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

Dortmund thanks you for throwing away the king.

The bold, black German phrase fluttered in the wind on the banner.

Haaland opened his mouth wide. He turned to stare at Sun Yang and slapped Sun Yang's muddy shoulder.

"My God! These fans know exactly how to rub salt into someone's wounds. Son! I bet there are some high-ranking officials in London smashing their desks right now! You're the king here!"

Reus also recovered from his shock.

The former captain of Dortmund walked over laughing and put his arm around Sun Yang's neck.

"Get used to this, kid. That's how our fans are. As long as you sweat and bleed for this stadium, they'll treat you like family and they'll beat the opponents senseless."

The surrounding teammates gathered around and started making a fuss.

Sancho excitedly whistled repeatedly towards the stands.

At that moment, a piercing electrical hum came from the huge loudspeaker above the stadium.

Then, the DJ's signature frenetic vocals filled the entire venue.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Don't stop your applause! Next, we will announce the official Man of the Match!"

The entire room fell silent for a few seconds.

Everyone was waiting for that name that was a foregone conclusion.

"He only played for forty-five minutes today!"

"His running distance was less than three kilometers!"

"But! He delivered three game-winning direct assists!"

"He even sprinted over 70 meters in dire straits, completing an epic defensive comeback!"

"Most importantly! He ended the game completely with an incredible 60-meter long-range lob shot!"

"He is our new magician at Dortmund!"

"Number 29..."

The DJ pointed the microphone toward the stands.

Eighty thousand people raised their voices in unison.

"Sun-Yang!"

"Sun-Yang!"

The enormous sound shook the water off the roof of the stands, causing it to spill onto the ground.

The staff member in charge of sponsoring the event handed Sun Yang a trophy with the words "Best Player" printed on it.

Sun Yang raised the trophy high with one hand and cheered with the fans towards the south stand once again.

Then, as Sun Yang was about to walk towards the players' tunnel, he was stopped by the club's press officer.

"Sun, don't rush off. The official broadcaster specifically requested an interview with you. Go to the mixed zone and say a few words."

The press officer pushed Sun Yang deeper into the passageway.

The mixed zone was already packed with cameras and microphones.

Reporters from various countries crowded behind the railings like sardines.

As soon as Sun Yang appeared, dozens of flashes went off simultaneously, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

The press officer guided Sun Yang to stand in front of the giant logo wall of the event's sponsors.

A woman holding a microphone pushed her way out from the front of the crowd.

This is a female reporter with a great figure and long, wavy blonde hair.

She was wearing a fitted business suit with a badge from the official Bundesliga broadcaster hanging around her neck.

"Good evening, Sun. This is Serena. Congratulations on winning Man of the Match. You dominated the game today."

The female reporter spoke very quickly, with a strong Western media style.

Sun Yang nodded politely.

"Thank you. This is just standard procedure."

The surrounding reporters immediately handed over their recording pens.

This kid's opening line is arrogant enough; it's newsworthy.

Serena quickly posed the first question.

"That breathtaking lob from the center circle was absolutely stunning. What were you thinking as you kicked that shot? That's David Beckham's signature move. We want to know how a 19-year-old could perfectly replicate it?"

Sun Yang straightened his collar.

There has to be a reasonable excuse for this.

"I grew up in England and have been watching Premier League matches live since I was a child."

"David Beckham was one of my mentors in football. I grew up watching him play."

"His free kicks and long passes have always been something I imitate and learn from. In that weather, I saw that their goalkeeper was positioned too far forward. There are no spur-of-the-moment decisions on the football field, only seizing opportunities. My right foot told me that the ball could go in, so I took the shot, it was that simple."

This arrogant yet dignified remark immediately caused a stir among the surrounding reporters.

A reporter from Sky Sports immediately took notes.

The Chinese prodigy who came through Arsenal's youth academy considers David his mentor; this headline would definitely go viral back in China.

Serena nodded, then changed the subject.

"Great legacy. But Sun, there's a very controversial nickname you have on Twitter and various sports forums right now."

"They call you a 'court thug'."

Upon hearing this word, Sun Yang raised an eyebrow.

Serena continued to bombard the audience with questions.

"This is only your third official match with the first team."

"But you've already sent three of your opponents to the hospital."

She held up three fingers.

"In the first away game against Augsburg, their key defender Guvelliu broke his leg and had to leave the field, ending his season."

"Regarding the last match against Cologne, we just received the latest news that Cologne goalkeeper Horn went to the hospital for an X-ray after the game and was found to have severe soft tissue contusions in both hands. He will be out for at least two weeks."

"And then there's today's match. Your direct free kick from the attacking third caused Union Berlin's center-back Schroederbeck to suffer a concussion and leave the field. I heard he's still in the hospital."

Serena pushed the microphone forward a little.

"So, what explanation do you have for this, you 'court thug'?"

After he finished speaking, all the media in the interview area held their breath.

This is an extremely sensitive issue. If handled poorly, it could lead to being labeled as a dirty player.

Everyone is waiting for Sun Yang's reaction.

Sun Yang was not angry.

He spread his hands outwards.

"It's really not my fault."

The reporters stared wide-eyed.

