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

When Qin Feng's feet stepped onto the smooth, carpet-like grass of the Juventus Stadium, the fighting spirit that had been building up in the players' tunnel was instantly struck by a tangible wave of sound.

He took a deep breath, and the crisp winter air of Turin filled his lungs, instantly calming his brain, which was feverish from the surge of adrenaline.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over Buffon's resolute profile, past Vidal's beast-like eyes, and finally settling on the Italian legend, Pirlo, who was leisurely juggling the ball, seemingly detached from the situation.

This will be an unprecedentedly tough battle.

"beep--!"

The moment the referee blew the whistle to start the match, the entire Juventus Stadium transformed into a sophisticated and ruthless killing machine.

There was no frantic forward pressing or intense counter-attacks.

Juventus' eleven players moved forward slowly, forming a tight formation that compressed every inch of space to its limit.

A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.

"Is this... Serie A defense?"

Grand Cross attempted a one-two with Reus in midfield, but the ball was fiercely intercepted by Vidal as soon as it was passed.

Klopp watched from the sidelines with a furrowed brow.

He anticipated the match would be difficult, but he didn't expect Allegri's Juventus to take the art of "defense" to such an appalling level.

Their defense wasn't just about positioning; it was a net.

A formidable defensive net, with Vidal and Pogba sweeping wildly through the midfield, the "BBC" backline providing coordinated protection, and legendary goalkeeper Buffon guarding the goal!

The seventh minute of the match.

Qin Feng received the ball for the first time on the wing.

This was the first time he had a chance to receive the ball in a relatively open area since the start of the game.

He was just about to start!

boom!

A dull thud of muscles colliding!

It was Chiellini, who rammed into him from the side and behind like a truck!

This Italian iron-willed defender actually abandoned his center-back position and rushed up to the wing! His face was expressionless, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, as if to say, "This is the penalty area, kid."

Qin Feng staggered from the impact, losing control of the ball instantly! Meanwhile, Bonucci had silently appeared in the ball's path, easily taking possession and launching a counter-attack with a precise long pass.

Textbook-perfect zone defense!

Qin Feng got up from the grass, rubbed his sore shoulder, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

He finally understood what the pre-race comment, "There is no corridor prepared for runners," meant.

His speed was no match for this huge net; he didn't even have a chance to get off the ground!

……

Juventus firmly controlled the pace of the game.

Like an experienced boxer, they didn't rush to knock out their opponents, but instead used repeated physical confrontations and precise defense to constantly wear down the spirit and stamina of Dortmund's young players.

Thirteenth minute.

Dortmund made a mistake in their own half!

Vidal intercepted the ball in midfield!

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly passed the ball to the "beast" in front of him—Carlos Tevez!

The Argentine striker received the ball, turned, and, facing Subotic's defense, unleashed an unreasonable burst of speed!

He was like a tireless bull, forcefully squeezing past Subotic!

On the edge of the penalty area!

Facing the onrushing Weidenfeller!

Explosive Shot!

The ball, like a cannonball, slammed into the near corner of the goal!

1: 0!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!! TÉVEZ!!!"

The entire Juventus Stadium exploded instantly!

The black and white ocean surged with towering waves!

The Dortmund players stood there, bewildered. Their pride and passion, their aggressive drives, seemed utterly powerless before the cold, indifferent Italian machine.

Klopp stood on the sidelines, his face ashen, but unusually, he didn't roar.

He knew that at this point, any tactical adjustments would be of little use.

Now, the test is on the hearts of his young champions.

……

During halftime, the locker room was deathly silent.

Klopp didn't get angry; he simply drew a circle on the tactics board.

"In the second half, Qin, move back even further. Draw them out! We don't need possession; we need that one and only opportunity behind them after they attack!"

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

As Klopp predicted, Dortmund's formation was indeed a retreat.

Qin Feng even retreated to a position almost like a defensive midfielder, which left Vidal, who had been closely marking him, somewhat at a loss.

In the 51st minute, Qin Feng attempted a counter-attack, but his attempt was cleanly thwarted by the combined efforts of Chiellini and Vidal. Chiellini simply used his body to lean on Qin Feng, causing him to lose his balance.

In the 58th minute, Reus' long-range shot from the edge of the penalty area was easily saved by Buffon. The Italian goalkeeper barely moved his position, simply opening his arms as if to receive a back pass from a teammate.

Time slipped away second by second amidst the torment.

Dortmund is like a small boat trapped in a stormy sea, in danger of being swallowed up at any moment.

……

The match ended in the 62nd minute.

Juventus launched a very dangerous attack! Pirlo's long pass found Lichtsteiner making a run down the wing, whose cross was bravely headed away by Hummels!

