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

Let's turn our attention back to Germany.

Outside the Bayer Arena in Leverkusen, the huge pharmaceutical company logo gleams brightly in the sunlight.

On the sidelines of the home team's training ground, Bayer Leverkusen head coach Peter Bosz stood with his arms crossed, watching the group match being played on the field.

This Dutch coach advocates total football and has his own philosophy on how to use young players; he certainly has a strong hand.

Twenty-year-old Kai Havertz received the ball in the attacking third. Tall and with exquisite footwork, he used a beautiful feint to get past his practice partner and easily pushed the ball into the corner of the net.

"Kai, come here for a second." Boss beckoned.

Havertz jogged to the sidelines. He had the typical face of a young German, with a look in his eyes that revealed the arrogance unique to young geniuses.

Bosz handed over the tactical tablet: "Take a look at this. This is a map of Dortmund's attacking routes in their recent matches. Notice anything wrong?"

Havertz took a look and frowned slightly. On the tactical diagram, all the red arrows eventually converged on the right side of Dortmund's midfield, then radiated outwards in a fan shape like the ribs of an umbrella to all corners of the attacking third.

"That 20-year-old Asian kid," Bosz said, pointing to the dot, "more than half of Haaland's recent goals were fed by him."

"I've seen the highlights, and his footwork is indeed quite good," Havertz said calmly. "But he plays too deep, and when the defense gets intense, he can only rely on long passes and luck."

"Look closely at his habits." Bosz pulled up a replay. "Before passing the ball, he likes to use his left hand to dart around to distract himself, then he passes the ball with his right foot. The key point is, he's an absolute right-footed player; he can't kick the ball with his left foot at all!"

Havertz raised an eyebrow: "Just keep an eye on his right foot, and all his passing options will be ruined."

"That's exactly what we're going to do this weekend," Bosz patted Havertz on the shoulder. "You and Diaby need to put immense pressure on them in the attacking third. Whenever he gets the ball, physically pressure his right foot, don't give him any space to turn!"

Boston paused for a moment, his eyes turning cold: "As for that Norwegian kid, I've already arranged for Tah and Sven-Bendz to mark him closely throughout the game. Even if we hang on him, we won't let him receive the ball comfortably in the penalty area."

"Cut off the source of the ball, shut down the receiving points." Havertz handed the tactical board back to Bosz, and sneered: "Coach, don't worry. I'll let those two Dortmund rookies know that the Bundesliga isn't a league where you can get ahead just by long passes and physicality."

The tension had already been building forty-eight hours before the match.

When interviewed by the media, Bayer Leverkusen's home players made no secret of their ambition to end Borussia Dortmund's winning streak at home.

The media fueled the hype, turning this match into a direct confrontation between the Bundesliga's future top talent.

Time flies.

Saturday evening, Bayer Arena, Leverkusen, Germany.

More than 20,000 home fans filled the stands early in the morning. Red flags waved everywhere, and the deafening cheers seemed to lift the stadium roof off.

This is the most anticipated match of this round of Bundesliga.

The atmosphere in the away team's locker room was extremely tense.

The Borussia Dortmund players are putting the finishing touches on their gear. The team doctor is spraying liniment on each player's muscles, the pungent smell of the medicine filling the air.

Favre stood in the center of the locker room, holding the starting lineup in his hand.

"Listen, lads," the veteran coach's voice echoed in the locker room, "those guys outside are crazy. They'll turn this place into a battlefield tonight for a Champions League spot."

Favre walked to the tactics board and pounded heavily on the midfield area.

"Leverkusen's defense is pushed very high. Their two defensive midfielders, Aránguiz and Lars Bender, are both known for their toughness and physicality. They will relentlessly suffocate our midfield."

Favre turned around and fixed his gaze on Sun Yang.

"Sun, your task today is the heaviest in the whole team."

All eyes were on the twenty-year-old boy who was putting on the Monkey King's leg guards.

"Don't shy away from challenges," Favre said sternly. "Observe carefully before receiving the ball. If they block your right flank, use your left foot to scoop the ball out! Surprise them!"

"Today we're doing the opposite. You're not just a long passer; I want you to be the heart beating in our opponent's half!"

"As long as you can pass the ball out from the double team, there's a wide-open space in front of Haaland and Sancho, and they can sprint however they want."

Sun Yang stood up and stomped his spiked sneakers twice.

Every muscle in my body trembled slightly with excitement. The muscle memory honed by Zidane's grueling training in my dream was finally ready to be put to the test.

"Leave it to me, Coach." Sun Yang grinned. "I'll tear their midfield to shreds."

There was not a trace of panic in his eyes, despite playing away from home.

"Very good, let's go!" Favre waved his hand.

The players filed out of the locker room and headed toward the long, dark player tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, the Bayer Leverkusen players had been lined up for some time. The referee stood at the front, with the official match ball in front of him.

When the Dortmund players came out, the once quiet tunnel was immediately filled with a hostile and oppressive atmosphere.

Sun Yang was in the middle of the line, right next to Haaland.

At the front of the Leverkusen team, Havertz turned his head, his gaze sweeping directly over. Their eyes met in the air.

This is a midfield genius who is hailed as a genius throughout Germany. Wearing the number 29 jersey for Bayer Leverkusen, he exudes absolute confidence as he plays at home.

"You're that youth academy reject who got a few assists?" Havertz spoke in English with a German accent, his voice not loud, but grating enough.

Several veteran Dortmund players immediately frowned. Captain Reus was about to step forward when Haaland's massive frame pushed his way through.

"Shut your stinking mouth." Haaland glared down at Havertz. "I'll make sure you cowards can't even touch the ball later."

Havertz completely ignored the irritable Haaland, keeping his eyes fixed on Sun Yang.

Sun Yang remained completely calm in the face of the provocation.

He stepped forward and replied calmly in fluent German, "Save your energy for catching your breath on the field. I hope you'll still be standing and talking to me ninety minutes from now."

The referee intervened in time to stop the tense exchange.

"Ready to enter, gentlemen." The referee picked up the game ball.

The two teams quieted down and walked out of the players' tunnel under the guidance of the referee.

A deafening roar of cheers mingled with boos from the crowd, crashing over the field like a tsunami. Under the floodlights, the green pitch exuded an intense, adrenaline-pumping fighting spirit.

Sun Yang took a deep breath and stepped across the white border.

Tonight, he's going to teach the entire Bundesliga a lesson on what a true midfield maestro is.