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

Erling Haaland's incredible header in the Super Cup made him an overnight sensation in German football.

"Borussia Dortmund has signed a Tyrannosaurus Rex from the Jurassic period!" — Bild front-page headline.

But the doubts never disappeared.

"Just lucky," "A rough guy who only relies on his physique," "He'll be helpless against a skilled defender"...

However, once the new Bundesliga season kicked off, these doubters were proven wrong.

Bundesliga Round 1, Westfalenstadion.

Faced with RB Leipzig's high pressing, Qin Feng didn't drop back as frequently as usual. He positioned himself in the attacking midfield position, like a gamer with a remote control, while Haaland was the nuclear weapon being manipulated.

In the 15th minute, Qin Feng received the ball in the center circle, attracting three defenders to surround him.

Just when everyone thought he was about to break through, he subtly flicked his heel!

"Bang!"

The ball has broken through the defense!

Haaland was like a runaway heavy truck, overtaking the opposing center-back and scoring a one-on-one goal!

35th minute. Roles reversed.

Haaland held off two players in the penalty area, acting as a human pivot, and passed the ball back to Qin Feng outside the penalty area.

Qin Feng unleashed a powerful shot, a world-class strike that nestled into the top corner!

4: 1.

Borussia Dortmund thrashed Leipzig.

Next up was a 3-0 away win against Hannover 96. Qin Feng scored one goal and provided two assists, while Haaland scored twice.

This "beastly duo," one tall and one fast, is practically the epitome of absurdity. One is responsible for tearing through space with speed and awareness, while the other is responsible for bombarding the restricted area with his body and strength.

The entire Bundesliga is trembling.

However, young people always hit a wall. Especially young people like Haaland who are so sharp and ambitious.

In the third round of the Bundesliga, they will play against Eintracht Frankfurt at home.

Frankfurt coach Hütter is a cunning old fox. He sent out the Bundesliga's famous "bad boy" Abraham to harass Haaland closely throughout the game.

Pulling jerseys, stepping on toes, verbally provoking, and even secretly pinching flesh where the referee can't see.

Haaland is only 18 years old after all.

In the 60th minute, Haaland lost his temper after being subtly elbowed in the ribs by Abraham during a challenge. He shoved Abraham and received a yellow card.

In the time that followed, he wandered around like a headless fly, wasting two clear scoring opportunities and almost getting sent off for a retaliatory action.

The game reached a stalemate. The score remained 1-1 until the final whistle.

……

After the game, in the locker room.

The atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Haaland sat alone in the corner, a towel over his head, saying nothing. The sense of defeat made him feel like a clown.

"What? You can't even handle this?"

Qin Feng walked over, holding two bottles of water in his hand, and pressed the cool bottles against Haaland's burning neck.

Haaland ripped off his towel, his eyes red-rimmed: "That bastard kept fouling me! Is the referee blind?!"

"so what?"

Qin Feng leaned against the cabinet, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"You're just going to let him step on it? Then throw a tantrum like a child whose candy was taken away, wasting the whole team's effort?"

Haaland was stunned, then stubbornly retorted, "What can I do? I want to punch him too, but that would get me a red card."

"Look how I did it."

Qin Feng pointed to his calf. There was a wound there that had just scabbed over, a remnant from the last match.

"They kicked me much harder than they kicked you. Every defender in the Bundesliga wanted to break my leg."

"But I never waste my breath on them."

Qin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes revealing a chilling ruthlessness.

"They kick me, and I score a goal against them."

"Letting them look at the scoreboard in despair hurts more than giving them a beating."

"Erling, remember this. At this level, no one will give you preferential treatment just because you're a kid. You need to learn to use this anger."

"Turn it into fuel for goals, not gunpowder to destroy yourself."

Haaland fell silent. Looking into Qin Feng's deep eyes, he suddenly realized that his own grievances were indeed somewhat ridiculous.

He came here to conquer this place, not to cry.

"Boss, I understand."

Haaland gripped the water bottle tightly, his eyes regaining their fierce glint, the light of a wild beast licking its wounds.

"Next time, I'll make him vomit up all the shit he's swallowed."

Qin Feng laughed and patted his big head.

"That's right."

……

Three days later. Monte Carlo, Grimaldi Conference Center.

The draw ceremony for the Champions League group stage.

This is one of the most important events in European football every year. Qin Feng, as the core player of last season's Champions League champion and the newly crowned Ballon d'Or winner, was invited to sit in the front row.

Next to him are Cristiano Ronaldo and Luka Modric.

"Hey, Qin." Cristiano Ronaldo was wearing a flashy purple suit today. "I heard your little brother's been a bit slow lately?"

"It's just a period of adjustment." Qin Feng shrugged. "But you, now that you're going to Juventus, who do you want to face in the Champions League this season?"

"As long as it's not you," Ronaldo said half-jokingly.

The drawing of lots begins.

Kaka walked onto the stage as the guest to draw lots.

The teams in the first pot were quickly placed. Borussia Dortmund, as the defending champions, automatically entered Group A.

The second level is the really exciting one.

When Kaká pulled out the ball labeled "Atletico Madrid" and placed it in Group A, the entire stadium erupted in a low cheer.

Simeone's indomitable Atletico Madrid! The toughest nut to crack in all of Europe!

Qin Feng frowned slightly. Teams like Atletico Madrid are simply the nemesis of attacking teams like Borussia Dortmund.

But it's not over yet.

The third tier.

AS Monaco. A strong team in Ligue 1, although they have sold many players, their heritage remains.

Fourth level.

The fourth tier is usually considered easy wins. But this year, there's a powerhouse in the fourth tier whose points have slipped due to poor performance in recent years—

Inter Milan!

boom--!

