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

The Super Bowl celebrations didn't last long.

That evening in the locker room, Klopp poured cold water on the whole team.

"Keep the championship medals safe! Starting tomorrow, forget about this victory!"

"The league is a 34-round battle! Any oversight could wipe out all our efforts for the entire season!"

"Our first opponent, Augsburg, is no pushover who will just stand there and let us beat them up!"

……

One week later, on December 10, 2013.

The new Bundesliga season has officially begun.

Dortmund's first match is an away game against Augsburg.

The team traveled by bus to this city in Bavaria.

At the final tactical meeting before the match, Klopp's expression was unusually serious.

"...Their defenses will be very deep, leaving us no room to make a run."

"The midfield battles will be very intense; every inch of the pitch will require fierce competition."

"Therefore, what we need in this game is patience and control."

Klopp circled a name on the tactics board.

"Henrich (Mkhitaryan), you're starting. I need you to use your technique and passing to break down their defense in the middle."

Mkhitaryan stood up and nodded vigorously.

He sat on the bench for 90 minutes during the Super Cup, which fueled his determination.

He needs this match to prove he deserves his €2750 million price tag.

Qin Feng sat below, listening quietly.

He knew that the coach's choice was reasonable.

To counter this kind of tight formation, a technically skilled midfielder who excels at creating opportunities in confined spaces is theoretically more suitable than a speedy player who needs space to sprint.

But a trace of resentment still lingered in his heart.

After the meeting, while the players were leaving, Qin Feng stayed behind.

"Boss." He walked up to Klopp.

"Hmm? Is something the matter, Qin?" Klopp asked, somewhat surprised.

"I have an idea about today's match." Qin Feng's tone was calm, without the slightest complaint or doubt. "I know that starting Mkhitaryan was the right choice. But if, and I mean if, the match gets deadlocked, perhaps... my speed could be a tactical option in the second half when the opponent's stamina drops."

Klopp watched him with great interest.

He didn't expect that this 18-year-old would not only not throw a tantrum because he was a substitute, but would also take the initiative to discuss tactics with him.

"Go on."

"Augsburg's defense is very strong, but it's impossible for them to maintain that level for 90 minutes. After 60 minutes in the second half, gaps will definitely appear between their defenders and defensive midfielders due to fatigue." Qin Feng's thinking was very clear, as if he were reviewing a tactical play. "At that time, I'm confident that one successful counter-pressing will be enough to end the game with a single sprint."

Klopp was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Great idea, kid." He patted Qin Feng on the shoulder. "Go get ready, I'll consider it."

He made no promises, but Qin Feng knew that his words had planted a seed in his heart.

……

On match day, at the SGL Arena in Augsburg.

The small stadium, which can only hold 30,000 people, was packed to capacity.

The atmosphere created by the home team's fans was in no way inferior to that of any top club's home stadium.

Chinese fans who traveled from afar also displayed banners supporting Qin Feng.

But when the starting lineup was announced, the live stream chat in China was instantly flooded with disappointment and ridicule.

[I knew it! Another substitute! "The five million water cooler manager!"]

[We've gotten used to it, let's just watch Mkhitaryan's performance; after all, he's the club's most expensive signing in history.]

[Sold sunflower seeds, peanuts, and bottled water in the front row. Everyone can relax and watch the game. Qin Feng is probably going to be the atmosphere-maker again today.]

Honestly, against a meat grinder like Augsburg, wouldn't Qin Feng, with his small frame, be asking for trouble? Klopp is protecting him (doge emoji)

……

Game start.

The situation on the field was almost exactly as Klopp had predicted.

Augsburg retreated across the board, maintaining an extremely tight defensive line with almost no gaps.

Mkhitaryan, the core of the attack, was completely trapped in the opponent's muscle jungle.

In the 15th minute of the first half, Mkhitaryan received a pass from Gündoğan in midfield and attempted to use a delicate Marseille turn to get rid of the opponent's defensive midfielder, Bayer, pressing him.

The movements were beautiful and very entertaining.

But Bayer didn't fall for that. He used a fierce but reasonable physical collision to knock Mkhitaryan, who hadn't even finished spinning, to the ground, ball and all.

The referee didn't even call a foul.

This is the level of competition in the Bundesliga.

In the 30th minute, Mkhitaryan delivered a highly imaginative over-the-top through ball in the attacking third, attempting to find Lewandowski making a run forward.

