed the net!

1: 0!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Son Heung-min!!!" He Wei's voice was filled with resentment, "An unstoppable individual performance! South Korea is in the lead!"

After scoring, Son Heung-min sprinted towards the corner flag, leaped high, and made his signature "photo" celebration towards the red stands belonging to the South Korean fans!

The Chinese players stood there, bewildered. That ingrained shadow seemed about to descend upon them once more.

Just then!

"Stop looking! Come back! Kick off!"

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

His eyes were like those of an enraged tiger!

……

"beep!"

The game has restarted!

Just five minutes later!

Midfield! Wu Xi! A vicious tackle! The ball rolls across the grass!

The ball rolled towards Qin Feng!

He caught the ball!

Facing Ki Sung-yueng, who pounced on him immediately!

No pass!

He slammed the ball forward! Then, he used his shoulder to smash into the opponent!

boom!

A dull, loud thud! Ki Sung-yueng involuntarily took a step back!

He pushed Ki Sung-yueng out of the way!

"Qin Feng has started!!!"

Having shaken off the first line of defense, Qin Feng sped off at breakneck speed! He could hear the whistling wind in his ears and feel his heart pounding like a drum!

South Korea's center-back, Kwak Tae-hwi, rushed out of the penalty area! He tried to block the red lightning with his body!

Qin Feng did not slow down!

Fried meatballs!

The ball obediently passed between his legs, while his body slid past from the other side!

"The second one!!!" The commentator's voice cracked!

Guo Taihui only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he turned around again, all he saw was a figure disappearing into the distance! He didn't even have time to commit a foul!

On the edge of the penalty area!

After drawing the full attention of the last defender, Kim Young-gwon, Qin Feng's right foot suddenly pushed out with the instep just before he appeared to be shooting!

Slant entry!

There it is!

A figure arrived on horseback!

It's Wu Lei!

This time, he didn't hesitate! He met the rolling ball head-on and shot directly!

Goal!

1-1!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

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

"Qin Feng!!! An incredible sprint! A selfless assist! He retaliated!"

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

"Brother Feng! This feels so good!"

Qin Feng carried him on his back and charged towards the red stands belonging to the Chinese fans! He raised his right fist high and roared at the stands!

……

The time that follows will be one of strangulation!

Son Heung-min's long-range shot grazed the post and went wide!

Qin Feng's free kick was brilliantly saved by the goalkeeper!

Time passed by, second by second.

The 90th minute.

The score remains 1-1.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

The referee blew the whistle to end the regulation time!

On the grass, a large number of players from both sides collapsed instantly. Team doctors rushed onto the field to provide emergency massage to the players suffering from cramps.

Overtime!

The players dragged their nearly broken bodies to the sidelines. Qin Feng was panting heavily; his jersey was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body, wet and heavy.

He raised his head, his gaze meeting once again in mid-air with that of the South Korean number 7, who was also panting and supporting his knees.

The battle is not over yet.