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

Chapter 27 The Glass Boy? I'll solve the mess on the field with my feet!

On the training field, Favre was already standing at the edge of the grass.

The players began warming up.

As soon as Sun Yang ran into the team, Haaland came over, the big Nordic guy raising his eyebrows and grinning.

"Bro, the way you fired at those reporters just now was absolutely amazing!"

Sun Yang slowly rotated his ankle, his tone calm.

"I was just stating the facts."

Sancho, juggling the ball nearby, shrugged: "Dude, the thing professional football fears most is the truth. Welcome to the adult arena of fame and fortune."

Hummels strolled over, exuding the air of an older brother.

"Rookie, the media's specialty is ripping up your honest words and taking them out of context. After you've said those harsh words, you'd better pray you have the ability to back you up."

Sun Yang looked up at him and nodded.

"I know."

Hummels pushed the ball with the instep of his foot, passing it to Sun Yang.

"Good. Let me see what you secretly practiced last night. I'll keep an eye on you during the scrimmage later."

Sun Yang stepped on the ball with his foot.

"Matz, you're thirty-one years old. Wouldn't it be better to conserve your energy?"

Hummels patted his chest and swaggered back: "To deal with a newcomer like you, positioning and experience are enough."

Several veteran team members around him burst out laughing.

The combat training officially began.

After completing the set-piece drill, Favre divided the players into two groups, and Sun Yang put on the substitutes' vest.

Right rib area.

Haaland was at the very front.

Sancho was positioned on the weak side.

The staffing arrangement is clearly not a coincidence.

Favre tapped the tactics board, displaying the sternness characteristic of European coaches.

"The attack starts from the backfield. The number six pulls the defensive line up, and the right center-back plays directly into the flanks. Sun, once you get the ball, you only have two options: find the weak side, or pass deep into the box. The rest of you need to get moving, don't just stand there like wooden posts watching!"

Assistant coach Terčić loudly added from the sidelines: "The five-second counter-press rule after losing possession! If you can't win it back, immediately move into the middle! Don't let the opponent break through your defense!"

The whistle blew.

First round of attack.

The substitute defensive midfielder delivered a low ball to Sun Yang's feet.

Hummels' massive body immediately pressed down from behind, creating an immense force.

Sun Yang did not choose to force his way through and turn around.

Before receiving the ball, he had already turned his head to assess the situation. He then used the inside of his right foot to guide the ball to the outside, followed by a second diagonal push.

The ball skimmed along the grass, just past Hummels as he tried to intercept it, pierced the midfield line, and precisely found Sancho making a run down the weak side.

Sancho received the ball and cut inside, but his curling shot was punched away by goalkeeper Bürki.

Favre stood on the sidelines and did not applaud.

He simply looked down and quickly scribbled something in his tactics notebook.

second round.

Almost exactly the same position.

But this time, Witsel moved ahead of time, blocking the weak-side pass to Sancho.

Hummels braced his arm against Sun Yang's back.

Akanji then stepped forward half a step ahead, ready to cut off the longitudinal through ball at any time.

All of this was already in Sun Yang's mind before he even touched the ball.

He did not make that signature left-hand pointing gesture.

He flicked the ball back half a step with his left foot, using the difference in rhythm of the ball control to trick Hummels behind him into leaning forward.

The next second, the outside of his right foot suddenly sprang up.

A highly concealed, low-lying through ball!

The ball's trajectory was not aimed at Haaland's feet at all.

Instead, it headed straight for the space in front of Haaland after he started moving.

Haaland, like a charging Tyrannosaurus Rex, forcefully pushed past Zagadou's defense, caught up with the ball, and unleashed a low shot into the corner of the net.

Goal!

Haaland turned around and pointed at Sun Yang across half the field.

"That's it! Bro, pass it to this spot!"

Sancho, at the far end, spread his hands in protest.

"Hey! My side is completely empty too!"

Haaland turned and retorted, "That's just feigned emptiness! The real opportunities are all with me!"

Sancho laughed and retorted, "You scored a goal, so of course you can say whatever you want!"

Sun Yang ignored the forwards' bickering.

He turned to look at Favre.

Favre remained expressionless, but simply lowered his head and made another note.

The third round of competition.

As soon as Sun Yang received the ball, Hummels immediately engaged in physical contact without warning.

With a bang.

This time, Sun Yang failed to protect the bottom of the court, and the experienced Hummels poked the ball away.

Witsel receives the ball and takes a long stride forward, preparing for a counter-attack.

Sun Yang didn't even have time to feel regretful before turning around, gritting his teeth, and chasing after her relentlessly.