The ball fell towards the midfield!

It's now!

Klopp suddenly punched the ball on the sidelines!

Juventus' formation was briefly thrown into disarray by this deep attack!

After retreating to a very deep position, Qin Feng finally managed to secure the second landing point before Pogba could!

He just thawed the ball with his chest!

Two black and white figures, like two giant iron pincers, suddenly closed in from his front and back!

Ahead of us is Vidal, like a mad dog!

Behind him stood the tall and imposing Pogba!

They formed a perfect pincer movement! Qin Feng was trapped in the middle, with no room to even turn around!

"Oh no! We're about to concede a goal!" the commentator exclaimed.

The Juventus fans in the stands were ready to cheer for this brilliant tackle!

Right there in that suffocating encirclement!

Qin Feng's brain went blank!

[God's-eye view], now open!

He scanned frantically, searching for that one and only way out!

No! No! Still no!

Juventus' defense is retreating at high speed, their formation resembling a tightening fishing net, blocking all possible passing routes!

Just a moment before he was completely swallowed up!

He "saw" it!

He saw that Vidal shifted his center of gravity inward for a mere 0.2 seconds to prevent him from turning towards the middle!

That's not a gap!

That was just... an opportunity to take a gamble!

Take a gamble!

Qin Feng's body made a move that shocked the entire world!

He didn't try to turn around, nor did he try to pass the ball!

The instant Vidal's center of gravity shifted, he exerted force with his supporting leg, his body bracing against Pogba's push from behind, while simultaneously shoving the ball forward with his right foot!

The ball and the player have passed each other!

An unreasonable human-ball pass!

"court death!"

Vidal roared and immediately stretched out his leg to intercept!

But it was that 0.2 seconds of shift in his center of gravity that slowed him down!

The ball grazed his cleats and rolled past him with a narrow escape!

Qin Feng, relying on his explosive power, like a cheetah breaking free of its shackles, forcefully squeezed through the almost non-existent gap between Vidal and Pogba...

They squeezed their way out!

"It's over!!! He's over!!!"

He forced his way through the two men who were surrounding him!!!

The commentator let out an incredulous roar!

Having torn off the first shackle, Qin Feng finally found the space he had longed for all this time—the space to sprint!

[A long-distance raid!]

He slammed the ball forward, his leg muscles unleashing terrifying power!

Juventus' midfield defense has been completely torn apart!

Bonucci, the elegant defensive master, rushed out from the back line, trying to intercept the yellow and black lightning bolt midway!

But Qin Feng didn't slow down at all!

Facing Bonucci charging towards him!

He slammed the ball forward with his right foot!

Then, use your left foot to push forward!

Another one-two pass!

A high-speed sprint, a ball-passing maneuver brimming with explosive power and perfect coordination!

He swept past Bonucci like an invincible sword!

"The second one!!! He went past again!!!"

Having shaken off Bonucci, only one last barrier remained in his path—Chiellini!

The Italian "Coconut" had a cold look in his eyes. He was not flustered at all and accurately blocked Qin Feng's inside cut, forcing him to continue along the side lane!

On the edge of the penalty area!

Just when everyone thought Qin Feng would choose to cross the ball!

He swung his right leg!

At almost zero angle!

A sprint and a shot!

This is Kaka's most iconic and unreasonable way of ending the game!

boom!

A loud bang!

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

It's spinning! It's whistling!

It slammed into the far corner of the goal!

Swish!

The net is tumbling wildly!

……

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The entire Juventus Stadium fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards...

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!! QIN!!! QIN!!! QIN!!!"

From that small, yellow corner, a heart-wrenching roar erupted!

"Goal! Goal! It's tied!!"

"He single-handedly breached Juventus's concrete defense!"

"At the moment when the team needed a hero the most! He is the hero!"

After scoring, Qin Feng could no longer hold on.

He knelt on the ground, his hands braced against the grass, panting heavily, his jersey soaked with sweat.

He won.

……

Ultimately, the score remained 1-1 until the final whistle.

When the final whistle blows.

Qin Feng was preparing to go with his teammates to thank the fans who had come from afar.

A figure slowly walked up to him.

It's Andrea Pirlo.

The legendary Italian midfielder looked at the young man before him, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes—admiration and感慨 (a mix of emotions, including regret and reflection).

He did not offer to exchange jerseys.

He simply reached out and gently patted Qin Feng's shoulder.

"I haven't seen anyone in years manage to break free from Vidal and Paul (Pogba)'s double-team."

His voice had a unique husky quality.

"Young man, your speed reminds me of my time in Milan."

After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked into the players' tunnel, leaving behind the boos and the small cheers.