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

The door to the away team's locker room was violently pushed open.

The dull thud made all the Dortmund players involuntarily straighten their backs.

Favre strode in with a gloomy face.

He didn't even go to the tactics board.

Instead, he slammed the tactical notebook, which he had been crumpling in his hand, heavily onto the floor.

"Look at the garbage you guys are playing! Where did you go on vacation during the winter break? Did the Caribbean sun melt your brains?"

Favre's hoarse voice echoed in the not-so-spacious locker room, carrying an barely suppressed rage.

"Control the ball! Control the ball! How many times have I emphasized this? Don't make pointless crosses in their defensive third! The grass is long and the resistance is high, can't you see that with your eyes? Why do you insist on holding onto the ball and going to fight those relegation-threatened teams hand-to-hand!"

Veteran Piszczek lowered his head.

Defender Akanji kept wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, not daring to look the head coach in the eye.

Favre suddenly turned around and pointed to the two key players sitting in the middle.

"Marco Thorgan."

Reus and Hazard, whose names were called, looked up.

"Both of you have sandbags strapped to your legs today! You can't pick up any speed at all, you're playing entirely at the opponent's pace. Go take a hot shower and relax your muscles. Rest for the second half."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the locker room plummeted to freezing point.

Two key strikers were substituted at halftime!

This is an extremely rare and significant move for a coach like Favre who usually prefers a safe approach.

Hazard opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to keep it closed, silently untying the tape from his shin guards.

Ignoring the reactions of the others, Favre strode to the corner.

Sun Yang and Haaland were already sitting there.

"Erling! You'll be up front in the second half!" Favre stared at the Nordic tower in front of him.

"I don't care how you do it, unleash all your anger on their center-backs. Attack their defense from behind, push that damn offside line back! Create space for them!"

Haaland grinned excitedly, revealing two rows of white teeth, and clenched his fists so hard they cracked:

"Old man, you should have let me go a long time ago. I'll smash those cowards to pieces."

Favre remained noncommittal, shifting his gaze to Sun Yang beside him.

His tone softened slightly, but remained serious.

"Sun. Your task is the most important." Favre drew a diagonal line in the air with his finger.

"Augsburg's midfield is very aggressive. You've had major surgery, and your current physical condition absolutely cannot get you into positional brawls with them. That won't do you any good."

"Receive the ball and pass it immediately. Don't hold onto the ball, and don't get entangled physically with the opponent. Open your vision and pay attention to the weak side space shifts. You need to be the one pressing the launch button in the midst of heavy fire. Understand?"

Sun Yang put on the black Dortmund away jersey, straightened the team crest on his chest, and nodded coldly.

Favre turned to look at left winger Sancho.

"Jaden! In the second half, give it your all on the left flank. Their right-back is pushing too high, so make your moves in that area."

Tactics explained.

Favre glanced at his watch and waved to signal the team to prepare to go on the field.

The players stood up and walked out of the tunnel.

Sun Yang walked in the middle of the group.

Haaland and Sancho moved closer to him from the left and right.

Sancho rubbed his calf, which had a red mark from being kicked in the first half, and complained in a low voice:

"Those guys aren't playing football at all, their tackles are so dirty. Sun, you need to give me some extra time when you pass the ball, I don't want to catch those slow, treacherous balls, I'll be ruined."

Sun Yang stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the English golden boy on his left, and then at the Norwegian behemoth on his right, whose fighting spirit was bursting.

"Listen." Sun Yang's tone was extremely calm, yet it conveyed an unyielding force that left no room for argument.

"In the second half, whenever you see a gap of more than two meters behind the opponent's defense, no matter where the ball is, just charge forward at full speed."

Sancho paused for a moment: "Run straight away? Aren't you afraid of being offside? What if you don't pass the ball out? We'll have wasted our energy."

Sun Yang adjusted the bandage on his wrist.

"That's my business." He raised his eyelids and glanced at the two of them. "As long as you get into position, the ball will definitely be there waiting for you."

These extremely arrogant words made Haaland's blood boil, and he patted Sun Yang hard on the back.

The second half of the game is about to begin.

Outside the WWK Arena, the temperature in Bavaria in January was a meager 1 degree Celsius.

A cold wind, carrying damp, chilly air, swirled above the stadium.

Passageway entrance.

The linesman raised his red and yellow flag high.

The fourth official walked to the sidelines expressionlessly and held up the electronic substitution number above his head.

Hazard (No. 23) will be replaced, and Sun Yang (No. 29) will be replaced.

Reus (No. 11) is replaced, Haaland (No. 17) is replaced.

This substitution immediately drew deafening boos from the tens of thousands of Augsburg fans in the stadium.

"Go back to the Ruhr region and suckle, you little soldiers!"

"Does Dortmund have no one else? They've sent in a cripple with a broken leg to fill the roster!"

Extreme insults poured down from the stands.

Inside the CCTV-5 studio, Duan Xuan watched the broadcast and slammed his hands hard on the table.

"The second half has begun! Just as we expected! Favre has made an extremely bold personnel change in the locker room!"

"Sun Yang! Wearing the number 29 black away jersey, Sun Yang replaces Thorgan Hazard, who had a lackluster performance in the first half! This marks the return of a Chinese player to the Bundesliga pitch after many years!"

Tao Wei, standing nearby, was also greatly encouraged: "Yes, and there's also number 17, Haaland, replacing striker Reus. Favre is using two young men under twenty to attack Augsburg's solid defense. Sun Yang has a full forty-five minutes to prove himself!"

At this moment, the barrage of comments on major domestic broadcasting platforms exploded.

"They really did it! Favre is awesome!"

"Sun Yangchong! Even a fool would know that the opposing team was so dirty in the first half, he'd definitely get kicked if he went on now."

