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

The fifteen-minute break passed in the blink of an eye, and the second half of the game officially began.

Sun Yang took a hot shower, put on a thick black Dortmund down coat, and sat comfortably on the substitute bench.

With the referee's whistle.

Without Sun Yang as their tactical pivot, Dortmund's attacking pace noticeably dropped a notch.

Gone are those long passes across half the court that could accurately feed the ball from thirty meters away.

There was also no longer that terrifying, god-like perspective of command.

Götze, who came on as a substitute, has been plagued by injuries all season and hasn't played many proper games for most of the season. When he came on, he basically just strolled around the edge of the penalty area, unwilling to engage in even slightly physical contact.

The Cologne players astutely noticed that the freak number 29 on the opposing team, who had been making a fool of them, had been taken off the court.

Their defensive actions immediately became more aggressive.

Cologne reverted to their rough, physical tactics, using a barrage of tactical fouls to disrupt Dortmund's fluid ground passing game.

The most frustrated person on the field was none other than Haaland.

Fifty minutes.

Haaland, relying on his dominant core strength, forcefully pushed past a Cologne center-back and created a huge sprinting opportunity in the central defensive zone.

He raised his right hand high, desperately wanting the ball, while simultaneously taking long strides to cut straight into the penalty area for a one-on-one opportunity.

Sancho, on the left flank, spotted an opportunity and unleashed a powerful diagonal pass with his left foot.

However, the ball's trajectory was noticeably half a meter higher, and its speed was somewhat sluggish. Cologne's other defender, Zijos, decisively abandoned marking his man and headed the ball out of bounds in mid-air.

"Oh my god! Jaden! That pass you just made was as soft as a lump of fermenting mud!"

Haaland was so angry he was jumping up and down on the spot: "God, if Son were on the field, he could have smashed that damn ball right into my head even with his eyes closed! Who are you trying to torture with that accuracy?"

Sancho, sweating profusely, spread his hands and roared back with a frustrated expression.

"Hey big guy, be reasonable! I'm just a winger! In the entire Bundesliga, only Sun Yang seems to have some kind of weird GPS tracking system on his feet. You can't use his passing standards to judge all of us, okay?"

When Favre saw this on the bench, he didn't get angry; instead, he grinned happily.

"Did you see that, Sun?"

Favre turned to look at Sun Yang and patted his knee hard.

"You've only played with them for forty-five minutes, and these kids have already developed a spoiled attitude from you. You are now the absolutely irreplaceable brain in our tactical system."

The 80,000 Dortmund fans in the stands also noticed the awkwardness on the field.

Someone started it from the south stand, and more than 20,000 die-hard fans began to pound on the concrete railings in front of them.

They shouted at the top of their lungs, singing the cheers they had just made up.

"Let's not just sit there listlessly!"

"We need long passes like missiles!"

"Sun! The Magician of Westphalia!"

This massive, unified sound wave penetrated the live broadcast microphones and was clearly transmitted back to the television sets of millions of households across the country.

In the 65th minute, Cologne capitalized on a mistake in Dortmund's backfield passing, with number 23 Uth scoring a long-range shot.

Until the 87th minute.

Haaland finally executed a successful one-two with Sancho, breaking into the penalty area and scoring his second goal of the match.

Five minutes later, the referee blew the final whistle to end the match.

In the second half, both sides scored a goal each, and Dortmund, thanks to the overwhelming advantage set by Sun Yang in the first half, ultimately won a resounding 5-1 victory over the veteran team Cologne at home.

……

The press conference hall after the match was packed with media.

The flashes of cameras from various lenses clicked, and the blinding white light was all focused on the front row of the podium.

Favre specially brought Sun Yang, the undisputed best player of the match, to attend.

As soon as Cologne coach Baumgart sat down, he couldn't contain his resentment.

When asked a question by a German reporter, he snatched the microphone from in front of him without even glancing at Favre beside him.

"I don't think Dortmund's tactical arrangements today were anything special!" Baumgart scoffed. "They didn't win through tactical awareness at all! They just got lucky and landed a freak who plays football completely ignoring the laws of physics!"

