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

The training matches have resumed.

This time, the atmosphere on the field clearly changed.

After the starting team kicked off, Lewandowski glanced back at Qin Feng's position before passing the ball back.

The look in his eyes was no longer one of unfamiliarity, but rather one of inquiry and seriousness.

Hummels and Subotic were also positioned more closely than before, clearly indicating that they would no longer give Qin Feng as much space to sprint.

Meanwhile, the substitutes were greatly encouraged.

The most obvious manifestation of this was that they began to consciously search for Qin Feng.

The match has reached the tenth minute.

Captain Kehl made a brilliant tackle in midfield, dispossessing Gundogan.

His first action after getting up was to look up and search for Qin Feng.

Trust is being quietly built up with every pass of the ball.

The moment Qin Feng received the ball, he felt the pressure.

The starting right-back, Polish veteran Lukas Piszczek, stuck to him like glue, giving him no space to turn around.

Piszczek is one of the top full-backs in the Bundesliga, known for his tough style and extensive experience.

He was clearly annoyed that an 18-year-old had just scored after a long run and a goal, and this defensive move was tinged with hostility.

While pressing his body against Qin Feng, he whispered something in his ear:

"Kid, this is Westphalia, not your Madrid playground. That kind of lucky goal won't happen again."

Not only that, he also subtly nudged Qin Feng's lower back with his knee.

This is a "show of force" from an experienced player to a newcomer—a small trick that won't be called by the referee, but can definitely make you feel pain.

Despite this level of physical confrontation and trash talk, Qin Feng remained remarkably calm.

He knew this was yet another test for him. If he backed down here, he would never be able to hold his head high in the locker room again.

He leaned against Piszczek, using his body to firmly protect the ball, while keeping an eye on Aubameyang, who was making a rapid run down the wing, out of the corner of his eye.

Instead of going head-to-head with the veteran, he pulled the ball back with the sole of his foot, followed by a skillful backheel flick!

The ball passed precisely between Piszczek's legs and found the outstretched midfielder Sahin.

"nice shot!"

Sahin exclaimed in admiration and passed the ball back without stopping it.

Qin Feng immediately started moving after passing the ball, completely shaking off Piszczek's defense.

The situation was instantly turned around!

Although the attack was ultimately cleared by Hummels' long kick, Qin Feng had already responded to Piszczek's provocation with his actions.

He's not just a reckless player who only knows how to dribble.

Klopp, standing on the sidelines, had an even wider smile on his face.

He enjoys this kind of confrontation.

Flowers grown in a greenhouse cannot survive in his team.

……

For the next ten minutes or so, the matchup between Qin Feng and Piszczek became a unique spectacle on the field.

Piszczek kept harassing Qin Feng with small gestures, trying to provoke him.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, repeatedly broke through the opponent's defense with concise and efficient passes and runs.

The match has reached the 25th minute.

The substitutes launched another counterattack.

This time, the ball reached Aubameyang's feet.

Gabon's "Lightning" raced down the flank, drawing Piszczek's attention.

Just when everyone thought he was going to cross from the byline, Aubameyang suddenly stopped and passed the ball across to the middle.

There, Qin Feng appeared silently in the open space.

"here we go again!"

Piszczek's heart tightened, and he immediately abandoned Aubameyang, turning around and frantically rushing towards Qin Feng.

He absolutely refused to allow the same kid to breach the right flank he was guarding twice in a row!

Seeing Piszczek charging towards him menacingly, Qin Feng's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

It's you again? Looks like you won't learn your lesson unless I teach you a lesson.

The thought flashed through his mind.

Instead of slowing down, he charged straight at Piszczek!

"court death!"

Piszczek sneered inwardly upon seeing this. He had thought the kid was going to pull some trick, but it turned out he wanted to confront him head-on.

He seized the opportunity, lowered his body, spread his legs, and prepared to make a standard and fierce interception move to steal the ball.

But just a fraction of a second before they were about to collide!

With an extremely light touch, Qin Feng's right foot gently poked the high-speed rolling football to the right front!

The timing, angle, and force were all exquisitely perfect!

The football obediently rolled between Piszczek's outstretched legs!

Crotch puncture!

Qin Feng, on the other hand, used his terrifying explosive power and physical flexibility to bypass Piszczek's left side like a gust of wind!

A textbook example of a nutmeg pass during a high-speed sprint!

"WOOOW!!!"

The players on the substitutes' bench erupted in a cacophony of exclamations!

Assistant coach Buvac couldn't help but stand up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This was even more visually impactful than the long run that led to the first goal!

It perfectly blends speed, skill, and courage!

This is Kaka's most classic way of dribbling past opponents!

