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

Kaliningrad Stadium.

This modern stadium, built specifically for the World Cup, is currently shrouded in a tense and suffocating atmosphere.

Group B, final round. China vs. Spain.

Before the match, the situation in Group B was complex, much like the unpredictable weather in Moscow. Portugal and China both had 4 points, Spain had 3 points, and Morocco had 0 points.

"This math problem is simple, but also cruel." He Wei's voice, carried through the microphone across the land, carried an undisguised tension. "In the other match, Portugal plays Morocco, and Ronaldo's team will most likely win. If they win, they'll secure first place with 7 points. And us..."

He paused, as if gathering his strength.

"If we lose to Spain, our points will remain at 4, while Spain will reach 6. Then we'll be eliminated. A draw! We need at least one draw! This one point is the line between life and death! The dividing line between heaven and hell!"

……

"beep--!"

The referee blew his whistle, and the match began!

From the very first second, the Spanish team displayed breathtaking control. Although this Spanish team is undergoing a generational transition, their passing and control genes remain formidable.

Iniesta, David Silva, Isco… these names, like vibrant musical notes, orchestrated a magnificent yet deadly symphony on the green field. The ball seemed to be under a spell, flowing rapidly beneath their feet, each pass precise to the centimeter.

The Chinese players were like caged beasts. They ran desperately, trying to cut off the opponent's passing lanes, but often the ball had already been passed away just as they reached their positions.

In the tenth minute, Spain had a possession rate of 82%! The Chinese team couldn't even touch the ball!

In the 22nd minute, Silva used a series of feints to get past Li Xuepeng on the right side of the penalty area and then cut the ball back! Isco followed up with a shot, but the ball grazed the post and went out of play! It gave Zeng Cheng a real scare!

The Chinese fans in the stands, who had initially been cheering, gradually fell silent. That sense of powerlessness spread like a plague.

35 minutes.

The nightmare still came.

After more than twenty patient passes, Iniesta suddenly delivered a surgical through ball, tearing apart the Chinese team's defense! Aspas successfully beat the offside trap and selflessly made a cross!

Isco easily slotted the ball into the empty net!

0: 1!

Meanwhile, on another field, Portugal is already leading Monaco 2-0!

"A desperate situation! A truly desperate situation!" He Wei's voice trembled slightly. "In the current standings, Portugal has 7 points, Spain has 6 points, and China has 4 points. If we can't equalize, our World Cup journey, which we've waited 16 years for, will end here!"

Some Chinese fans in the stands covered their faces, while others had tears in their eyes. That familiar despair, the feeling that "a draw means elimination," once again enveloped everyone.

……

Halftime, in the locker room.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating. The players had their heads down, and only heavy breathing could be heard.

"Raise your heads, everyone!"

Qin Feng stood up. His jersey was completely soaked, proof of his tireless running in the first half. Although he had almost no chance to touch the ball in the first half as a striker, he never stopped defending.

"We have 45 minutes left." His voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually firm. "If the Espanyol wants to control the ball, let them. But just let us seize one chance... just one will be enough!"

He walked up to the tactics board and slapped it hard.

"Lei Zi, don't track back on defense in the second half. Just stand at the center line and wait for me!"

"Everyone else, pull the defense back into the penalty area! Block with your bodies! Block with your lives! As long as we don't concede a goal, we have a chance!"

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

The Chinese team remained on the defensive, but a new determination flickered in their eyes. Qin Feng dropped back to the defensive midfield position, even moving to the edge of the penalty area, participating in the defense like a combat engineer.

In the 55th minute, Spain won a corner kick. Ramos, Real Madrid's attacking defender, leaped high in the penalty area, outjumping Feng Xiaoting to head the ball into the goal!

The ball flew into the corner! Zeng Cheng was too far away to reach it!

Just when everyone thought victory was assured!

A red figure appeared on the goal line like a moth drawn to a flame!

It's Qin Feng!

