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

April 10, 2019. Barcelona.

Camp Nou Stadium.

This largest football temple in Europe transformed into a red and blue active volcano tonight. Ninety-eight thousand Catalan die-hards filled every corner, and a giant TIFO covered the entire stand: "Welcome to Hell."

Champions League quarter-final first leg: Barcelona vs. Borussia Dortmund.

Before the match, major European bookmakers overwhelmingly favored Barcelona in the odds. After all, with Messi, Suarez, and Coutinho, Barcelona was virtually invincible at Camp Nou.

How long can Borussia Dortmund hold out at Camp Nou?

"Qin Feng? Even the Ballon d'Or winner has to bow down before Messi!"

Inside the passageway.

Messi stood at the very front of the line, not very tall, still sporting his signature beard. He simply stood there quietly, and the air around him seemed to thicken.

That's the aura. The imposing presence built up over a decade of dominating the football world, the aura of the "King of Football".

Qin Feng stood behind him, a head taller than Messi.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Are you ready, Qin?" Messi's voice was gentle, like a friendly neighbor.

"Be ready, Leo." Qin Feng's lips curled up, but his palms were sweaty. "Remember our bet, I'm taking your jersey."

Messi smiled, said nothing, and turned to walk onto the pitch.

But in that instant of turning around, Qin Feng keenly sensed that the sleeping lion had opened its eyes.

……

"beep--!"

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

From the very first second, Camp Nou transformed into a sea of ​​red and blue.

Barcelona displayed suffocating control. Busquets, Rakitic, Arthur... these midfield maestros kept the ball firmly at their feet, like a giant net, trapping Dortmund in the middle.

For the first 15 minutes, Dortmund couldn't even get past their own half. Their possession was a terrifying 82% to 18%.

Haaland was frantic in the attacking third, running around like a headless fly; Sancho was overwhelmed by Alba's speed.

20 minutes.

Messi receives the ball on the right side of midfield.

Facing a double-team from Delaney and Ashraf.

Messi didn't pass the ball. He simply lowered his shoulder slightly, and with a lightning-fast flick of his left foot, changed the direction of the ball!

The frequency is too high!

That pace was simply beyond human limits! Before Delaney could react, Messi had already slipped through the gap between the two!

"Stop him!!!" Hummels shouted in terror.

Messi dribbles inside!

Facing Akanji's cover, Messi made a shooting feint, causing Akanji to shift his weight, and then gently cut inside!

Break into the restricted area!

Facing the attack from Bilge.

Messi didn't even look up at the goal.

He lightly rubbed his left foot.

spoon!

The ball traced a rainbow-like arc, soared over Bürki's head, and floated lightly into the net.

1: 0!

"Goooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Leo Messi!!! Aliens have arrived!!!"

Camp Nou erupted instantly! Ninety-eight thousand people chanted Messi's name in unison, the sound was so loud it could shatter eardrums!

Messi spread his arms and ran toward the corner flag, a calm smile on his face.

This is God.

kill without spilling blood.

……

On the sidelines, Klopp kicked a water bottle hard, chewing gum so fast it looked like he was biting someone.

"Too strong..." Jazz frowned. "We simply can't take it."

On the field.

The young Dortmund players were somewhat bewildered. Sancho stared at Messi's retreating figure with a look of awe. Haaland stomped his feet in frustration, but had no way to vent his anger—the ball simply couldn't reach him.

Qin Feng stood in the center circle, looking at the deified figure, and took a deep breath.

It's really strong.

That state of perfect harmony between man and ball is indeed something he can hardly reach now.

but……

"Is this the limit?"

Qin Feng bent down and tightened his shoelaces again.

On the system panel, the passive talent was flashing wildly, emitting a golden light.

[The host has been detected encountering a "King of Football" level opponent.]

[Passive talent "Godslayer" activated!]

[Effect: When facing Messi, the host's explosive power increases by 30%! Dribbling success rate increases by 20%!]

A scorching force shot from the soles of Qin Feng's feet straight to the top of his head.

That's the feeling of an adrenaline rush.

It's more like the feeling of burning ambition.

"Erling!"

Qin Feng suddenly shouted.

Haaland, who was looking sullen, looked up.

Qin Feng pointed to Barcelona's center-back, Lenglet.

Stop looking at Messi.

Qin Feng's voice was cold and firm.

"That Frenchman (Lenglet) is a coward. When the ball comes, you're going to smash him to pieces!"

Haaland paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Roger that, boss."

……

35 minutes.

Dortmund intercepted the ball in their own half. Witsel passed the ball to Qin Feng.

At this moment, Qin Feng was in his own half of the court.

Busquets immediately closed in. This Barcelona "football ignoramus," though not fast, has extremely accurate anticipation, stretching out his long leg to try and intercept the ball.

But this time, he encountered Qin Feng, who had activated the [Godslayer]!