Having completed this humiliating dribble, Qin Feng now had open space ahead of him.

But he didn't continue taking care of him.

Because he saw that the figure wearing the number 9 jersey had run to the most dangerous position.

Lewandowski!

Qin Feng didn't try to take credit for himself. The moment he landed and adjusted his center of gravity, he delivered a precise through ball!

The ball pierced the last line of defense and landed comfortably at Lewandowski's feet.

The Polish striker didn't even need to adjust; he simply took the shot and scored in one fell swoop!

2-0!

After scoring, Lewandowski did not celebrate.

He turned around, walked straight to Qin Feng, and gave him a big thumbs up.

In his eyes, there was pure appreciation and approval.

Qin Feng responded with a smile.

He knew that from this moment on, he had already begun to earn the respect of this future World Footballer of the Year.

However, the harmonious atmosphere was soon shattered.

"Hey! Is this how you fucking play football?"

An angry voice rang out.

It's Piszczek.

The Polish veteran leaped to his feet and rushed to Qin Feng, his face flushed red.

That nutmeg dribble he just made was a blatant humiliation for him!

"Kid, I'm warning you, stop with your flashy tricks! This is Dortmund, not a circus!"

He pointed at Qin Feng's chest with his finger, spitting almost onto his face.

His veteran authority in the locker room made him accustomed to disciplining newcomers in this way.

Before Qin Feng could speak, another voice interrupted.

"Lucas! Who the hell are you yelling at?"

It's Grosskreutz, the "Grand Cross"!

He rushed forward and stood directly between Qin Feng and Piszczek.

"If you can't defend yourself, why blame others for using too flashy moves?"

"If you're so capable, win back your pride on the field, don't fucking try to show off to a kid! Aren't you ashamed of yourself!"

As a native of Dortmund, Großkreutz holds a very special position within the team.

He can joke with anyone, and he dares to turn against anyone.

He represents the purest spirit of the South Stand—our people are only to be bullied by ourselves!

"Kevin! This is none of your business!" Piszczek was surprised that the Grand Cross would stand up for this newcomer, and his face darkened even more.

"How can this not be my business? He's wearing the same color clothes as us, he's my brother!" Grand Cross refused to back down.

The atmosphere on the field instantly became tense and confrontational.

Reus watched the scene with great interest from a short distance away, while Hummels shook his head helplessly, clearly unfazed by such sights.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you!"

On the sidelines, Klopp's roar exploded like thunder.

"Instead of arguing, save your energy for extra training with the strength and conditioning coach! Everyone, keep playing!"

The conflict was temporarily quelled only after the head coach spoke up.

Piszczek glared fiercely at Qin Feng, then turned and ran back to his seat.

……

The training match ended with a score of 3-1.

Qin Feng contributed two assists and one goal, dominating all of the substitutes' goals.

He captivated everyone present with a near-perfect performance.

Evening, in the changing room.

The players gathered in twos and threes to shower and change clothes, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than during training.

Piszczek had already left, clearly still angry about what happened on the field.

Qin Feng sat quietly in his corner, silently packing his things.

Just then, Grosskreutz, the "Grand Cross," walked over shirtless, carrying two towels.

He tossed one of them to Qin Feng.

"Hey kid, ignore that old codger." Big Cross grinned. "You played well today, like a real Dortmund player!"

"You were acting like a real man on the field just now!"

He patted Qin Feng's shoulder forcefully.

"Any plans for tonight? If not, come with me to the South City Tavern for a drink, it's on me!"

"Let me introduce you to a few true Dortmund die-hards!"

After the conflict on the field, the significance of this invitation has become completely different.

This is no longer a simple social event, but a ceremony to "welcome you to join our trenches".

"I..." Qin Feng was about to say that he was underage and could not drink alcohol.

"Don't fucking tell me you can't drink!" Grand Cross seemed to read his mind. "In Germany, sixteen-year-olds can drink beer! You're eighteen, a man!"

"Besides, we have to drink tonight! For the brothers!"

Seeing the irresistible enthusiasm of the Grand Cross, Qin Feng smiled.

"Okay, I'll go."

"That's more like it!" The Grand Cross patted him on the shoulder again with satisfaction. "Remember, here, we're all brothers!"

Not far away, Captain Kyle, who was wiping his sneakers, also noticed this scene.

He smiled and nodded at Qin Feng.

That look in his eyes was the most direct affirmation of Qin Feng's courage to perform on the field, his proper handling off the field, and the team atmosphere of his teammates standing up for him.

Mkhitaryan, sitting on the other side, watched all of this silently.

His heart was filled with mixed feelings.