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

The next day, at the Brakel training base.

When Qin Feng walked into the locker room carrying a backpack with the headline of "Bild" prominently displayed, it immediately attracted the attention of his teammates.

"Hey, look! Qin brought his new nickname!" Aubameyang was the first to exclaim.

"Haha, 'expensive glass,' this kid's got guts!" Big Cross laughed and punched Qin Feng.

"Well done, Qin! That's how it should be! Let those reporters see that we don't care at all!"

Instead of laughing at him, his teammates all gave him a thumbs up.

This rock-and-roll attitude of confronting the media head-on is very "Borussia Dortmund".

Captain Kyle saw it too, walked over to Qin Feng, and patted his backpack.

"A very good response," he praised. "However, an even better response would be on the field."

"I understand, Captain."

"Then let's go train."

The relaxed yet supportive atmosphere in the locker room gave Qin Feng a long-lost sense of belonging.

He knew that he had been completely accepted by this group.

In the following days, the team entered its final preparation period before the new season.

Klopp's training volume is astonishing; two training sessions a day are commonplace, with tactical drills and high-intensity physical conditioning interspersed.

With his body modified by the system and the training experience he had accumulated in his previous life, Qin Feng not only kept up with the pace perfectly, but also ranked among the top in many physical fitness tests.

This completely dispelled the coaching staff's last remaining doubts about his "injury-prone" nature.

Time quickly passed to July 27, 2013.

A day of great significance for German football as a whole.

2013-14 season, German Super Cup.

Borussia Dortmund hosts Bayern Munich!

……

The match took place on the afternoon of the day.

The Westfalen Stadium, or rather, Signal Iduna Park, has become a sea of ​​yellow and black.

More than 80,000 fans flocked from all corners of the city, filling Germany's largest stadium to capacity.

A huge TIFO (giant banner) slowly unfurled from the famous South Stand, depicting a warrior in a yellow and black jersey wielding a sword against a dragon in a red jersey.

The atmosphere was already at its peak several hours before the competition started.

This match was imbued with so much significance.

A rematch of last season's Champions League final.

The battle for supremacy between the Bundesliga champions and their challengers.

And... Mario Götze's "Homecoming".

When Bayern Munich's team bus drove into the players' tunnel, they were greeted by deafening boos and insults.

Especially when Götze's image appeared on the big screen, the roar of anger and disdain almost lifted the roof off the stadium.

"Judas!"

"traitor!"

"Get out of Westphalia!"

This is the attitude of Borussia Dortmund fans.

The deeper the love, the more intense the hate.

……

The atmosphere in the home team's locker room was equally somber.

Klopp was making final tactical arrangements, his voice hoarse but full of passion.

"...Listen up, guys! Those 80,000 people outside are our family!"

"Today, a thief broke into our house and stole our most precious possession!"

"Now, he's returned to our doorstep in all his glory, with his new master!"

"Tell me! What should we do!"

"Kill them!!!"

Captain Kyle was the first to roar out.

"That's right! Kill them!"

"Let them know whose territory this is!"

In the locker room, the crowd was in high spirits.

There is never any need for motivation when playing against Bayern Munich.

Qin Feng sat in his seat, feeling the almost frenzied fighting spirit. He could feel his heart racing and his palms slightly sweaty.

This is the atmosphere of a top-level European derby.

"Alright!" Klopp patted the tactics board. "Now, listen to my starting lineup!"

……

"Substitutes: Langerak, Sokratis, Kirch, Hoffmann, Aubameyang, Schieber..."

His gaze lingered on the last name on the list for a moment.

"...and Qin Feng!"

The moment Qin Feng heard his name, his heart skipped a beat.

He's on the roster!

Although he is only a substitute, this means that he will have the opportunity to make his professional debut in this highly anticipated showdown!

He clenched his fists instinctively.

"Alright, guys!" Klopp slammed his tactics board on the ground. "Go out there and show them who the King of Germany really is!"

……

Inside the players' tunnel, players from both sides lined up, waiting to enter the field.

A deafening roar of cheers and boos instantly engulfed Qin Feng.

The "yellow human wall" of 25,000 people on the south stand was right in front of me.

The combined visual and auditory impact made Qin Feng's scalp tingle.

That's amazing.

This is the charm of professional football!

After the match began, the two sides traded blows, making for an extremely intense game.

Reus' lightning-fast goal, Robben's composed equalizer, Van Buyten's own goal...

Qin Feng sat on the bench, his heart pounding with excitement.

In the 60th minute of the second half, the score was tied at 2-2, and the game became a stalemate.

"Hey, Qin," Aubameyang nudged him with his elbow, "Nervous? If you were on the field, could you have caught up with Robben's shot?"

Qin Feng's gaze never left the field.

"Yes." He only said one word.

Aubameyang grinned and said nothing more.

He liked the kid's confidence.

Time passed by, second by second.

In the 78th minute, Klopp finally made a move.

He waved his hand and shouted, "Pierre!"

Aubameyang immediately jumped up and excitedly took off his training vest.

Qin Feng had been warming up on the sidelines for a long time, and his muscles were fully activated.

He watched Aubameyang run onto the field, replacing Kuba on the wing, and a sense of anticipation welled up in his heart.

There is one substitution slot remaining.

But soon, he was disappointed.

In the 82nd minute, Klopp used his last substitution, replacing the exhausted Sven Bender with the more defensively capable Sokratis.

This is a sign of a solid defense.

Qin Feng's jogging motion on the sidelines suddenly stopped.

He glanced at the coaching bench, but Klopp was focused on the situation on the field and wasn't looking at him at all.

He silently turned around and continued jogging, but at a much slower pace.

In the 86th minute, Dortmund launched a quick counter-attack.

Aubameyang, who had just come on, overtook the Bayern defender and passed the ball to the front of the goal.

Reus arrived in time and easily slotted the ball into the net!

4: 2!

The game is completely over!

When the final whistle blew, the entire Westfalen Stadium turned into a sea of ​​joy.

The players and coaches on the bench rushed onto the field, hugging and celebrating wildly.

Qin Feng was the last person to stand up from the bench.

He also had a smile on his face, high-fiving and hugging each teammate who rushed over.

But that smile seemed somewhat out of place compared to the jubilation of his teammates.

He won.

But it seems like he didn't do anything at all.

……

During the awards ceremony, when Captain Kyle raised the silver Super Bowl trophy high, a shower of gold confetti rained down.

Qin Feng stood at the edge of the team, watching the dazzling scene before him, and silently hung a championship medal around his neck.

This is the first championship of his professional career.

Meanwhile, in faraway China.

The comments section on major sports live streaming platforms was also scrolling wildly.

Holy crap! Awesome! Dortmund thrashed Bayern Munich 4-2! Dortmund wins the championship!

[Reus is awesome! Lewandowski is awesome! Klopp is awesome!]

Haha, Götze's smug face is so satisfying to look at!

Wait...did we forget someone? Where's Qin Feng?

Qin Feng? Oh, he watched the whole game from the bench.

[Hilarious! He just snagged a championship? A true case of winning by doing nothing! His professional debut: the championship award ceremony!]

[The Self-Cultivation of a Water Dispenser Operator.]

[Don't be so harsh on him, the atmosphere-setter also contributed! What if he accidentally added a buff to the water he handed to his teammates?]

Qin Feng could almost hear the teasing voices coming from his distant homeland.

He looked down at the heavy medal in his hand.

For some reason, it felt lighter than ever before.

He put the medal in his pocket, turned around, and walked back to the players' tunnel alone, against the flow of celebrating people.

The next match is the first round of the league, an away game against Augsburg.