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

Sidelines.

Union Berlin's head coach, Fischer, was so angry that he kicked a water bottle that was lying next to him.

Water splashed all over the fourth official's trouser leg, but he had no time to apologize.

"Sheraldo! Take off your coat! Now!" Fisher turned and roared at the bench.

Becker, who had only been warming up hastily for a few minutes, ripped off his jacket and ran to the sidelines.

This is a black striker with explosive power, abundant stamina, and is also a well-known fast winger.

Fisher grabbed Becker by the shoulder, spitting all over his face.

"Listen, that Asian kid wearing number 29 is causing us trouble. Dortmund is desperate to score right now, so their center-backs will definitely push up high. You go up there and operate on the right flank. Once you get the ball, charge forward like a mad dog! Tear their defense apart completely, understand?"

Becker nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with eager excitement.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll show them what real speed is, I guarantee I'll turn them into sieves!"

Amidst a unified chorus of boos from the entire stadium, Schrottbeck was carried into the players' tunnel on a stretcher. Becker then ran onto the field through the slippery grass.

The match has resumed.

Dortmund's corner kick in the attacking third.

The torrential rain showed no signs of abating. A thick fog blanketed Westvale, blurring even the massive beams of searchlight.

Captain Reus placed the ball in the corner flag area and stomped hard on the muddy water next to it with his toes to make sure his supporting foot wouldn't slip.

He raised his right arm and made a tactical gesture.

The area inside the penalty area immediately descended into chaos.

Union Berlin's defenders treated Haaland like a monster. Three burly men swarmed him, flanking him from all sides. They pulled his jersey, stomped on his toes, and used all sorts of dirty tricks.

The whistle blew.

Reus took two steps and curled a high, curving shot with the inside of his right foot. The ball sailed over the crowd at the near post and headed straight for the far post.

Haaland braces his legs in preparation for the jump.

At that very moment, two Union Berlin center-backs grabbed the hem of his jersey and dragged the Norwegian giant back to the ground.

Missed the peak!

A Berlin defender got half a body length ahead and cleared the ball with a solid header.

boom!

The ball flew high out of the penalty area and landed near the center circle.

The ball landed right in front of Becker!

Dortmund's center-back Akanji, who was holding back, immediately moved forward, ready to head the ball back into the attacking third.

Unexpectedly, the rain in Westfalen was so heavy that when Akanji made a sudden stop and exerted force, his shoes slipped on the waterlogged grass, causing him to lose his balance and fall directly into the mud.

"Danger!" Duan Xuan's voice suddenly rose in the studio. "Akanji has slipped! Dortmund's defense is wide open! Hummels and Hakimi are both in the opposite penalty area and haven't come back!"

Tao Wei was so anxious that he slammed his pen down on the table.

"Oh no! This downpour has backfired! Becker is in a complete mess; there's practically a vast grassland in front of him, and that kid is Union Berlin's fastest horse!"

On the field.

Becker chested the ball down and then pushed it forward.

Looking up, there wasn't a single defender standing in front of him, except for Dortmund's goalkeeper Bürki, who was fifty meters away.

A golden one-on-one opportunity!

Becker was overjoyed and immediately pushed his speed to the limit, his shoes splashing huge water droplets on the waterlogged grass, like a high-speed heavy sports car, as he raced towards Dortmund's half.

Head coach Favre was jumping up and down in frustration on the sidelines, shouting desperately.

"Back up! Everyone back up!"

However, Dortmund's tall defenders had been too deep in the penalty area, and now that they were turning around and running back, they couldn't even see Becker's taillights.

At this critical moment.

A figure wearing a yellow and black jersey with the number 29 darted out from the edge of Union Berlin's penalty area like a cheetah.

It's Sun Yang!

He had just come on as a substitute in the second half, and his stamina bar was almost full. The five points of speed attribute bonus awarded by the system came in extremely handy at this moment.

When Becker dribbles the ball, his speed is inevitably affected.

Sun Yang was sprinting without the ball!

With his speed attribute of 73 points fully activated, Sun Yang strode across the grass, his arms swinging rapidly, and the distance between the two was visibly decreasing.

"Run! Catch him!" the DJ screamed desperately over the loudspeaker.

All 80,000 fans in Westphalia held their breath, their eyes glued to the number 29 who was frantically chasing back.

Becker heard hurried footsteps behind him, glanced back, and was immediately startled.

Damn, how can this Asian kid be so fast?!

Becker gritted his teeth and took another big step forward with the ball, trying to use his speed advantage to completely shake off Sun Yang.

The two of them ran one after the other along the right side of the road for a full seventy meters!

Sun Yang was panting heavily as he calculated defensive strategies in his mind.

He was well aware of his pitiful forty points in defensive attributes. If he tried to steal the ball directly, this big black guy would definitely dribble past him with a simple crossover.

You can't stick your feet out! You can only press and tackle closely!

Sun Yang quickened his pace again and pressed his body against Becker's inside.

Relying on his excellent balance, he withstood the impact on Becker's shoulder and forced his opponent into a corner near the baseline.

"Get out of the way, you yellow-skinned brat! Don't block my way!" Becker panicked and tried to subtly nudge Sun Yang's ribs with his elbow.

Sun Yang wasn't buying it at all. He took an elbow to the head, but instead stuck even tighter, completely blocking all of Becker's routes to cut into the middle like a piece of chewing gum.

They were forced all the way to near the bottom line!

Seeing that the ball was about to go out of bounds, Becker had no choice but to stop abruptly and swing his right foot to forcefully pass the ball to the middle.

That's exactly what we've been waiting for – your perfect stop!

Without any hesitation, Sun Yang slid in from the side and back, sliding across the slippery grass!

Swish!

Splashes of water!

Sun Yang's right foot glided precisely along the grass, and before Becker's pass could form, he cleanly and decisively knocked the ball out of bounds.

The immense inertia caused Becker to lose his balance and crash into the GG sign on the sidelines.

Sun Yang slid more than three meters across the grass, getting his head and face covered in mud and water.

The whole process happened too fast, from Becker taking possession of the ball and launching a counterattack to Sun Yang's sliding tackle and clearance, it took less than ten seconds.

The entire Westfalen stadium fell silent for a brief two seconds.

Followed by.

A roar of cheers, like a tsunami, erupted from the ground!

Eighty thousand home fans, whether die-hard supporters in the South Stand or ordinary spectators, all spontaneously stood up, raised their hands, and gave the warmest applause to the Chinese-American teenager who had just sprinted back from the front to defend.

Thunderous applause erupted! It lasted for a long time!

Borussia Dortmund fans were completely won over.

In their minds, technically skilled midfielders are often pampered old men who only care about attacking and disdain the dirty and tiring work of defense.

But today, this nineteen-year-old, in order to thwart a deadly counterattack, sprinted more than seventy meters across most of the field, throwing himself into the mud without a care.

What kind of spirit is this?

This is an absolute tough guy who's willing to give his last drop of sweat for the team!