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

Haaland abruptly sat up straight in the icy water.

With a splash, water sprayed directly onto Sancho's head.

"Jadon, send me the link."

Sancho wiped his face, staring warily at the Norwegian beast.

"What are you doing? Don't switch to your main account to rant at the fans, the club's PR department will really kill you."

Haaland stubbornly extended his large hand.

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll just take a look."

Sancho shook his head repeatedly, completely unmoved by his words.

"What are you looking at? Last time you said you'd just watch, but you ended up arguing with Salzburg fans in the comments section for twenty minutes."

Haaland retorted confidently, "Those are the idiots who insist I can only stomp on weaker opponents!"

Sun Yang stretched out his arm and stopped Haaland.

"never mind."

Haaland glared at him with his big eyes, his voice rising eight octaves.

"Can we just let this go? Those keyboard warriors are attacking you. They're saying you're a flop Arsenal didn't want, that the management bought you as a charity project!"

Sun Yang leaned against the edge of the ice bucket, the extreme cold making his jaw chatter.

"Let them criticize me. They've never seen me play football, so their resumes aren't very convincing."

"Wow, you're really good at holding back, aren't you?" Harland raised an eyebrow.

"This isn't a matter of whether or not to endure it."

Sun Yang glanced at the screen full of mockery on Sang Qiao's phone, his eyes surprisingly calm.

"In competitive sports, being bad is the original sin. I haven't even played a single minute in an official match yet, so I have no right to shut them up."

As soon as he said that, Sancho's smile vanished.

The veteran captain, Hummels, sitting to the side, glanced at Sun Yang.

Sun Yang took a breath: "My long passes are alright, and I can teach you a few in training. But that doesn't mean I can already establish myself in the Bundesliga. Just now, with that high pressing, I almost threw up before I couldn't even last five seconds."

He paused, his tone very objective:

"Fans say I haven't proven myself, and they're absolutely right."

Haaland was about to interrupt in a hurry, but Sun Yang raised his hand first.

"However," a sharp glint flashed in Sun Yang's dark eyes, "they said Dortmund signed me for charity, and I've taken that to heart."

Upon hearing this, Sancho chuckled in a low voice.

"Here you are, I knew you weren't really a Zen guy."

Sun Yang looked at the overhead light and exhaled a breath of cold air mixed with white mist.

"I've made up my mind. If I make the roster this weekend, I'll substitute and give you a real treat. Then they can line up to delete those posts themselves."

Haaland then grinned in satisfaction.

"That's right! You just keep feeding the ball from the backfield, and I'll blast it into the net. Then I'll run up to the camera and ask those trolls if this charity project is any good or not!"

Sancho slapped the edge of the bathtub and laughed uncontrollably.

"Erling, your celebration is getting more and more illiterate."

Haaland didn't care at all.

"As long as I can score goals, that's all that matters. I'm not going to college."

The older brother, Witsel, leaned against the side and chuckled along.

"Young people should spend less time reading the comments section. Our fans in the South Stand are known for their strong likes and dislikes. If you play brilliantly, they'll treat you like a god. If you play like crap, they'll drown you in their spittle."

Sun Yang nodded seriously.

"I like this directness."

Hummels finally spoke, his tone mature and composed:

"Be direct, but don't let emotions get into your tactical execution. The game against Augsburg this weekend will definitely be a tough one; they'll definitely go all out physically, and there will be plenty of hand-to-hand combat."

Goalkeeper Bürki chimed in with a strong sense of agreement: "Those guys hate it when the away team plays comfortably at home. Sun, if you actually play, someone will definitely come up and beat you the moment you touch the ball."

Haaland turned to look at Sun Yang, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation: "Are you scared?"

Without saying a word, Sun Yang simply lifted his left leg, which had been broken by Lant's tackle.

Even when submerged in icy water, the leg remained as steady as a mountain, with visible veins.

"I didn't travel from London to Germany just to take a bath."

Sancho couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Dude, that's a great line, it could totally be cut into the new season's trailer."

Just as they were arguing, the glass door was pushed open.

Assistant coach Terčić strode in, carrying a tactics folder.

He glanced around and gave a direct and decisive order: "Sun, Erling, Jadon. The three of you, come straight to the conference room after you're done soaking."

Haaland leaned out of the bucket, shirtless.

"It's normal for me to go, and it's normal for Jadon to go. Is Sun coming with us too?"

Terzic's gaze fell on Sun Yang, giving a definite answer.

"Yes, he came too."

Sancho's eyes lit up, and he blinked excitedly.

"Does this mean our new player has made the weekend roster?"

Terzic kept a straight face and didn't reveal anything.

