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

In the fourth round, the Yellow Team was reorganized.

Piszczek advanced down the right flank, while Sun Yang moved inward towards the center.

This run immediately took Schultz away.

The right side line is empty.

Piszczek made a forward run to receive the pass, and Witsel delivered the ball to his feet.

The veteran looked up and crossed the ball, his foot landing low on the ground, sweeping it towards the penalty spot.

Haaland feigned a forward run, drawing Hummels away from the attack.

Reus made a run from the back and fired a shot.

Hitz finally pounced.

He pinned the ball under his body and shouted at his teammates.

"Thank you for finally giving me a chance to save it!"

Reus couldn't help but laugh.

"Marvin, don't worry, there's more to come."

Hitz felt a chill run down his spine.

Half an hour later.

The training ground was incredibly hot.

The yellow team's frontcourt players took turns firing.

Sancho made a solo breakthrough on the left wing, using a series of changes of direction to leave the defenders disoriented.

Brandt delivered a through ball from the midfield, which passed between the two center-backs.

Thorgan Hazard received a cutback pass on the edge of the penalty area and curled a shot just wide of the post.

After Götze came on as a substitute to join the Yellow team, he specifically roamed around the edge of the penalty area.

He's not fast, but he always manages to find the landing point of the second ball in advance.

In a scramble, Götze controlled the ball but didn't shoot; instead, he gently flicked it past the goalkeeper.

Sun Yang followed up with a low cross.

The ball skimmed along the grass toward the far corner, but Hitz blocked it with his leg.

Hitz got up and pointed at Götze, shouting.

"Mario, why are you helping him too?"

Götze smiled and shrugged.

"I just think young people need some encouragement."

Haaland finished off the attacker from the sidelines.

"You call that encouragement? That's handing over a knife."

Sun Yang looked at his teammates and felt a surge of heat in his chest.

This is not the youth team.

Nobody hid the ball.

No one deliberately ignored him just because he was a newcomer.

As long as he gets into position, as long as he can get the ball into the danger zone.

These established stars were willing to play for real with him.

This feeling is so exhilarating it makes your scalp tingle.

Favre blew the whistle again.

"Wait a minute."

Everyone stopped drinking water.

Favre walked to the sidelines and pointed to the tactics board.

"Cologne isn't stupid. If we keep creating threats with crosses from the wings, they'll make their wingers drop back, or even their center-backs push up early."

He pointed to the middle lane.

"At that time, there will be space at the edge of the penalty area. Sun, come to the middle. Marco and Brandt will set up a screen for you. Thorgan will move to the far post, Jaden will maintain width, and Erling will push forward in front of the goal."

Haaland immediately raised his hand.

"I like this arrangement."

Reus took a sip of water.

"You like any arrangement that puts you in front of the door."

Haaland nodded seriously.

"Of course, this is a striker's professional dignity."

Bürki came on as a substitute.

The starting goalkeeper walked into the goal and adjusted his gloves.

"I listened to Marvin complain for half an hour. Now let me see just how ruthless you guys really are."

Hitz stood on the sidelines, gloating.

"Roman, good luck. Really!"

Bürki looked back at him.

"Your expression doesn't look like you're giving a blessing."

The red team lined up a five-man defense at the edge of the penalty area.

Hummels directs the positioning.

"Don't give him the instep. Delaney, you go first. Akanji, watch out for Haaland."

Training has resumed.

A tactical corner kick is taken.

Sancho received the ball on the left wing, but did not force his way through the double team.

He passed the ball back to Brandt.

Brandt made a diagonal pass to Reus on the right side of the penalty area.

Reus, with his back to the goal, lightly tapped the ball with his heel.

The ball rolled towards the middle.

Sun Yang came forward to greet him.

Delaney had already pounced on him.

The angle is not large.

There's not much time left.

Sun Yang stepped onto the grass with his left foot and swung his right leg up.

"Bati GO" skill activated.

He didn't stop the ball.

The right instep struck the ball squarely in the center.

boom!

A dull thud. It sounded more like kicking a sandbag than kicking a football.

The ball transformed into a streak of white light, hurtling rapidly along the grass.

Delaney stretched out his foot to block, but didn't even touch the ball.

Hummels instinctively turned around, but the ball had already passed by his legs.

Goalkeeper Bürki's view was blocked by the crowd in front of him. By the time he saw the ball flying out, it had already crashed into the net with tremendous force.

Splash!

The net was pushed back and bulged.

The enormous impact made the iron railings behind it vibrate loudly.

Bürki crouched on the door line and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he took off his gloves and yelled towards the sidelines, "Damn it! This is training, not an artillery drill!"

Laughter erupted from the sidelines.

Hitz laughed the loudest.

"What did I say? Roman, welcome to the Victims' Alliance."

Bürki glared at him.

"Shut up, you didn't even manage to pounce on him."

Terzic looked at the speedometer, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"136 kilometers per hour. Mr. Favre, in a real match, it would be very difficult for the goalkeeper to catch that ball with his hands."

Favre did not speak immediately.

He stared at Sun Yang, then looked at Royce and Brandt.

