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

Late October 2018.

Dortmund summers are hot and noisy.

Since Qin Feng announced he would stay with the team, the entire city seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The club wasn't idle either; although they didn't spend a lot of money to buy any superstars, several targeted signings were being carried out in an orderly manner.

Witsel has arrived; this afro-haired Belgian will be a formidable force in midfield. Delaney has also arrived to bolster the midfield's strength.

However, in the forward line, only Qin Feng and Aubameyang are reliable.

"We need a heavy hammer."

In the tactics room, Klopp pointed to the lone penalty area on the tactics board, "Qin needs to drop back to receive the ball, Aubameyang likes to drift wide, who will fight for it in the penalty area?"

Qin Feng sat in the corner, twirling the pen in his hand.

In his mind, the progress bar for the system's [Yellow Dynasty] mission was still at 0%. To win six championships, the current roster wasn't deep enough.

"Jürgen".

Qin Feng suddenly spoke up, "Remember that Norwegian kid I mentioned before?"

Klopp paused for a moment, then flipped through the scouting report in his hand.

"You mean that guy who plays for Molde... Erling Haaland?"

Klopp frowned. "The scouts said his physical attributes are indeed phenomenal, but his technique is too rough, and he's only 18 years old, never played in a top league. This is a Champions League-level competition; are we going to let him develop his skills too early?"

"Raising Gu poison?"

Qin Feng smiled, a hint of certainty flashing in his eyes.

"No, it was a Tyrannosaurus Rex that it kept as a pet."

……

One week later. The Blakel training ground.

Although the new season hasn't started yet, the wire fence outside the training ground has already been overwhelmed by fans.

When the black van pulled into the base, everyone craned their necks. Rumor had it that a mysterious new recruit was coming for a medical check-up today.

The car door opened.

The first thing to emerge was a long, thick leg, as thick as a pillar.

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure emerged.

He was over 1.94 meters tall, with skin as white as a vampire's, and blond hair haphazardly tied into a bun. Most striking was his face—slightly strange features paired with eyes that seemed to be forever searching for prey.

Erling Haaland.

At this time, he was not as strong as he would become later. He looked rather thin and lanky, and walked with a waddling gait, like a big duck that had just learned to walk.

The surrounding reporters were in an uproar.

"Is this Dortmund's new striker?"

"Why do you seem... a little dim-witted?"

"I heard it only cost 500 million euros? That's incredibly stingy."

Haaland ignored the surrounding chatter. Carrying an old backpack, he walked straight toward Qin Feng, who was warming up.

In his eyes, there was only this one person on the entire training field.

World's best footballer. World Cup winner. The man who rejected Real Madrid.

Qin Feng stopped juggling the ball and looked at the giant standing in front of him, who blocked out most of the sun.

"Hey, boss."

Haaland spoke, his German thick with a Scandinavian accent, sounding like a stone being rubbed together, "I am Erling."

"I know," Qin Feng smiled. "I've watched your game footage. You like to roar after scoring a goal."

Haaland scratched his head, a hint of naivety appearing on his face.

"Because it feels so good to score a goal."

He paused, his eyes suddenly sharpening, like a lion cub spotting its territorial leader.

"But I'm here, and I want to score more goals than you."

The surrounding air instantly became quiet.

Reus, who was stretching, was so startled he almost choked. Hummels and Piszczek looked at each other in disbelief.

How dare a rookie who just turned 18 and hasn't even played a single Bundesliga match make such a bold statement to the "King of Football" who just won the World Cup?

Is this kid all muscle in his head?

Qin Feng, however, was not angry.

On the contrary, the smile in his eyes deepened.

mad.

That's fucking insane.

But he likes it. What's the difference between a young person who isn't wild and a salted fish?

"Quite the boast." Qin Feng gently flicked the ball at his feet, and it obediently fell into his hands.

"If you want to score, then let's see if you have the ability first."

Qin Feng tossed the ball to Haaland and pointed to the field.

"One-on-one. Five balls."

"If you win, you can wear my number 7 jersey."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

That's the number 7 of the King of Football! It's currently the best-selling jersey in the world!

"But if you lose..." Qin Feng pointed to the equipment room on the sidelines, "you'll be in charge of cleaning all the team's shoes this season. And, from now on, behave yourself."

"make a deal!"

Haaland agreed without hesitation. In his world, the word "loser" simply doesn't exist.

……

Ten minutes later.

The atmosphere at the Brakel training base became incredibly heated.

All the Dortmund players were gathered around the halfway line, with Klopp standing there wearing a baseball cap and a mischievous grin on his face.

First round. Haaland on the attack.

Haaland displayed terrifying physical attributes against Akanji, who was playing as a makeshift defender.

He didn't make any fancy moves; he simply pushed the ball forward and then charged forward like a runaway heavy truck!

boom!

Akanji tried to block Haaland with his body, but was knocked two meters away by Haaland!

Simple! Brutal! Unreasonable!

Haaland burst into the penalty area, faced Bürki, and unleashed a powerful shot!

The ball slammed into the goal like a cannonball!

1: 0!

"roar!!!"

Haaland let out a beastly roar, turned to look at Qin Feng, and his eyes were defiant.

Qin Feng nodded and even clapped his hands.

"In good shape. Like a cow."

It was Qin Feng's turn to attack.

He was being defended by the team's key center-back, Diallo.

Qin Feng gets the ball.

He didn't charge around like Haaland.

He simply swayed his shoulders slightly.

[Kaka Template: Deception of Center of Gravity]

Diallo's center of gravity was instantly shifted to the side!

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng flicked his left foot and hooked his right foot, brushing past Diallo like a butterfly flitting among flowers!

