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

A bird's-eye view of Dortmund.

The Ruhr River, the largest tributary of the Rhine, meanders like a silver thread, cutting through the rugged outline of this heavy industrial city.

The continuous tree canopy of Westfalen Park gently embraces the enormous steel behemoth, Westfalen Stadium.

The four stands resemble four towering, ring-shaped ridges, layered upon each other, enveloping the central lawn. It has no dome, but eleven thousand all-black photovoltaic panels, like the scales of a black dragon, solemnly cover the stands.

The perspective suddenly drops.

Gliding past the giant GG logo of the sponsor on the perimeter, past the team banners fluttering in the wind, we arrived directly inside the stadium, which holds 80,000 people.

The enthusiastic home fans, all dressed in yellow and black jerseys, waved their scarves in unison as if celebrating a festival, turning the stadium into a vibrant sea of ​​color.

My gaze traveled across the smooth, carpet-like grass and into the dimly lit players' tunnel.

The air was filled with the minty scent of deep muscle soothing cream, mixed with a strong male hormone and the smell of gunpowder ready to explode.

Before the graffiti on the wall that records Dortmund's century of history, the starting 22 players from both teams were already lined up in two rows. The two teams were side by side, with less than half a meter between them.

The camera focused on Sun Yang's left hand, which was hanging down naturally and was now unconsciously swaying it slightly.

Perhaps it was his first time stepping into this notoriously intimidating stadium in Europe, but beneath his calm exterior, his heart was pounding wildly.

Cologne's captain, Hector, stood in the middle of the line. He didn't look at Reus, who was at the front of the line; his gaze swept past several people and locked onto Sun Yang, who was behind Reus.

Hector's gaze traveled downwards and settled on Sun Yang's left hand.

Sun Yang keenly sensed the unfriendly gaze. He turned his head to meet Hector's provocative stare.

Cologne's center-back Bornau muttered to Hector in German, "Captain, is this the kid? So delicate and fragile, won't he fall apart if you just touch him on the field?"

Sun Yang grew up in England, and the multilingual package rewarded by the system allowed him to hear this German sentence clearly.

He did not back down. Instead, he raised his left hand, palm facing Hector, fingers spread out, then slowly clenched into a fist.

He then shrugged at the two Cologne butchers and grinned provocatively.

Try touching me.

Haaland, who was at the back of the line, noticed the commotion ahead immediately. The Norwegian behemoth, standing over 1.9 meters tall, took a step to the side, blocking Sun Yang's path like a wall.

"Listen up, keep your eyes peeled, buddies! If you dare touch a hair on his head today, believe me, I'll run you over to the emergency room right here in the restricted area!"

Hector gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, forcibly turning his head back to face forward.

Reus reached out from the front and patted Haaland's broad, sturdy back, pulling the hot-tempered guy back into the group, then turned to look at Sun Yang.

"Sun, you'll get used to it. The more they stare at you, the more afraid they are of you."

Sun Yang cracked his ankle, making a crisp sound as he said, "Captain, I didn't take them seriously."

Reus suddenly pointed to the ground: "Stand firm and feel it."

Sun Yang was taken aback.

The next second, he felt it.

The concrete ground beneath my feet was trembling. It wasn't the roar of machinery, but a violent, primal resonance, like an earthquake. The shockwave traveled along the custom steel studs of my sneakers, all the way into the muscles of my calves.

"Can you feel it?" Royce looked up, his gaze fixed on the blinding light at the end of the passage.

"Welcome to one of Europe's top intimidating stadiums. Don't think it's just eleven of us playing here. We have twelve men fighting on the field. Every time you kick the ball, eighty thousand fans will roar along with you."

The noise outside the passage began to amplify exponentially.

The referee picked up the football and led the team toward the exit.

Sun Yang followed behind Reus, taking a step forward. The moment he stepped out of the shadows, dozens of searchlights shone down on him, causing him to instinctively squint.

Just as my vision returned to clear.

The first wave of overwhelming sound shattered their eardrums.

