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

When Messi's deep eyes met the wildly surging sea of ​​yellow and black in the South Stand, a sharp whistle blew, like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire Westfalen Stadium!

"beep--!"

"The match has begun! The second leg of the Champions League quarter-finals! Borussia Dortmund hosts Barcelona! A do-or-die final has officially started!"

He Wei's voice trembled slightly due to the deafening roar of the crowd! It wasn't just simple cheering; it was a sonic weapon, like a physical weapon, resonating from the chests of 25,000 die-hard fans, impacting every corner of the stadium wave after wave!

From the very first second of the match, Klopp's insane "asymmetric gamble" tactics were like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, stabbing fiercely into the heart of Barcelona!

Sven Bender, the "midfield mad dog" who has been completely freed from defensive constraints, is like a tireless hunting dog, launching a savage and relentless tackling on Barcelona's ball carrier!

Just two minutes into the game! Iniesta had barely received the ball in midfield when Bender pounced on him from behind like a ghost! Bang! A dull thud of muscles colliding! The Spanish midfield maestro was knocked off his feet, losing control of the ball instantly!

"Foul! This is an unequivocal foul!" the Spanish commentator roared angrily.

But the referee simply waved his hand, signaling for the game to continue! That's home advantage!

……

In the tenth minute, Dortmund launched their most dangerous attack of the game!

Qin Feng received the ball on the wing. He took a sharp step forward and, facing Alves who rushed forward immediately, used an extremely simple sudden stop and change of direction to force his way past the Brazilian!

"It's over!!!"

Byline! Cross! The ball, spinning sharply, flies towards the center of the penalty area!

Immobile leaped high, outjumping the recovering Pique, and unleashed a powerful header!

boom!

The ball slammed against the crossbar and bounced out of bounds!

"Oh no!!! It was so close!!!"

Immobile clutched his head in frustration and slammed his fist into the turf!

Seeing this, Qin Feng didn't run over to say anything. On his way back to defend, he first gave Immobile a thumbs-up, acknowledging his brilliant attack. Then, he quickly drew an arc from the inside out in front of him with his right index and middle fingers together.

— I'll pass the ball to your near post for the next ball!

Immobile saw his gesture, paused for a moment, then nodded heavily, the anxiety in his eyes subsiding considerably.

……

The match continued at a breathtaking pace.

First half, 38th minute.

Barcelona intercepted the ball in their own half, and after a quick pass through midfield, the ball reached Messi's feet!

He's started! This time, he didn't go down the flank! Instead, like a sharp scalpel, he pierced straight into the heart of Dortmund!

Sven Bender was the first to step forward! Like a bull with bloodshot eyes, he tried to take down the Argentine with a fierce tackle!

But Messi's speed was even faster than he had imagined! The ball seemed glued to his left foot! In that narrow, suffocating space, he used incredible, tiny steps to change direction, like dancing on a knife's edge! He first feinted to the right, tricking Bender into shifting his weight! Then, with the outside of his left foot, he forcefully flicked the ball in the opposite direction!

He's past! He just squeezed right past Bender!

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

Having shaken off the first barrier, Hummels rushed out from the back line, attempting to form a goal-closing formation with the tracking Bender!

But just as the double team was about to be formed!

Messi didn't even look up! His godlike perspective allowed him to spot the only gap behind Dortmund's defense! With a flick of his left foot, he delivered a precise, tearing through ball!

The ball, as if it had eyes, passed through the narrow gap between Hummels and Subotic, a gap that was only a body length wide!

"Danger!!!"

There it is! A yellow-green figure galloped up! It was Neymar!

Facing the onrushing Weidenfeller, this time he didn't choose a low shot! Instead, he opted for a delicate chip shot!

The ball passed over Weidenfeller's desperate fingertips and slowly fell into the net!

0: 1!

The final score is 1-2!

……

At that moment, the thunderous chants from the Westfalen Stadium came to an abrupt halt.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

An away goal! This means that Borussia Dortmund must score two more goals in the remaining time to advance!

This is... a near-impossible task!

Desperate situation!

The Dortmund players were not bewildered.

Their faces were filled with shock at being tricked, and an extreme sense of resentment at being driven to the brink! Reus spat angrily onto the grass, while Hummels clapped his hands forcefully, trying to wake up his still somewhat dazed teammates.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, staring intently at the back of the number 10 who was embracing and celebrating with Neymar.

Is this God?

it is good.

Let me see if God... bleeds!

Restart! Barcelona continued to pass the ball around in their own half at a leisurely pace, seemingly trying to completely kill the rhythm of the game using their most effective method.

Just then! A yellow and black figure shot out from the front like an arrow!

It's Qin Feng!

Instead of pressing Pique for possession, he made a stunning anticipation and charged directly towards Pique's next passing target—Busquets! His eyes burned with a fierce flame!

This is a silent declaration of war!

With a relentless, dog-like chase from the attacking third back to the defensive third, he declared to all his teammates and to the 100,000 Barcelona fans—

The game isn't over yet!

We haven't lost yet!

Busquets clearly hadn't expected Qin Feng to track back so deeply and so quickly! His hasty stop was a little too heavy, and Qin Feng stretched out his long leg and forcefully poked the ball away!

Although Mascherano eventually regained possession, Qin Feng's tireless counter-pressing was like a match, instantly igniting the Dortmund team's suppressed fighting spirit!

……

The last minute of first-half stoppage time.

Barcelona executed a fluid passing move, with Neymar's shot from the edge of the penalty area being brilliantly saved by Weidenfeller! Possession returned to Messi!

He wanted to launch another attack, just like before, to completely kill the game!

But this time, he was greeted by a yellow figure!

It's Sven Bender!

He was completely enraged by Qin Feng's counter-attack! He was like a mad dog that had been thoroughly provoked! His eyes were fixed on the rolling ball!

He didn't hesitate at all!

Flying! Sliding tackle!

With a desperate, clean, and decisive tackle, he snatched the ball from the Argentine's feet before Messi could change direction...

It's out in the open!

"Beautiful!!! Bender!!! A world-class defensive play!!!"

He Wei let out a heart-wrenching roar!

The ball rolled on the grass!

It rolled toward the center circle!

It rolled towards the yellow and black figure number 37 who was already waiting there!

It's Qin Feng!

He caught the ball!

The horn of counterattack suddenly sounded over Westphalia!