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

Kazan Arena.

The stadium, inspired by a ruby, was painted in two colors today. On one side, the Monaco fans were a fervent display of red and green, waving their national flags and roaring deafeningly, as if trying to turn the stadium into North Africa's home ground. On the other side, the Chinese fans stood firmly in their Chinese red; though fewer in number, their enormous five-starred red flags fluttered brightly in the wind from the stands, creating a striking visual impact.

This is the second round of the group stage in Group B. China vs. Monaco.

For both sides, this is a life-or-death battle they cannot afford to lose.

Before the match, Monaco's coach, Renard, roared in the locker room: "That Chinese number 7 is fast, but he's only one man! We must use our bodies and our strength to completely crush him!"

With stars like Benatia, Achraf Hakimi, and Ziyech, Monaco's physical attributes were indeed unmatched in Group B. Looking at their tall, muscular opponents across the tunnel, many Chinese players showed a hint of apprehension.

"beep--!"

Game start!

From the very first second, Monaco displayed breathtaking aggression. Like a pride of lions from North Africa, they relentlessly attacked the Chinese defense with fierce pressing and powerful physiques.

The two center-backs, Benatia and Seth, were like two mountains, firmly blocking Qin Feng's position. Every time Qin Feng tried to receive the ball, he was met with their brutal tackles.

In the twelfth minute, Qin Feng received the ball with his back to goal in midfield. Just as he was about to turn around, Benatia tackled him hard in the waist from behind!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Qin Feng collapsed to the ground in pain, rubbing his lower back. The referee blew the whistle for a foul but didn't issue a card. Benatia looked down at Qin Feng, a cold smile playing on his lips.

This is the cruelty of the World Cup.

Thirty-fifth minute.

The deadlock was broken. Monaco launched a quick counter-attack. Amrabat made a strong breakthrough on the right wing and cut the ball back! Ziyech received the ball on the edge of the penalty area, used his individual skill to create space with a series of feints, and then fired a low shot!

The ball weaved through the crowd and disappeared into a blind spot!

0: 1!

Monaco has taken the lead! The Monaco fans in the stands went wild, while the Chinese fans remained completely silent.

……

During halftime, the locker room was deathly silent.

The players slumped in their seats, panting heavily, sweat streaming down their faces. Perrin, holding his tactical board, frowned deeply. "We're at a huge disadvantage in physical duels; we can't hold onto the ball at all."

"coach."

Qin Feng, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up. He walked to the tactics board, picked up a marker, and drew a line on Monaco's defensive line.

"Their center-backs are physically strong and have excellent one-on-one defensive capabilities, but..." Qin Feng pointed behind him, "they are slow to turn and slow to track back, and they like to push forward to attack."

He turned to Wu Lei, his eyes sharp: "Lei, in the second half, don't drop back to get the ball. Just stay at the very back of their defense, even if you're offside, don't worry. Whenever I get the ball, you just keep pushing behind them! Push their defense back!"

He then looked at Wu Xi: "Brother Xi, you don't need to worry about the organization. Your job is to block that annoying defensive midfielder for me when I have the ball. Give me two seconds, just two seconds to pass the ball!"

"We won't fight them physically," Qin Feng said firmly. "We'll play with our brains! We'll attack behind them!"

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

China's tactical intentions became very clear. Qin Feng frequently dropped back to receive the ball, using his skills to break free from entanglements, and then looking for openings behind him.

But Monaco is no pushover. Their physical advantage remains obvious, and every time Qin Feng gets the ball, he suffers a fierce collision.

In the 60th minute, Qin Feng was tackled by Achraf, his sock was torn by the cleats, and blood seeped out. But he only treated it briefly and then returned to the game.

Seventy-fifth minute.

opportunity finally arises!

Wu Xi successfully positioned himself in the attacking third, using his body to withstand Amrabat's pressing and creating valuable space for Qin Feng!

Qin Feng won those two seconds!

