Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

The next test is jumping.

Reverse vertical jump.

Hop on one leg.

The landing was stable.

Agile Ladder.

T-shaped run.

505 change of direction.

Sun Yang's explosive statistics are not exaggerated.

However, when it came to the balance test, the data started to go wrong.

Stand on one leg with your eyes closed.

Dynamic balancing plate.

Hip joint flexibility.

Range of motion of the ankle joint.

Schmidt was sitting comfortably in his chair.

As he looked around, he stood up.

"Do it again."

Sun Yang did as instructed.

Step onto the balance board with your left foot.

He swayed a few times, but quickly regained his balance.

Right foot.

Maintain stability.

The assistant coach said in a low voice, "This data is very good."

Schmidt stared at the screen, his tone becoming much more serious.

"Not very good."

"It's very rare."

"His flexibility, balance, and joint control are far superior to those of players of the same age."

Henry immediately perked up.

"His father is a Peking Opera actor."

Schmidt didn't understand.

Henry quickly gestured a couple of times.

"Chinese opera, Monkey King, somersaults, splits, I practiced these when I was a kid. Don't let his current thinness fool you, when he was a kid his muscles were so stretched that it hurt me to watch."

The assistant coach smiled.

"So he was able to pass the ball even after being knocked off course?"

Schmidt head.

"That makes sense."

"Weak in physical confrontation, but strong in body control."

"As long as he isn't knocked over head-on, he can keep the ball under his feet while off-balance."

Sun Yang stood aside without saying a word.

That's his foundation.

Not strong.

But it can be twisted.

Not hard.

But it won't fall down.

Arsenal only saw that he wasn't strong enough.

But we didn't see that even when his body was pushed to the side, he was still able to deliver the ball to the most crucial position.

The last item is a court-specific test.

Passing routes.

Playing the ball under pressure.

Scan consciousness.

Dummy interference.

Two youth team defensive midfielders came over temporarily to assist.

The tester passed the ball to Sun Yang.

Someone was sticking close behind me.

Two mannequins blocked the direct traffic lane.

The player on the left makes a run and starts moving.

Sun Yang raised his hand to ask for the ball, and before receiving it, he slightly swayed his shoulder.

Pass the ball with your right foot.

The football slipped between the two mannequins and landed half a step ahead of time.

The running player doesn't need to slow down; he can directly receive the ball and enter the wing channel.

The tester reviewed the computer's trajectory.

"The error is 23 centimeters."

Schmidt looked up.

the second time.

A ball behind the right flank.

The football crossed the simulated center-back line and landed in front of the forward run.

"The error is 18 centimeters."

the third time.

Half-turn weak side transfer.

Sun Yang received the ball with his back to the goal, flicked it with the outside of his right foot, turned his body, and swept the ball directly to the left wing.

The ball flew past, skimming the grass.

"The error is eleven centimeters."

The assistant coach fell silent.

Even though Schmidt isn't a tactical coach, he can tell this thing is extraordinary.

The fourth time, the tester deliberately missed the ball.

Sun Yang took a half step back, planted his left foot, turned his shoulder, and swept his right foot directly to the left.

The ball landed inside the sideline.

Teammates don't need to stop moving around at all.

The tester looked up.

"Again."

Sun Yang made ten passes in a row.

Nine feet in place.

The only time the kick went half a meter off target was because the player making the run stopped prematurely.

The youth team's defensive midfielder stopped, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Sorry, I thought the ball wouldn't come over."

Sun Yang smiled, panting.

"Just keep running."

It was just a very light sentence.

Several people in the training hall heard it.

Just keep running.

Whether the ball is passed accurately or not is my problem.

Henry almost cried out.

That's just like Sun Yang's words.

mad.

But you can't say he's bragging.

Because those ten kicks just now have already silenced the question.

The assistant coach picked up the phone and walked to the side.

"Michael, you'd better come and take a look."

Twenty minutes later.

Michael Zorc has arrived.

Dortmund's sporting director.

He was wearing a dark coat and holding Sun Yang's test report in his hand.

Head coach Favre also came.

The two exchanged no further pleasantries.

Zorc asked the team doctor first.

"Health risks?"

Schmidt replied, "There are no serious injuries or illnesses."

"Your left leg can pass the physical exam."

"But physical strength is insufficient. To play in the Bundesliga, a specific strength program is needed, especially for the posterior chain muscles, core anti-rotation, and upper body resistance."

Zorc continued, "Will you be on the match roster?"

Schmidt said, "Medically, yes."

