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

1-1! The final score is 2-2! The two teams have been brought back to the same starting line!

The game restarted, and Barcelona seemed to have lost their rhythm because of that goal, while the Dortmund players, like a group of sharks that had smelled blood, launched an even more frantic attack on Barcelona's defense.

……

Sixty-eighth minute.

Klopp made a move.

He stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, watching the suffocating stalemate on the field, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He turned around and waved to Mkhitaryan on the bench.

Then, the fourth official's sign was raised.

The red number is Sven Bender's number, and the green number is Mkhitaryan's number.

"My God!!!" He Wei jumped up from his seat, his voice trembling with shock! "Klopp! He really did it! He took off the team's only defensive midfielder!"

"Qin Feng, Reus, Gündoğan, Mkhitaryan! Four number 10s! The Four Little Swans! He's going to use this most insane attacking formation in the last twenty minutes to completely outmaneuver Barcelona!!!"

This substitution is like pouring a bucket of gasoline on a raging fire!

The entire Westfalen Stadium descended into utter madness!

……

The match entered its most brutal and open physical battle!

Dortmund's four sharp knives, like four yellow and black lightning bolts, frantically weave, run, and switch positions in the attacking third!

In the 72nd minute, Reus played a one-two with Qin Feng on the left wing, who had cut inside, and then unleashed a long-range shot, which Ter Stegen made a brilliant save!

In the 75th minute, Barcelona launched a quick counter-attack! Messi delivered a pinpoint through ball from midfield, finding Suarez in the flank! The Uruguayan broke into the penalty area and unleashed a powerful shot, which was blocked by Weidenfeller's body!

The two sides went back and forth, and every attack and defense was so fast that it was breathtaking!

……

The match is in its 80th minute.

Barcelona attempted to cool things down by controlling possession, and the ball was passed to their midfield maestro, Busquets.

But this time, he was greeted by two figures in yellow and black!

It's Gündoğan and Mkhitaryan, who just came on!

Klopp's "meat grinder counterattack" tactic was brought to its fullest potential at this moment!

The two players, with relentless and frantic pressing, like two hungry wolves, relentlessly pinned down Busquets! The Spaniard mishandled the ball, and Gundogan, before falling to the ground, used his last ounce of strength to poke the ball towards the wing!

"Interception!!! Dortmund has a chance!!!"

The ball rolled towards Qin Feng!

At that moment, everyone in the entire Westfalen Stadium stood up from their seats!

Because they saw it! With Barcelona's two holding midfielders, Busquets and Mascherano, tied up in the middle, a vast, one-on-one zone was created on Dortmund's left flank, a zone that would leave any full-back feeling hopeless!

Qin Feng VS Dani Alves!

This is the ultimate showdown between speed and experience!

Qin Feng received the ball! Without the slightest hesitation, he slammed the ball forward! He started moving!

Alves, the experienced Brazilian full-back, did not rush forward to intercept, but instead kept retreating, trying to use space to slow down Qin Feng's speed and wait for his teammates to return to defend!

But he underestimated Qin Feng's determination!

Just before the two were about to enter the restricted area, Qin Feng's body suddenly swayed dramatically to the left!

"Cut inside!" The thought flashed through Alves' mind instantly, and his body instinctively moved inward to block!

But it was this one moment!

A pendulum jumper!

Just as Alves shifted his weight, he flicked the ball sharply in the opposite direction with the outside of his right foot!

It's over!

He used a brilliant and deadly move to shake off one of the world's best right-backs!

"The duel was a success!!!"

They've broken into the restricted area!

Only one obstacle remained before him—Gerald Pick!

Facing the charging Pique, Qin Feng didn't pass the ball again! He didn't even glance at the goal!

At almost zero angle! He swung his right leg!

Slight angle! Explosive shot!

boom!

A loud bang!

The ball, like a yellow cannonball, tore through the air!

Ter Stegen's face was filled with shock! He stretched out his arm with all his might, but his fingertips could only feel the strong wind brought up by the ball cutting through the air!

The ball, between him and the near post, through that theoretically impossible gap that was only half the width of a football...

They squeezed in by sheer force!

It slammed hard into the side netting of the goal!

Swish!

……

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The entire Westfalenstadion fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards...

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Goal!!! Goal!!! In the 80th minute of the match!!! Qin Feng!!!"

He Wei clutched his head and let out an incredulous, dreamlike roar!

"2-1!!! Dortmund has taken the lead!!! 3-2 on aggregate!!!"

"A...a decisive one-on-one! An unstoppable, low-angle shot! Under Klopp's most extravagant tactical gamble, Qin Feng, with the purest form of football, delivered the most lethal blow!"

"He is the King of Westvalon!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng charged wildly towards the south stand!

He didn't make any further celebratory gestures! He simply stood in front of the "yellow wall of people" who were completely frenzied for him, opened his arms, and roared to the sky!

Let the enormous roar, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, completely engulf him!

The Barcelona players were completely devastated.

Iniesta stood with his hands on his hips, shaking his head and muttering something to himself.

Their proud football philosophy was shattered at this moment by the most primal and pure passion and speed!

……

Finally, when the final whistle blew.

The scoreboard was frozen at that number that shocked the entire football world.

2: 1!

Borussia Dortmund, at home, staged a thrilling comeback to eliminate the seemingly invincible Barcelona and advance proudly to the Champions League semi-finals!

Klopp was the first to rush onto the field! He opened his arms and ran wildly across the grass, embracing one by one his players who were exhausted and collapsed on the ground!

Qin Feng braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. He stared at the frenzied yellow and black world before him, the only sound the pounding of his own heartbeat filling his ears.

Just then, a figure slowly walked up to him.

It's Lionel Messi.

The King of Camp Nou looked at the young man before him, and in his deep eyes there was no longer the pain of defeat, but only a pure appreciation and admiration for a worthy opponent.

He didn't say anything, but silently took off his red and blue number 10 jersey and handed it over.

Qin Feng paused for a moment, then took off his sweat-soaked yellow and black jersey.

"Nice kick, kid."

Messi took the jersey and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice with a hint of Argentine accent.

"The future is yours."

After saying that, he patted Qin Feng on the shoulder forcefully, then turned around, draped the yellow and black number 37 jersey over his shoulder, and slowly walked into the player tunnel, leaving the cheers and the frenzied yellow and black world behind.

Two battle robes, symbols of royal power, were silently handed over under the dazzling night sky of Westphalia.