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

February 13, 2019. London.

The winter winds swept across the Thames like knives.

Two months have passed since that breathtaking Champions League draw. In those two months, Borussia Dortmund has dominated the Bundesliga, securing the mid-season title. The "beast duo" of Qin Feng and Haaland have scored a combined 35 goals, not only reigning supreme in the Bundesliga but also drawing attention from all over Europe.

But tonight, Wembley Stadium is destined to be anything but peaceful.

Champions League Round of 16, First Leg: Tottenham Hotspur vs. Borussia Dortmund.

This is not just an elimination tournament, but a "battle for the throne" watched by billions of people across Asia.

At the pre-match press conference, South Korean reporters bombarded Tottenham manager Mauricio Pochettino and star player Son Heung-min with a barrage of questions.

"Sonny, the South Korean media is calling this a battle for the 'Ascension of a New Asian Emperor.' Do you consider yourself a greater threat than Qin Feng?"

Son Heung-min sat in front of the microphone, appearing humble, but the ambition in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Qin is the best in the world, and I respect him."

Son Heung-min paused, then looked up and stared directly at the camera.

"But this is Wembley. In the Premier League this season, I feel I'm second to none."

This statement instantly ignited public opinion.

Son Heung-min declares war! Tonight, Wembley belongs to the Koreans!

"Qin Feng? Even the Golden Globe winner will get lost at White Hart Lane (Wembley)!"

……

In the locker room.

Haaland glanced at the translation on his phone and scoffed, "This kid's pretty arrogant. Boss, should I go break his legs?"

"Erling, shut up."

Qin Feng was tying his shoelaces and didn't even look up when he heard this.

"Son Heung-min is very fast; he can shoot with both feet, which is deadly on the counter-attack. Don't underestimate him."

In his past life, Qin Feng knew all too well the strength of that Korean man. That man, who could score a goal from seventy meters away in a single, spectacular run, certainly had the right to be arrogant.

But he only has capital.

And Qin Feng... is the bookmaker.

"Let's go."

Qin Feng stood up, put on the bright red captain's armband, and his eyes were as calm as a deep pool of water.

"Go tell Wembley who the real master of this place is."

……

20:00 in the evening.

"beep--!"

The referee, Laos, blew his whistle, and the match began!

The pitch at Wembley was slippery, but that didn't affect Tottenham's speed.

Pochettino deployed a highly attacking 3-5-2 formation. Son Heung-min and Kane partnered as the two strikers, with Eriksen providing support from behind.

10 minutes.

Dortmund controlled possession and attacked. Witsel was tackled like a bull by Sissoko in midfield, and the ball was lost!

"Counterattack!!!"

The ball quickly reached Eriksen's feet. Without controlling it, the Dane launched a long, over-the-top pass into the attacking third!

There, Son Heung-min has already started!

"Son Heung-min!!! That's too fast!!!"

Facing Hummels, who was a little slow to turn, Son Heung-min displayed top-tier explosiveness. With a burst of speed, he completely overpowered Hummels!

One-on-one!

Facing Bürki, Son Heung-min remained extremely calm and fired a left-footed shot into the far corner!

1: 0!

Tottenham are in the lead!

After scoring, Son Heung-min sprinted towards the corner flag and performed his signature knee slide celebration.

Wembley Stadium erupted! South Korean fans in the stands were so excited they cried, waving their South Korean flags and shouting wildly!

Look! This is our Sonny! This is Asia's number one!

He scored a goal in front of Qin Feng!

Son Heung-min turned around, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally drifting towards Qin Feng in the center circle. His eyes were filled with provocation and a desire to prove himself.

……

0: 1.

Dortmund are trailing away from home.

Klopp frowned on the sidelines. Tottenham's high pressing was too aggressive, completely cutting off the connection between Qin Feng and Haaland.

"Don't panic."

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, stepping on the ball.

He looked at the Korean man who was celebrating, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Soon?

That's pretty fast.

But do you want to be number one in Asia?

That depends on whether I agree or not.

……

The game has restarted.

Dortmund attempted a counter-attack, but Tottenham's three-man defense was extremely tight. Vertonghen, Sanchez, and Alderweireld formed a solid wall, blocking the penalty area.

35 minutes.

Qin Feng receives the ball in the attacking third. Trippier and Sissoko double-team him.

Qin Feng didn't pass the ball. He looked at the two Tottenham players and suddenly made a feint towards the byline!

Trippier shifted his weight backward!

In that very instant!

Qin Feng flicked the ball inwards with the outside of his right foot!

Cow's tail!

Trippier was jolted and stumbled!

Qin Feng dodged to create an angle and cut inside!

Alderweireld came to cover! Qin Feng, without any running start, curled a shot from the spot!

boom!

The ball hit the crossbeam!

The audience gasped!

Although it didn't go in, that shot gave Tottenham a real scare.

