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

Haaland stood in the A team's attacking third and clapped his hands.

"Come on, let's do it again!"

The third round of competition has officially begun.

Team A clearly didn't want Sun Yang to have the ball comfortably.

Danish midfielder Delaney mounted the ball like a thick steel plate.

Shoulders slammed together, applying pressure from all directions to the waist.

This is the authentic Bundesliga-level hardness!

It was nothing like the youth team's half-hearted, half-hearted tackles.

Here, the rule is to knock you over first, and then ask you if you can stand up straight!

As Sun Yang received the ball with his back to goal, he was forced back half a step by the force of the impact, and Delaney seized the opportunity to decisively poke the ball.

At this critical moment, Sun Yang, relying on the extreme flexibility of his Peking Opera training, quickly pulled the ball with the sole of his foot.

He spun half a circle with his whole body, like a martial arts performer, and forcefully shielded the ball beneath him.

He frantically searched for passing routes in his mind, but when he looked up, all he could see were dead ends!

There's a guy named Cassáncho on the right.

Veteran Witsel, the senior player in the middle, also got caught up in a fierce battle.

Haaland was pressing back from behind.

Having a passing attribute of 99 is indeed impressive, but that doesn't mean you can just use a god-like perspective to freely modify the tactical map.

Even a god would have to find a crack in an impenetrable fortress.

Sun Yang was preparing to pass the ball back to the defensive midfielder.

Just then, Haaland rushed back from the front.

This guy wasn't even aiming for the ball; he had incredibly shrewdly predicted the path Sun Yang would take when he turned and passed the ball back!

The two collided violently without any fancy moves.

Due to his significant physical disadvantage, Sun Yang lost his balance, and the ball under his feet immediately slipped out of his control.

Possession changed hands, and Team A launched a full-scale counterattack.

This is the real Dortmund tactical system!

After conceding the goal, no one watched; a group of figures in yellow and black training uniforms immediately pounced on their prey like hungry wasps.

Haaland dribbles forward and passes the ball to the winger.

The winger receives the ball on the right wing, cuts inside, and shoots.

Burki lunged forward.

A few cheers rang out from the sidelines of the training field.

The substitute guard shrugged and half-jokingly shouted at Sun Yang.

"Welcome to the first team, bro! This is the first team's welcome gift!"

Sun Yang nimbly rolled over and got up from the grass, brushing the grass clippings off his jersey.

My knees are aching slightly.

My shoulders are also numb and I can't use them much.

However, he didn't even flinch. Compared to the devastating leg injury he suffered at Arsenal, this minor pain was nothing!

Haaland walked over with a wide grin, casually extending his right hand: "Are you alright, bro? I didn't hold back at all just now, it was normal match intensity."

Sun Yang grabbed the large hand and used it to straighten up, his eyes showing no fear: "Enough talk, let's continue."

Haaland just laughed.

"Yeah, I love your stubbornness and your refusal to admit defeat. You're tough enough."

Favre blew his whistle.

"stop."

Everyone looked toward the sidelines.

Favre did not berate him as he would a regular youth player.

Instead, he calmly looked at Sun Yang and asked him a question.

"Tell me, what caused you to concede a goal during that last exchange?"

Sun Yang took a deep breath to calm himself and answered crisply and decisively.

"I didn't observe properly before receiving the ball and didn't confirm Delaney's pressing position in advance."

Favre nodded.

"Besides this, is there anything else?"

Sun Yang turned and glanced at Witsel not far away, and said frankly:

"I should have passed the ball to the defensive midfielder the moment I was double-teamed, instead of holding onto the ball too long and slowing down the pace of the game."

The veteran coach's eyes sharpened: "What other deeper reasons are there?"

Sun Yang fell silent for two seconds; the entire training ground was so quiet you could hear the wind.

He knew where the problem lay.

The mistake I made just now wasn't due to a technical error, but rather a problem with my mindset.

He raised his head and looked Favre straight into his eyes, his tone firm.

"Because I really wanted to prove my strength in front of everyone, and I wanted to break through the defense line by myself."

Upon hearing this, the veteran players who were originally prepared to laugh at him fell silent, and even Sancho, who was always playful, stopped laughing.

Favre tucked the tactical board under his arm, his tone remaining calm, but every word was piercing.

"Sun, you need to understand one thing: you didn't come here to perform acrobatic tricks in a circus!"

"Your core value is helping the team break down the defense and win!"

"Reasonable passing, proactive positioning, high pressing, protection of second balls, and immediate counter-pressing after losing possession."

"In real professional matches, these mundane tactical executions are a million times more important than your flashy dribbling skills!"

Sun Yang clenched his fist tightly, offering no rebuttal: "I completely understand what you mean, Coach."

Favre glanced at his watch.

"continue."

The whistle blew again.

This time, Sun Yang has changed.

He no longer thinks about shooting through the defense every time he gets the ball.

No longer in an effort to prove themselves, they abandoned the dangerous act of daring to bravely plunge into crowds like lone heroes.

A clean and decisive pass.

An extremely clever diagonal run to receive the pass.

A wide-ranging, tactical maneuver through the flanks.

A perfectly coordinated one-two pass and a wall pass with Witsel.

Long pass to the weak side.

The pace has quickened.

Although his number of touches decreased significantly, Dortmund B's overall pace of play visibly improved by a whole level, and they created more dangerous chances in the attacking third!

Once Team B crosses the center line, Sun Yang's left hand, which resembles a conductor's baton, will be raised high.

This seemed like an unsolvable death sentence.

Although not every pass can be converted into a direct assist.

But the ball always seems to have eyes, landing in the most vulnerable and central area for the defenders.

