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

The night they conquered Wanda Metropolitano sent shockwaves through the entire European football world.

Death descends! Borussia Dortmund defeats Atletico Madrid and Monaco in quick succession!

"The Group of Death? For Qin Feng, this is a playground!"

Riding high on two consecutive victories, the entire Borussia Dortmund team flew to Milan three days later.

Malpensa Airport.

Instead of flowers, they were greeted by a barrage of cameras from Italian media and dozens of Inter Milan die-hard fans raising their middle fingers.

"Dortmund, go back!"

"This is the Meazza! Not your backyard!"

Inter Milan are in a precarious position as their opponent in the third round of the group stage. They have a draw and a loss in the first two rounds, and a home defeat to Borussia Dortmund in this match would severely jeopardize their chances of advancing.

This is a do-or-die battle for Inter Milan.

Just hours earlier, an interview added fuel to the fire in this life-or-death battle.

Wanda Nara, the wife and agent of Inter Milan captain Mauro Icardi, went all out on the Italian hit football program "Tiki Taka":

"Qin Feng? Yes, he scored a beautiful goal in Madrid. But he was facing Godin, a defender whose turning speed is as slow as an old lady."

"Tonight he's facing Skriniar and De Vrij. That's the strongest, most solid defense in Serie A."

"As for that Norwegian kid Haaland? Please, Mauro (Icardi) was already dominating Serie A at his age. Tonight, Mauro will teach that roughneck what a real striker is."

On the bus.

Haaland stared at the translation app on his phone, so angry that he squeezed his water bottle so hard it made a cracking sound.

"This woman knows absolutely nothing about football!"

Haaland's face flushed red. "I'm going to rip her mouth off! No, I'm going to shoot through Inter's net!"

Qin Feng was sitting in the front row, wearing headphones and resting with his eyes closed. Hearing the noise, he took off one earphone and turned to look at Haaland, who looked like an angry bull.

"Erlin".

Qin Feng's voice was soft, yet it carried a calming power.

If a dog bites you, are you going to bite back?

Haaland paused for a moment, then asked, "What should we do? Just let her yell at us?"

"Find a stick."

Qin Feng pointed to the San Siro (Meazza) stadium, which stood majestically in the night outside the window. It was once the center of world football and the birthplace of countless legends.

"Kill the dog."

……

20:45 in the evening.

Giuseppe Meazza Stadium.

Eighty thousand Nerazzurri (Inter Milan fans' nickname) turned this place into a blue-black sea. A giant TIFO slowly rose—a huge blue-black serpent, opening its blood-red maw, ready to devour a tiny bee.

"Pazza Inter! Amala!" (Crazy Inter, love them!)

The match began amidst the deafening strains of the team anthem.

Spalletti deployed Inter's preferred 4-2-3-1 formation. Brozovic and Vecino served as the two holding midfielders, Perisic and Politano provided attacking runs down the wings, and Icardi led the attack as the lone striker.

The core logic of this lineup is simple: defense and counter-attack.

In the first 20 minutes, Dortmund were in a tough fight.

Inter Milan's defense was very layered, like a flexible net. No matter where Qin Feng passed the ball, someone would always cut off the route immediately. And Skriniar—the center-back who will be one of the world's top three for the next few years—was like an iron plate, firmly blocking Haaland's body.

25 minutes.

An accident happened.

Achraf Hakimi advanced down the right flank but couldn't get back in time. Perisic intercepted the ball and launched a counter-attack!

Croatia's winger sprints all the way down the wing and crosses the ball!

Forward!

Icardi, who had been strolling around the attacking third as if detached from the game, suddenly started moving!

That's what makes the "Tin Man" so terrifying. He can disappear for 89 minutes, and then kill someone in just one minute.

Icardi, ahead of Akanji, turned and looked back at the moon in an extremely awkward posture!

boom!

The ball went into a dead corner!

1: 0!

Inter Milan are in the lead!

After scoring, Icardi rushed to the sidelines, towards the Dortmund substitutes' bench. He put his hands to his ears, making the exact same "listening" gesture as Qin Feng in the previous match!

provocative!

This is blatant provocation!

Wanda jumped up excitedly in the stands and blew a kiss to the camera, as if to say: Look, this is a true archer!

Haaland was so angry his eyes almost popped out.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at the arrogant Argentinian with a blank expression.

He simply bent down and adjusted the shin guards.

The task progress bar is flashing on the system panel.

Main Quest: Conquer the Group of Death (2/3)

[Current objective: Destroy the blue-black serpent's fangs.]

"Learn from me?"

Qin Feng straightened up, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's see if you can grasp the essence."

……

The game restarts.

Trailing, Dortmund launched a furious counterattack. But under Skriniar's leadership, Inter's penalty area became a no-fly zone. Haaland's several attempts at physical duels were skillfully thwarted by the Slovakian.

The first half has ended. 0-1.

During halftime, Klopp slammed his tactical board in the locker room.

"Is this your response? Being ridden on by an Argentinian who only knows how to eat pies?"

Klopp pointed at Haaland, "Herling, what are you afraid of? Is Skriniar made of iron? Charge him! Run! Don't stand like a log in the penalty area!"

Haaland kept his head down, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Qin".

Klopp turned to Qin Feng, his tone softening somewhat, but his eyes remained stern.

"Inter's midfield defense is very flexible. We need speed. Not the speed of passing, but the speed of dribbling forward."

"This is Meazza."

Klopp paused, then looked at Qin Feng meaningfully.

Do you know who this stadium used to belong to?