He used his chest to forcefully block the powerful header!

"Qin Feng!!! He saved the Chinese team's lives!!! He blocked the gun with his body!!!"

……

65 minutes.

opportunity finally arises!

Zheng Zhi made a successful interception just outside the penalty area! Instead of blindly launching a long ball, he calmly laid it down and found Qin Feng near the center circle!

Facing Busquets' defense, Qin Feng did not choose to force a turn.

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

He "saw" it! Wu Lei is starting his run behind Ramos!

Qin Feng received the ball with his back to the goal, and suddenly flicked it backward with his right foot!

Not a return transfer!

The ball, with an uncanny spin, pierced precisely between Busquets' legs!

A through-the-legs pass!

"It's over!!! Incredible imagination!!!"

Busquets was horrified and tried to turn around and pull him away, but it was too late!

The ball rolled towards open space in the attacking third!

There, Wu Lei shot off like an arrow released from a bow!

One-on-one!

Facing the onrushing De Gea, Wu Lei didn't hesitate this time! He calmly slotted the ball into the far corner!

1: 1!

"Goal!!! Wu Lei!!! China has equalized!!!"

After scoring, Wu Lei rushed towards Qin Feng, and the two embraced tightly!

In the current standings, the Chinese team has 5 points, and thanks to the goal difference advantage, they have surpassed Spain, who also has 4 points, and returned to second place in the group!

But there were still 25 minutes left in the game.

Unwilling to be eliminated, the Spanish team launched a furious counterattack!

At that moment, the area in front of the Chinese team's goal turned into hell.

In the 75th minute, Costa's shot was saved by Zeng Cheng!

In the 82nd minute, Asensio's long-range shot hit the crossbar!

In the 88th minute, Ramos attempted a bicycle kick inside the penalty area, and Zhang Linpeng dove to block it, deflecting the ball with his face! Blood streamed down his nose, but he merely wiped it away and continued defending!

The Chinese players built a red Great Wall with their own flesh and blood!

4 minutes of stoppage time.

Those four minutes felt like an eternity to Chinese fans.

The Spanish team pressed forward with all their players, with Pique even moving to the front line.

93 minutes.

China's clearance was poor, and Iniesta received the ball outside the penalty area, preparing to unleash a long-range shot!

Qin Feng!

He rushed over from 30 meters away and slid in to tackle Iniesta the instant he shot!

boom!

The ball slammed heavily into Qin Feng's chest!

The excruciating pain nearly suffocated him, but he didn't hesitate for even a second. He scrambled to his feet and took control of the ball!

He didn't pass the ball! He didn't shoot! He dribbled the ball towards the corner flag!

Ramos, Pique, Busquets... three Spanish players surrounded him, trying to steal the ball!

But Qin Feng was like a nail, firmly rooted to the grass! He used his back, his thighs, every part of his body to protect the ball! No matter how the opponent pushed or bumped him, he wouldn't give an inch!

He was using his life to consume these last few dozen seconds!

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

The final whistle has finally sounded!

Qin Feng collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily, as if all his strength had left him.

China and Spain drew 1-1!

5 points! Second place in the group!

They've qualified!

Team China has made history! This is the first time in Chinese football history that they have reached the knockout stage of the World Cup!

The entire stadium erupted in cheers! Countless Chinese fans were moved to tears!

Qin Feng looked at the night sky over Kaliningrad and a bright smile appeared on his face.

We did it.

They really did it.

After the match, Iniesta approached Qin Feng, took off his jersey, and handed it to him.

"You are the most tenacious opponent I have ever met."

Qin Feng took the jersey and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you. It's our honor."

……

Round of 16. Opponent: Group A winner, Uruguay.

A strong South American team with Suarez and Cavani.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Wu Lei patted Qin Feng on the shoulder. "We even managed to draw with Spain, why would we be afraid of Uruguay?"

Qin Feng smiled.

"Then... let's go even crazier!"

The Russian summer, a red miracle, continues.

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