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

The match was forced to stop for nearly five minutes.

South Korea was forced to make two substitutions right at the start of the match. Lee Yu-hyun replaced Kim Jae-woo, and substitute goalkeeper Ahn Joon-soo replaced Song Bum-keun.

The two newly entered South Korean players were pale-faced, and they looked at Sun Yang as if he were a monster in human skin.

It wasn't just them; the morale of the entire South Korean team suffered a severe blow. Faced with a monster who could be kicked around and yet remain unscathed, who would dare to challenge him physically?

The game has restarted.

Zheng Youying stood in the center circle, looking at Sun Yang not far ahead, and his legs involuntarily went weak.

Kim Hak-beom on the sidelines roared in Korean. His tactical instructions could be heard clearly in the empty stadium.

"Get your act together! Don't go through the middle! Pass the ball to the flanks! Attack their two full-backs! The Chinese team's stamina is a weakness, spread the ball out and wear them down!"

The South Korean team immediately changed their tactics. They dared not provoke the big boss in the center circle anymore, and began to use the speed of their left and right wingers to frequently attack the Chinese team's flank defense.

In these empty stadiums, without the interference of tens of thousands of fans cheering, the efficiency of tactical execution on the field often becomes very high because communication between players is no longer hindered.

The strengths and weaknesses of two teams of players with completely different skill levels working together were immediately apparent on the green field.

The South Korean players themselves have good tactical awareness, and they shout loudly on the field.

"Pass it here! Head towards the baseline!"

"Behind you! Li Dongjiong is wrapping up!"

These South Korean players, who have trained under a high-pressure, closed system for a long time and have developed a rich habit of using tactical language, constantly shout at each other in loud, robust voices, whether they are running against each other or switching positions.

Accompanied by fluent Korean communication, the South Korean team launched a threatening short passing move on the right flank. The ball moved quickly, directly tearing open the defensive zone of China's left-back, Dilimulati.

This group of domestic players, having played in domestic leagues for a long time, has developed a very bad habit.

They were playing "dumb football".

They were all burying their heads and silently running around, stepping on the ground, and passively patching up the defense!

Aside from the goalkeeper shouting a couple of times from the backfield, there was almost no communication between the defenders. No one warned them about players missing behind them, no one directed them to create an offside trap; they were all just running headlong into the desert.

The entire team is like ten silent, independent parts, without any connection or communication. This is the biggest problem and root cause of player development issues in all domestic club teams today.

In order to avoid making mistakes and giving others a chance to exploit, the players are used to keeping all the pressure inside and silently bearing it on the field. Even the habitual shouts of calling out to the opposing defenders to clear the blind spot or instructing teammates to block the opponent's lines have almost disappeared from these young talents!

Cannavaro was jumping up and down in frustration on the sidelines.

"Shrink! Protect the flanks! Block the gaps in the ribs! Huang Zhengyu, go up and cover!" Coach Cannavaro directed from the sidelines in Italian.

However, only a handful of players on the field could understand Italian. The team translator behind him quickly shouted out Cannavaro's intentions in Chinese.

This back-and-forth translation caused a delay.

The fighter jets have been delayed.

South Korean striker Lee Dong-kyung had already dribbled into the right side of the penalty area. Hwang Jung-woo was a fraction too slow; it was too late to block him.

Li Dongjiong looked up at the center and prepared to cross the ball.

A red figure appeared like a ghost, blocking the path of the cross.

It's Sun Yang!

He didn't need to wait for the Chinese translation; the moment Cannavaro uttered his Italian, his mental multilingual system had already processed it simultaneously. Utilizing the explosive power of Kanté's perpetual motion machine, he completed the tactical cover a second ahead of schedule.

"Snapped!"

Sun Yang stretched out his long leg and made a clean and neat sliding tackle, accurately poking the ball out of bounds from Li Dongjiong's feet.

After thwarting the deadly attack, Sun Yang leaped up from the grass.

He ignored the bewildered Li Dongjiong, turned around, and roared at his own defense with a stern face.

Are you all sleepwalking?

Sun Yang's voice boomed in the empty stadium, carrying the unquestionable authority of a captain.

"Do you even have a mouth? Can't you see someone's showing up behind you? Don't you know how to shout? Are you just going to play dumb and get beaten up by the other side?"

He strode up to the two defensive midfielders and pointed at their noses.

"Defense isn't about blindly running! When you see the opponent overlapping down the flank, Huang Zhengyu wants you to call out to Hu Jinghang to cover! When center-back Zhu Chenjie pushes forward, you need to direct the full-backs to collectively move forward to create an offside trap!"

Sun Yang, speaking fluent and standard Mandarin, sweared at several domestic players, leaving them red-faced. The seniority system prevalent in domestic leagues simply didn't apply to Sun Yang, the under-twenty-year-old newly appointed captain. His ability spoke for itself; his recent goal and this miraculous cover-up were proof enough.

Zhu Chenjie gritted his teeth and replied loudly, "Understood, Captain!"

"Shout it out! Remind each other! Get the defenses organized!" Sun Yang waved his hand.

The atmosphere on the Chinese team's court actually livened up after Sun Yang's scathing rebuke.

The players started trying to shout loudly.

"He's on the left! Feng Boxuan, keep an eye on him!"

"I'll cover for you, Wei Zhen, you go and hold your position!"

With increased communication, the national Olympic team's defense visibly became tighter.

Cannavaro watched this scene from the sidelines and breathed a sigh of relief. This was exactly the kind of absolute core player he needed who could command the field and act as the head coach's mouthpiece.

The South Korean team throws in a sideline ball, which is then passed around in their own half.

Kim Hak-bum watched from the sidelines as the Chinese team's defense remained solid, feeling resentful. He once again loudly gave instructions in Korean to change tactics.

"Li Dongjing retreats, drawing out China's number 10. Zheng Youying goes through the middle and directly blocks the blind spot!"

Such blatant tactical command in an empty stadium wouldn't be a problem under normal circumstances, because he was certain that few of the Chinese players could understand Korean.

The South Korean players understood perfectly.

Zheng Youying received the pass and deliberately slowed down the pace. Li Dongjiong ran back as instructed, trying to draw Sun Yang's defensive attention.

Zheng Youying caught a glimpse of Sun Yang moving two steps toward Li Dongjiong out of the corner of his eye, and secretly rejoiced.

Zheng Youying flicked his right ankle, preparing a surgical through ball to break through the Chinese team's central defense.

He just passed the ball out.

Sun Yang, who had already lost his balance, seemed to have anticipated all of Sun Yang's movements. He pushed off the grass with his left foot, stopped abruptly, and started moving in the opposite direction, his massive body cutting off the passing lane.

"Snapped!"

The ball came to a steady stop at Sun Yang's feet.

Zheng Youying was completely dumbfounded. How did he know he was going to pass the ball down that route? He had clearly lost his defensive position.

Before Zheng Youying could even react...

Sun Yang stepped on the ball and looked up at Zheng Youying a few meters away.

He opened his mouth.

His fluent and authentic Seoul-accented Korean was clearly heard throughout the stadium.

"Pull out the defensive line and play a through ball down the middle. Is this the only kind of childish trick your coach can pull?"

Jung Woo-yeong was struck dumb, frozen in place. The other South Korean players next to him stared wide-eyed as if they had seen a ghost.

This Chinese person knows Korean?!

Sun Yang didn't give them time to think. Taking advantage of the moment when the South Korean team's formation was pushed forward and their defense was vulnerable, he dribbled the ball forward with his right foot.

"Our defensive lesson is over, now it's our turn to counterattack!"