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

The glory of winning the Asian Cup faded completely in less than three days in the face of the suffocating training intensity at the Blakel training base.

Qin Feng soon discovered that the Bundesliga defenders had prepared a brand new "welcome ceremony" for him.

The chain defense of three to four players, the close interference that starts from the first second he gets the ball, and the "logging" early fouls without hesitation.

His once-proud long-distance runs are becoming an increasingly extravagant luxury.

"Bang!"

During one of his attempts to cut inside, he was once again thwarted by a fierce but clean tackle from Sven Bender.

No... the space is too small!

He must find a new way to break this deadlock!

……

On Thursday, a high-intensity 11-on-11 match simulating a weekend league game was taking place at the training base's second field.

Klopp seemed to think the challenge wasn't difficult enough, so with a wave of his hand, he directly assigned Qin Feng, Reus, and Aubameyang—the three sharpest knives—to the yellow vests that symbolize substitutes.

Their opponents, on the other hand, were a full-strength Bundesliga-level defense led by goalkeepers Mats Hummels and Subotic.

The match had been going on for almost twenty minutes, and the game was completely one-sided.

The main team was like a precise machine, using suffocating pressure to pin the Yellow Vest team firmly to their own half.

"Qin! Retreat! Back again! To the center circle!"

Klopp, standing on the sidelines, yelled at the players on the field.

What he wanted to see was what new things his newly crowned Asian king could come up with in this situation where he was completely locked down and had no room for maneuver.

Qin Feng heard the coach's shout. He took a deep breath, running his position while his brain raced.

What should I do?

Every time he tries to get the ball, at least two people will pounce on him like sharks smelling blood.

He needs a pair of eyes... that can see through a wall of people!

……

Twenty-third minute.

In a chaotic clearance, the ball rolled erratically towards the center circle, heading towards Qin Feng, who had retreated there.

opportunity!

But it's also a trap!

Almost the instant he touched the ball, Sven Bender, the "midfield mad dog" known for his recklessness, slid in with a vicious tackle, leaving a trail of grass behind!

At the same time, Mkhitaryan also quickly surrounded him from the other side, blocking all his routes forward!

This is a doomed situation!

Several young players from the youth training program watching from the stands couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Everyone thought that Qin Feng's only option was to awkwardly pass the ball back.

At this critical moment!

Just before Sven Bender's cleats touched the ball!

Qin Feng's brain, due to intense focus, buzzed as if it had entered a completely new realm!

[Host detected to be in a state of extreme combat, with highly focused concentration!]

[Meets the activation requirements for "God's Vision"...]

[Skill [God's Vision] (D-) is now activated!]

A cold, mechanical sound flashed through my mind!

The next second, the whole world changed!

The sounds of teammates and opponents running and shouting on the field seemed to disappear at this moment.

Qin Feng "heard" it!

He "heard" the faint sound of Hoffman's spikes cutting through the turf as he started moving behind him!

He "senses" it!

He "senses" that Hummels is moving laterally, and that due to the difference in their strides, a fleeting but deadly gap will appear between him and full-back Schmelzer in 0.1 seconds!

He didn't even need to turn around!

The entire stadium seemed to be reflected in his mind in a three-dimensional form!

Time seemed to slow down countless times at this moment!

He saw the trajectory of Sven Bender's sliding tackle and the angle at which Mkhitaryan blocked him.

Then, his body, completely following the instructions of the three-dimensional map in his brain, made a move that left everyone speechless!

With the instep of his right foot facing the rolling ball, he pulled it back and to the side with remarkable ease!

The movement was subtle yet precise, causing Sven Bender's powerful sliding tackle to miss completely!

"Beautiful!" someone shouted from the sidelines.

But this is just the beginning!

Just as he pulled the ball away from the tackle, at the very instant that Mkhitaryan's double-team was about to materialize!

The heel of the supporting left foot, as if it had eyes in the back of its head, was aimed at the ball being pulled back by the right foot, and at that gap...

Extremely discreetly, a single tap!

"What?!"

Mkhitaryan's pupils suddenly contracted!

All his attention was focused on Qin Feng's front! He couldn't understand this action at all!

The ball, like a mischievous sprite in his blind spot, slipped past silently!

A completely unseeing, incredibly imaginative backheel pass!

But this is not over yet!

After passing Mkhitaryan, the ball skimmed along the grass, drawing an unbelievable diagonal line!

It precisely spotted the gap between Hummels, who was moving laterally to cover, and full-back Schmelzer—a gap so narrow it was barely visible to the naked eye—that it was only a body length away from the gap.

I passed through!

"Holy shit!"

Hummels, who is known for his composure and foresight, uttered a curse word.

He simply couldn't understand it!

From that position and at that angle, Qin Feng was facing away from that direction! How could he possibly see the gap between himself and Schmelzer?!

He didn't even have time to turn around!

When he turned around in horror, he saw only a yellow figure that had somehow ghostly pierced his side!

It's Jonas Hoffmann!

He caught the ball!

One-on-one!

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper Weidenfeller, Hofmann calmly slotted the ball into the far corner!

Goal!

Swish!

The entire training ground fell into an eerie silence.

Only the sound of the ball rolling into the net could be clearly heard.

Hofmann, who scored the goal, even forgot to celebrate. He stood there blankly, and then, with an expression of awe, looked at the back of the number 37 figure at the center circle.

Everyone was stunned.

Reus's mouth dropped open, and the water bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Aubameyang rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating from being too tired from training.

Klopp, standing on the sidelines, had a cigarette burning so badly that the filter was completely oblivious, before it finally fell to the grass with a "thud." His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an apple, and his expression was one of unprecedented shock and...ecstasy!

"Pause! Pause!"

Hummels was the first to react. He didn't even care about the goal he conceded. Instead, he strode up to Qin Feng with a look of utter disbelief.

"How the hell did you see that?" He pointed to the path Hoffman had just taken, his voice filled with shock. "Tell me the fuck, how the hell did you see that gap between me and Schmelzer?! Do you have eyes in the back of your head?!"

Qin Feng himself was still immersed in that wonderful feeling of "omniscience" he had just experienced.

He looked at Hummels, scratched his head, and gave a slightly innocent smile.

"Maybe... it's just a feeling."

Feel?

Fuck you!

This was the roar in the hearts of everyone present.

This is no longer playing football.

This is cheating!

On the sidelines, Klopp finally snapped out of his daze. Instead of picking up the cigarette that had fallen to the ground, he turned and grabbed his assistant coach, Buvac, shaking him violently, like a madman who had discovered a new continent, suppressing a low, excited growl:

"Did you see that?! Zelik! Did you see that?!"

"He's not Götze! He's not Rosicky!"

"Damn, he's a Xavi who can sprint 70 meters with the ball! A Pirlo who can dribble past a defender!"

"We've struck gold...no, we've fucking struck God!!!"

(Thanks to user 15213317 for the like, hehe)