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

Chapter 86 Godslaying! The Red Storm of Kazan Night

Again!

Qin Feng's hoarse roar was drowned out by the Samba Army's frenzied celebrations, sounding somewhat weak.

But the moment the game restarted, the Brazilians quickly realized that it was just a slogan, even somewhat ridiculous.

After taking the lead, the Brazilian team switched to their most effective mode – "torture".

From the 70th minute to the 80th minute, those ten minutes felt longer than a century for the Chinese team.

Neymar, Coutinho, Marcelo… these samba dancers with unparalleled footwork turned football into an obedient toy. In tight spaces, they passed the ball around in rapid succession, using dazzling combinations to keep the Chinese defense constantly on its toes, like a monkey being toyed with.

The Brazilian fans in the stands had already started singing "Aquarela do Brasil," and the cheerful rhythm was the most jarring noise to the Chinese players.

"Can't touch the ball..."

On the sidelines, Perrin was so anxious that he loosened his tie, but he was powerless to do anything. This was an absolute crushing defeat in terms of raw strength, a technologically superior attack.

82 minutes.

The score of 1:2 on the scoreboard was still glaringly obvious.

Neymar received the ball again on the left wing. Facing Zhang Linpeng, who was covered in sweat and panting heavily, he even stopped the ball, did two extremely fancy "stepovers" on the spot, and then casually passed the ball back to Paulinho in the middle.

He smiled.

That smile carried a sense of superiority and relaxation, as if to say: Save your energy, the game is over.

This scene was like a needle piercing Qin Feng's retina.

At that moment, it felt as if his lungs were filled with shards of scalding glass; every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain. The physical fitness alarm light on the system panel was flashing frantically.

[Warning: You are on the verge of physical exhaustion.]

"it's over?"

Qin Feng stared at the ball that was swirling around at the Brazilian's feet, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

"Fuck the end!"

……

83 minutes.

Brazil attempted a more complex one-two pass in midfield. Casemiro casually prepared to receive Coutinho's cross.

In that very instant!

A red afterimage suddenly appeared from near the center circle without warning!

That's Qin Feng!

When everyone thought he couldn't run anymore, he used himself as a human cannonball and launched himself out!

"Is he crazy?!" Casemiro's pupils contracted sharply as he watched the reckless figure charging towards him.

This was a 50/50 possession situation.

The Brazilian midfielder instinctively lowered his shoulder, preparing to use his rock-like body to directly knock the thin Chinese man away.

boom!

Two bodies moving at high speed collided violently on the grass!

At that moment, the muffled thud even caused the microphones on the sidelines to crackle!

Casemiro staggered back two steps, his face filled with shock!

Qin Feng was almost thrown off balance by the huge reaction force. He braced himself with his hands on the ground, leaving several deep marks on the grass!

But he didn't fall!

Using that momentum, he sprang forward again like a wounded wolf!

The ball is at his feet!

"He intercepted it!!! Qin Feng!!! He's risking his life for every half ball!!!"

Ahead lay an open space.

But Brazil's defense reacted extremely quickly. Thiago Silva and Miranda, these two world-class center-backs, quickly took their positions, like two iron gates, blocking all avenues of attack.

No teammates followed up.

Wu Lei was 30 meters away, while Wu Xi was still catching his breath in his own half.

"one person……"

The Brazilian commentator's tone was tinged with mockery, "He wants to take on the entire Brazilian defense by himself?"

Qin Feng couldn't hear it.

His world consisted only of that black and white rolling ball and that narrow passage ahead.

accelerate!

Facing Thiago Silva, who was fighting and retreating, Qin Feng made a move that took the world's breath away.

While running at high speed, he suddenly shoved the ball hard to the right front with the outside of his right foot!

This stretch is a good seven or eight meters long!

"I went too far!"

Do not!

That's Kaka! That's Ricardo Kaka's signature killing move from his prime—the Long Stride!

"Get over here, you son of a bitch!!!"

Qin Feng roared inwardly, squeezing out the last bit of glycogen from his muscles!

Second acceleration!

The engines roared!

He forcefully overtook Qin Feng from the outside using his unreasonable speed! Thiago Silva desperately reached out to pull him back, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Qin Feng's clothes!

