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

A few hours later, the plane landed in Germany.

Henry was already waiting outside the airport.

He was a chubby middle-aged man, his suit buttons were pulled up tightly, and a used Mercedes was parked next to him.

Upon seeing Sun Yang, he opened his arms and hugged him.

"Child, your mother told me everything."

"The Arsenal guys don't know what's good for them, but the Germans might."

Sun Yang patted him on the back and smiled, "Uncle, are the trial arrangements all set?"

Henry released him and patted the car door.

"Borussia Dortmund youth team, this afternoon."

Sun Yang's eyes lit up.

It really happened.

Henry stuffed his luggage into the trunk as he said, "But let me warn you, Dortmund isn't a tourist destination. They observe players very closely—positioning, receiving passes, pressing, first touch—you can't hide any weakness in any of these areas."

Sun Yang got into the car.

"That's perfect, I wasn't planning on hiding it anyway."

Henry paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Sure, you've got that same drive your dad had when he was young. But back then your dad did somersaults, you're playing soccer, just don't end up in the infirmary."

Sun Yang touched the shin guards in his bag.

"Not this time."

in the afternoon.

Dortmund training base.

Youth team coach Kramer held Sun Yang's information, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Arsenal just terminated his contract?"

Sun Yang nodded.

"Yes."

Cramer turned a page and asked again, "The injury report says it's very serious. Are you sure you've recovered?"

"Sure."

Kramer looked up at him.

Obviously, they don't believe it.

A player who was just rumored to be at risk of breaking his leg suddenly claims that he is cured.

Anyone would have a question mark.

Moreover, Sun Yang's profile isn't particularly impressive.

He is not physically strong.

His speed is decent, but he's not the kind of winger who can rely on explosive power to overpower full-backs.

The dribbling is average.

The shots were more ordinary.

If a midfielder or forward doesn't have a standout weapon, it will be difficult for them to stay at Dortmund.

Kramer closed the document.

"A ten-minute training match."

He looked at Sun Yang, his tone very direct.

"You only have ten minutes. This is not a rehabilitation center or a charity. If you want to stay, show us your reasons."

Henry quickly chimed in, "Coach Kramer, he's really talented. Arsenal made a mistake in their assessment; this kid showed a lot of potential even in the youth team."

Cramer glanced at Henry.

"Henry, I'm only letting him play because I'm giving you face."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Sun Yang.

"But whether you can stay or not depends on what your uncle says."

"The stadium will speak for itself."

Sun Yang nodded.

"Ten minutes is enough."

Kramer raised an eyebrow.

Young man, you've got quite the nerve.

The assistant coach stood to the side, muttering to himself, "Hopefully he's not the kind of player who only knows how to edit highlight reels."

Cramer didn't reply, but simply took out his stopwatch.

The training match started soon.

Sun Yang was assigned to the Yellow Team, in a position close to number nine and a half.

This position is difficult to play in.

They need to be able to support the center forward and drop back to receive passes.

They need to control the ball between the two lines and also turn and pass the ball under pressure.

As soon as the ball was kicked off, two opposing defenders pressed forward.

They knew Sun Yang was a trial player, so they were very unkind to him.

One top body.

A card-catching line.

When the Yellow Team's defensive midfielder passed the ball over, Sun Yang received it with his back to the goal, and the center-back behind him immediately bumped into him.

A shoulder bump.

Sun Yang swayed half a step.

Having a physical attribute of 50 is definitely a disadvantage.

When the fight started, his lower body was clearly not strong enough.

On the sidelines, Kramer shook his head.

"Too weak."

The assistant coach whispered, "With this kind of physical condition, he'll be at a disadvantage in the German youth league. Especially when receiving the ball with his back to goal, he won't be able to withstand the initial pressure."

Henry's face tightened as he listened.

He gripped the car keys tightly, his palms sweating.

He wasn't a professional coach, but he could tell that Sun Yang almost lost the ball.

Just when everyone thought Sun Yang was about to lose the ball, he suddenly raised his left hand and pointed to the other side of the court.

Before he could even stand up straight, his right foot had already swung out.

boom!

The football slipped between two defenders.

It's not about blindly offering help.

It's not just hearsay.

The ball followed a clear trajectory, traversing half the court and landing in the open space on the left.

The left winger, who had been jogging, froze for a moment when he saw the ball coming.

Because there were no defenders within five meters of him.

What's worse, the ball wasn't passed to his feet.

Instead, it was transmitted to the most comfortable position directly in front of him after he started the machine.

No need to stop.

No adjustments are needed.

As long as you keep pushing forward, you can fully accelerate.

Sun Yang yelled at him.

"Run! This ball isn't for you!"

The left winger reacted instantly and sprinted forward.

Cramer's expression changed on the sidelines.

The teaching assistant was also stunned.

"This lead time..."

Kramer didn't speak, his gaze already shifting from the data sheet back to the field.

The left winger dribbles the ball into the penalty area.

The opposing right-back was a fraction of a second too slow in tracking back, forcing the opposing team to push him towards the byline to prevent him from getting a chance to shoot.

The winger didn't try to take credit for himself.

Bottom.

A long cross.

The striker feints at the near post, and his teammate pounces at the far post to slot the ball home.

The football went into the goal.

1:0.

The Yellow Team players shouted excitedly.

The left winger turned around and looked at Sun Yang, his face full of surprise.

"Bro, how did you know no one was there?"

Sun Yang took a breath and patted his chest.

"Because it's an open space, I just need to pass it over. Whether you run into position or not is your job as forwards. You're running too slowly, I'm getting anxious for you."

The winger was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and cursed.

"Well, you're new here, you've got a sharp tongue."

Sun Yang smiled too.

"The ball has been passed to you, just get into position."

On the sidelines, Henry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Kramer and couldn't help but ask, "Coach, how was that play?"

Cramer did not answer immediately.

He glanced down at the stopwatch.

The training match had only been going on for less than a minute.

Ten minutes?

Now it seems that this kid might not even need ten minutes.

Kramer reopened the file, his gaze landing on Sun Yang's name.

Arsenal just terminated his contract.

Risk of injury or illness.

His health is average.

Shots were average.

But that weak-side pass just now was something no ordinary player could make.

That's not just a simple case of big feet.

That pass was a combination of observation, anticipation, footwork, and spatial awareness.

Kramer looked up and stared at Sun Yang on the court.

For the first time, his eyes became serious.

"Let's keep watching."

"This kid's got some talent."