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

Bundesliga Round 19.

The press conference hall at Westfalenstadion was packed with journalists from all over the world.

In front of the camera, Cologne head coach Baumgart straightened his tie, his expression displaying the stubbornness and arrogance characteristic of German coaches.

A Kicker reporter pushed the microphone forward.

"Mr. Baumgart, Dortmund's 19-year-old Asian prodigy Sun Yang had an amazing performance in the last match. Many media outlets believe he will become Dortmund's new midfield engine. Does Cologne have any defensive arrangements specifically targeting him in today's tactical system?"

Baumgart scoffed, leaning forward against the microphone: "Just a momentary flash of brilliance. The Bundesliga has no shortage of young players who suddenly explode in one or two games. You're overestimating a young player who's only played forty minutes in a professional match. I'll assign someone to mark him closely, and Cologne's defense will completely freeze this little Asian guy. He won't even have a comfortable chance to get the ball."

A rapid clatter of keyboards filled the press section. Baumgart's words were arrogant enough, exactly the kind of sensational news the media craved.

But just fifteen minutes later...

In the Cologne away team's locker room, the door was locked from the inside. Baumgart's arrogance had vanished, replaced by irritability.

He kicked the base of the tactical board and dragged it to the center of the room.

The screen above is playing a loop of Sun Yang's long pass over the top from the previous game.

"Did you see that?!" Baumgart yelled, pointing at the screen. "If you bunch of idiots actually believed what I said outside, we'd be going back to Cologne today with three or four goals conceded!"

Cologne captain and defensive stalwart Hector sat on the bench, wiping the sweat from his hands with a towel: "Coach, we've watched his video. His passing lanes are so unpredictable, it's impossible to anticipate and intercept them."

"Then don't try to guess his passing route!" Baumgart walked over, patted Hector heavily on the shoulders with both hands, and then turned to stare at the other two center-backs, Chijos and Bornau.

"Listen, the tactics are simple. Dortmund's attacking play relies entirely on this Asian kid named Sun. Whenever he gets the ball, don't worry about where it goes, just take him down!"

Baumgart strode back to the screen and drew a large red circle on Sun Yang's raised left hand with a tactical pen.

"The moment that 19-year-old raises his left hand, stick to him immediately! At any cost! Take him down, ball and all! Even if he gets a yellow card within the first five minutes, kick him so hard he won't dare reach for the ball again! This is a professional league, give him some intensity, if the kid gets hurt, he'll lose his nerve!"

Hector stood up, stretched his thick thigh muscles, and grinned: "Understood, Coach. I'll show him just how tough Cologne's style of play really is."

Meanwhile, in the Westfalen home team's locker room.

Favre stood next to the Dortmund team crest carpet, holding a fitness report in his hand.

He looked up at Sun Yang, who was sitting in front of the wardrobe.

"Sun, those guys at Cologne definitely won't let you play as easily as in a training match. When relegation-threatened Bundesliga teams encounter a technically gifted midfielder, their first reaction is to go physical."

Favre walked up to Sun Yang and knocked on the cabinet door next to him: "I've seen your physical test data. You've just reached the passing grade for professional matches, but you're still a long way from being able to run around the field with these beasts for ninety minutes."

Sun Yang looked up, adjusting the shin guards on his legs: "Coach, what do you need me to do? Should I conserve half my energy on defense?"

"No!" Favre waved his hand decisively: "Quite the opposite. I don't want you to conserve your energy. Your task is to rev the entire engine to its maximum speed."

Favre turned to the whole team: "Cologne will definitely want to drag the game into a quagmire and disrupt our rhythm with fouls. Today we're playing 4-2-3-1. Erling will be up front, Jaden on the left, and Marco, you'll be supporting on the right flank."

He turned his gaze back to Sun Yang: "Sun, you'll roam between the attacking and defensive midfield positions. I'm giving you the green light; both flanks in the midfield and attacking third are your positions. When you get the ball, don't need to look around, just accelerate and pass it around. If you're double-teamed, don't try to fight it out; once the ball is out of play, get moving. If that opening we practiced this week appears outside the penalty area, take a bold shot!"

Sun Yang tightened his shoelaces, stood up, and stomped his feet, the cleats making a dull thud on the rubber floor of the locker room.

"Use every last drop of your energy in the first half!"

Favre's voice drowned out the background noise in the locker room: "In these forty-five minutes, break them down! Run these lumberjacks to death! You're exhausted, I'll substitute you for ice in the second half."

Haaland, listening intently, got all fired up and grabbed Sun Yang by the neck: "Did you hear that, bro? Forty-five minutes! If you dare to hold back when passing the ball, I'll be the first to punish you. Feed me a few more headers today; Cologne's center-backs are as slow as wooden stakes."

Sun Yang pushed the Norwegian behemoth aside, laughing and shaking his arm: "Don't worry, Erling. I'm afraid my pass will be too fast for your long legs to keep up."

Reus walked over and clapped his hands: "Alright guys, it's time to step in. Let these Cologne bumpkins see what Dortmund's passing and possession style is all about."

Thousands of miles away in China, the studio of CCTV's sports channel is brightly lit.

After securing the official broadcasting agreement from the Bundesliga, CCTV launched a highly efficient publicity campaign.

Major domestic sports forums have been in an uproar, and Borussia Dortmund's matches have now become the most important event for Chinese fans to watch every week.

The starting lineups for both teams were displayed on the live stream screen.

Duan Xuan excitedly adjusted his headset: "Viewers, welcome to the 19th round of the 2019-2020 Bundesliga season, where Borussia Dortmund hosts FC Köln. I'm Duan Xuan."

Tao Wei chimed in, "I'm Tao Wei. Today's match is of extraordinary significance for Chinese fans. When we received the starting lineup, Duan Xuan and I were incredibly excited in the control room. Sun Yang! This young man, only nineteen years old and half-Chinese, made his professional debut for Bundesliga giants Borussia Dortmund!"

The barrage of comments in the live stream room was so dense that the image was no longer visible.

"Holy crap! It's a starter! It's really a starter!"

"Favre is amazing! He dared to start a young player who had only played one game as a substitute. That's like giving him the treatment of a father!!"

"Cologne is doomed tonight! I, the Monkey King, will lead the charge and leave no grass untouched!"

"Don't be too happy yet. Cologne is a team with a dirty playing style, and they will definitely target Sun Yang with dirty tackles. That will be the biggest test for him."

In the studio, Duan Xuan analyzed the situation while looking at the tactics board: "Coach Tao, Dortmund fielded a very aggressive lineup today. Haaland is the lone striker, and Sun Yang is positioned further forward in midfield. What do you think Favre's reasoning was?"

Tao Wei nodded in agreement: "It's obvious that this means Sun Yang has been given complete control of the offense. In the last game, Sun Yang's vision was astonishing. But today he faces a completely different situation."

Cologne started, while Augsburg fielded substitutes who were fatigued. Today, Cologne's players are full of energy, and Baumgart has definitely implemented a trade-off tactic. It remains to be seen whether Sun Yang's somewhat slender physique can withstand the rough, close-quarters combat of the Bundesliga.