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

The boos at Wanda Metropolitano Stadium were so loud they could shatter eardrums.

The score of 0-1 (home team first) on the scoreboard is like a thorn stuck in the hearts of 50,000 Atletico Madrid die-hard fans.

Simeone went berserk on the sidelines.

The Argentinian, nicknamed "The Bandit King," took off his black suit jacket, ripped open his shirt collar, and roared something at the players on the field.

Immediately afterwards, Atletico Madrid changed their formation.

They no longer simply defended themselves; instead, they revealed the venomous fangs hidden behind their iron shields.

"Strangle them! Don't let them breathe!" Simeone's roar echoed across half the stadium.

35 minutes.

Koke violently tackled Witsel in midfield, but the referee didn't blow the whistle!

Counterattack!

Koke immediately launched a long pass to Diego Costa!

This "stunningly handsome" man used his boar-like body to lean against Hummels, forcefully turning and firing a shot!

The ball grazed the post and flew out!

42 minutes.

Qin Feng received the ball on the wing. Saul and Filipe swarmed him like two hydraulic presses!

Just as Qin Feng was about to turn around, Saul elbowed him in the ribs!

boom!

Qin Feng collapsed to the ground in agony.

The referee still hasn't blown the whistle!

"That's the home advantage here." In the commentary booth, Zhan Jun's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "Simone's team has blurred the line between 'toughness' and 'dirtiness' very well."

Qin Feng got up from the ground, rubbed his purple ribs, and looked cold.

The first half has ended.

0: 1.

Dortmund took the lead, but at a heavy price. Haaland's socks were torn, Sancho was limping, and everyone was carrying injuries.

……

Halftime, in the locker room.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

Young Achraf is having the team doctor treat the cleat marks on his calf, a "souvenir" left by Godin.

"This is Atlético Madrid."

Klopp, holding the tactics board, looked serious. "They will use every means to make you suffer, to make you angry, to make you lose your temper."

"Herling, calm down." Klopp glanced at Haaland, who was venting his anger on the locker. "They'll target you even more in the second half. Don't give the referee a chance to pull out a red card."

Haaland gritted his teeth and nodded. He had nearly been sent off in the final stages of the first half for a retaliatory push.

"Qin".

Klopp looked at Qin Feng.

"They'll be even more aggressive in the second half. You need to step up."

"Since they want to strangle us with their bodies, then use your skills to cut their noose... one by one."

Qin Feng was bending down to adjust his shin guards.

Upon hearing this, he raised his head, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Jürgen."

"Since they like to play hardball, then I'll show them what it means to... overcome hardness with softness."

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Atletico Madrid were clearly unwilling to accept defeat at home.

55 minutes.

Simeone brought on Lemar to strengthen the attack down the flanks. Atletico Madrid pressed forward with all their players, attempting to overwhelm Dortmund.

60 minutes.

An accident happened.

Achraf slipped and lost his position while defending Lemar's breakthrough due to the wet grass. Lemar then crossed from the byline!

Griezmann missed a crucial point!

Diego Costa, unmarked at the far post, unleashed a powerful shot!

1: 1!

Atletico Madrid have equalized!

Wanda Metropolitano Stadium erupted in cheers!

Simeone waved his arms wildly on the sidelines, encouraging the fans to create an even louder roar.

"This is hell! No one leaves alive!" This was the message on a TIFO (giant poster) held by Atlético Madrid fans.

The game entered Atletico Madrid's favorite rhythm – physical battles, fouls, and cutting time in the game.

70 minutes.

Haaland was struck in the back of the head by Godin in a very subtle elbow strike during a counter-attack, and fell to the ground in pain. The referee still didn't call a foul!

Haaland was enraged and rushed forward to attack, but Qin Feng held him back tightly.

"Don't fall for it!" Qin Feng yelled in Harland's ear. "He's acting! Do you want to get sent off?!"

Haaland was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, but he managed to hold back.

The scene became increasingly chaotic.

80 minutes.

The score remains 1-1.

Everyone felt that Dortmund was lucky to take a point away from home. After all, this was the Wanda Metropolitano, a place where even Real Madrid struggled to escape unscathed.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at Godin who was looking smug on the other side, and suddenly smiled.

He bent down and tightened his shoelaces.

On the system panel, the **[King of Football Halo]** is flashing with golden light.

[Host detected to be in the "enemy's home turf".]

[Passive talent "Away Silencer" activated: The louder the boos from away games, the more the host's dribbling ability increases by 20%!]

"Trying to drag the game into a quagmire?"

Qin Feng straightened up, his eyes becoming incredibly deep.

"Then I'll dance on your mud pit..."

……

85 minutes.

Dortmund intercepted the ball in their own half.

Witsel passed the ball to Qin Feng.