When that blue-black name appeared on the big screen, the entire conference center erupted!

Group A:

Borussia Dortmund (Bundesliga champions)

Atletico Madrid (La Liga runner-up)

Monaco (Ligue 1 runners-up)

Inter Milan (Fourth in Serie A)

A super group of death!

This is pushing someone to their death!

The camera immediately focused on Qin Feng.

Everyone wanted to see the fear or worry on the face of this Dortmund star player.

But they were disappointed.

Qin Feng leaned back in his chair, even chatting and laughing with Cristiano Ronaldo next to him, as if he were looking at a menu rather than a death list.

……

Post-match interview area.

Reporters surrounded Qin Feng completely.

"Qin! What are your thoughts on this group of death?"

"Some people are saying Dortmund might be eliminated in the group stage. What's your response?"

Qin Feng stopped and took the microphone.

He looked around, his eyes showing no fear, only a chilling confidence.

"The group of death?"

He chuckled softly.

"It's definitely a death sentence for Atletico Madrid, Monaco, and Inter Milan."

The reporters were stunned. What kind of talk was this? So arrogant?

Qin Feng continued:

"Because they will be in the same group as the defending Champions League champions."

"As for Dortmund?"

Qin Feng pointed to the team badge on his chest, his voice not loud, but firm and resolute.

"We didn't go there to survive."

"We're going to be the Grim Reaper."

……

Back to Dortmund.

The atmosphere at the training base became somewhat tense because of the draw results.

Many young players turned pale as they looked at the group draw. Atletico Madrid's ironclad defense, Inter Milan's rich history, Monaco's prodigious talent... none of them would be easy to deal with.

"Why are you all making such a long face?"

Qin Feng walked into the locker room and clapped his hands.

"This is a good thing."

"Good news?" Sancho looked bewildered. "Boss, this is the group of death! We might end up playing in the Europa League!"

"Only by stepping on the corpses of the strong can we prove that we are even stronger."

Qin Feng walked to the tactics board and circled the names of the three opponents one by one, the red ink making it look like he was drawing an X.

"Atletico Madrid? Their defense is tough? Then let Haaland smash them."

"Inter Milan? Their counter-attacking style is sharp? Then be even faster than them."

"Monaco? Let's see whose youth storm is more intense."

Qin Feng turned around and looked at his teammates.

"Remember, we're aiming for a sextuple."

"If you're scared in the group stage, you might as well go home and hug your kids now."

Tell me, are you scared?

There was a moment of silence in the locker room.

Then, Haaland was the first to stand up.

The tall Norwegian grinned, revealing his large white teeth, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"I can't wait to taste Atletico Madrid's iron-willed defenders. I've heard they're tough as nails? Perfect for grinding my teeth."

Immediately afterwards, Reus, Hummels, Witsel... everyone stood up.

The fear in their eyes vanished, replaced by a soaring fighting spirit.

This is the role of a leader.

I'm not telling you how easy the road is, but that even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I will lead you through them.

……

September 18th. First round of the Champions League group stage.

Playing away against Atletico Madrid.

Wanda Metropolitan Stadium.

This is the steel fortress built by Simeone. Even Real Madrid and Barcelona would have to work their butts off here.

Before the match, Simeone stood on the sidelines dressed in all black, looking like a godfather.

After the match began, Atletico Madrid deployed their most effective 4-4-2 defensive formation. Godin, Gimenez, Saul, Koke... these players were like a pack of well-trained wolves, relentlessly controlling every inch of space in midfield.

In the first 20 minutes, Dortmund didn't even manage a single shot on goal.

Whenever Qin Feng gets the ball, he's surrounded by at least three people. Pulling, stomping, and hidden elbow strikes are commonplace.

In the 25th minute, Qin Feng broke through on the wing and was tackled by Godin, who sent him and the ball flying out of bounds!

The referee only awarded a throw-in!

The Atlético Madrid fans erupted in deafening boos.

Qin Feng got up from the ground and brushed the grass clippings off his clothes. He didn't argue with the referee or get angry.

He only glanced at Haaland in the penalty area.

The big guy was wrestling with Jimenez, and although it was very painful, he remembered Qin Feng's words—turn anger into fuel.

"Erling!"

Qin Feng suddenly shouted.

Haaland turned around abruptly.

The two exchanged a glance. No words were needed; it was the unspoken understanding of the "beastly duo."

30 minutes.

Qin Feng received the ball again. This time, he was on the left side of midfield.

Atletico Madrid's three-man encirclement arrived as expected.

But this time, Qin Feng did not make a breakthrough.

The moment the double team was formed, he suddenly launched an extremely long diagonal pass!

The ball swept across half the field, heading straight for the right side of the penalty area!

That's Atletico Madrid's weak side in defense!

Haaland is like an F1 car with a full tank of gas, taking off instantly!

Jimenez was left half a body length behind by his terrifying explosive power!

The ball falls!

Haaland didn't stop the ball! Because he knew that stopping it would leave him surrounded and suffocated!

He met the falling ball and swung his left leg straight up!

A powerful volley!

boom!

The ball shot like a cannonball towards the near corner of the goal!

Oblak made a save attempt, but the ball was too powerful! It pierced right through his hand!

1-0!!!

"It's in!!! Haaland!!! Precision guidance from Qin Feng!!!"

After scoring, Haaland rushed to the corner flag, made a shushing gesture, and then pointed to Qin Feng, who had passed the ball to him.

Qin Feng stood in midfield, facing Simeone's direction, and smiled faintly.

A defensive wall?

When faced with absolute talent, it's just a thin layer of paper separating you from the truth.

This match was destined to be the beginning of a yellow storm sweeping across Europe.

Group of Death?

Sorry, death has arrived.