"Try again. Don't just let Sun shoot. I want to see other options."

The second attack.

Sun Yang received the ball at the top of the arc, and all the Red Team's defense pressed towards him.

He did not shoot.

He twisted his right foot and passed the ball back to Sancho on the left.

Sancho dribbled into the penalty area, drawing Akanji's attention before passing the ball across.

Haaland missed a shot at the near post.

Thorgan Hazard slots the ball home at the far post.

Bürki lunged forward and blocked the ball out of bounds.

After he got up, he shouted to the defense, "That's more like football! That kick was completely unreasonable!"

Sun Yang grinned when he heard this.

He likes to pass the ball.

But he prefers the sound of the net being ripped open by a powerful shot.

Favre threw the ball to Terzic.

"Change to a set piece!"

The penalty kick will be taken from the left side of the penalty area, at an angle of about 25 degrees.

Burki's expression changed.

"Again?"

Hitz shouted from the sidelines, "Roman, don't be afraid. At worst, it's just psychological trauma."

Bürki cursed in German and began directing the human wall.

"Six people! Hurry! Delaney, stand on the outside. Mats, you're the tallest, don't hide!"

Hummels led the way, lining up in a row.

He whispered a reminder to his teammates.

"Guys, protect your vital areas. This shot isn't going to be gentle."

Akanji sighed.

"Matz, can you say something that will put my mind at ease?"

Hummels watched as Sun Yang set up the ball.

"I've already been very restrained."

Sun Yang placed the ball flat and tamped down the surrounding grass.

Take five steps back.

Take a deep breath.

This is muscle memory he gained from being beaten countless times by Beckham in his dreams.

The whistle blows.

Sun Yang begins his running start.

The first three steps are short, the last step is to stretch it out.

Leaning to the left, the inside of the right foot rubs extensively against the lower half of the ball.

The ball leaves the ground.

Hummels and Delaney jumped at the same time.

"Too high!"

Hummels shouted in the air.

The ball went over the wall by half a body length and flew towards the back of the goal.

Bürki had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, the ball began to fall from its highest point.

It didn't float.

Instead, it spun strongly and drilled towards the upper right corner.

Bürki strained his feet, trying to make a save.

But the ball had already grazed the inside of the post and smashed into the net.

when.

The sound was so crisp it made your teeth ache.

Burki stopped halfway through his attack.

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Then Haaland was the first to burst out laughing.

He rushed over and tackled Sun Yang to the ground.

"Beautiful! Play like this over the weekend! Feed me two first, then give the Cologne goalkeeper a kick like this!"

Sancho ran over and reached out to pull Haaland aside.

"Get off him first, Erling, he still needs to pass the ball to someone else."

Brandt squatted down beside Sun Yang and watched him.

"Honestly, that curve was a bit outrageous. The goalkeeper thought the ball had gone out of bounds, but it just curved back on its own."

Hazard Jr. nodded.

"I positioned myself at the far post during the match. As long as their goalkeeper didn't dare to come out, the far post was mine."

Götze strolled over and patted Sun Yang on the shoulder.

"Young man, don't just focus on blasting the door open. Your most dangerous quality right now is that you can make everyone else dangerous."

Sun Yang sat up from the grass and wiped his sweat.

"Mario, I understand."

He paused, then looked at Bürki in the goal.

"But it feels good to kick yourself once in a while."

Upon hearing this, Bürki threw his glove into the goal.

"I'm requesting workers' compensation. Also, who's going to buy me coffee after training today?"

Hummels raised his hand. "Let Sun go first. He beat you the worst today."

Sun Yang stood up and brushed the grass clippings off his clothes. "No problem. Coffee's on me."

Haaland put his arm around his shoulder.

"Then I'll have one too."

Sancho immediately responded.

"You've already eaten three balls, and you still want coffee? Dude, leave some for others."

Haaland thought for a moment.

"Then I'll have two drinks."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Favre stood on the sidelines, but didn't laugh for long.

He closed his notebook and looked at the players on the training field.

This is the Dortmund he wanted.

There's a chance for Sancho to explode.

It has Reus's rhythm.

It has rib-inspired design by Brandt and Götze.

It has Hazard's back point sense of smell.

Haaland's penalty area was the final blow.

And then there's Sun Yang's newly drawn sword.

It can pass, it can transfer, and it can break through defenses.

He can also unleash a powerful shot from outside the penalty area, shattering all tactical doubts.

Favre turned to look at Terzic.

"Let's break down today's attacking plays: early crosses from the right wing, switches of play to the weak side, second balls at the edge of the box, and set pieces. We need to use all of these against Cologne this weekend."

Terzic nodded.

"Understood. If Cologne only focuses on Haaland, they'll be exploited by the others. If they push forward against Sun, the gaps will be even wider."

On the training field, Sun Yang picked up a ball again.

He stepped on the ball and looked up at the distant goal.

Passing the ball can make your teammates win endlessly.

But the sound of goals being scored was even more addictive to him.

weekend.

Cologne should fill the penalty area.

Because he couldn't wait any longer.