At this moment, Qin Feng was near the center line, receiving the ball with his back to the goal.

Saul immediately moved close, ready to use his body to push Qin Feng away, just like he did in the first half.

But this time, it happened in the instant of physical contact!

Qin Feng did not resist!

His body moved like an eel, suddenly turning in the direction of Saul's force!

Marseille Turn!

Saul missed his target and staggered like a drunkard!

Qin Feng turned and dribbled forward!

Kirk charged over!

Qin Feng did not slow down. He flicked the ball to the left with his right foot and then cut it off with his left foot!

Fried meatballs!

His movements were so fast that you couldn't even see his footwork! Kirk only saw a blur before Qin Feng had already slipped past him!

"It's over!!! Qin Feng beat two people in a row!!!"

"He's dancing at Wanda Metropolis!!!"

Ahead lies Atletico Madrid's last line of defense – Godin and Gimenez.

These two world-class center-backs are now on high alert.

Qin Feng, carrying the ball, charged towards them.

Godin, with his experience, didn't blindly rush in, but instead fought back and retreated, trying to block Qin Feng's shooting angle. Jimenez, on the other hand, waited for an opportunity to press.

This was a typical case of two defenses against one.

Everyone thought Qin Feng would pass the ball to Haaland, who was making a run down the flank.

Even Godin moved a step toward Haaland, ready to cut off the passing lane.

In that very instant!

Qin Feng suddenly took a step forward and to the left with his left foot, shifting his body weight significantly to the left, making a feint to pass the ball to Haaland!

Godin fell for it! His weight shifted completely to his left!

But Qin Feng's right foot!

But at the moment he touched the ball, he didn't pass it!

Instead, he used the outside of his foot to flick the ball sharply to the right!

A cow's tail!!!

An extremely exaggerated and inhumane cow tail dribble!

"OMG!!!"

In the commentary booth, Zhan Jun exclaimed in disbelief, "That's Ronaldinho's signature move!!! Qin Feng used it while running at high speed!!!"

Godin tried to forcefully shift his center of gravity, but slipped and fell awkwardly into the penalty area!

He swayed and fell over!!!

Atletico Madrid's captain! The world's best center-back, Godin! Was outmaneuvered by Qin Feng!!!

At this moment, only goalkeeper Oblak remained in front of Qin Feng.

This world's number one goalkeeper spread his arms wide, blocking all angles.

Qin Feng did not unleash a powerful shot.

He looked at the angle where there was only a narrow gap and gently rubbed his foot.

The ball traced a rainbow-like arc, soaring over Oblak's head and heading towards the far corner of the goal.

Spoon-assisted overhead shot!

This is a complete and utter humiliation!

Oblak turned back in despair.

Watching the ball fall lightly into the net.

1-2!!!

"Goal!!! Goal!!! Unbelievable goal!!!"

"Dribble past three players! Shake off Godin! Panenka lob shot!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! He's not just playing football!!! He's dancing in the heart of Atlético Madrid!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng did not run around celebrating.

He stood in front of Godin, whom he had knocked down, but did not reach out to help him up.

He simply glanced around at the completely silent stands.

Fifty thousand Atlético Madrid fans were deathly silent.

Qin Feng placed his hands beside his ears, making a listening gesture.

"Where's the booing?"

"Wasn't it very loud just now? Why can't I hear it now...?"

……

This is more than just a goal.

This was an execution.

A public execution of Atletico Madrid's prized, iron-clad defense.

In the remaining minutes, Atletico Madrid completely collapsed.

Their confidence was shattered by that goal. Godin didn't even dare to look Qin Feng in the eye.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!!!"

The final whistle blew.

Borussia Dortmund snatched a 2-1 away victory against Atletico Madrid!

Qin Feng conquered this steel fortress in the most cruel and magnificent way.

Post-match, mixed zone.

Reporters surrounded Qin Feng completely.

"Qin! How did you manage to pull off that dribbling move?"

"Some people say this is an insult to Godin. What do you think about that?"

Qin Feng took the microphone and wiped the sweat from his face.

"humiliation?"

He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"No, that's teaching."

"I want to tell them that football is more than just physicality and fouls; it also includes..."

Qin Feng pointed to his head, then to his feet.

"And art."

After saying that, he took off the jersey with the number 7 printed on it, threw it to a young fan in the stands wearing a Borussia Dortmund jersey, and then turned and left.

……

the next day.

The front page headline of Marca contained only one word:

【DIOS】(God)

The accompanying image shows Godin falling to the ground, looking desperately at Qin Feng's back.

In the corner of that photo, you can also see Simeone on the sidelines with his hands behind his head and a blank expression.

That night, there was only one god in Wanda Metropolis.

His name is Qin Feng.