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

Diana had already dialed the number.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Henry, it's me."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding a bit muffled, as if he had just been woken up.

"Diana? What happened that's calling so late? Your voice sounds off."

Diana glanced at Sun Yang, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Yang is in trouble."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately tensed up.

"What? What happened to him?"

"He was injured during Arsenal training, but he's fine now."

Henry visibly relaxed, then his tone turned cold.

"Training injury? What did Arsenal say?"

Diana gave a cold laugh.

"They just came to the hospital to terminate their contract."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

When he spoke again, Henry's voice was much lower.

"That's realistic enough."

Sun Tzu snorted from the side.

"Realistic? That's unethical. The person is still in the hospital room, and the contract has already been handed over. They're calculating faster than a somersault cloud."

Henry heard Sun Tzu's voice and sighed.

"Sun, I know you're angry. But the most important thing right now is what to do about Yang's back."

Diana didn't beat around the bush.

"Henry, I need you to help Yang find a trial opportunity in Germany."

Henry was stunned.

"A trial in Germany? Diana, are you sure? This isn't a short vacation. We'll have to readjust to the language, the tactics, and the lifestyle."

"I'm sure."

Diana looked at Sun Yang.

Sun Yang picked up the conversation and said in fluent German, "Uncle, I'm ready. Given the opportunity, I'll show the coach my worth."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Wait, Yang?"

"When did your German become so good?"

Sun Yang remained unfazed.

"What I learned recently."

Sun Tzu stared wide-eyed from the side.

"You also speak German?"

Sun Yang coughed.

"I know a little."

Sun Wu looked doubtful.

"You call this a little bit of skill? I've lived in England for so many years, and I still have to point to the menu to order food. Have you secretly cheated?"

Sun Yang glanced at him.

Dad, you've hit the nail on the head.

But I can't say that.

Diana was also somewhat surprised.

But now, she cares more about opportunities.

Henry's tone became serious on the phone.

"I know someone in the youth academy circle near Dortmund. He used to be in contact with scouts from several clubs, I can ask him for you."

"However, let me make this clear first: I cannot guarantee the outcome."

"German clubs are very realistic. They look at statistics, physical duels, off-the-ball movement, and tactical understanding."

"Your talent alone is useless."

"They want to see if you can fit into their system and if you can handle the ball cleanly under high-pressure pressing."

"Especially in midfield, the coach can see things like the first touch, the angle of support, the direction of the turn, and the timing of the pass at a glance."

That's very straightforward.

But Sun Yang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

This is what professional football should be like.

It wasn't built on connections or hype.

They weren't promoted because of their local identity.

It is on the grass, through every touch of the ball, every dribble, and every pass that proves it.

Sun Yang spoke.

That's enough.

"As long as there's a patch of grass, I can prove myself."

Henry chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"Good lad, you've got a temper."

"Then come to Germany, I'll ask around for you."

"But remember, a trial isn't a performance. Let me tell you, I'm a veteran football fan of decades, so don't think you can impress the coach with fancy dribbling skills."

"The coach is watching everything: passing lanes, receiving positions, speed of counter-pressing, and observation of the weak side."

Sun Yang smiled.

"That's even better."

"I love it when people stare at me."

Sun Tzu glanced at him.

"You little rascal, how come you're getting more and more arrogant?"

Sun Yang shrugged.

"Dad, how can a striker score goals if he's not aggressive? How can a midfielder dominate the field if he's not aggressive?"

Sun Tzu snorted.

"Stop being so arrogant. It's fine to be cocky, but don't get carried away. If you really do get cocky, you won't escape your mother's clutches, and your father will still deal with you."

Sun Yang smiled.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After Diana hung up the phone, the ward finally quieted down.

Buck and his staff had already slunk away.

The shredded contract paper was still on the ground.

Sun Yang glanced down.

It's all in black and white; I was just about to pronounce his fate.

Now all that's left is a mess.

He walked to the window and looked out at the London nightscape.

It's cold in this city.

But his blood was already hot.

Germany.

Borussia Dortmund.

He remembers it very clearly.

In the winter of 2019, a Norwegian monster had just joined the team.

Haaland, nicknamed "Majin Buu".

Heavy tanks in the restricted area.

The finishing machine in Counterattack.

Give him a sprint route, and he can drag the center-backs into a nightmare.

Anyone in his path, whether a defender or a child, can easily defeat him!

If your pass can be accurately delivered to Haaland's forward run point.

If they can switch to their weak side, Dortmund's wingers can gain speed in unmarked areas.

If your through balls can penetrate the gaps in the flanks of a Bundesliga high defensive line.

Will those center-backs have time to chase back?

Would those goalkeepers still dare to stand so close to the front?

What will Dortmund's counterattack look like?

The more Sun Yang thought about it, the faster his heart beat.

His passing attribute has been raised to 99.

What does this mean?

This means that as long as he sees the line, he has the opportunity to send the ball to the most dangerous position.

It's not a safety ball.

It wasn't a back pass.

It is not a surgical scalpel, but a scalpel that can directly tear through defenses.

Just then, the system voice sounded in my mind.

[Main Quest Unlocked: Leave Arsenal and Join the Bundesliga.]

[Mission Reward: Unlock the Football Hall of Fame Dream Training Ground.]

[The first renowned mentor can be drawn now.]

[Will training begin tonight?]

Sun Yang's gaze froze.

Dream Training Ground.

Renowned mentor.

The football Hall of Fame that he personally developed in his previous life is finally about to be truly opened.

Those names once existed only in data, videos, and code.

Pele.

Maradona.

Cruyff.

Beckham.

Carlos.

……

There are many more football stars who have made their mark in football history.

Now, he has the opportunity to stand in front of them and learn those signature techniques that can truly rewrite the game.

If we draw the right lot this time, the game will change dramatically.

Sun Yang took a deep breath.

He didn't answer the system immediately, but turned to look at his parents.

"Mom, I'm going to Germany."

"I want to start over."

Diana looked at him.

"Yangyang, Mom doesn't ask you to become a superstar. Mom just hopes you'll be safe and sound, and not lie in the hospital like you are today."

Sun Tzu patted him on the shoulder.

The palm feels very heavy.

It's also very warm.

"Go."

"Don't embarrass the Sun family."

Sun Yang smiled.

"Dad, don't worry."

"This time I did more than just stand firm."

"I want to kick my name so that it will be remembered all over Europe."

He paused, looking at the torn termination contract on the ground.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it was like a heavy cannon shot aimed at the corner of the goal.

Arsenal.

"You'll regret this!"