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

Batistuta sprayed venom without mercy.

"Those last few kicks of yours, your supporting leg was spread so far out, and you were pushing so hard it looked like you were rushing to a match. When the Bundesliga match comes this weekend, those 200-pound center-backs will be right in your face."

Do you think others will stand still like wooden stakes, waiting for you to gather your strength?

Sun Yang, unusually, did not utter a rebuttal.

Batistuta flicked the ball into the air and then controlled it firmly on his foot.

"We're not going to practice any comfortable open-spot shooting today."

Sun Yang patted his cheeks, his eyes focused: "Then what should we practice?"

"Practice your survival rules in the penalty area," Batistuta pointed to the grass at his feet. "Receive the ball with your back to goal. If you're physically tackled by the opponent, your third step must be to shoot!"

Sun Yang's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Is a third step necessary?"

"The first step is to secure a position and survive; the second step is to use leverage to break free; the third step is to finish the job."

Batistuta snapped his fingers.

A flash of light appeared inside the dream stadium, and two fully armed virtual center-backs materialized out of thin air.

Standing at 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles and a cold gaze, his defensive moves are all aimed at stealing the ball and injuring opponents.

Sun Yang looked at the two humanoid tanks and couldn't help but curse in his mind.

"You call this 'competitive training'? This is a meat grinder!"

Batistuta nodded in deep agreement.

"Welcome to the professional arena. If you want to be the offensive playmaker, don't be afraid of getting caught in the meat grinder and losing your skin."

The first ball has been served.

Sun Yang positioned himself with his back to the goal to receive the ball.

The virtual center-back behind him crashed into him like a wall.

Sun Yang shifted his weight and tried to use the sole of his foot to pull the ball inward to complete the turn.

Snapped!

The ball was brutally poked away by the center-back's long legs.

Batty's insults followed him everywhere.

"What's with all the fancy stuff! Trying to do this delicate work with your back turned in dangerous territory? Do you think the enemy's counterattack isn't fast enough?!"

The second ball followed immediately.

Sun Yang has learned his lesson and is now lowering his shoulder to engage in the fight, putting all his effort into positioning.

The ball came to a stop.

However, due to the excessive effort required to counter the attack, the turning motion was a beat too slow.

Another center-back, who was providing cover, pounced on the ball like a mad dog, completely blocking the shooting angle.

Another dead end.

The third ball came hurtling in.

Sun Yang simply gave up on the idea of ​​forcibly turning around.

He chested the ball down, passed it back to his virtual teammate, and then turned and made a forward run without the ball.

The piercing whistle echoed across the stadium, and Batistuta immediately stopped the training session.

"This shot would be a reasonable choice in a formal match, but it won't work here. Your task today is to finish the game yourself!"

Sun Yang braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, his vision blurred by sweat.

"Uncle, your demands are too contradictory. You don't want me to show off, but you also want me to force myself to fire. How am I supposed to choose?"

Batistuta strode up to him and poked his chest hard with his finger.

"That's the difference between a top striker and a mediocre one!"

"Pass the ball without hesitation when it's time to pass, shoot without reservation when it's time to shoot! This isn't a decision made on a whim, it's based on the space on the field!"

"You must always have the goal coordinates, your teammates' positions, and the weight distribution of the defenders behind you in your mind."

The God of War's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.

"Right now, all you can think about is proving yourself to those who look down on you. Wanting revenge is fine, but this fire shouldn't burn away your reason."

These words struck Sun Yang like a hammer blow.

He recalled the long-range shot he had taken during the daytime scrimmage, which had been criticized by the head coach.

Favre is absolutely right.

Haaland was clearly in a better position at that moment, and could have easily created a one-on-one opportunity.

If that had been a real Bundesliga match, his selfish long-range shot might have ruined the only chance of the game.

But if he were content to be just an honest and dutiful passer for his entire life, European football would only use him as a useful card-dealing machine.

To end or to make a pie?

