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

The sky over Seoul was as gloomy as a sponge soaked with water.

A light drizzle had been falling since the afternoon, making the grass at the Seoul World Cup Stadium somewhat slippery. The rain pattered against the roof, creating a loud, suffocating sound that mingled with the deafening cheers from the stands.

"Republic of Korea! Victory is certain!"

The stadium was filled with red-clad South Korean fans, who waved inflatable batons and chanted rhythmically, trying to overwhelm the visiting Chinese team with their momentum.

……

"beep--!"

With the referee's whistle, the first round of the World Cup qualifiers, the China-South Korea match, officially began!

As expected before the match, the South Korean team took advantage of their home field and launched a relentless attack from the very beginning! Son Heung-min remained an unstoppable force on the left flank, using the slippery pitch to repeatedly use his speed to attack Zhang Linpeng's defense.

But the Chinese team didn't retreat like they usually do. In the fifth minute, Qin Feng received the ball in midfield and, facing Ki Sung-yueng's pressure, initiated a counter-attack with a deft backheel flick. Gao Lin's header grazed the post and went wide!

This warning shot caused the South Korean team to slightly reduce their offensive momentum.

However, the high-intensity competition and slippery field pose a huge test to the veterans' physical fitness.

Fifteenth minute.

A South Korean counter-attack. Son Heung-min dribbled the ball at high speed down the wing, attempting a forced cut inside! The 36-year-old Zheng Zhi, gritting his teeth, slid in from the side and behind, precisely clearing the ball out of play!

But as he stood up, he staggered, clutching the back of his thigh and wincing in pain. Rain streamed down his face, indistinguishable between sweat and rain.

"Zheng Zhi... seems to be feeling unwell." He Wei's voice was filled with worry.

The game continued, but it was clear to everyone that Zheng Zhi's running had become noticeably slower, and with each sprint and turn, a look of pain would flash across his face.

28th minute.

Tragedy struck. Taking advantage of Zheng Zhi's limited mobility, Son Heung-min dribbled laterally on the edge of the penalty area and, seizing that fleeting opening, unleashed a sudden, powerful shot!

The ball plummeted downwards, heading straight for the corner!

boom!

1-0! South Korea takes the lead!

After conceding the goal, Zheng Zhi could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the grass. He pounded the ground fiercely, his eyes filled with resentment.

After the team doctor examined the player, he gestured for a substitution towards the bench. The veteran captain had fought to the last bullet.

Before leaving the field, Zheng Zhi took off the captain's armband, which was soaked by the rain. With trembling hands, he put it on Qin Feng's left arm.

"Fengzi..." the old captain's voice was a little hoarse, "I'm leaving it to you."

Looking into the old captain's eyes, which were filled with trust and reluctance, Qin Feng nodded solemnly and squeezed the cold hand tightly.

"Don't worry, Zhi-ge."

Qin Feng did not shout or yell.

He put on his armband, ran to the back line, grabbed the somewhat flustered Zhang Linpeng, pointed to Son Heung-min's position, and made a "close marking" gesture; then he ran to the midfield, patted Wu Xi on the shoulder, and signaled him to pay attention to protecting the top of the penalty arc.

That calm and composure acted like a stabilizing force, instantly stabilizing the team's somewhat panicked state.

……

The game has restarted.

Thirty-fifth minute.

Qin Feng received the ball near the center circle. Facing a double-team from two South Korean players, he didn't rush to pass the ball, but patiently protected it, turned, and observed the situation.

[God's-eye view], now open!

Through the rain, everything on the field became crystal clear to him. He "saw" it! Due to the South Korean team's aggressive forward formation, a large open area had appeared behind their right flank! And Wu Lei was right on the edge of the offside line, ready to launch his attack at any moment!

Without any hesitation!

Qin Feng, sandwiched between the two, delivered a powerful long pass over the top with the outside of his left foot!

The ball drew a beautiful rainbow in the air, soaring over the heads of all the South Korean defenders and landing precisely in Wu Lei's path of attack!

"Offside trap broken!!! Wu Lei!!! One-on-one opportunity!!!"

Wu Lei surged forward at high speed, facing the onrushing goalkeeper Kim Seung-gyu! This time, he didn't contemplate life! He remembered what Qin Feng had told him before the match: "When the ball arrives, just shoot."

He unleashed a powerful shot!

boom!

The ball slipped under Kim Seung-gyu's arm and slammed into the net!

1: 1!

"Goal! Goal! China has tied the score!"

After scoring, Wu Lei sprinted towards Qin Feng, and the two embraced tightly in the rain! Qin Feng whispered in his ear, "Good shot! Keep running like that, they can't stop you!"

……

In the second half, the rain intensified. The match devolved into a brutal physical battle.

Sixty-fifth minute.

China was awarded a free kick in an excellent position in the attacking third. It was 28 meters from the goal, slightly to the left. This was a golden area for right-footed players.

Qin Feng, holding the ball, walked to the free-throw line.

He wiped the rain off his face with his jersey, then carefully placed the ball. With the air vent facing down, the ball stood firmly on the grass.

Take three steps back.

Take a deep breath.

He looked at the wall of five South Korean players and at goalkeeper Kim Seung-gyu, who stood on the goal line with a tense expression.

Rain dripped from his hair, but his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on the upper right corner of the goal.

That's an absolute blind spot in theory.

"beep--!"

The whistle blew.

Qin Feng starts! Take off!

His body tilted sharply, almost parallel to the ground, and his right instep slammed into the lower middle part of the ball!

boom!

A dull, powerful impact pierced through the rain!

The ball soared into the air and flew over the heads of the wall of players!

It spun intensely, drawing a strange arc in the air! At first, it flew very high, seemingly about to fly over the crossbeam, but after reaching its highest point, the ball seemed to be pressed down hard by an invisible hand!

Plunging at breakneck speed!

Leaf ball!

Kim Seung-gyu dived to the side, his body stretching out to its fullest extent in the air, but his fingertips were still half a meter away from the ball!

Swish!

The ball slammed into the net, splashing up a white spray!

2: 1!

"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"A world-class goal!!! Absolutely from the corner!!! Qin Feng!!! With an unstoppable free kick, he has taken the lead!!!"

He Wei's voice became hoarse with excitement!

Qin Feng did not celebrate wildly after scoring the goal.

He simply stood there, arms outstretched, head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the cold rain lash his face.

That's a kind of...

The composure and domineering presence that belong to a true king!

The South Korean fans in the stands fell into a deathly silence. Only the cheers of the thousands of Chinese fans echoed through the Seoul night sky!

The "fear of Korea" in their eyes was shattered at this moment by the man wearing the number 7 jersey!

……

In the final twenty minutes, the South Korean team launched a furious counterattack. But under Qin Feng's command, the united Chinese team thwarted the danger time and time again.

The moment the final whistle blew, all the Chinese players collapsed to the ground. It was exhaustion from overexertion, but also a release of joy after victory!

Despite conceding an early goal and having their captain injured, the Chinese team staged a remarkable comeback to defeat the South Korean team 2-1 away from home!

Son Heung-min stood in the rain, watching Qin Feng surrounded by his teammates, and shook his head helplessly. He knew that on this rainy night, he had lost to a stronger opponent.

Qin Feng removed the captain's armband and clutched it tightly in his hand. He led the entire team to the away stands and bowed deeply to the Chinese fans who had traveled far in the rain and whose voices were hoarse from shouting.

At that moment, rain and tears mingled.

This is just the first step.

Russia, here we come.

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