The speedy winger Sancho began to frequently enjoy the luxury of one-on-one duels with defenders, and he was having a great time playing.

Brandt, the midfield maestro, received the ball comfortably twice in a crucial position at the edge of the penalty area.

On the left flank, Guerrero was running wildly up and down, and after a brilliant cross from the wing, he gave Sun Yang a thumbs up.

"Good ball! Sun, bring me more of these, I love them."

Witsel started visiting Sun Yang more often.

Veteran players aren't afraid of the arrogance of newcomers.

What I'm worried about is that newcomers won't understand what I'm saying.

Sun Yang is mad.

But he can change.

Such a midfield engine is an absolute gem that would be fought over in the transfer market!

Captain Hummels, who had been trailing at the back of the defense, watched as Sun Yang twice used a simple, one-touch pass to defuse the opponent's high press. His relaxed brows slowly furrowed.

It's not that I'm unhappy.

Instead, this top center-back began to observe him with the same scrutiny one would use to examine the core player of a top club.

This kid isn't just good at fancy tricks.

He is studying.

And they learn very quickly.

With fifteen minutes left in the training session, Favre changed the groups.

"Sun, go to Team A."

"Erling, you're on his team."

Haaland immediately clapped.

"Thank God! Coach, you finally made an incredibly wise decision today!"

Favre glanced at this clown speechlessly.

Haaland quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

Sancho, who was standing to the side, was amused.

"Big man, weren't you having a good time grabbing it? Now you want some pancakes?"

Haaland is not pretentious at all.

"Of course. Fighting for the ball is tiring, but nothing beats the joy of comfortably enjoying easy goals in the penalty area."

Sun Yang walked to the front court while changing his competition vest.

Haaland moved closer to him and lowered his voice.

"They were really happy to block your lines just now."

"For the next fifteen minutes, slam the ball over my head and watch me crush it all!"

Sun Yang looked towards the frontcourt.

"Watch my hand gestures, cut into the diagonal gap in the rib area."

Haaland nodded.

"No problem, I'll start it right away as soon as you raise your hand."

Sun Yang glanced at him.

"I don't want you running around aimlessly; you need to time your runs perfectly."

Haaland grinned widely, radiating confidence.

"Don't worry, bro, I'm a million times more sensitive to the smell of a goal than a hunting dog!"

Beep!

The whistle blew.

Team A's midfielder Dahud made a brilliant interception in the backfield and immediately swept the ball to Sun Yang.

Sun Yang receives the ball in front of the center circle.

A suffocating mountain suddenly loomed over them: Mats Hummels, Dortmund's world-class center-back with the best defensive anticipation!

He did not rush forward rashly.

He blocked Sun Yang's right-footed long pass angle and shouted behind him at the same time.

"Watch out behind Erling! Manu, stick with him!"

The defensive line began to retreat.

Akanji sticks close to Haaland.

Under normal circumstances, you can't force the ball in.

Forcing it on is like giving it away.

Sun Yang glanced at it.

Haaland suddenly veered to the left.

Akanji followed half a step.

Just this half step.

The right rib is empty.

Without any hesitation, Sun Yang suddenly raised his signature left hand high!

The nerves of all the defensive players on the court immediately tightened to the extreme.

Hummels immediately stretched out his foot to block the high ball.

But Sun Yang didn't play by the rules at all!

He slapped his right foot along the grass.

The football seemed to transform into a low-flying, precision-guided missile, whistling past Hummels's toe with a strong inward spin, like an extremely sharp scalpel piercing straight into the most critical gap in his right rib!

Haaland, who was waiting on the side, had already understood and completed the extreme reverse run!

Akanji turned around too late, and could only watch helplessly as Haaland drove away.

Goalkeeper Bürki rushed out of his own goal to try and block the shooting angle.

Haaland, sprinting at full speed, didn't even bother to adjust his pace. He easily pushed the ball with his left foot, and it rolled steadily into the net, grazing the far post!

Haaland turned around and roared furiously at Sun Yang:

"This is it! Sun, this is the taste!"

Sancho stood to the side, spreading his hands.

"Bro, that was some serious skill! Did you two start cheating the moment you teamed up?"

Haaland pointed at Sancho.

"Don't be jealous, Jadon. He'll feed you when he has time."

Sancho laughed and cursed.

"No need, you glutton! I'd be grateful if you didn't hog all the pancakes on the field!"

Hummels looked at Sun Yang, his brows furrowing even deeper.

He wasn't angry.

He was really serious.

This pass wasn't a fluke.

Sun Yang first used his left hand to draw everyone's attention, and then used the most discreet method to pass the ball from the ground to the most difficult blind spot for the defenders.

Everyone can anticipate high balls, but this damn low, quick pass is absolutely deadly!

Favre wrote a line in his notebook.

Meanwhile, the club's sporting director, Zorc, had somehow appeared at the edge of the training field.

He looked at the training field and asked the assistant coach next to him.

"If we take him to Augsburg for the Bundesliga match this weekend, do you think there's a high risk on the field?"

The teaching assistant hesitated for a moment.

"There are definitely risks. He's not used to the pressing pace of the first team yet, as was evident in the goal we conceded just now."

Zorc did not speak.

The teaching assistant added another sentence.

"But this kid's tactical understanding is terrifying. He can correct his mistakes immediately and evolve extremely quickly! At the age of nineteen, a player with this level of patience and game reading ability is truly rare in all my years of coaching!"

Zorc smiled slightly upon hearing this, his eyes practically overflowing with admiration.

"In Dortmund, we are never afraid of young players making mistakes on the field."

He paused.

"What we fear is that young people will just lower their heads and admit defeat after making mistakes."