Qin Feng looked up at the slightly yellowed poster on the locker room wall. Although it was Inter Milan's home stadium, since they shared the San Siro, Milan's influence was everywhere.

On the poster, the Son of God, dressed in red and black number 22, is pointing both fingers to the sky.

Ricardo Kaka.

Qin Feng smiled.

He stood up and tightened the captain's armband on his arm.

"I know."

"Jürgen, second half... give me the ball."

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

60 minutes.

Inter Milan remained defensively huddled, attempting to hold onto their 1-0 lead.

Dortmund intercepted the ball in their own half. Witsel passed the ball to Qin Feng, who had dropped back into his own half.

At this moment, they were 70 meters away from Inter Milan's goal.

Brozovic and Vecino formed the first line of defense.

Qin Feng gets the ball.

He neither passed the ball nor observed the surroundings.

He simply leaned forward slightly, and then—

start up!

[Kaka Template: Striding Forward (S-Rank)]

There were no fancy feints, just pure acceleration!

He dribbled the ball forward five meters from near the center circle!

Vecino tried to reach out and pull him, but Qin Feng swept past him like a gust of wind! He didn't even get a touch on the hem of Qin Feng's clothes!

"Stop him!!!" Spalletti shouted in terror from the sidelines.

Brozovic charged forward, ready to slide tackle!

As Qin Feng sprinted at high speed, he flicked the ball forward and to the right again with the outside of his right foot!

Change direction!

No deceleration during the lane change!

Brozovic shoved it away!

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

"He's charging forward! At the San Siro! At this moment, it's as if the shadows of red and black are overlapping!!!"

In the commentary box, the Italian commentator's voice trembled. This scene was all too familiar, so familiar that it reminded him of the man who had once dominated Serie A.

Ahead lies Skriniar.

The Slovakian defender retreated while fighting, his eyes fixed on the ball at Qin Feng's feet. He didn't rush in to tackle; he was waiting for Qin Feng to slow down.

But Qin Feng did not slow down!

He dribbled the ball and charged straight at Skriniar!

Just as the two were about to collide, Qin Feng's shoulder slumped to the left!

Skriniar shifted his center of gravity slightly!

In the blink of an eye!

Qin Feng flicked the ball to the right with the inside of his right foot, and then followed up with his left foot, passing between Skriniar's legs!

A groin dribble!

The upgraded version of fried meatballs – a human-ball split!

Skriniar tried to close the door, but Qin Feng had already slipped past him like a yellow lightning bolt!

"They've made it through!!! Skriniar's been blown up!!!"

One-on-one!

Facing Handanovic!

Qin Feng did not seek credit!

Because he saw the huge figure that had flanked him perfectly at the far post!

He delivered a perfect cross from just outside the baseline!

Haaland arrived in a flash!

Facing an open goal, the Norwegian beast, who had been frustrated all game, unleashed all his anger in this one kick!

boom!

The ball almost pierced the net!

1-1!!!

"Goal!!! Haaland!!! A solo assist from Qin Feng!!!"

"A 70-meter sprint! He beat three players! That's a Kaká-esque goal!!!"

After scoring, Haaland rushed into the net to retrieve the ball and ran back to the center circle. As he passed Icardi, he deliberately bumped into the latter's shoulder.

"Archer?"

Haaland grinned, his eyes fierce.

"You're just a little brother."

……

The 1-1 scoreline brought a brief silence to the San Siro stadium.

But this is not enough.

Qin Feng didn't want a draw.

88 minutes.

The match is about to end.

Inter Milan, not wanting to drop points at home, began to press forward in attack.

Perisic's cross was headed away by Hummels.

The ball landed at Qin Feng's feet.

Counterattack!

At this moment, Inter Milan only had De Vrij in their backfield.

Qin Feng received the ball and turned around.

De Vrij was smart; he knew he couldn't catch Qin Feng, so he directly reached out to try and commit a tactical foul!

Even if it means getting a red card, we must stop them!

But Qin Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head!

He kicked the ball away the instant De Vrij reached out!

He kicked it into that ridiculously large gap!

then……

Off-the-ball sprint!

De Vrij held onto Qin Feng's jersey tightly!

Hiss!

The jersey was stretched out of shape and even torn in one direction!

But Qin Feng did not fall!

[Core Strength: S-Rank]

He was like a wild horse that had broken free of its chains, forcefully breaking free of de Vrij's pull!

"Unstoppable!!! Absolutely unstoppable!!!"

"He's committing a crime! He's committing a crime at the Meazza!!!"

Qin Feng caught up with the ball!

One-on-one!

Another one-on-one opportunity!

Handanovic rushed out of his goal to attack!

Facing this Italian Serie A goalkeeper, Qin Feng neither took a shot nor dribbled past him.

As he ran, he gently flicked the ball up with the toe of his right foot.

The ball traced an extremely high arc.

It passed over Handanovic's desperate fingers.

It passed over the head of Skriniar, who was chasing back.

It drew a perfect rainbow in the sky.

then……

Falling into emptiness.

2-1!!!

"A game-winning shot!!! Another game-winning shot!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! He's at the San Siro Stadium! He's replicated the miracle of the Prince of San Siro!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng did not sprint.

He slowly walked to the corner flag area.

That's the North Stand, the stand for Inter Milan's die-hard fans.

Faced with a chorus of boos and middle fingers.

Qin Feng turned around, his back to the stands.

He pointed his thumbs to the name on the back of his jersey—QIN.

Remember this name.

Even if this is the Meazza, even if this is hell.

God is still God.