"I'm worried about Sun Yang's health. Those quack doctors at Arsenal say he's ruined. He just recovered from injury and is already playing such a high-intensity match. Can he handle it?"

"Who cares if it works or not, let's watch the game first! This is his Bundesliga debut!"

on the field.

Sun Yang took a step forward, his pure aluminum steel studs firmly sinking into the slightly slippery away field with its extremely long grass.

The cold air rushed into my lungs.

He wasn't nervous; instead, he felt a long-lost excitement.

At the very second he stepped onto the field.

Deep in my mind, that familiar synthesized voice rang out precisely on time.

【Ding. 】

[Host detected to be participating in a formal professional match. Random match scenario triggered.]

[Mission Objective: To reverse the team's current deficit and lead them to victory in this match.]

[Task requirement: Achieve a valid assist or score a goal during the match.]

[Mission Rewards: After the match, the system will conduct a post-match evaluation based on the host's overall performance. The higher the rating, the richer the rewards (the reward pool includes free attribute points, exclusive body enhancement points, special skill fragments, etc.).]

Sun Yang completely ignored the system's notification sound.

His eyes were fixed on the black and white ball in the center circle.

The referee blew his whistle.

The second half of the game has officially begun.

Augsburg kicks off.

The home team's striker Niederlechner passed the ball back, and midfielder Baier received the ball, attempting to repeat the same tactic and continue to control the ball in the attacking third to run down Dortmund's time.

Dortmund's midfield general Axel Witsel broke away from his usual ball-hogging style in the first half and showed great aggression from the start.

He lunged forward, using his strong body to forcefully push Bayer aside, and then extended a foot to intercept the ball.

The boos from the stands were even louder.

After intercepting the ball, Witsel looked up and glanced at the entire field.

There is no rendezvous point ahead.

He then passed the ball to the side and back, to Sun Yang, who had just come on as a substitute and was roaming near the center circle.

This was also Sun Yang's first touch of the ball since stepping onto the Bundesliga pitch.

The ball had just left Witsel's foot.

Augsburg's bald defensive midfielder, number 31 Max, charged directly at Sun Yang from the side like a mad bull.

The home team's coaching staff's tactical intentions were extremely clear.

cheat strangers.

Regardless of whether this young Chinese player has just recovered from a serious injury, the moment he gets the ball for the first time, he must be subjected to the most intense physical contact to shatter his mental defenses.

Faced with the Bavarian meat grinder rushing towards him at high speed, Sun Yang didn't even bother to observe its movements.

His gaze didn't even linger on the rolling ball.

He raised his head.

His gaze pierced through most of the field, past the chaotic crowd in midfield, and locked onto the back of Augsburg's defense.

Just as they were preparing to launch a major attack, a huge blind spot appeared in front of the home team's two center-backs at the top of the arc.

Sun Yang raised his left hand.

His index finger pointed arrogantly at the huge gap where there was no Dortmund player at all.

next second.

The system panel's maximum passing attribute of 99 points was fully activated.

It's a terrifying intuition that requires absolutely no brainpower to calculate parabolas, wind speed, and turf resistance.

No need to stop the ball.

No need to adjust your body's center of gravity.

Just before Max's body was about to collide with his.

Sun Yang's right instep directly met the bottom of the rapidly rolling ball.

Give it your all!

boom!

A dull yet crisp sound of the ball being struck was clearly transmitted across the entire broadcast network through the microphones at the venue.

The ball barely touched the grass, without any arc as it took off, like a sniper bullet with its rifling fully compressed.

With an incredibly fast and penetrating speed, it passed directly between Max's legs as he missed his target.

It not only penetrated Max.

The black and white shell grazed the gap between the two Augsburg forwards who were preparing to defend, like a ghostly scalpel without a physical form, cutting the home team's proud ironclad defense straight through the middle!

The ball covered a distance of thirty meters in one second.

Finally, they cut right into that empty defensive territory.

Augsburg's two center-backs were completely dumbfounded.

They didn't even have time to turn around and chase after them.

Because it was two seconds before the ball was about to reach that area.

A golden figure, standing 1.94 meters tall, had already started aggressively from the edge of the offside line, as if pressing the accelerator hard.

That's Haaland!

Sun Yang's boastful words in the tunnel before the game resonated in Haaland's mind.

He didn't even look at who had the ball; he only saw that there was space behind the defense, so he sprinted at full speed.

Ball here, player here!

Haaland's acceleration was terrifyingly fast, completely defying the norm for his size.

He left the two still-dazed center-backs more than two meters behind.

One-on-one!

A super one-on-one chance completely facing the goalkeeper!

The ball's rolling speed and force, after being rubbed by the grass, strangely slowed down the moment it reached Haaland's right front, perfectly timing his step.

Comfortable.

Haaland felt like every pore on his body had exploded from that one pass.

This ball feels so incredibly good!

He didn't even need to make any extra deceleration adjustments.

Augsburg's number 21 goalkeeper, Koubek, roared as he rushed out of his goal, spreading his huge gloves in an attempt to block the shooting angle.

late.

Haaland met the still-rolling ball with his left leg, which powerfully supported him as he slammed it into the grass. He then swung his right thigh in a wide arc, unleashing all of the terrifying explosive power of the Scandinavian in this single shot.

Bang! ! !

The ball was kicked out of shape, whistling through the air as it turned into a white afterimage.

Koubek didn't even raise his hand.

He only felt a gust of wind rush past his ears.

Then.

The white goal net behind him was pushed high backward by the enormous force, and the netting was almost torn apart.

Blind spot!

A powerful shot that blasts the ball into the goal!

At this very moment, the timer on the big screen next to the court has just reached 45 minutes and 9 seconds.

The start of the second half.

Less than ten seconds.

Goal!