There wasn't even any physical contact.

Easily push the ball into the corner.

1: 1.

"See that?" Qin Feng smiled at Harland. "That's called brains."

……

Second round, third round...

Haaland's attacking style remains simplistic: relying on his physicality and speed to overpower defenders. However, this approach isn't always effective against Bundesliga-level defenses. In his third attack, Hummels anticipated his move and dispossessed him.

And Qin Feng...

Fried meatballs, Marseille spin, incredible curveballs.

Five attacks, five different methods, and all of them went in!

5: 3.

The score is now set.

Haaland lost.

This monster, who dominated the Norwegian league, was now leaning on his knees, panting heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His body, which he was so proud of, seemed so clumsy in the face of Qin Feng's skill.

He thought he was fast, but Qin Feng was faster, more agile, and more deadly than him.

"Are you convinced now?"

Qin Feng took a bottle of water, walked up to Haaland, and handed it to him.

Haaland took the water, gulped it down, and wiped his mouth.

Although he lost, the fire in his eyes did not go out; instead, it burned even brighter.

"You're strong," Haaland said in a low voice, "but I'll surpass you. Someday."

"I'll be waiting."

Qin Feng patted the giant's shoulder; it felt as hard as a rock. This was indeed a promising talent; with a little polishing, he could become the world's best center.

"But before that..."

Qin Feng pointed to the pile of sneakers covered in mud.

"Remember to clean your shoes. Since you call me boss, don't make me wear dirty shoes."

Haaland paused for a moment, then a kind smile appeared on his otherwise fierce face.

"Yes, boss."

……

This minor incident within the team was quickly overshadowed by the upcoming major battle.

8 month 12 day.

German Super Cup.

Borussia Dortmund vs. Bayern Munich.

This is the first official match of the new season, and also Qin Feng's debut after being crowned the King of Football.

The commercial banking arena.

Fifty thousand fans filled the stadium to capacity.

In the locker room.

Klopp is making final tactical arrangements.

"Bayern's new coach Kovac will definitely retreat completely and attack our counter-attacks." Klopp pointed to the tactics board. "They are afraid of Qin's speed, so they will flatten their defensive line."

"At this point, we need a heavy hammer."

Klopp's gaze passed over Qin Feng and landed on the tall man in the corner who was tightly tying his shoelaces.

"Erlin".

Haaland looked up, his eyes fierce.

"You'll be starting in this match."

Klopp made a surprising statement!

Even Qin Feng was somewhat surprised. Why would he start a rookie who had only been on the team for a week?

"Don't look at me," Klopp shrugged. "You're the one who recommended him. If he's a Tyrannosaurus Rex, he should be let out to bite people."

"Are you scared?" Klopp asked Haaland.

"Afraid?"

Haaland stood up, his 1.94-meter height almost touching the ceiling.

He glanced at Qin Feng beside him, then grinned, a smile that seemed to lower the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees.

"Coach, I'm hungry."

I want to eat meat.

……

20:30 in the evening.

The referee blew his whistle, and the match began!

Just as Klopp predicted, Bayern Munich immediately adopted a defensive formation. Süle and Boateng, two tall players, firmly marked the edge of the penalty area, giving Qin Feng no space to sprint forward.

For the first thirty minutes, the game was deadlocked.

Although Qin Feng had many opportunities to get the ball, every time he did, even in midfield, three people would surround him.

"This is the treatment a football king receives," the commentator exclaimed. "Bayern would rather leave everyone else open than let Qin Feng turn around."

38 minutes.

Qin Feng receives the ball on the left wing. Kimmich and Robben simultaneously double-team him!

Qin Feng did not force a breakthrough.

Because he sensed it.

The kid who had been lurking in the penalty area, wrestling with Süle like a clumsy bear, finally got his position!

"Erlin! Here!!!"

Qin Feng delivered a penetrating cross through the gap between the two defenders!

The ball, spinning sharply, flew towards the far post of the penalty area!

There!

Haaland is battling it out with Süle!

Süle is one of the strongest center-backs in the Bundesliga, like a mountain of flesh. But at this moment, he was horrified to discover that an inhuman force was coming from behind him!

boom!

Haaland was like a rocket launching, forcefully pushing aside Süle and leaping high into the air!

His jumping height was simply outrageous! His knees even reached Süle's shoulders!

What terrifying physical talent that is!

"Oh My God!!!"

Amidst gasps from the crowd, Haaland hovered in the air for 0.5 seconds, then fiercely—

Use your head!

He smashed the ball toward the goal!

boom!

Neuer made a save, but the ball was too powerful! It felt like it was going to crush his hand bones!

The ball pierced through Neuer's fingers!

1-0!!!

"Goal!!! Dortmund's new signing!!! That kid named Haaland!!!"

"A thunderous dunk!!! That was a basketball-style header dunk!!!"

After scoring, Haaland landed and let out a thunderous roar.

Instead of running towards the corner flag area, he charged straight at Qin Feng, who had provided him with the assist.

This monster, which looked like it was about to devour people, stopped in front of Qin Feng and then did something that surprised the whole world.

He knelt on one knee and placed Qin Feng's right foot on his knee.

He made a shoe-shining motion.

"Boss, that was a fucking perfect pass!"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, grabbed the big guy, and ruffled his blond hair.

"Well done, monster."

In the stands, Borussia Dortmund fans went wild.

On the Bayern Munich coaching bench, Kovac's face was ashen.

Qin Feng alone is enough to drive us to despair.

just now……

Borussia Dortmund has somehow acquired another Tyrannosaurus Rex that seems to have escaped from the Jurassic period?

How the hell are we supposed to kick it?