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

The whistle signaling the end of the regular time acted like a pause, abruptly halting the rousing and ferocious battle song that filled the skies above Sydney.

On the grass, the red figure leaned to one side and back.

The players, supporting themselves on their knees, gasped for breath, their chests heaving like broken bellows. Sweat dripped from their chins, soaking a small patch of the grass.

The team doctor and assistant coach rushed onto the field, handing out energy drinks and wet towels to everyone.

"My leg! My leg is cramping!"

Fullback Zhang Chengdong lay on the ground in pain, his calf muscles twisted together like a hard rock.

On the other side, the situation for the South Korean team wasn't much better.

Ninety minutes of intense grueling fighting had pushed both sides to their physical limits.

"...The match will now go into 30 minutes of overtime!"

He Wei's voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.

"Now, it's not just a competition of skills, but also of willpower!"

……

Overtime begins.

The sharp decline in physical fitness caused everything on the field to begin to change.

Passing accuracy has declined, and ball control errors are frequent.

The match degenerated into a primitive and ugly hand-to-hand combat.

……

Second half of overtime.

Time slipped away second by second amidst the torment.

112th minute.

In the stands, the fans' chants were already hoarse. Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Everyone thought that this fierce semi-final would inevitably be dragged into the most brutal penalty shootout.

Perrin, standing on the sidelines, picked up his tactical board, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Just then!

……

120 minutes!

The South Korean team launched their final offensive!

The ball was at the edge of the penalty area when Zheng Zhi blocked it with his chest!

Veteran captain Zheng Zhi poked the ball forward!

The ball rolled towards the center circle!

At this moment, there was only one figure there.

It's Qin Feng!

He caught the ball!

Every breath he took was accompanied by a burning pain in his lungs! His thigh muscles were screaming wildly, as if they were about to be completely torn apart at any moment!

He glanced in the direction of the goal.

Too far.

He glanced at his teammates beside him; they were also supporting themselves on their knees, their eyes filled with exhaustion.

Penalty shootout?

To entrust one's fate to roulette?

Do not!

In his past life, his fate was snatched away by an injury. In this life, he will personally snatch his destiny back from God's hands!

Only one thought occupied his mind—

"Rush!"

He clenched his back teeth, and a strong, metallic taste of blood instantly filled his mouth!

The trait "Key Player" has been activated!

A warm current surged from the depths of my heart, barely offsetting a bit of the excruciating exhaustion.

He slammed the ball forward!

That step seemed to have used up all the strength in his body!

South Korea's defensive midfielder Park Joo-ho lunged in from the side!

Qin Feng didn't dodge! He didn't make any technical moves!

He used his shoulder to meet the other person head-on and rammed into them hard!

boom!

A dull thud! Both were thrown back, Qin almost falling! He felt like his bones were about to shatter!

But he didn't fall! He withstood the impact head-on and forced his way through!

"Qin Feng!!! He's still running!!!"

He Wei jumped up from his seat, his voice trembling with shock!

Having shaken off the first line of defense, Qin Feng continued forward!

His vision began to darken. The stadium's enormous lights transformed into blurry halos in his field of vision.

All he could hear was the frantic pounding of his own heart and the howling wind in his ears!

South Korea's center-back Kim Young-gwon burst out of the penalty area!

Qin Feng's brain is no longer capable of making complex thoughts!

Change direction!

His body, relying entirely on muscle memory, staggered to the left!

That wasn't a feint! It was a stumble caused by exhaustion!

But this stumble caused Kim Young-kwon to misjudge and lose his balance!

It's now!

Then, with his right foot, he flicked the ball sharply in the opposite direction!

It's over!

He used a change of direction that almost made him fall to get past another person!

"The second one!!! Oh my god!!!"

Having shaken off Kim Young-gwon, only one defender remained in front of him—Kwak Tae-hwi!

Guo Taihui's eyes were filled with terror! He looked at the red figure that seemed to have crawled out of hell, and his legs went weak uncontrollably!

Qin Feng did not dribble past anyone again!

He had no strength left!

On the edge of the penalty area!

He swung his right leg!

He poured all his obsession and all his strength into this one kick!

This is……

The final blow delivered against fate!

boom!

A loud bang!

The ball tore through the air and flew past the goalkeeper's desperate fingertips!

It's spinning! It's whistling!

It slammed into the corner of the goal!

Swish!

The net is tumbling wildly!

……

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The entire Australian stadium fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards...

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Goal!!! Goal!!! Game-winning!!! Almost game-winning!!!"

He Wei clutched his head and let out an incredulous, dreamlike roar!

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

"In the 120th minute of the match! At a moment when everyone thought it would go to penalties!"

"A 70-meter sprint! A display of individual heroism, beating three defenders! A world-class goal, sealing the victory for China!"

"He's not human! He's a god!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng could no longer hold on.

He knelt on the ground, his hands braced against the grass, panting heavily. Sweat and tears mingled and streamed down his face.

He won.

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

When the final whistle blew, the entire stadium erupted!

The Chinese team's substitutes and coaching staff rushed onto the field like madmen!

They surrounded the exhausted figure of number 7, who was lying on the grass, and then tossed him high into the air!

once!

twice!

three times!

Perrin stood on the sidelines, and even this usually meticulous Frenchman couldn't help but have his eyes redden.

On the other side, the South Korean players collapsed to the ground in despair. Son Heung-min knelt on the grass, burying his face in his arms, his shoulders trembling violently.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stood up, dragging his heavy steps, and walked towards the crowd that was celebrating.

He walked past the celebrating Chinese players and stood before the figure who had just been put down by his teammates and was panting, clutching his knee.

Qin Feng looked up and saw him.

Eyes facing each other.

Son Heung-min's eyes no longer held the sharpness he had before the match; only heartfelt admiration remained.

He reached out and pulled Qin Feng, who was equally exhausted, up from the grass.

"You win."

Son Heung-min's voice was somewhat hoarse, but incredibly sincere.

"You are... the number one in Asia."

After saying that, he took off his number 7 jersey and handed it over.

Qin Feng looked at him and silently took off his red battle robe, which was soaked with sweat.

Two jerseys, both bearing the number "7", were exchanged under the Sydney night sky.

The two geniuses didn't say another word, they just hugged each other tightly.