"Raw!!! Violent aesthetics!!! He beat Thiago Silva!!!"

Bottom line!

The angle is extremely small!

Miranda has covered and blocked the cross and cut-in routes! Goalkeeper Alisson has covered the near post!

dead end?

Qin Feng's body was almost thrown off the baseline due to inertia.

In that instant, he saw the only gap between Miranda's legs.

No adjustments are needed.

No observation is required.

Qin Feng's right foot, like a heavy hammer, struck the lower middle part of the ball hard the instant his body almost lost its balance!

Explosive Shot!

It wasn't a curveball; it was a pure, unstoppable cannonball!

boom!

The ball transformed into a streak of white light, carrying devastating kinetic energy, passing between Miranda's legs and grazing Alisson's cheek—

It blasted into the top of the net!

Even the cameras behind the goal were shaken violently!

2-2!!!

The Kazan Arena fell into a deathly silence, as if in a vacuum.

Immediately following was a red volcanic eruption!

"Goal!!! A miracle goal!!! A powerful shot from an impossible angle!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! In dire straits!!! He single-handedly carried the Chinese team!!! He blew open Brazil's goal!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng did not run around celebrating.

He almost fell, staggering a few steps before regaining his balance. He stood at the baseline, his chest heaving, his eyes coldly fixed on the dumbfounded Neymar not far away.

He held up his index finger and put it to his lips.

Lie.

"Now, it's your turn to be quiet."

……

The 2-2 scoreline completely shattered the Brazilians' arrogance.

The rest of the time became a period of Brazil's furious counterattack.

They cannot accept being held to a draw by an Asian team, let alone being humiliated by one person.

Tite roared angrily from the sidelines, bringing on Firmino and Douglas Costa, pushing the entire team forward!

In the 88th minute, Coutinho's long-range shot hit the post!

In the 91st minute, Zeng Cheng made a brilliant save to deny Jesus' close-range header!

The Chinese team's penalty area became a meat grinder. Feng Xiaoting suffered cramps, was carried out on a stretcher, sprayed with some cooling agent, and then limped back; Zheng Zhi's brow bone was split open, blood streaming down his cheek, he wiped it haphazardly and kept heading!

This is a poignant and tragic story.

Injury time, the last minute.

94 minutes.

Brazil wins a corner kick. Even goalkeeper Alisson rushes forward; they're aiming for a last-minute winner!

Neymar takes the corner kick!

Fernandinho leaped high in the crowd and headed the ball towards the goal!

The ball flew straight into the corner!

"It's over..."

Just when all Chinese fans were closing their eyes in despair, Zeng Cheng made a gravity-defying save!

He was like a great roc spreading its wings, catching the ball with one hand!

The ball hit the crossbar and bounced back into the penalty area!

a mess!

In the chaos, Wu Lei cleared the danger with a sweeping shot while falling to the ground!

The ball flew high towards the midfield!

There was no one there.

Except for... a red figure that was staggering as it started to move.

It's Qin Feng!

He was actually too exhausted to run anymore. His legs felt like lead, and every step felt like walking on cotton.

But he saw that Brazil's half of the field was completely empty.

Only Marcelo, in a panic, chased after them.

"The last time..."

Qin Feng bit his lip until it bled, the taste of blood stimulating his nerves.

"Charge!!!"

He unloaded the ball in the center circle.

Marcelo caught up! The Real Madrid fanboy's face was contorted with rage as he reached out and grabbed Qin Feng's jersey tightly!

Hiss!

The jersey was ripped open with a huge tear!

But Qin Feng did not fall!

At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to that afternoon in his wheelchair in his past life, back to the moment when he had run in his dreams countless times.

He suddenly swung his shoulder and broke free from Marcelo's pull in an almost brutal manner!

Ahead, only that white goal remained.

Fifty meters.

Forty meters.

This was the longest run Qin Feng had ever undertaken.

The world fell silent at that moment.

He could only hear the sound of his own heart pounding against his chest.

Boom, boom, boom.

There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary adjustments.

He dribbled the ball all the way into the penalty area.

Facing an empty door.

He did not shoot.