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

Two minutes later, Sun Yang was targeted again.

This time, the other side didn't give him a chance to turn around comfortably.

One player pressed him, another blocked his right foot's passing lane, and a center-back pressed down on his back. The movements weren't dirty, but they were very forceful.

This is the most direct welcoming ceremony from German football.

You want to play as an attacking midfielder?

Just withstand the first blow.

The yellow team's defensive midfielder passed the ball over, but the ball was moving a bit too fast.

Sun Yang stopped the ball as it came to the ball.

It's too much.

The football is half a meter away from the foot.

The opposing midfielder immediately stretched out his foot and poked the ball away, almost stealing it.

On the sidelines, Kramer's eyes, which had just lit up, darkened again.

"The first step wasn't cleaned properly."

The teaching assistant nodded and wrote a line in his notebook.

"The quality of receiving the ball under pressure decreases, and the ability to protect the ball with the back to the goal is average."

Sun Yang gritted his teeth.

He knew that what he had done was very embarrassing.

Given his physical attributes, he's definitely at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.

But the ball hasn't been lost yet.

Relying on the flexibility he had developed from practicing Peking Opera as a child, he twisted his waist to the side like a monkey squeezing out of a crack, and hooked the ball back with the outside of his right foot.

The opposing defensive midfielder cursed in German.

"You managed to get through this?"

Sun Yang didn't have time to retort.

Because a third person had already bumped into them.

A shoulder bump.

Sun Yang swayed slightly, feeling a tightness in his chest.

He didn't force his way forward.

If you hold the ball for another half a second, you'll definitely lose it.

Raise your left hand.

Pointing to the teammate who moved forward on the right.

His right foot followed and went out.

boom!

The ball swept across the midfield, passed the defensive line, and landed precisely in the open space on the right flank.

It doesn't fall to your feet.

It's a pass to the front of the teammate's sprint path.

The teammate on the right wing was still hesitating, but when he saw the ball, his eyes widened.

"mine?"

Sun Yang roared, panting.

"If it's not yours, whose is it? Run!"

The teammate immediately rushed out.

Single-handed.

Push shot.

Go in again.

2:0.

On the sidelines, Kramer stood up straight.

He saw it all clearly just now.

Sun Yang almost had a problem receiving the ball, and his physical strength was clearly insufficient.

But the last pass still went through.

Moreover, the rumors are outrageous.

The teaching assistant couldn't help but lower his voice.

"He has flaws, but that long pass is definitely not up to youth team standards."

Kramer did not respond immediately.

He stared at Sun Yang with a complicated expression.

If you only look at the physique, this kid would be in a lot of pain from being bumped by the defensive midfielders in the German youth league.

But if you give him even a second to look up, he can make the entire enemy defense line start to question their existence.

"Watch it again."

"Kramer said."

His voice changed from perfunctory to serious.

On the sidelines, a tall blond man stopped warming up.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and standing there he looked like a wild beast that had just woken up from the snow.

Erling Haaland.

He had just joined Dortmund and was still adjusting to his body and the team's rhythm off the field. He was originally just there for individual training.

But Sun Yang's two passes whetted his appetite.

Top strikers understand the value of this kind of ball best.

It's not about passing the ball to your vicinity.

Instead, it gives you the location you most want to go next.

No need to stop the ball.

No adjustments are needed.

Once you're in position, you can shoot.

This is not a pass.

This is like feeding someone a whole pancake right to their mouth.

Haaland licked his lips and turned to look at Kramer.

"Coach, can I go up and play for a few minutes?"

Kramer was taken aback.

"Erling, you just joined the team, your body is still adjusting, and this is not the first team, it's just the youth team."

Haaland's eyes lit up as he looked at Sun Yang on the field.

"I'll just go up and run a few laps; I won't push myself too hard."

He paused, then added.

"I want to see if he can really pass the ball to my feet."

Kramer hesitated.

Haaland is a new signing that the first team is focusing on.

If something goes wrong in this kind of trial training match, no one can take the blame.

In the distance, first-team head coach Favre and his assistant coach were standing on the edge of another training field.

Haaland has already picked up the training vest himself.

"Coach, five minutes. If you're worried, three minutes is fine too."

Kramer shook his head as he looked at him with such ravenous desire.

"Okay, five minutes. Don't engage in unnecessary resistance."

Haaland put on his vest and walked onto the field.

