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

When Haaland heard the young man mention his past glories, he laughed heartily, then shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

"That's all in the past. In that race, I had to pull and drag him, and my cleats almost broke just to keep up with David's pace."

He shook his head and sighed, a hint of resignation to the passage of time flashing in his eyes.

"No, I'm completely old. The physicality of the Premier League is terrifying. That retaliatory foul by Roy Keane from Manchester United back then completely destroyed my cruciate ligament." Old Haaland pointed to the water tank. "If we had this kind of rehabilitation equipment back then, I might have been able to play for a few more years. The key is that those fatal injuries I suffered back then were too severe, forcing me to retire early."

Old Haaland looked at Sun Yang and his son, his eyes filled with envy for the young.

"Now it's your turn, young people. The Bundesliga's defense is tough, but it's much more civilized than the reckless, hand-to-hand combat of the Premier League back in the day. You're playing Paris Saint-Germain next week, so be careful to protect yourselves. French defenders are notoriously dirty, especially that guy Marquinhos."

When the topic turned to dirty tricks, Haaland's smile suddenly vanished.

He looked at Sun Yang very seriously and reached out his big hand to firmly grasp Sun Yang's shoulder.

"Sun, on behalf of the Harland family, I must express my sincerest gratitude to you."

Haaland's voice was steady and powerful.

"Last week against Leverkusen, in the final moments, if you hadn't flown out and used your thigh to block that bastard Havertz's flying tackle for Erling, my son wouldn't be standing here unharmed right now. The doctor saw the slow-motion replay; if that tackle had landed, Erling's ankle would have been completely shattered."

Old Haaland patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"From now on, if anyone dares to bully you on the field, Erling will be the first to rush up and tear them to pieces. That's what we owe you."

The bond between the two families was solidified in that embrace.

7 PM.

It was time to prepare dinner.

Haaland volunteered to take over the outdoor barbecue grill outside the villa.

He put on an apron and held a sharp boning knife in his hand.

"Don't try to take it from me, I'm an absolute expert at making grilled steak." Harland cut a two-finger-thick slice of premium Norwegian beef, skillfully sprinkled it with coarse salt and black pepper, and placed it directly on the hot iron rack.

The grease dripped onto the charcoal fire, sending up a puff of white smoke, and the rich aroma of meat quickly filled the entire backyard of the villa. His astonishing appetite was also on full display; Harland alone fried a full three pounds of beef.

Half an hour later.

Everyone, carrying their own plates, gathered in front of the 120-inch super-large LCD TV in the living room.

The television was showing footage of the pre-match game between Borussia Dortmund and Eintracht Frankfurt at Dortmund's home ground.

Sun Yang sat at one end of the long sofa, chewing on a piece of tender steak.

Catherine walked over with a bottle of safflower oil and naturally sat down next to Sun Yang.

"Put your hand out. You overused your upper body strength in the underwater drag chamber today. I have to loosen up your biceps, or you won't be able to lift a water glass tomorrow."

Catherine rolled up her sleeves, poured the medicated oil into her palms and rubbed it to warm it, then skillfully grasped Sun Yang's forearm and began to apply pressure. Her technique was precise, and the pressure was just right.

Haaland, sitting on the opposite single sofa, was devouring a large bone-in steak.

He stopped what he was doing, raised his eyebrows, and scanned back and forth between Sun Yang and Catherine with a gossipy grin.

"Hey, buddy. This is a bit too much, isn't it?" Harland pointed at the two men with his fork. "Your relationship is definitely more than just a typical therapist and employer. Come on, tell me, what are you two hiding?"

Before Sun Yang could even open his mouth to explain...

Diana, who was sitting next to her holding a glass of red wine, interrupted.

"What's there to hide? Catherine and Sun Yang have been together since they were little. They were born in the same hospital in London, not only on the same day, month, and year, but also in the order in which they were brought out by the nurses, only a few minutes apart. They even lay in the same neonatal observation room. When they were seven or eight years old, they even joined the same community football club hand in hand to learn to play football."

