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

Klopp ultimately didn't tell anyone about Qin Feng's crazy idea that he was "God".

That was his most precious secret, belonging only to him.

After discovering that earth-shattering pass on the training field, an ambition even stronger than the night before winning the championship last season began to grow wildly in the heart of this rock-and-roll coach.

Harvey's vision, combined with Kaka's speed.

What does this mean?

This means that the young team he leads, which has already reached the pinnacle of European football, will have the potential to create a dynasty!

His gaze was fixed intently on the upcoming Champions League knockout stage title defense.

……

A few days later, at UEFA headquarters in Nyon, Switzerland.

The draw for the Champions League Round of 16 is being broadcast live worldwide.

The atmosphere in the cafeteria at Borussia Dortmund's training ground was much more relaxed than last year. Players were eating lunch and joking around in front of a giant television screen.

"We'd better get a stronger one; the group stage was boring." Aubameyang poked at the sausage on his plate with his fork.

"I agree, come to Real Madrid or Barcelona, ​​beat them, and shut those Spanish media up!" the big cross shouted.

Being the defending champions gave these young people boundless confidence and pride.

The restaurant quieted down a little when the guest of honor, Kahn, took out a capsule toy with the Borussia Dortmund logo and another capsule toy at the same time.

"Borussia Dortmund...VS...Juventus!"

Om-!

The restaurant was silent for a second, then erupted into an even more excited murmur!

"Juventus! It's that Italian defense!"

"This is interesting! They only conceded one goal in the group stage!"

"Perfect! Let's see if their shields are stronger, or our swords are faster!"

Amidst the excited chatter of everyone rubbing their hands together, only Qin Feng put down his knife and fork, his expression becoming incredibly focused.

Juventus.

That legendary "concrete defense line".

Finally, it's time to meet them in person.

……

"A clash between the new king and the old guard! Defending champions Borussia Dortmund face Serie A giants Juventus!"

The front page headline of the German magazine Kicker was epic in nature.

"Klopp's wild, rock-and-roll football versus Allegri's Italian chain defense—who will prevail? Will it be the first cornerstone of Dortmund's youthful storm on their road to defending their title, or a sacrifice to announce the 'Old Lady's' triumphant return?"

The Italian newspaper Tuttosport was even more blunt: "Defending champions? That was just a lucky steal by the Germans last year. In Turin, we will teach them how true champions should play. Running? On our home turf, running requires a license."

The internet is already in an uproar.

Borussia Dortmund fans proudly declared that their champions would crush Turin.

Juventus fans sarcastically remarked that the Germans' good luck had come to an end.

Amidst the media storm sweeping across Europe, the atmosphere in Klopp's tactical analysis room remained unusually calm.

Klopp didn't waste any words and directly played a video of the match on the projection screen.

The video shows Real Madrid playing against Juventus. Cristiano Ronaldo receives the ball on the wing and attempts to use his speed to break through!

The next second, a black and white figure, like a ghost, blocked his path.

boom!

A dull thud of muscles colliding!

Even a player as strong as Cristiano Ronaldo seemed to have hit a wall, falling to the ground in a sorry state! The ball was easily intercepted by Chiellini.

"See that?" Klopp paused the video. "This is what you're going to face. A bunch of... Italians who have defense ingrained in their bones. They won't give you any space to sprint; they'll stop you in every way you can and can't imagine."

He switched to another video, showing Pirlo tearing apart the opponent's defense with a long, no-look pass amidst a dense crowd.

"And this old guy," Klopp drew a circle on Pirlo's face with his laser pointer, "can wipe out all our efforts in the whole game with just one pass from him."

He turned off the projector, and the room lights came on.

He looked at his disciples, whose faces had lost their previous ease and were now filled with a solemnity and excitement at meeting a worthy opponent.

"It will be a tough away game in Torino. Their fans, their defense, their experience are all top-notch."

"They think we're lucky champions, and they want to pull us off the throne."

A fierce smile crept onto Klopp's lips.

"Then let's go to their home turf and, in front of 40,000 Italians, tell them—"

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice rising sharply, filled with the domineering and proud aura of the defending champion!

"The era of Dortmund has only just begun!"

"We will defend our honor! We will smash their proud concrete defenses to pieces with our charge!"

"Did you understand?!"

"Understood!!!"

The young champions roared in unison, their eyes burning with fierce flames!

……

Turin in February is bitterly cold.

The atmosphere inside the players' tunnel was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the team, and he could feel the steady, powerful heartbeats of his teammates. It wasn't nervousness, but the excitement before a great battle.

On the other side of the passage, Buffon, Pirlo, Chiellini... one legendary name after another, now transformed into real figures, carrying a powerful aura, like mountain peaks, pressing down.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and briefly met that of Andrea Pirlo, the Italian midfield maestro who stood in the center of the team with eyes as deep as an ancient well.

No sparks.

There is only one kind of silent confrontation that belongs to kings.

"beep--!"

The referee signaled for the players to enter the field!

As Qin Feng followed the team out of the narrow and dimly lit player tunnel.

He was completely stunned by the sight before him.

The entire stadium was packed!

More than 40,000 Juventus fans formed a seemingly endless, frenzied black and white stand!

They sang their team song and waved their flags. The combined sound was like a sonic weapon, slamming into the eardrums and hearts of every Dortmund player!

That wasn't the kind of pure cursing and anger typical of Schalke fans.

That's a kind of...

The imposing aura of a king, carrying the weight of history!

Qin Feng stood on the grass, taking a deep breath to suppress the suffocating roar. What echoed in his mind wasn't Klopp's motivational speech, but rather the phrase from the Tuttosport newspaper—"Running requires a license."

Then he smiled.

"The defending champion has arrived here."

"Where is the place to get the certificate?"