The pass was exquisite.

However, Augsburg's turf was in poor condition, and the ball bounced irregularly as it rolled. Lewandowski failed to control the ball in time, and it was cleared by Augsburg's center-back, Carlsen-Brack.

Mkhitaryan shrugged helplessly.

He kicked with great difficulty, and his expression became increasingly agitated.

Klopp, standing on the sidelines, had a furrowed brow.

Dortmund's attack was like a Ferrari stuck in the mud, full of power but unable to move.

Qin Feng, sitting on the bench, saw things more clearly than anyone else.

Mkhitaryan wasn't lazy; it's just that his style was incompatible with this kind of "hand-to-hand combat."

……

The situation remained unchanged after the start of the second half.

Time passed by, second by second.

The score remained 0-0 in the 65th minute.

Klopp finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He turned around and glanced at the substitutes' bench.

His gaze passed over Schiele and Hoffman, and finally landed on Qin Feng.

Eyes facing each other.

Qin Feng immediately stood up and began to take off his training vest.

His heart pounded more violently than ever before.

however.

Klopp hesitated.

At such a crucial moment, bringing on an 18-year-old rookie with no Bundesliga experience is too risky.

Ultimately, reason prevailed over passion.

"Pierre!" he yelled at Aubameyang, "Get ready to go on!"

Qin Feng froze in place as he took off his vest.

He watched Aubameyang excitedly run towards the fourth official, and the flame that had just ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

He silently put the green vest back on.

Then, he sat back down in his seat.

Throughout the entire process, he remained silent and expressionless.

But Captain Kyle, standing beside him, could clearly sense the deep disappointment emanating from him.

"Don't worry, kid." Kyle patted him on the shoulder. "Your chance will come."

Qin Feng did not respond.

He simply turned his gaze back to the court.

Aubameyang's appearance did indeed have an effect.

In the 80th minute, Dortmund narrowly secured a 1-0 victory.

……

On the bus back to Dortmund.

Although the players won the game, the atmosphere in the train carriage was somewhat somber.

This was an ugly victory.

Most of my teammates were either wearing headphones and resting or playing on their phones.

Qin Feng was also wearing headphones, but he wasn't listening to music.

His consciousness was immersed in his own system interface.

[Host: Qin Feng]

[Template: Kaka "White Knight" Template (6%)]

[Skill List]

[Long-distance raid (D)]

[Explosive Power (D+)]

【Sprint Shot (E)】

[God's Vision (Unlocked): Unlocked when fusion reaches 60%]

After a week of intensive training, his template integration level slowly improved by 1%.

Although it's not much, it's a positive sign.

"Effective training time can indeed improve integration."

Qin Feng's gaze fell on the proficiency levels of those skills.

From E to D, then to C, B, A, and S.

This path of growth is clear yet long.

"It seems that training alone is not enough."

Qin Feng knew that in order to improve quickly, he had to obtain rewards from "highlight performances in competitions".

Goals, assists, key breakthroughs...

All of this requires playing time.

"Boss."

Captain Kyle, at some point, sat down in the empty seat next to him.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to become stronger," Qin Feng replied frankly, taking off one earphone.

Kyle paused for a moment, then laughed.

He assumed the kid was still upset about not getting a chance to play, and prepared some words of comfort.

In retrospect, it was completely unnecessary.

"That's a good idea." Kyle's tone shifted from comforting to imparting experience. "However, in the Bundesliga, the first step to becoming stronger is learning to protect yourself."

"You saw Augsburg's style of play today. If you were on the pitch, they would foul you more aggressively than they would foul Henrich."

"I know." Qin Feng nodded.

In his past life, he was ruined by a vicious foul.

"So you need to play smarter. Learn to use the rules and avoid unnecessary physical contact," Kyle said earnestly. "Your talent is speed, which is your most valuable weapon. Don't let those butchers touch it easily."

"Thank you, Captain, I'll remember that," Qin Feng said sincerely.

"That's good," Kyle smiled and said no more.

He believed that this strong-willed young man didn't need much comfort.

The bus drove into the city of Dortmund.

Qin Feng's gaze fell on the majestic outline of the stadium in the distance.

Westphalia.

His home ground.

He silently put his headphones back on and closed his eyes.

In his mind, he had already begun to simulate the scene when he would step onto that grass again.