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

January 11, 2016. Zurich, Switzerland.

This usually quiet and elegant city was in an uproar today because of a grand event. Luxury cars from all over the world, like a long dragon, slowly drove toward the Zurich Opera House.

……

The awards ceremony was a star-studded affair, with celebrities in attendance.

Qin Feng was seated in the first row, with Cristiano Ronaldo to his left and Lionel Messi to his right. This is perhaps the most expensive and most talented row of seats in football history.

Cristiano Ronaldo wore a dark blue custom-made suit today, but he seemed a little restless, occasionally adjusting his tie or touching his meticulously combed hair.

"Are you nervous?" Cristiano Ronaldo suddenly turned around and asked in broken English.

Qin Feng paused for a moment, then smiled. "A little. What about you?"

Cristiano Ronaldo shrugged, his eyes still sharp. "I'm used to it. This is my eighth time." He paused, giving Qin Feng a complex look. "But... if you win, I'll applaud you. Because you deserve it."

Qin Feng looked at this superstar, known for his fierce competitiveness, with some surprise. He saw a pure respect in Ronaldo's eyes—the kind of respect that only comes from countless life-or-death battles, the recognition of one strong by another.

"Thank you," Qin Feng said sincerely. "If you had won, I would have done the same."

Although Messi didn't say anything, he smiled and nodded at Qin Feng, his gentle eyes carrying a hint of encouragement.

Sitting in the back row, Qin Feng's parents were holding each other's hands tightly. The mother's palms were sweaty, while the father kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, even though he was more nervous than his son.

……

The awards ceremony officially began.

The host lightened the mood with humorous opening remarks, but everyone's hearts were on the edge of their seats for the grand prize. Best XI, Best Goal, Best Women's Football... one award after another was announced.

Qin Feng's selection to the All-Star Team was expected. When he went on stage to accept the award, Klopp in the audience smiled like a child receiving candy, constantly giving a thumbs-up to the camera.

Finally, the grand finale has arrived: the FIFA Ballon d'Or.

The lights dimmed. The entire venue was plunged into darkness, except for the large screen in the center of the stage, which remained lit.

On the big screen, the highlights of the year for the three candidates began to play.

Cristiano Ronaldo's powerful header, Messi's dribbling past five players.

The scene changes.

Qin Feng's image appeared on the screen.

It was a rainy night at the Allianz Arena, and he used a world-class outside-of-the-foot shot that defied the laws of physics to pierce Neuer's toes!

That was the last second of the Champions League final. Despite collapsing from cramps, he used sheer willpower to poke the ball into the goal!

That was the Ruhr derby. He was like a yellow lightning bolt, dribbling past four players and tearing Schalke 04's defense to shreds!

Every goal was accompanied by the commentator's heart-wrenching roar! Every scene elicited gasps of amazement from the guests and audience!

When the video ended, the entire audience erupted in thunderous applause.

A man dressed in a black suit, with an elegant demeanor, slowly walked onto the stage, holding a golden envelope in his hand.

Ricardo Kaka.

When this former "Prince of San Siro" stood smiling in front of the microphone, Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

In his past life, he grew up watching Kaká play football. In this life, his system template is Kaká. To have this "last human Ballon d'Or winner" present the award is simply the most exquisite arrangement of fate.

Kaka stared at Qin Feng in the audience, his eyes somewhat dazed. In this young man, he seemed to see himself ten years ago—the spirited and energetic boy who chased the wind and lightning at Old Trafford.

"Football is a sport full of miracles."

Kaka's voice was warm and magnetic. He opened the envelope.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small piece of paper in Kaka's hand.

Kaka glanced at the name in the envelope, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the crowd, landing precisely and gently on Qin Feng.

"I see in you the boy who once chased the wind."

He said it softly. Then, he announced it loudly:

"Who won the 2015 FIFA Ballon d'Or is...?"

"...Qin Feng!!!"

boom--!

At that moment, the roof of the Zurich Opera House seemed to be blown off by the enormous sound!

For a fleeting moment, Qin Feng's mind went blank. He won? He really won?

Klopp, who was beside him, had already jumped up, hugged him tightly, and patted him hard on the back! "Good lad! Good lad! I knew it!"

Cristiano Ronaldo immediately stood up. Although a fleeting look of disappointment crossed his eyes, he generously extended his hand and gave Qin Feng a hug. "Congratulations."

Qin Feng stood up, straightened his suit, and amidst the cheers and applause of the entire audience, strode confidently toward the stage that belonged to him.

When he received the heavy, golden trophy from Kaka, an indescribable emotion instantly surged through his body.

"Congratulations." Kaka looked at him, his eyes full of approval. "You deserve it."

Qin Feng gripped the golden ball tightly, feeling its cold and hard texture.

He turned around, facing the countless faces below the stage and the cameras of the world. The applause was thunderous and prolonged.

He took a deep breath and spoke into the microphone, his voice trembling slightly.

"Thanks."

"Thank you Borussia Dortmund, thank you to my coach Jürgen, thank you to my teammates. I wouldn't be standing here without you."

Klopp's eyes were red with tears, while Reus, Hummels, and others were clapping enthusiastically.

"Thank you to my parents, it is your support that allows me to pursue my dreams."

The camera panned across the audience, where Qin Feng's parents were already in tears, embracing each other and weeping.

Qin Feng paused, his gaze becoming somewhat unfocused, as if he had pierced through time and seen the boy who once lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling and weeping in despair.

That was him in his past life. The down-on-his-luck coach who suffered a devastating injury at the age of 18, spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair, burying all his dreams in data analysis.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who was told that his knee was shattered and he would never be able to play football again."

The entire room fell silent, and everyone listened intently.

"He walked a long, long way in the darkness. In those days, football was his only light."

Qin Feng's voice was choked with emotion, but he continued speaking firmly.

"Today, I stand here, holding this trophy, to tell that boy, and to everyone struggling in the darkness—"

He held the golden ball high, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid."

"As long as you keep running, the wind will surely come!"

Whoosh—!!!

The applause surged forth again, more enthusiastic and more frenzied than ever before! This was not only a tribute to the champion, but also a salute to life!

……

Backstage after the awards ceremony.

"A brilliant speech."

An old yet dignified voice rang out.

Qin Feng turned around and saw Florentino Pérez, the president of Real Madrid. The football mogul looked at the golden ball in Qin Feng's hand with a complex expression, tinged with an undisguised regret.

"Congratulations, Qin." He reached out and shook Qin Feng's hand. "Two years ago, we made a mistake. A... priceless mistake."

If we hadn't listened to that medical report, if we had kept that young man, what would Real Madrid be like now?

Qin Feng smiled and shook hands with him back.

"Mr. Chairman, let bygones be bygones. I am very happy in Dortmund now."

Florentino nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave. But his slightly forlorn figure said it all.

……

That evening, Qin Feng stood alone on the shore of Lake Zurich.

A cool night breeze blew, and the city lights were reflected on the lake.

He looked at the golden ball in his hand, feeling no ecstasy, only a deep tranquility.

He did it. He not only made up for the regrets of his past life, but also stood at the pinnacle of this world.

"System," he murmured to himself.

[Congratulations, host, on achieving an epic milestone: "Mr. Golden Globe"!]

[Rewards being processed...]

[Unlock new module: The Road to Legends!]

[Next goal: The World Cup trophy!]

Qin Feng smiled.

He looked up at the sky full of stars.

It turns out, this wasn't the end.

This is just the beginning of another, even greater journey...