"Those exaggeratedly long, curved passes and unreasonable 30-meter long-range shots completely disrupted the defensive balance that should exist on the football field!"

The dozens of reporters in the audience erupted in uproar.

This statement clearly shows that the person is desperate after losing and is starting to throw a tantrum in public.

Favre's face darkened, and he was about to slam his fist on the table and stand up to start cursing when a hand preemptively pressed down on the microphone.

Sun Yang leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Baumgart, whose face was ashen.

"Mr. Coach."

Sun Yang's voice carried through the speakers to every corner of the hall, steady yet extremely lethal.

"If you feel my pass was disrupting the balance of the game, then I'm truly sorry. But rest assured, next time I go to Cologne's home ground, I'll try to hold back a bit. After all, conceding four goals in the first half is certainly not good for the mental health of your defenders."

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of uncontrollable laughter erupted.

The reporters absolutely adore this young man from the East! His explosive performance on the court is one thing, but at press conferences, he's equally outspoken, always ready to unleash his full power at close range!

Baumgart's face turned a deep shade of liver from the rebuke.

He glared at Sun Yang, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal. In the end, he could only awkwardly push back his chair and leave the press conference early with a livid face.

Amid this commotion, a senior German journalist from Kicker immediately stood up and posed an extremely pointed transfer question.

"Son, the talent you displayed today has already won over the Bundesliga, and it's said that it has also caught the attention of Arsenal's management. Their youth team is currently embroiled in a mass layoff storm and deeply regrets letting you go for free. If Arsenal offers you an irresistible, astronomical contract next season, would you choose to return to the Premier League?"

Numerous microphones were shoved toward Sun Yang.

This question is absolutely devastating.

Sun Yang did not hesitate at all.

"Borussia Dortmund gave me this opportunity when I was seriously injured and discarded by Arsenal like trash. I am now not for sale here. As for Arsenal?"

Sun Yang leaned back in his chair and casually spread his hands.

"It was their arrogant team management who thought I was worthless. Now? Even if they replaced all the grass in the Emirates Stadium with solid gold, I wouldn't give them a second glance."

"I'm standing here for only one purpose: to utterly crush their blind youth training management and their team in the future Champions League or other competitions!"

All the reporters present gasped, and the sound of keyboards clattering was deafening.

At this moment, another reporter from Bild stood up and excitedly asked the next question.

"Son, according to the current Bundesliga statistics, the top assist provider is Bayern Munich's Thomas Müller with 12 assists. Second place is your teammate Sancho with 10 assists."

"But that's the statistic they achieved after playing a full six months and a total of 19 games. And you, in just two games, already have 5 assists! Do you have the confidence to claim the top spot in the Bundesliga assist rankings before the end of the season?"

Upon hearing this question, Sun Yang raised an eyebrow.

"I don't care who's number one on the assist charts," Sun Yang said into the microphone, "What I'm more curious about is who's currently number one on the Bundesliga's scoring charts, and how many goals they've scored?"

The reporter paused for a moment, then instinctively replied, "It's Robert Lewandowski of Bayern Munich, who has already scored 18 goals."

Sun Yang smiled, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and began to calculate a sum of money for all the media present.

"My good brother Haaland scored a hat-trick in his debut last game, becoming the first player in Bundesliga history to score 3 goals on his debut. Today he scored twice. Two games, 5 goals."

"We have fifteen games left until the end of the season."

Sun Yang's gaze swept over all the bewildered reporters below the stage.

"Since you think my passes are disrupting the balance, then I'll continue feeding this Norwegian striker. Why don't you guess whether Haaland can pull that Pole off the top of the scoring charts in these remaining fifteen games?"

The hall was deathly silent.

What kind of divine statement is this?

A newcomer, after playing two games, not only boasted that he would dominate the midfield, but also wanted to personally train his striker teammates to become the season's Golden Boot winner?

This is insane! Utterly insane! The Bundesliga is about to be completely transformed because of these two arrogant young men!