Qin Feng did not pass the ball!

The instant he received the ball, he turned halfway and powerfully flicked it behind him with his right foot!

The ball and the player have passed each other!

Busquets only felt a yellow lightning bolt flash before his eyes!

"It's over!!! Qin Feng has bypassed Busquets!!!"

There was an open space ahead!

Qin Feng dribbles the ball at breakneck speed!

His long strides and flowing hair made the old fans of Camp Nou feel a momentary daze.

This scene...it's so similar!

It looks just like the scene of that number 22 in the red and black jersey, who single-handedly broke through the barrier here back then!

"Kaka?! No! It's Qin Feng!!!"

Rakitic rushed over to cover!

Qin Feng didn't slow down! While running at high speed, he suddenly flicked the ball to the right front with the outside of his right foot!

Change direction!

Rakitic was shaken and lost his balance!

"He beat two players in a row!!! He's recreating Kaká's miracle at Camp Nou!!!"

At this moment, Qin Feng had already reached the edge of the restricted area.

Piqué and Lenglet, the two center-backs, were on high alert and retreated while fighting.

Qin Feng glanced at the right flank.

There, Haaland is pulling up at high speed!

"then!!!"

Qin Feng delivered a highly penetrating diagonal pass!

The ball went through Pique's legs and found Haaland!

Haaland receives the ball!

Before him stood Lenglet.

The French center-back attempted to block the defender with his body.

But Haaland was completely unreasonable! He was like a fully fueled heavy tank, ramming Lenglet directly with his shoulder!

boom!

A muffled thud!

Lenglet was knocked out of bounds!

Violent aesthetics!

Eat it raw!

Haaland burst into the penalty area, faced Ter Stegen, and without any adjustment, unleashed a powerful left-footed shot!

Explosive Shot!

boom!

The ball, like a cannonball, carrying Haaland's fury, blasted into the near corner of the goal!

1-1!!!

"Goal!!! Haaland!!! A long-range assist from Qin Feng!!!"

"Dortmund have equalized!!!"

After scoring, Haaland let out a thunderous roar, charged towards Qin Feng, and hoisted Qin Feng onto his shoulder!

"Boss! That pass was awesome!!!"

Qin Feng sat on Haaland's shoulders, looking down at the silent Camp Nou.

He saw Messi.

Messi stood with his hands on his hips, looking at him. The previous ease in his eyes was gone, replaced by a serious expression.

Qin Feng smiled.

He gestured with his chin toward Messi.

Leo, the game has only just begun.

……

The 1-1 scoreline has Barcelona on edge. This is Camp Nou, and they cannot accept a draw.

In the second half, Barcelona launched a furious attack. In the 72nd minute, Messi stepped up again, scoring with a low shot to make it 2-1.

In the 85th minute, Dortmund retreated entirely into defense.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Klopp shouted from the sidelines.

But Qin Feng didn't think so. He looked at the scoreboard; there were still 5 minutes left.

88 minutes.

Barcelona's corner kick was cleared. The ball fell to Sancho's feet.

Sancho looked up and saw a figure rushing forward frantically.

It's Qin Feng! He was still able to sprint in the 88th minute!

"Boss!!!"

Sancho delivers a long pass!

The ball flew towards Barcelona's half! At this moment, only Pique remained in Barcelona's backfield!

A one-on-one opportunity?! No! Pique is in a better position!

Pique anticipated the ball's trajectory and prepared to head it back to the goalkeeper.

But just as Pique jumped!

He felt immense pressure coming from behind him!

Qin Feng!

He leaped high into the air while running at high speed! [Jumping Ability: S-level]! He actually managed to snatch the ball right off Pique's head!

"Mount Tai is pressing down!!! Qin Feng has defeated Pique in the contest for the summit!!!"

Landing!

Qin Feng smoothly pushed the ball forward!

Ter Stegen abandons his goal and attacks!

Facing this German goalkeeper, Qin Feng did not take a shot.

While running, he lightly flicked his right toe!

A lobbed pass to get past the defender!

The ball sailed over Ter Stegen's head!

Qin Feng caught up with the ball and faced an open goal!

But he didn't push it in directly.

He stopped the ball. He stood on the goal line. He glanced back at Pique and Alba, who were desperately chasing after him.

then……

He gently tapped the ball into the goal with his heel.

2-2!!!

"It's in!!! It's in!!! Unbelievable!!!"

"In the 89th minute!!! Qin Feng scored a humiliating equalizer against Barcelona!!!"

Qin Feng did not sprint after scoring the goal.

He stood at the baseline, took off his jersey, and held up the bright red number "7" high for all 98,000 Barcelona fans to see.

[Show off your jersey!]

This is a tribute. A tribute to the gesture Messi made at the Bernabéu two years ago.

But today, at Camp Nou.

The person who made this gesture is named Qin Feng.

He used this method to tell the world:

Even gods bleed.