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

While Klopp's crude "Fuck it!" was still echoing in the restaurant, a media storm sweeping across Europe had already pushed Dortmund and Barcelona to the center of the storm.

The world's attention is focused on these two teams, which represent two extreme attacking philosophies in modern football.

Was it Klopp's "high-pressure" and "lightning counterattack" that were more devastating?

Or is Enrique's "Tiki-Taka" and "MSN" combination more invincible?

All the suspense points to one ultimate question—

When "Yellow Lightning" Qin Feng meets "King of Camp Nou" Messi, who is the sharpest blade on this planet?

……

Two weeks later, Barcelona, ​​RCMP Airport.

As the entire Borussia Dortmund team emerged from the VIP tunnel, they were greeted by a tidal wave of media reporters from around the world. Flashbulbs blared wildly, so bright they were almost blinding.

"Qin! What are your thoughts on the upcoming showdown with Messi? Some say it's a preview of the Ballon d'Or!"

"Mr. Klopp! Do you think Dortmund has a chance to win at Camp Nou? Historically, German teams haven't had a very good record here!"

"Reus! Is your defense ready against MSN?"

Cameras and microphones were practically shoved in the players' faces, and questions in various languages ​​created a cacophony of noise.

Qin Feng, wearing headphones, followed the team forward without looking to the side. His face was expressionless, but his heart was pounding faster with each call of "Messi."

He looked up, his gaze passing through the airport's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, towards the azure sky of Barcelona bathed in Mediterranean sunlight. This city, from Gaudi's fantastical architecture to the bustling crowds of La Rambla, exuded a romantic atmosphere of art and football, completely different from the industrial cities of Germany.

The temple called Camp Nou, like a lurking beast, quietly awaited these challengers who had traveled from afar.

……

The atmosphere was already tense at the pre-match press conference.

Barcelona manager Luis Enrique, a Spaniard known for his toughness and confidence, gave a meaningful smile when asked a question by a reporter.

"Dortmund is a very good team, their counter-attacking speed is impressive." He paused, then changed the subject, his eyes sharpening, "We respect Qin Feng's speed, without a doubt, he is one of the fastest players on the planet."

"but……"

He deliberately drew out his voice, making all the reporters prick up their ears.

"In Camp Nou, space is defined by us."

These words, broadcast live, reached the entire world. It wasn't just a simple tactical analysis; it was a challenge from the "cosmic team," brimming with absolute confidence and dominance!

In another press conference room, Klopp heard the reporter's account.

Instead of responding with exaggerated words as usual, he simply grinned, revealing his signature, slightly manic smile.

He's right.

Klopp's answer stunned everyone.

"In Camp Nou, space is indeed defined by them. But for us..."

He leaned forward slightly, staring at the camera below the stage, and said, word by word:

"...We're here to create space."

……

On the night of the match.

Camp Nou Stadium.

As Qin Feng followed the team out of the narrow, dimly lit player tunnel and stepped onto the grass, he was utterly stunned by the sight before him.

It was a vast, boundless vortex of red and blue, formed by 100,000 fans! The chant of "Cant del Barça" swept in from all directions like a tidal wave, violently impacting the eardrums and hearts of every Dortmund player!

That wasn't the pure, aggressive roar of Westfallen; it was... a kingly aura carrying the weight of history!

Qin Feng stood in the middle of the grass, taking a deep breath to suppress the almost suffocating roar. He raised his head, his gaze passing through the dazzling lights, and landed on the short figure opposite him, wearing the number 10 jersey, who was leisurely juggling the ball.

Lionel Messi.

It felt like a pilgrimage. But in Qin Feng's eyes, there was no trace of worship, only a boiling fighting spirit!

"beep--!"

The referee's whistle was almost drowned out by the huge roar!

"The match has begun! The first leg of the Champions League quarter-finals! Barcelona hosts Borussia Dortmund! A historic clash has officially kicked off!"

From the start of the match, Dortmund felt that suffocating dominance.

The ball seemed to be under a spell, passing around at a dazzling pace under the midfield trio of Xavi, Iniesta, and Busquets. One-touch passes, triangular passes, runs and support... Dortmund's proud "high pressing" appeared so pale and powerless in the face of this precise Tiki-Taka machine.

The players were like a swarm of headless flies, running frantically but barely touching the ball. Every seemingly imminent interception was thwarted by a casual, premature pass from the opponent.

What alarmed Klopp even more was Enrique's tactical arrangements.

Sergio Busquets, the midfield maestro known as the "filter for football ignoramuses," has been following Qin Feng around like a shadow since the very first second of the match!

