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

When Qin Feng and Son Heung-min exchanged jerseys under the Sydney night sky, that thrilling semi-final had already become history.

But the war is not over yet.

Four days later, it was still Sydney, at the Australian Stadium.

2015, AFC Asian Cup, Final.

China vs. Iran.

When the players from both teams walked out of the tunnel.

In the stands, a sea of ​​red, composed of tens of thousands of Chinese, overseas Chinese and international students, clashed violently with the white wave of Iranian fans on the other side, and the ultimate showdown of momentum had already begun!

"beep--!"

With the referee's whistle, the final battle for the top of Asia officially began!

The start of the competition was more difficult than anyone had imagined.

The Iranian team, known as the "Persian Iron Cavalry" for their iron-willed defense, displayed a suffocating sense of pressure.

In the third minute, Wu Xi attempted to turn with the ball in midfield, but Iran's number 6, Nekounam, made an extremely forceful and reasonable tackle, knocking Wu Xi to the ground and instantly changing possession.

Their defense is neither as aggressive as South Korea's, nor as reliant on sheer physical dominance as Australia's.

That's a kind of...

discipline.

A defensive discipline ingrained in their very being, almost mechanical.

……

First half, 38th minute.

The deadlock was finally broken.

Iran has earned a free kick in a good position in the attacking third.

Standing in front of the free-throw line was their captain, Jawad Nekounam.

His powerful shot was bravely blocked by Zheng Zhi in the wall! The ball bounced high and flew out of bounds!

Corner kick!

Internal medicine officer Nan personally walked towards the corner flag area.

His corner kick, with its strong inward spin, flew towards the center of the penalty area! Chaos erupted inside the penalty area!

Just when everyone thought he was just a driver!

A white figure, like a god of war descending to earth, sped up from the back and leaped high into the air from the crowd!

It's still internal medicine!

With incredible anticipation and positioning, he got ahead of everyone else and unleashed a powerful header!

The ball slammed into the net!

1: 0!

"Nekounam!!!" He Wei's voice was filled with shock. "Textbook set-piece combination! Iran has taken the lead!"

After scoring, Nekounam rushed wildly towards the Iranian stands, kissing the team emblem on his chest!

Qin Feng stared at the back of the number 6 who was celebrating, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

The trailing Chinese team launched a counterattack.

In the 65th minute, Qin Feng received the ball on the wing. He made two feints in succession, trying to create an opening, but the Iranian full-backs and defensive midfielders were like two magnets, maintaining a precise defensive distance, making it impossible for him to find a breakthrough.

Ultimately, before a double team could be formed, he had no choice but to pass the ball back.

"Iran's zonal coordination in defense is outstanding!" He Wei frowned. "Qin Feng is locked down!"

Just then!

76th minute of the match!

Iran's attack was intercepted! After being passed by Wu Xi, the ball reached Qin Feng, who had dropped back to receive it!

He spotted the tiny gap left by the Iranian team's formation pushing forward!

start up!

[A long-distance raid!]

Facing the Iranian defensive midfielder who rushed at him immediately, he simply dribbled and changed direction, squeezing past the opponent!

My lungs are burning!

But he kept running!

Just outside the penalty area!

Only one last barrier remained before him!

Faced with the formidable internal medicine department, Qin Feng slowed down.

Just a moment before the two were about to make contact!

Qin Feng suddenly pulled the ball back gently with his right foot!

Immediately afterwards, the heel of his left foot struck the ball in the opposite direction as it was pulled back!

That same move again!

Neknan's pupils suddenly contracted! His body instinctively turned around, but his 34-year-old legs were ultimately a beat too slow!

He got beaten!

"He's past him!!! He beat Nekounam!!!"

One-on-one!

Shot! To the far corner!

1-1!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"They've tied it!!! Qin Feng!!! He's pulled the Chinese team back from the brink of defeat once again!"

After scoring, Qin Feng charged towards the sea of ​​red that belonged to him! He leaped high, throwing his signature uppercut and pointing both fingers to the sky!

