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

Returning to Dortmund with a 2-1 away win, the entire city was filled with an atmosphere of "it's all settled".

Tickets for the South Stand at the Westfalenstadion have been scalped to exorbitant prices. Eighty thousand Borussia Dortmund fans arrived early, and the famous "yellow and black wall" was erected once again, with the giant skull TIFO making every visiting player feel suffocated.

But Tottenham did not give up.

At the pre-match press conference, Pochettino looked grim: "This is only the first half. We made mistakes at Wembley, but if we score two goals here, we'll advance."

Son Heung-min sat silently to the side. But in his eyes, which were fixed on the camera, the flames of revenge still burned.

He was not reconciled.

……

20:45 in the evening.

"beep--!"

Game start!

Tottenham pounced like mad dogs. They had no choice but to attack.

15 minutes.

Son Heung-min received the ball on the left wing. Facing Achraf Hakimi's defense, he used two feints to create space before unleashing a powerful shot!

boom!

The ball slammed hard against the outside of the post and bounced out!

The audience gasped!

22 minutes.

Alli played a through ball from the edge of the penalty area, and Kane beat the offside trap!

One-on-one!

But Bürki made a brilliant save, blocking what seemed like a sure goal with his leg!

Tottenham's attacks were relentless. Dortmund were somewhat on the back foot.

Klopp, standing on the sidelines, frowned and chewed his gum faster: "These Englishmen are crazy. They're gambling, betting we'll be crushed."

On the field.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at his teammates who were panting heavily.

Tottenham's high-pressing style is indeed fierce, but it also means...

Behind them, there was no space at all.

35 minutes.

Tottenham's corner kick attack was cleared.

The ball fell to Witsel's feet. Instead of blindly launching a long ball, the Belgian calmly passed it to Qin Feng, who had dropped back to receive it.

At this moment, Qin Feng was in his own half of the court, five meters away from the center line.

In front of him, apart from Lowry, who was positioned somewhat forward and still directing his teammates to retreat, there was only a vast open area.

Tottenham's defenders are still in the attacking third and haven't come back yet!

Qin Feng looked up.

[God's-eye view] instantly activated!

The red goalpost appeared infinitely larger in his field of vision.

Lloris, standing near the penalty spot, looked like an unsuspecting prey.

"Chance."

Qin Feng did not dribble forward.

There wasn't even a running start.

The instant he received the ball, he swung his right leg!

boom!

A crisp, muffled thud pierced through the clamor of Westfall!

The ball soared into the air from their own half!

It drew an extremely high parabola, crossing the midline, over the Tottenham defenders who were chasing back, and over everyone's heads!

Lori was retreating when he heard the sound and turned around. He was terrified!

The ball is falling rapidly!

That landing point... was right at the goal!

Lorry retreated desperately, even using his hands and feet, looking like a clown who had fallen down! He jumped up with all his might, his fingertips even touching the ball!

But the trajectory of that ball was just perfect!

Swish!

The ball grazed the bottom edge of the crossbar and fell precisely into the net!

Lori slammed into the post, staring in despair at the ball spinning in the net.

1-0!!!

"It's in!!! It's in!!! Oh my god!!!"

"A super long-range lob shot!!! A 60-meter half-field lob shot!!!"

"Qin Feng!!! He pulled off a Beckham-esque miracle in Westphalia!!!"

The entire stadium exploded instantly!

Eighty thousand fans stood up at the same time, some holding their heads, some roaring, and some even kneeling on the ground in worship!

After scoring, Qin Feng did not sprint.

He simply stood there, arms outstretched, head tilted back, and eyes closed.

At that moment, all the lights in Westphalia were focused on him.

He is the god of this place.

……

That half-court lob shot completely killed the game and also extinguished Tottenham's fighting spirit.

Pochettino slumped on the coaching bench, looking completely dazed.

Son Heung-min stared blankly at the still-swaying net.

Is this the difference?

Even with all his might, he could only watch the man's figure grow ever more distant.

The second half turned into garbage time.

In the 75th minute, Haaland headed in a cross from Sancho to make it 2-0.

The aggregate score was 4-1 over two legs.

Borussia Dortmund proudly advance to the Champions League quarterfinals!

……

After the game.

All of Europe is talking about that half-court lob shot.

"60-meter lob shot! Qin Feng redefines shooting range!"

Lori becomes background! Qin Feng is shooing for the Puskás Award of the Year!

But Qin Feng didn't pay much attention to these praises.

Because the real challenge has only just begun.

Three days later. Nyon.

The draw for the Champions League quarter-finals.

The remaining eight teams are all tough opponents: Barcelona, ​​Juventus, Liverpool, Manchester City, Ajax, Manchester United, Porto... and Borussia Dortmund.

"I hope I get a good draw," Watzke prayed from the audience.

But Qin Feng had a premonition.

The system's task for him was to become a "six-time champion." To become a god, he had to trample all the gods under his feet.

The drawing of lots begins.

Group 1: Ajax vs. Juventus. Ronaldo is going to face the underdog.

Group 2: Liverpool vs. Porto. Klopp's former club got a big surprise.

Group 3: Tottenham Hotspur vs. Manchester City. An all-English Premier League clash.

So, the remaining group...

The draw guest, Shevchenko, took out the last two balls.

"FC Barcelona" (Barcelona).

The audience gasped!

Messi's Barcelona! That's a phenomenal team with Messi, Suarez, and Dembele!

Then, the last ball was opened.

"Borussia Dortmund" (Dortmund).

boom--!

The whole place erupted in chaos!

Qin Feng vs. Messi!

Ballon d'Or winner vs. King of Football!

The camera immediately focused on Qin Feng.

Everyone thought he would be nervous and worried. After all, that's Barcelona, ​​the Barcelona with Messi.

But Qin Feng just smiled.

He picked up his phone and sent Messi a text message.

[Leo, get your jersey ready. I'm taking it home this time.]

A few seconds later, Messi returned.

I'll be waiting for you. See you at Camp Nou.

……

Back to Dortmund.

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

Many young players feel their legs go weak just looking at the name Barcelona. Messi, that alien who has dominated football for over a decade.

"Are you all scared?"

Qin Feng walked into the locker room and looked at his group of dejected teammates.

"That's Messi..." Sancho muttered to himself, "and Suarez too. Their attacking line is terrifying."

"so what?"

Qin Feng walked to the tactics board and circled Barcelona's name.

"Messi is very strong. But he's also human."

"and……"

Qin Feng pointed to himself, then to Haaland next to him.

There are two of us.

"Herling, tell me, do you want to swap jerseys with Messi?"

Haaland was polishing his shoes when he heard this. He looked up, grinned, and revealed a set of bright white teeth.

"I want to. But I want to score a goal in front of him even more."

"That's right."

Qin Feng clapped his hands.

"Listen up, all of you."

"Barcelona's defense isn't strong right now. Pique is getting old, and Lenglet is a sieve."

"If we just run, we can trample their backyard."

"We're not going on a pilgrimage to this match."

Qin Feng's eyes became incredibly sharp.

"We're here to dethrone the old king."