As soon as he stepped onto the front court, he shouted at Sun Yang, "Hey, Chinese kid, can you see me?"

Sun Yang looked up at him.

Good guy.

That physique makes him look more like a guard than all those guards combined.

Sun Yang smiled.

"Run, and I'll see you."

Haaland grinned.

"Then you'd better pass it accurately; I don't like making a wasted trip."

Sun Yang responded quickly.

"Then you'd better not waste my pass; I don't like to make passes for nothing."

Haaland burst out laughing.

"That's interesting."

The game has restarted.

The other side isn't stupid either.

As soon as Haaland came on, the two center-backs immediately adjusted their positions accordingly.

One player closely guards his receiving lanes, while the other drops back to protect the depth of the defense.

The defensive line retreated two meters, clearly out of fear that Sun Yang would attack from behind.

Sun Yang called for the ball near the center circle.

The yellow team's defensive midfielder glanced at him, but still passed the ball to him.

But this time, the pressing started as soon as the ball arrived.

The opposing midfielder presses from behind, the defensive midfielder blocks from the front, and the winger attacks from the flank.

The three people quickly surrounded them.

Dortmund's youth academy players, aside from anything else, have an absolutely solid collective defensive awareness.

They not only steal the ball, but also cut off the connection between Sun Yang and Haaland.

Sun Yang had just stopped the ball when he was bumped on the shoulder again.

He took half a step back.

The ball almost went out of control.

Kramer frowned.

"You see, he's afraid of this kind of continuous pressure. As long as you don't give him room to lift his head, his movements will become distorted."

The assistant coach whispered, "And his defensive positioning was also problematic. After losing the ball just now, his first reaction wasn't to win it back, but to watch the ball."

Kramer nodded.

"This is dangerous in the first team. Dortmund's pressing in the attacking third is very demanding; if he's even a fraction of a second slow, the players behind him will have to clean up his mess."

On the court, Sun Yang obviously couldn't hear any of this.

But he could feel the pressure.

The three people on the other side weren't just randomly robbing.

They force you to pass back from the front, lock you down on the side when you pass the ball, and are always ready to head you from behind.

This isn't the kind of individualistic play that Arsenal's youth team had.

This is German football.

fast.

hard.

They also emphasize discipline.

Sun Yang twisted his foot and turned his body, barely managing to break free from the first pressing attack.

But he couldn't get rid of it completely.

The opposite back waist swept his leg out.

The football was deflected wide.

Henry's heart leaped into his throat as he stood by the stands.

"Yang, watch out!"

Sun Yang chased after him, pushed off with his left leg, and managed to twist his body back.

At that moment, the golden monkey king shin guards inside his socks seemed to be reminding him.

Even if you flip over, you still have to land on the ground.

He raised his left hand again.

This time, the target is the right flank of the attacking third.

Haaland has already made a move.

That's the instinct of a top center.

Sun Yang had just raised his hand when Haaland had already made a diagonal run behind the opponent's defense.

Sun Yang didn't think much of it.

A long pass with the right foot.

The ball flew up from midfield, flew over the head of the sweeper, and landed precisely half a meter in front of Haaland's sprint path.

Haaland felt so comfortable his scalp tingled.

How could a striker not love a shot like that?

He doesn't even need to take an extra step.

He swung his leg directly at the falling ball.

boom!

The football nestled close to the goalkeeper's side and into the net.

The goalkeeper had barely raised his hand when the ball was already in the net.

Haaland turned and pointed at Sun Yang, shouting, "Again! That was good, take another shot!"

The tone was like that of a person who had been starving for three days finally seeing a plate of white rice.

On the sidelines, Kramer's eyelids twitched as he watched.

The assistant coach couldn't help but say, "That through ball was of such high quality. The timing, the trajectory, the speed—everything was perfectly positioned in the striker's most comfortable position."

Kramer looked at Sun Yang, but still hadn't completely given up.

"Passing is a top-tier talent, there's no doubt about that."

He paused, lowering his voice.

"But as you can see, he's like a knife without a guard right now. Sharp, but he can easily hurt himself and throw the whole team off balance."

From a distance, Favre had already noticed this.

He didn't come over; he just stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching quietly.

His teaching assistant asked from the side, "Lucian, want to go check it out?"

Favre shook his head.

"Let him play first. Talent is worthless in a comfortable environment; what matters is whether he can make the right judgments when he is under pressure."