The first half has ended. 0-1.

……

In the locker room.

Klopp did not get angry.

"Their defenses are very tight, especially Vertonghen, who's been sticking to Erling the whole time," Klopp said, pointing to the tactics board. "We need to intensify the fighting."

"Qin".

Klopp looked at Qin Feng.

"In the second half, you and Erling will switch positions. You will move to center forward, and Erling will move to the wing."

"What?" Haaland was taken aback. "The boss is playing center? Then who's going to pass me the ball?"

"No."

Qin Feng smiled, a sly glint in his eyes.

"I'm asking you to bring their defender out. That Sanchez is a reckless guy, easily fooled by fakes."

"As long as there's an opening in the middle lane..."

Qin Feng clenched his fist.

"I could tear the ceiling off Wembley."

……

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Tottenham noticed that Dortmund had changed their formation. The big man Haaland had actually moved to the wing to harass Trippier, while Qin Feng was positioned in the center.

65 minutes.

The opportunity is coming!

Haaland received the ball on the right wing, used his physical advantage to outmaneuver Trippier, and then cut inside!

Tottenham's defense suddenly tightened up! Sanchez had to cover!

In that very instant!

Haaland delivered a low cross!

The ball flew through the crowd and arrived near the penalty spot!

That place is a vacuum!

Qin Feng!

He appeared there like a ghost!

He didn't stop the ball when it came in!

Because Vertonghen had already tackled from behind!

Qin Feng met the incoming ball with a very subtle backheel flick!

Dragon's Tail Swing!

The ball changed direction and went through Vertonghen's legs!

"That's it!!! That's incredible imagination!!!"

Facing Lori!

Qin Feng still hasn't taken a shot!

He made a fake shot, which tricked Lloris into diving to save!

then……

With a gentle flick.

The ball flew over Lloris like a feather and landed in the empty net.

1-1!!!

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

"A backheel through the legs! A chip shot into the net! Qin Feng put on a magic show at Wembley!!!"

After scoring, Qin Feng did not sprint.

He stood there, arms outstretched, facing the thousands of Borussia Dortmund fans who had traveled from afar in the stands.

Then, he put his finger to his lips and made a "shh" gesture.

This gesture was a response to the Tottenham fans in the stadium.

This is also a response to the "Asia's No. 1" debate.

At this moment, Son Heung-min stood in the center circle, looking at that figure with a complex expression.

He scored a beautiful one-on-one goal.

But Qin Feng brought in an artwork.

Is this the difference?

……

After the score was tied, Tottenham panicked a bit.

Pochettino was yelling from the sidelines, urging his team to push forward and attack. He was unwilling to accept a draw at home.

But this gave Dortmund an opportunity.

82 minutes.

Tottenham's corner kick attack failed, Bürki caught the ball and launched a quick counter-attack with a throw!

The ball found Sancho in midfield!

Sancho sprinted all the way and passed the ball to Qin Feng on the left wing!

Counterattack!

At this moment, Tottenham only had Alderweireld in their backfield!

Two against one!

Qin Feng dribbles forward!

Alderweireld fought and retreated, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng. He knew Qin Feng could dribble past opponents and pass the ball.

Qin Feng suddenly slowed down at the edge of the penalty area!

Alderweireld thought he was going to shoot and instinctively blocked the angle!

But Qin Feng used the outside of his foot to send out a curved ball!

The ball bypassed Alderweireld and found Haaland making a run at the far post!

"Smash it in there, you bastard!!!"

Haaland leaps high!

He didn't head the ball at all when Lloris came out to challenge him!

Instead, he stopped the ball with his chest and then unleashed a powerful volley!

boom!

The ball looked like it was going to tear the net apart!

2-1!!!

"A last-minute winner!!! Dortmund have taken the lead!!!"

"It's Qin Feng again!!! He orchestrated this counterattack!!! Haaland sealed the deal!!!"

……

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!!!"

The final whistle blew.

Borussia Dortmund came from behind to beat Tottenham 2-1 away from home!

In this highly anticipated "Asian Derby," Qin Feng completely outplayed Son Heung-min, who scored a goal, with one assist and one goal.

After the game.

Son Heung-min walked up to Qin Feng and took off his jersey.

His expression was somewhat dejected, but more than that, it showed admiration.

"elder brother."

Son Heung-min used a polite expression in Korean, saying, "You're really strong."

Qin Feng took the jersey and also took off his own number 7 jersey and handed it over.

He looked at this top star, who was also from Asia, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're great too, Sonny."

Qin Feng's voice was very sincere.

"But as long as I'm still here..."

Qin Feng smiled and pointed to the Golden Globe tattoo on his hand.

"You'll have to wait a little longer for this chair."

Son Heung-min paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.

Yes.

This is the king.

Even if you try your best to catch up, he will still be there, in that place you look up to, smiling at you.