"Let's start with the match against Augsburg."

"That was a malicious sliding tackle from behind by Guvelliu. He tackled my supporting leg without touching the ball."

"To protect myself, he pulled me down. When we landed, it was entirely determined by Earth's gravity and inertia. By sheer coincidence, I landed right on his leg."

"That was an indisputable red card offense. He violated the rules of football himself, so how can he shift the blame to the victim after getting injured?"

Sun Yang spoke calmly and with exceptional clarity.

Serena opened her mouth, but found she had no way to refute it.

Yes, the referee gave a red card directly after reviewing VAR in that match; Gubelius was in the wrong first.

Sun Yang then raised his second finger.

"Let's talk about that free kick today."

"That was a direct free kick. I aimed for the top left corner of the goal. As for whose head was blocking the way, that's not my concern."

"If Schrottbeck hadn't jumped up and headed the ball in, I bet it would have gone in 100%. So strictly speaking, he just did a defensive action out of instinct and took the fall for their goalkeeper."

Several reporters in the crowd couldn't help but laugh.

This kid is shifting the blame, but he's doing it flawlessly, even praising his own free-kick accuracy.

Serena held up the microphone and continued to press for answers.

"And what about Cologne's goalkeeper, Horn? He injured his wrist in the shock."

Sun Yang pulled his outstretched hands back and pointed to himself.

"I am a forward, a midfielder whose job is to help the team create goals."

"Cologne's midfield defense had a huge gap in that game; they left such a large open space in front of the goal to me."

"I was only about 30 meters from the goal. With such a good opening, there was no reason for me not to take a shot. That's a professional player's instinct."

"I can't just kick the ball towards the corner flag to protect the opposing goalkeeper's wrist, can I?"

Versailles' response left the surrounding reporters stunned.

This logic is impeccable.

If you have a chance to shoot but don't, the head coach will really yell at you.

Serena widened her beautiful eyes and threw out that astonishing data again.

"But Sun, the speedometer on the broadcast showed clear data. Your long-range shot was at a speed of 130 kilometers per hour!"

"Many professional players will never be able to hit the ball at this speed in their entire careers!"

Sun Yang grinned.

This is a great opportunity to win people's hearts.

"That match was my official debut in front of our Dortmund home fans."

"You know, Westfalen has the most passionate fans in all of Europe. Especially those 25,000 die-hard fans in the South Stand."

"My adrenaline surged when they chanted my name from the stands. I was definitely in a state of extreme excitement."

"To be honest, I've never hit the ball this fast at the Cobham training ground before. So it's not my fault, it's just that our home fans are too enthusiastic. They gave me the power to push my limits."

This flattery was incredibly loud.

Even the Dortmund press officer standing next to him couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

If these words get out, those fanatics in the South Stand will probably treat Sun Yang like an ancestor.

The media reporters below were whispering among themselves.

This 19-year-old was completely unfazed by the cameras and microphones, and was extremely smooth, unlike a rookie who had just started out.

Serena glanced at the question card in her hand, her expression turning very serious.

"One last question."

"So far, in three games, you've provided eight assists and scored four goals yourself."

"And Erling Haaland, fed by you and your teammates, has now scored eight goals."

"All the German media outlets are saying that you two are the most terrifying attacking duo in the Bundesliga in recent years."

She took a deep breath.

"Sun, I want to ask you, is your next goal still to continue helping Haaland score goals and compete for this season's Bundesliga Golden Boot?"

The entire interview area fell completely silent.

This is not just a matter of personal honor, but also a challenge to the current landscape of the entire Bundesliga.

It's worth noting that the current top scorer in the Bundesliga is Bayern Munich's super striker Robert Lewandowski.

That was a goal-scoring machine that dominated the Bundesliga's forward line for many years.

A fledgling Chinese midfielder and a fresh-faced Norwegian newcomer to one of the top five European leagues—do they really dare to challenge Bayern Munich's dominance?

The red lights on all the machines are flashing.

Dozens of microphones bearing the logos of various TV stations were all pointed at Sun Yang.

Sun Yang looked at the sea of ​​flashing lights.

He didn't even think for a second.

"certainly."

"Without a doubt, that is the goal."

Sun Yang's answer was extremely concise.

"Erling is a natural killer. As long as I pass the ball to the right space, he can put it into the opponent's goal. Helping him win the Bundesliga Golden Boot this season is not only my job, but also my promise."

Just as everyone was about to record this arrogant answer, Sun Yang emphasized his words again.

"Not only that."

"We shouldn't just look at individual data; that's too narrow-minded."

Sun Yang pointed to the Bundesliga logo hanging on the backdrop.

"Now that I'm here, I'm here to help Borussia Dortmund completely disrupt the current league standings."

"My ultimate goal is to help the team overtake the top spot in the standings and win this season's Bundesliga title!"

"We're taking this salad platter back to Westphalia!"

These words were spoken.

The mixed zone instantly erupted in chaos.

Even Serena was so shocked that her mouth dropped open.

This is tantamount to declaring war on Bayern Munich!

How dare a young substitute midfielder, who has only played a few good games, make such outrageous claims that he can lead the team to victory?