"I'm just a heartless messenger. The final list won't be finalized until tonight."

After saying that, he turned and left decisively.

As soon as the door closed, the recovery area erupted in chaos.

Haaland excitedly slapped the water's surface, creating a huge splash.

"See that?! I told you, this pancake chef, had a chance!"

Sun Yang maintained a composed demeanor, but his heart inside his chest began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

Although the official roster has not yet been announced.

Being called up to participate in the first team's core tactical arrangements is a privilege that a substitute player who's just trying to get a spot shouldn't receive. Favre really wants to use him.

The opportunity is here.

This is a ticket to the top five European leagues.

Fifteen minutes later, the group changed into dry training clothes and filed into the tactical meeting room.

The atmosphere in the room had become somber.

The key players—Reus, Hummels, Witsel, Brandt, and Guerrero—are all in place.

Head coach Favre stood expressionless in front of a huge tactics board, which was covered with Augsburg's 4-2-3-1 formation, and detailed data on the opposing team's key players was posted next to it.

Favre never beats around the bush.

"Augsburg plays a very aggressive style of play at home. As soon as they get the ball in their midfield or defense, they immediately launch long balls down the flanks and fight fiercely for the second ball. We absolutely cannot let them drag us into a chaotic melee."

He slammed the whiteboard hard with the tactical pointer in his hand.

"Remember three points. First, the ball must be quickly passed out from the backcourt. Second, in the first five seconds after losing possession, the high pressing must be synchronized. Third, the distribution and transfer of play on the weak side must be decisive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Favre's sharp gaze swept directly towards Sun Yang, who was sitting in the back row.

"Sun".

In the conference room, all the senior players of the first team turned to look at them.

Sun Yang immediately sat up straight.

"coach."

Favre removed the cap from the marker and drew a heavy circle on the right side of the tactical board.

"After sixty minutes of the game, the opposing full-backs will be exhausted, and there will definitely be a big gap on the weak side. That surgical pass you made in training today was aimed at that area."

Sun Yang's brain worked at lightning speed, and he immediately understood.

"Draw the defenders' attention on the right flank, then deliver a cross that cuts through the space behind the left flank."

"clever."

Favre nodded in satisfaction, then drew a long arrow on the left.

"Guerrero or Sancho will make runs forward, and Haaland will mark their center-backs. When you get the ball, you don't need to make any unnecessary movements; you must get the ball out within two touches!"

Upon hearing this, Haaland excitedly raised his hand.

"Boss, I love this combo!"

Favre didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Of course, I know you love eating ready-made food."

A burst of good-natured laughter suddenly filled the serious conference room.

Haaland, with his thick skin, had no idea what embarrassment was, and even proudly raised his chin at Sun Yang.

"Did you hear that, kid? It's written on the tactical board that you're supposed to make me pancakes."

Seeing his smug look, Sun Yang replied casually, "Just don't spit out the biscuit when it's offered to you."

Sancho, sitting next to him, leaned back in his chair, laughing heartily.

"Don't worry, Sun, this bull never spits out bread; he'll only complain that the plate you serve isn't big enough."

Two loud bangs!

Favre slammed his tactical board, interrupting the chatter.

"Quiet down, all of you."

Everyone immediately stopped smiling and became fully focused.

Favre looked at Sun Yang, his tone suddenly becoming stern: "Sun, don't be too happy yet. You have a lot of weaknesses. You're too soft, your defensive positioning is terrible, and sometimes you like to be greedy when you have the ball."

"Remember, you're sent on to break the deadlock, not to perform some Marseille turn in midfield."

Sun Yang stared intently into the head coach's eyes, offering no rebuttal.

Favre raised a finger, his tone filled with undeniable authority.

"When you go on the field, I'll only give you three hard targets."

"First, you must make sure you have a clear view of your surroundings before you receive the ball!"

The second finger is raised.

"Secondly, the pace of ball movement must be fast!"

The third finger pointed sharply at Sun Yang.

"Third! If you lose the ball, win it back on the spot! No complaining, no shrugs like an old man, and definitely no strolling around watching a show!"

Sun Yang replied in a deep voice, "Understood."

Favre's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, piercing straight into Sun Yang's eyes.

"I don't want you to just talk the talk; I want you to play your part on the court and fight to the very end!"

Sun Yang met that extremely oppressive gaze without flinching.

"I will do it."

Seeing the burning ambition in the young man's eyes, Favre did not reprimand him further. Instead, he turned to the entire team and gave a firm and resolute order.

"Augsburg are no pushovers. This is our first league match after the winter break, and we need a win, but more importantly, we need to find our title-winning rhythm. Everyone, stay focused!"