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

He saw it! Wu Lei was starting his attack behind Benatia! And Monaco's defense, eager to attack, had pushed very high up the pitch!

A surgical through ball, low to the ground!

The ball seemed to have eyes, piercing through Monaco's entire defense!

"nice shot!!!"

Wu Lei made a high-speed run, creating a one-on-one opportunity! But Benatia tracked back extremely quickly, constantly interfering from behind and attempting to foul him!

Wu Lei gritted his teeth and persevered, poking the ball into the net before losing his balance!

The ball was bravely saved by goalkeeper Munir!

But Qin Feng, who was following closely, arrived just in time! He had predicted where the ball would land!

Follow-up shot!

1: 1!

"Goal!!! Qin Feng!!! Sharp instincts!!! He's tied the score!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng didn't celebrate. He rushed into the goal, picked up the ball, ran back to the center circle, and shouted to his teammates, "One more! We can win!"

……

The match has entered stoppage time.

Both sides, exhausted, gritted their teeth and persevered. Every run, every confrontation, was a test of their willpower to the limit.

Ninety-third minute.

Monaco pressed forward aggressively, attempting to capitalize on a corner kick to secure a victory against China. However, their pass was intercepted by Zhang Linpeng!

Counterattack!

Zhang Linpeng launched a long pass directly to the frontcourt!

At this moment, Qin Feng was the only player left in the frontcourt!

Beside him is Real Madrid's full-back, Achraf Hakimi, who is also known for his speed!

Both of them started simultaneously!

This is a pure speed showdown! It's an F1 race!

Qin Feng on the left, Ashraf on the right! The two raced side by side from the center line all the way to the penalty area!

The wind whistled in his ears! Ashraf tried to push Qin Feng away with his body, but Qin Feng gritted his teeth and held on tightly! His lungs burned like fire, and his legs felt as heavy as lead!

But the "Key Player" trait was activated! Qin Feng, whose physical strength was already exhausted, unleashed astonishing energy at this moment!

Just as he was about to enter the restricted area, Qin Feng suddenly accelerated, overtaking him by half a body length!

He touched the ball first!

Near the baseline! Extremely small angle!

The goalkeeper has blocked all routes! There are no teammates flanking from the middle!

What should I do?

Qin Feng did not hesitate!

He watched as the goalkeeper positioned himself slightly forward, and a crazy idea flashed through his mind!

He swung his left foot!

It's not a cross!

It was a shot... a cross that looked like a shot!

The ball, with a strong inward spin, flew towards the far corner of the goal!

Munir was shocked and jumped back, trying to tip the ball away! But the ball drew a strange arc in the air and bypassed his fingertips!

"when!"

The ball hit the inside of the far post!

It bounced into the net!

2: 1!

"Oh my god!!! Zero angle!!! Zero angle kill!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! An unbelievable goal!!! That was a Van Basten-esque goal!!! He killed the game!!!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

Qin Feng spread his arms and ran wildly under the night sky of Kazan! All the Chinese players rushed towards him like madmen and pinned him down!

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

The final whistle blows!

China came from behind to defeat Monaco 2-1!

With 4 points from two matches, their chances of advancing are excellent!

In the locker room after the game.

Holding a champagne glass, Wu Lei excitedly asked Qin Feng, "Brother Feng, did you just bluff or do that last goal on purpose?"

Qin Feng smiled and pointed to his head.

"you guess?"

……

Next up, Spain.

Former world champions. The Spanish national team boasts players like Iniesta, Ramos, Pique, and Busquets.

Although the Chinese team currently has 4 points and their chances of advancing are optimistic, a loss to Spain coupled with Portugal's decisive victory over Morocco could still put China at risk of elimination.

"Brother Feng, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to beat Spain."

Wu Lei raised his wine bottle and clinked it against Qin Feng's.

I believe you.

Qin Feng looked at him and smiled.

"Then... let's do something big!"

The night sky over Kazan is ablaze with stars. And the miracle of the Chinese team continues.