Diana made no secret of her affection for Catherine, proudly declaring her ownership of her.

"I've long considered Catherine as my future daughter-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Catherine, who was vigorously massaging the patient, suddenly froze.

A blush visibly spread from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears. She lowered her head, her long golden hair falling down to cover her face, not daring to look Sun Yang in the eye.

Upon hearing this bombshell news, Haaland burst into laughter on the sofa.

"What the hell! It turns out it's a childhood sweetheart story."

Haaland held up his soda and gestured towards Sun Yang.

"Sun, you're really lucky. Actually, my girlfriend and I grew up together in Norway. We used to play football together in our hometown of Brüne."

Haaland solemnly concluded that there was a truth to this.

"It turns out that if you want to find a perfect girlfriend who understands and accepts you completely, you absolutely have to start targeting someone from a young age. Right, Catherine?"

Upon hearing the giant's astonishing remark, everyone burst into laughter.

The atmosphere in the living room was warm and harmonious.

On television, the Westfalen Stadium remained packed. Yellow and black flags were waving wildly in the south stand.

The referee blew the opening whistle.

The outcome of this match was entirely within head coach Favre's expectations. Frankfurt wasn't particularly focused on league points this season, and their tactics were rather conservative, failing to pose any real trouble for Dortmund.

Dortmund rested many of their key players for Wednesday's Champions League match, fielding a semi-reserve lineup.

But the frontcourt attack group, which had been holding back for a whole week, finally erupted.

Jadon Sancho, the England international who had a lackluster performance in the last match, was unstoppable on the wing today. He dribbled past his opponent and unleashed two powerful shots into the net, easily completing his brace.

Followed by.

Reus extended the lead with a beautiful header from a corner kick.

In the second half, Thorgan Hazard added to the tally with a spectacular long-range shot from the edge of the penalty area.

They encountered no significant resistance.

Borussia Dortmund cruised to a 4-0 victory over Eintracht Frankfurt at their home ground in Westphalia, solidifying their position in the league standings.

Haaland, watching Sancho celebrate on TV, commented, "Jaden is finally back to his old form today. His stretches on the wing will be crucial for us next week against PSG. That French full-back isn't slow either."

Sun Yang leaned back on the sofa, staring at the replay of the goal on the screen.

"Yes. Only by opening up space on the flanks can we avoid being completely worn out by those old defenders when we try to make runs through the middle. Uncle Haaland is right, those defenders in Paris are no pushovers."

The camera focuses on Favre sitting on the coach's bench.

The elderly Swiss man with gray hair chewed gum with a relaxed expression.

His smoke grenade tactics appear to have achieved unprecedented success so far.

All eyes were on the fabricated serious injuries of Sun Yang and Haaland, with many believing that Dortmund would face annihilation in the Champions League knockout stage.

Nobody knows.

These are the two most deadly weapons.

He was sitting in his luxurious villa in Cologne, eating grilled steak while coldly observing everything.

The final whistle blew on the television.

The television broadcast was quickly cut off; the director, a master of traffic generation, immediately displayed a powerful promotional video on the screen.

The iconic star-shaped globe of the Champions League rotates in the center of the image.

The rousing Champions League theme song then roared and exploded from the speakers in the villa's living room.

On the left is Borussia Dortmund's yellow and black crest, and on the right is Paris Saint-Germain's blue and red crest. In the middle is written in large letters: "February 19th, Champions League Round of 2, First Leg".

on the sofa.

Haaland's smile vanished completely. The Norse behemoth straightened up and picked up a glass of red wine from the table.

Sun Yang didn't say anything. He casually picked up his cup and turned to look at Haaland.

The two clinked their glasses heavily in mid-air. The glass made a crisp, ringing sound.

A palpable, soaring fighting spirit ignited in their eyes.

Tuher.

Mbappe.

Neymar.

Greater Paris.

Are you ready to face the wrath of Westphalia?