Within five seconds.

He suddenly appeared from the side, blocking Witsel's forward passing lane with his body, forcing the opponent to turn around and pass the ball back safely.

Terčić clapped enthusiastically on the sidelines: "Beautiful! That's the pressure! Don't look up after losing possession, block off all passing lanes!"

Hummels ran past Sun Yang and whispered a comment.

"The reaction this time was alright."

Sun Yang wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand.

"You won't be able to break it off next time, even if you want to."

Hummels grinned.

"I'll wait and see."

The intensity of this small-scale match wasn't particularly high, but Favre's attention to detail was extremely meticulous.

From the direction the body faces each time it receives the ball.

The route for chasing back after losing the ball.

Favre corrected them without holding back.

Sun Yang completely abandoned the reckless, headlong-range shooting style he had displayed yesterday.

He had a golden opportunity to shoot from the edge of the penalty area, his thigh already outstretched, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Haaland had drawn away two center-backs, leaving Sancho completely exposed on the left flank.

The shooting motion was abruptly changed into a lob pass.

The ball landed comfortably at Sancho's feet, and the Englishman easily slotted it into the net, then ran back and slapped Sun Yang on the back.

"Perfect vision! Although I bet you really wanted to kick him yourself just now."

Sun Yang was panting heavily.

"Shut up and eat your biscuit."

Sancho raised his chin smugly: "That's right, helping the old man out is an art too."

By the end of training, Sun Yang's vest was completely stuck to his body.

Favre blew a short whistle, gathering everyone in the center circle.

"That concludes the morning training. Now it's time for stretching, an ice bath, and a tactical video lesson in the afternoon."

The players dispersed, chatting and laughing.

Just as Sun Yang turned to go back to the locker room, Terčić called him back.

"Sun, wait a moment."

Sun Yang stopped in his tracks.

Favre walked over, holding a sheet of printing paper in his hand.

Sun Yang's heart skipped a beat; he recognized the piece of paper.

The initial draft of the pre-match roster.

Favre never liked beating around the bush.

"You're in the 18-man squad for the weekend game against Augsburg."

Sun Yang's feet were firmly planted on the grass, and his throat inexplicably tightened.

Favre immediately followed up with a bucket of cold water.

"Don't get too excited. Making the roster doesn't guarantee playing time. Even if you do get on the field, you're not the main character. Right now, you're just an option on my tactical board."

Sun Yang took a deep breath and nodded emphatically.

"I see."

Favre folded the roster in half.

"You'd better really understand. From now on, the broadcast cameras will be on you, and your opponents' analytics teams will be scrutinizing you with a magnifying glass. Even if you scratch your head on the court, they might edit it into the video and analyze it."

Terčić chimed in sternly, "Especially that move of yours where you point in direction before releasing the ball. It's too easy to give yourself away. Unless you can deliver a fatal blow, keep it hidden."

Sun Yang kept these instructions in mind.

Favre glanced at him.

"You'll sit in the first row for the video analysis class this afternoon."

"Yes, Coach."

Just as Favre was about to turn and leave, the club's press officer rushed over from the sidelines, his face ashen as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Lucien, there's a problem with public opinion."

Favre frowned.

"What's wrong now?"

The press officer simply handed over the tablet he was holding.

On the screen, major sports websites have edited Sun Yang's speech at the press conference into explosive short videos.

The title is extremely eye-catching.

Arsenal's former star player declares: "I'll prove they're all blind!"

The comment section below has been completely flooded with comments.

Even more problematic is that a young player from Arsenal's youth team had just been interviewed by a British tabloid.

There was only one harsh comment.

"Sun Yang has never been included in Arsenal's future plans; his physique is simply not suited for the top league."

Sun Yang stared at the subtitles on the screen, and the suppressed anger in his chest suddenly flared up again.

Haaland returned at some point, peeked at the screen, and immediately swore.

Sancho dropped his usual playful grin and muttered to himself, "These Londoners are afraid you'll actually make a name for yourself in Germany and slap them in the face."

Favre shoved the tablet toward the press officer.

"I will address this matter at tomorrow's pre-match press conference."

Sun Yang raised his head, his eyes eerily calm.

"Coach, no need."

Favre turned to look at him.

Sun Yang held the training vest he had taken off in his hand.

"Just let me on the roster."

"I'll clean up the mess with my feet."

Before Favre could even comment, the press officer's cell phone rang.

After listening for a few seconds, the press officer gasped and turned the phone screen towards the crowd.

Augsburg has just released its pre-match poster for this weekend.

In the center of the poster, Augsburg's star defender stands with a fierce expression.