He wasn't aggressive, didn't break the rules, and rarely made physical contact. But he was like a mathematician proficient in spatial geometry, always appearing half a step ahead of Qin Feng on the path he most wanted to turn around on and accelerate, nipping all possibilities in the bud in the bud with the simplest and most economical method!

In the twelfth minute, Qin Feng, having retreated to midfield, finally received a pass from Gündoğan. Just as he prepared to start his run, Busquets, like a ghost, closed in from his side and behind!

Qin Feng tried to lean on his opponent and force a turn! But Busquets' seemingly weak body was as stable as a rock! He simply used an extremely clever lateral pressure to make Qin Feng lose his balance! The ball at his feet was easily intercepted by Iniesta, who was covering on the other side.

A perfect, textbook example of coordinated zone defense!

Qin Feng got up from the grass, spat fiercely, and a hint of unprecedented irritation flashed in his eyes.

He was like a cheetah locked in a cage, possessing immense strength but without even a chance to take a running start!

……

28th minute.

The deadlock has been broken!

Messi receives the ball on the right wing! Facing a double-team from Schmelzer and Hummels!

He started it!

No one could see his movements! The ball seemed glued to his left foot!

In that narrow, suffocating space, he used incredible, tiny steps to change direction, as if dancing on a knife's edge! He first made a feint towards the inside, tricking Schmelzer into shifting his weight, and then suddenly flicked the ball towards the baseline with the outside of his left foot!

He squeezed through the gap between the two of them!

"It's over!!! Messi's over!!!"

The bottom line! Facing Subotic's cover, Messi didn't even look up, gently flicking his left foot to deliver a brilliant triangular cross!

The ball bypassed everyone and landed precisely in the center of the penalty area!

There it is! A yellow-green figure galloped up on horseback!

It's Neymar!

Facing an open goal, he easily slotted the ball into the net!

1-0!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!! NEYMAR!!!"

"Neymar!!! He opened the scoring for Barcelona! The attack was initiated by Messi! An unstoppable, god-like individual performance! He single-handedly tore apart Dortmund's entire defense!"

The entire Camp Nou stadium exploded instantly! A sea of ​​red and blue erupted, creating towering waves!

The Dortmund players stood there, somewhat bewildered. Their pride and passion, their aggressive drives, seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of this cold, unyielding machine.

Klopp paced anxiously back and forth on the sidelines, constantly roaring as he tried to convey his will to his players on the field.

"Get back on defense! Collapse! Don't give them space!"

Dortmund did not collapse after conceding the goal. Fueled by Klopp's roar, they steadied themselves and began to compensate for their technical shortcomings with even more tenacious running.

In the 36th minute, Hummels made a crucial interception! He passed the ball to Gundogan, who immediately launched a long pass, finding Qin Feng roaming in the attacking third!

This was Dortmund's first and only decent fast counter-attack since the start of the game!

Qin Feng received the ball!

But just a second before he could start, Busquets' close-range interference arrived as expected!

"Oh shit!"

Qin Feng cursed angrily. He didn't try to turn around again. Instead, just before he lost his balance, he used all his strength to pass the ball across to Reus, who was following up in the middle!

Reus met the ball and, without stopping it, unleashed a long-range shot!

The ball, like a yellow cannonball, carrying the Dortmund team's unwillingness, whistled towards Barcelona's goal!

Goalkeeper Ter Stegen made a diving save to the side, barely managing to touch the ball with his fingertips!

boom!

The ball slammed into the post and bounced out of bounds!

"Oh dear! What a pity!" He Wei let out a huge sigh. "That was Dortmund's best chance in the first half! Reus's shot was just a hair's breadth away!"

Although they didn't score, this counter-attack was like cracking a small fissure in an impenetrable iron house. It told Barcelona, ​​and the world—Dortmund's lightning strikes are still deadly!

"Beep! Beep—!"

When the whistle blew to end the first half.

Qin Feng dragged his heavy steps toward the players' tunnel. He kept his head down, sweat dripping from his chin.

He could feel the scrutinizing, slightly pitying gazes from the 100,000 people above the stands, like needles pricking his back.

His fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

That wasn't helplessness, nor was it confusion.

It was a kind of... utterly enraged, extreme resentment!

He couldn't understand it, but he had to! There must be a way! There must be a way to break free from this cage!

He looked up at the dim lights at the end of the players' tunnel, and in those eyes that always burned with fire, an impending storm was brewing.

The first half was yours.

But in the second half...

Let's wait and see!