"In terms of competition, it depends on the coach."

Favre looked at the assistant coach.

The assistant coach handed over the passing test data.

"The accuracy of long passes under pressure is very high."

"His ball control through the flanks, his weak-side passes, and his half-turn passes are all very consistent."

"He doesn't scan the ball many times before passing, but his judgment is very quick."

"He doesn't rely on watching for a long time before passing the ball; he knows in advance where his teammates will go."

Favre's expression changed little by little as he looked at the report.

It wasn't that I was so surprised that I lost my composure.

It's the kind of focus that a head coach only shows when he sees the tactical puzzle.

"That's what makes it valuable."

Zorc turned to the contract risk page.

"Arsenal let him go, and now we're signing him. People will ask why."

Henry's heart leaped again.

That statement is too realistic.

If Dortmund picks up players that big clubs don't want, and then fails to promote them, it's a joke.

Favre, however, remained calm.

"Because Arsenal didn't understand."

Zorc looked up.

Favre continued, "He's not physically strong enough, his defense is lacking, and his dribbling is inconsistent."

Upon hearing this, Henry's lips twitched.

Before praising someone, they'll deliver three sharp blows; Germans really don't flatter children at all.

Favre did not stop.

"But his passes can change the way the attacking play goes."

"Haaland needs this kind of ball."

"Sancho needs it too."

"We bought at the end of the line during the winter transfer window."

"This child can now deliver lines to the endpoint."

Sun Yang looked at Favre.

The first-team head coach neither described him as a genius nor touted him as a savior.

He only said one thing.

He is useful.

In professional football, this is more valuable than any praise.

Zorc closed the report.

"The contract shouldn't be too big."

"He has no professional competition experience."

Henry immediately tensed up.

So, will Dortmund still sign?

Zorc looked at Sun Yang.

"sign."

Henry nearly slammed his fist on the table.

"This is a huge profit."

He realized what he had just said, so he quickly coughed and pretended to be very composed.

"What I mean is, Dortmund has a good eye."

Schmidt lowered his head to write the report, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Sun Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.

The weight that had been pressing on my chest when I left Arsenal has finally been lifted a little.

Zorc continued, "Professional contracts for young players with the first team."

"The deadline is two and a half years, until the summer of 2022."

"The base annual salary is 220,000 euros."

"There is a bonus for being included in the Bundesliga matchday squad."

"There's a bonus for making a formal appearance."

Goals and assists are counted separately.

Upon hearing about the goal bonus, Sun Yang's eyes blazed with anger again.

Passing the ball is definitely fun.

But the sound of the net trembling under the impact was more like the drumbeat in his heart.

Zorc continued, "If a player makes twenty appearances for the first team, the pay rise clause will be automatically triggered."

This number is not an exaggeration.

Even very restrained.

For a young player who has just been kicked out of Arsenal, this is already quite a show of sincerity.

Henry lowered his voice and asked, "Yang, what do you think?"

Sun Yang did not answer immediately.

He looked at the contract on the table.

I'm reminded of the cold stares I received at Arsenal's training ground.

I remember that kick from Lance.

I recall the silence around me as I lay on the grass.

At that time, they all thought he was finished.

They felt that an Asian-American, a fringe player in youth training, and an unlucky guy with a broken leg, was not worth a second glance.

But now, a contract with Dortmund is right in front of him.

First team.

Bundesliga.

Haaland.

Sancho.

And there's the substitute bench in Augsburg over the weekend.

Those who have crawled out of the dust know best the smell of grass.

Sun Yang picked up his pen.

"I'll sign."

Henry's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

He reached out and patted Sun Yang on the shoulder, his voice slightly choked.

"Good boy, call your mom later, she'll be overjoyed. Don't mind her crying, she's had a really tough time these past few years because of your troublesome father."

Sun Yang nodded.

The pen tip falls.

The name is written.

Sun Yang.

These two words were officially signed on the contract with Borussia Dortmund.

Zorc watched him sign his name, his tone remaining calm.

"From today onwards, you are no longer a trial player."

"You are a Borussia Dortmund player."

Favre added a sentence.

"The first team will have a joint training session at 9:00 AM tomorrow."

Don't be late.

Sun Yang put down his pen and looked up.

"Won't."

Favre glanced at him and then said, "And, Sun."

"On the training ground, Haaland will always want the ball."

Sun Yang smiled.

That smile held the arrogance of youth, as well as the ruthlessness of someone who had crawled out of the ruins of Arsenal.

"That's perfect."

"I also want to see just how much he can eat."