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

The away team's dressing room at Camp Nou.

The players slumped in their seats, breathing heavily. No one spoke; only the heavy breathing and the scratching of markers on the whiteboard filled the air.

Qin Feng pressed an ice pack firmly against his aching ankle, his eyes never leaving Klopp's grave face.

"Raise your heads, everyone!"

Klopp suddenly slammed the marker he was holding onto the ground with a loud "smack"!

"Look at the state of you all! What do you look like?! A bunch of terrified rabbits! The game has only been going on for 45 minutes! And you're already giving up?!"

He walked up to Qin Feng, bent down, and stared intently at him with eyes burning with fire.

"Kid! I know you're unhappy! I know you feel like you're locked in a cage! But this is Camp Nou! This is Barcelona!"

"Stop your damn heroism of trying to solve everything alone! You're not fighting alone!"

Klopp's finger jabbed hard into Qin Feng's chest.

"In the second half, I don't want you to try those damn one-on-one situations anymore! I want you to run! Use your damn, tireless running to tear apart their defense! Create space for Marco (Reus) and for Chiro (Immobile)!"

"Use your brain! Use your damn 'God's eye'! Find their gaps! Then, trust your teammates! Pass the ball out! Got it?!"

Qin Feng raised his head and met Klopp's gaze, which was almost spitting fire. He saw anger, resentment, and even more so, unwavering trust.

He took a deep breath and exhaled all the pent-up frustration he had been holding in for half the game.

Then he stood up and nodded heavily to Klopp.

"Understood, Coach."

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Dortmund's formation clearly contracted, and Qin Feng also gave up holding the ball, roaming, weaving, and running in a wide area of ​​the attacking third.

He turned himself into a pawn... used to draw enemy fire.

In the 52nd minute, Reus, taking advantage of Qin Feng's run in midfield, delivered a precise through ball, but Immobile's shot was brilliantly saved by Ter Stegen. This attack, like a clarion call, heralded Dortmund's counter-attack!

Enrique stood on the sidelines, his brow furrowed.

"Javier (Mascherano)! Dani (Alves)! Don't let him get going! If necessary, foul him!"

……

The tone of the match changed abruptly from that moment on.

In the 58th minute, Qin Feng attempted a cut-in near the center circle, but was pulled and dragged down from behind by Alves, who was tracking back! The referee blew the whistle for a foul, but only gave a verbal warning.

In the 63rd minute, Qin Feng was preparing to receive a pass from Reus on the wing when Mascherano made a vicious sliding tackle, bringing him and the ball down together!

"beep--!"

This time, the referee finally pulled out a yellow card for "Little Ma"!

Qin Feng got up from the grass. He glanced at the ripped hole in his shorts and the clear bloodstain on his leg, but said nothing. He simply walked silently toward the tee box.

His eyes were as cold as the night sky over Camp Nou.

He realized that simply moving his feet around was far from enough.

The Barcelona player is severing his connection with his teammates in an almost brutal way.

He has to do something...something different.

……

Sixty-ninth minute.

Barcelona launched another relentless attack.

Iniesta delivered a pinpoint through ball from midfield, attempting to find Neymar in the flank!

Just as Dortmund's defense was about to be breached!

A dark yellow figure shot out from the side like lightning!

It's Qin Feng!

He actually tracked back from the attacking midfield position all the way to the edge of his own penalty area!

He anticipated Iniesta's passing route perfectly, made a precise prediction, stretched out his right foot, and intercepted the ball securely!

"Steal! It was Qin Feng's steal!" He Wei's voice was filled with surprise. "We rarely see him get so far back on defense!"

After intercepting the ball, Qin Feng did not immediately advance forward as usual.

Busquets and Rakitic had already formed the first barrier in front of him.

He looked up, and his [God's Eye View] activated!

He no longer sought that distant, potentially fatal opening.

He saw it!

He spotted a small but absolutely safe area in front of his own full-back, Durm!

Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed with the instep of his right foot and delivered a smooth and precise diagonal pass, steadily passing the ball out!

Then, instead of stopping, he immediately turned around and ran in another direction to create space for Durm to receive the ball.

Passing the ball, positioning, receiving the ball...

At that moment, Klopp, standing on the sidelines, suddenly widened his eyes!

What Qin Feng is doing is not the job of an assault soldier!

That's a... defensive midfielder's job!

He's using Barcelona's best tactics against them!

On the field, the Barcelona players were also stunned for a moment. They did not expect that this "Lightning Boy" known for his runs and breakthroughs would suddenly play the "needlework" game.

With Qin Feng's successful defense and playmaking, the Dortmund players seemed to have found their backbone.

Instead of blindly clearing the ball with long kicks, they began to try more patient passing in the backfield.

In the 75th minute, Messi attempted a breakthrough in midfield but was double-teamed by Qin Feng and Gundogan, losing possession of the ball!

The ball is at Qin Feng's feet!

This time, he didn't pass the ball!

Because he "saw" it! The moment Barcelona's formation pushed forward, a vast grassland appeared behind their defense!

He slammed the ball forward!

It's started!

Busquets posted it immediately!

But this time, Qin Feng did not attempt to engage in a complex entanglement with him!

Just before Busquets was about to close in, he used the outside of his right foot to flick the ball forward and to the right, simultaneously completing a lightning-fast one-two with Reus, who was making a high-speed run forward!

He went around Busquets from the other side!

"It's over! A brilliant one-two pass! Qin Feng has finally broken through Busquets' defense!"

Having shaken off this most troublesome "pattern," Qin Feng finally found the space he had been longing for all day—the space to sprint!

[A long-distance raid!]

Like a cheetah freed from its shackles, he charged madly into the heart of Barcelona's territory under the watchful eyes of 100,000 people at Camp Nou!

Pique 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 the charging Pique!

He swung his right leg!

A low, tearing through ball!

The ball passed between Pique's legs!

It arrived precisely on the left side of the penalty area!

There it is!

A figure arrived on horseback!

It's Aubameyang!

Facing the attacking Ter Stegen!

Shot! To the far corner!

Swish!

1: 1!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!! AUBAMEYANG!!!"

"They've equalized!!! Dortmund have equalized!!!"

"An incredible counter-attack! The initiator of this attack was Qin Feng! After being contained for over seventy minutes, he shattered Barcelona's defense with a crucial tackle, a clever link-up play, and a deadly assist!"

"He's more than just a striker! Tonight, at Camp Nou, he showed the world his potential to be a 'hexagonal warrior'!"

After scoring, Aubameyang excitedly did a backflip and rushed towards Qin Feng, jumping directly onto his back!

Qin Feng carried him on his back and rushed towards that small yellow corner that was now erupting in thunderous cheers!

He raised his right fist high and let out a roar that suppressed the entire stadium as he faced the fans who belonged to him!