The entire Westfalenstadion was so filled that not even a needle could be inserted. There wasn't a single other color in the stands; a pure torrent of yellow and black surged and roared in all directions.

Especially the world-famous, loyal wall on the south side.

Twenty-five thousand die-hard fans stood shoulder to shoulder; there were no seats, only the purest passion.

These 25,000 people transformed into a gigantic human sound system, jumping and waving their arms simultaneously.

Without any conductor, an old team anthem pierced the air above the stadium.

"You'll Never Walk Alone".

It began with a low, suppressed resonance in the chest, carrying a suffocating heaviness. At the climax, 25,000 people completely tore their voices apart, and the sound waves echoed and crashed under the photovoltaic roof.

Sun Yang felt as if he were standing on a volcano, not on a lawn. Even the air he breathed in felt scorching and boiling.

Blood rushed backward to the top of my head, my body trembled with uncontrollable excitement, and every pore on my body was desperately expanding.

The DJ stood on the sidelines with a microphone, shouting at the crowd in a near-oxygen-deprived voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Next up is our brand-new midfield maestro! The miracle boy from the East!"

Above the stadium, the giant screens surrounding the stadium simultaneously cut off the game. Sun Yang's official photo, wearing a yellow and black jersey and with a determined look in his eyes, dominated the center of all the screens.

The DJ dragged out the last syllable, shouting into the microphone with all his might.

"Sun, wearing the number 29 jersey!"

"Yang!!!"

A full 80,000 people, like a well-trained army, perfectly caught the DJ's climax.

"SUN!!!"

The extreme sonic boom generated by the simultaneous friction of 80,000 vocal cords caused a sharp noise to be emitted from the loudspeakers broadcasting live.

This is the treatment Dortmund gave him! A newcomer who has only played for forty minutes, he received a king-like treatment on his first home start.

Sun Yang felt a slight soreness in his nose, but the destructive desire deep within him to destroy all his opponents burned like wildfire.

Unlike other newcomers who shyly lowered their heads, he strode towards the center circle, turned to face the enthusiastic South Stand, and raised his hands high above his head.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, his left and right hands clapped heavily together.

He responded to the 80,000 believers with applause!

At the very same second that the two palms clasped together.

boom! boom! boom!

More than a dozen bright yellow fireworks suddenly soared into the sky from all around the stadium, exploding with a deafening roar in the Westfalen night sky! The deafening explosions, mixed with the strong smell of gunpowder, pushed the already boiling atmosphere to its true peak.

This is a double storm of sight and sound!

On the other side of the ocean, in the CCTV sports channel's broadcasting studio, Duan Xuan's voice was completely hoarse, trembling with barely suppressed excitement.

"Dear viewers, listen to this sound, look at this sky full of fireworks! What a spectacle, what an aura! This moment belongs to Sun Yang, and it belongs to the pride of all Chinese football fans!"

The live stream chat exploded with messages, completely obscuring the screen.

"This is absolutely amazing! The sound is incredible, it gave me goosebumps!"

"This is the true treatment of a top-tier family. Those country bumpkins from Cologne are doomed today!"

"Holy crap, that was so awesome! I have to give Sun Yang a shout-out tonight!"

The perspective shifts back to the frenzied green field.

After warming up, the team lined up and shook hands.

Sun Yang stepped onto the grass just outside the center circle. Not far ahead, Haaland had one foot on the ball, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

On the opposite half of the field, Cologne captain Hector and several other defensive stalwarts had lowered their center of gravity. Their eyes weren't on the ball at all; they were all fixed on Sun Yang.

The referee glanced at his watch, put the whistle in his mouth, and blew it hard.

"Beep—!"

A long whistle broke the silence and ignited the excitement in the stadium.

Haaland flicked the ball with his ankle, gently tapping it back to the back of the court. The ball rolled straight towards Sun Yang, skimming the grass.

Just a second before Sun Yang was about to touch the ball, Hector, like a completely out-of-control bull, charged straight at Sun Yang with his massive muscles and unstoppable ferocity!