This boundary is extremely delicate, and he must tread it carefully.

Sun Yang straightened up and wiped the sweat from his chin.

"Uncle, one more time."

The fourth goal.

Sun Yang braced his back firmly against the center-back, and as he controlled the ball with his right foot, he smoothly moved the ball to the outside.

Don't confront the opponent's brute force head-on.

The first step is to create half a body length of space by using your shoulders as a barrier.

The second step was to stomp on the grass with his left foot, using a feint to force the defender to lose his balance.

The third step, without even trying to completely get rid of the opponent, is to use the outside of the right foot to generate force and shoot!

boom!

The ball flew out like a cannonball, but was deftly tipped over the crossbar by the virtual goalkeeper with a single hand.

Batistuta, unusually, did not lash out.

"The tactical approach is sound, but unfortunately the kicking speed is still half a second too slow."

The fifth goal.

The force was too strong, causing it to veer off course from the post.

The sixth goal.

The intention was seen through, and the ball bounced off the center-back's thigh.

The seventh goal.

The ball slammed against the underside of the crossbar and bounced off the goal line.

Sun Yang lay sprawled on the grass, his chest heaving violently.

Although the Dream System can infinitely refresh physical fitness, the soreness from each muscle collision is a 100% realistic replica.

Batistuta walked over slowly and kicked the ball near his cheek with his toe.

"Don't lie there and play dead. Didn't you swear you'd make all of Europe remember your name, Sun Wukong? You can't win the Ballon d'Or lying on the ground."

Sun Yang grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and then leaped up in a somersault.

Eighth goal.

The ninth goal.

The tenth goal.

He was knocked over again and again, and got up again and again to reposition himself.

Until the twenty-third goal came roaring in.

The defensive center-back charged at his back like an enraged bull.

Sun Yang stopped trying to tough it out.

Following the force of the opponent's impact, he deftly shifted his body to the side, unloading the ball and simultaneously flicking it into the open space to his right.

The movements were fluid and seamless.

Take three steps accurately.

He unleashed a powerful shot!

The ball, with a strong downward arc, precisely passed between the legs of the center-back blocking it.

The goalkeeper didn't even have time to react.

The ball grazed the inside of the far post and fiercely whipped up the white net!

The empty dream training ground fell silent for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp mechanical electronic sound exploded in my mind.

【Ding! 】

[Barty's GO proficiency increased from 5/100 to 6/100]

Shooting consistency has seen a slight improvement.

Sun Yang rested his hands on his knees.

"Only a little?"

Barty sneered.

"You think my signature shot is some kind of discounted supermarket item? That you can level it up instantly after just one night of practice?"

Sun Yang smiled too.

"Then let's continue."

Batistuta stepped on the ball.

"You can continue. But remember, don't overexert yourself in tomorrow's real training. You might be able to get hit a hundred times in your dream, but your muscles will protest in reality. Professional athletes aren't made in one night."

Sun Yang nodded.

"clear."

"And another thing," Batistuta said, looking at him, "your pinpoint passes are great, but don't let them become a crutch. A true star can't have just one fixed starting button."

Sun Yang remained silent for a moment.

"Favre said the same thing."

"Then he wasn't wrong."

The dream training has begun again.

This time, Sun Yang is no longer just practicing shooting.

He also brought the two choices Favre gave him into his dream.

Right rib area.

Two touches.

Weak-side transfer.

Pass straight down the middle.

Batistuta didn't understand Haaland's running habits, but the system could simulate a sprinting center forward.

Virtual Nine keeps advancing.

Sun Yang must find a way out when he is under pressure.

The ball needs to pass between the defensive midfielder and the center-back.

Hurry up, the striker can't catch up.

Slow down, or the goalkeeper will catch it.

If it's higher, the center-back can clear the ball.

Lower it, and the friction from the grass will slow down.

This is more difficult than a long, wide pass.

Because the Bundesliga won't give him three seconds to look up.