……

The game was once again dragged into a brutal overtime.

Both sides had reached their physical limits.

Time, in its torment, slipped away second by second.

When the game clock struck 119 minutes.

The score remains 1-1.

Just when everyone thought the match would go to penalties...

Midfield.

Exhausted, Nekounam received the pass back. He shielded the ball with his body, spotted an opening on the wing, and prepared to launch a long pass to completely exhaust the last few dozen seconds.

He swung his right leg!

But just a moment before he kicked the ball!

A red figure, like a ghost, suddenly darted out from behind him!

It's Qin Feng!

He'd been waiting! He was betting that the veteran would choose the safest approach!

He made the right bet!

Before Nekounam could make a move, he used his toe to poke the ball away from his feet!

Steal!

The stadium exploded instantly!

Qin Feng had only one thought in his mind—Charge!

He wanted to run away!

But the moment he took his first step, a tearing pain shot through the back of his thigh! His body lurched, he lost his balance, and stumbled forward!

Iran's last center-back, Haji Safi, pounced like a shark smelling blood! He saw Qin Feng stagger and knew this was the best chance to kill the game!

Finished!

The hearts of all Chinese football fans sank to the bottom!

Qin Feng watched as the opponent's vicious sliding tackle came straight at him. He tried to change direction, but his ankle wouldn't obey him! He tried to exert force, but his muscles had completely given up!

There's no time left!

I have no strength left!

All the technology and templates vanished in that instant!

His mind went completely blank!

Only...

The striker's most primal instinct!

Just before Haji Safi's studs were about to touch the ball, Qin Feng, who was lying on the ground, didn't even have time to get up. He just stretched out his right foot towards the ball that was so close to him, relying on his obsession!

With your toes, aim at the ball, and strike hard...

One stab!

This is the most common and ugliest move on amateur football fields, known as the "poking shot"!

The ball has no power!

It just rolled past Haji Safi's outstretched but unable-to-change-direction leg on the grass, barely struggling!

Goalkeeper Hagiji dived to his side in despair!

His fingers had even touched the edge of the ball!

But it was just a tiny bit off!

The ball wobbled and swayed, like a drunkard, slowly drifting along...

It rolled towards the empty goal.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

All eyes in the world were on that slowly rolling ball.

It rubbed against the inside of the pillar...

Then, it was flicked.

It rolled over the door line.

……

2-1.

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

The final whistle blew simultaneously!

immediately……

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Goal...goal?! Goal!!! Game-winning!!! It's a game-winning goal!!!"

He Wei held his head in his hands, unable to believe what he was seeing!

"I don't know how to describe this goal! In the last minute of the match! Qin Feng! Even while lying on the ground! With his last bit of willpower! He poked the ball into the Iranian goal!"

"He killed the game!!!"

Qin Feng lay on the grass, too exhausted to celebrate. He simply stared at the dazzling lights of the Sydney Stadium, panting heavily, his chest heaving.

He won.

In a way he himself had never imagined.

……

He didn't know how much time had passed when he regained consciousness and found himself being tossed high into the air by his teammates.

"We are the champions—!!!"

The overwhelming singing drowned him out.

At the awards ceremony, Qin Feng won both the MVP and Golden Boot awards.

When the frenzied celebrations subsided a little, he sat alone on the grass.

Just then, a figure walked up to him.

It is the Department of Internal Medicine, South.

This Iranian legend took off his number 6 jersey and handed it over.

Qin Feng also quickly took off his battle robe.

"Kid," Nerkonan looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "you kicked well."

He took Qin Feng's jersey, then reached out and patted Qin Feng's shoulder forcefully.

"The future is yours."

After saying that, he turned around, draped the red number 7 jersey over his shoulder, and slowly walked into the players' tunnel.

Qin Feng stared in the direction he had left, remaining silent for a long time.

He lowered his head and gently stroked the cold Asian Cup trophy with his fingers.