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

The wind blew across the grass again. The stagnant air began to move again.

The Red Team goalkeeper, slumped on the ground, hadn't even reacted yet. Ronaldo had already raised his right foot, gently pushing the ball with the instep, and the ball rolled steadily into the net, skimming the grass.

2-1! The Red Team has taken the lead.

The ball is restarted from the center circle.

Modric tapped the ball with his right foot, turned deftly, and passed it to Sun Yang behind him.

"Sun! Press forward! Keep your left side in position and create space for the ball!" Modric shouted.

The moment Sun Yang received the ball, the Red Team's center-back closed in on him like a bulldozer.

With Kante's perpetual motion machine-like lungs pumping blood at full speed, Sun Yang immediately activated the highest level and sped off. Thanks to his maxed-out 99-point passing vision, he didn't need to stop the ball or adjust. Meeting the incoming ball, he smoothly touched it with the inside of his right foot.

The ball seemed to have eyes, precisely piercing the defense and finding Ronaldinho making a run down the left flank. His pinpoint accuracy ensured the shot was flawless.

Ronaldinho controlled the ball with the outside of his right foot, then cut into the penalty area along the byline. The Red Team's full-back lunged, but Ronaldinho flicked the ball in with the outside of his right foot, executing his signature "cow tail" step. The defender completely lost his balance and was sent sprawling onto the grass.

Ronaldinho delivered a cross, and the experienced Reds midfielder Pirlo headed the ball out of danger, anticipating its trajectory.

The ball fell back to midfield, and a brutal, meat-grinding battle ensued.

The dull thuds of muscles colliding mingled with the sound of cleats scraping the turf. Sun Yang, relying on his 70-point defensive attribute and an unreasonable 90-point stamina, swept across the midfield like a mad dog.

In the ensuing scramble, the Red Team regained possession. The ball changed hands several times before finally returning to the feet of the deep-lying Pirlo.

At this moment, Pirlo was standing in his own half, within 30 meters of the goal. Sun Yang sprinted more than ten meters, trying to forcefully block his forward passing route.

Before receiving the ball, Pirlo merely glanced casually at the attacking third. Without any extra movement, he met the ball with the instep of his right foot, cutting it directly towards the lower part of the field.

"pause!"

Sun Yang let out a loud roar.

The grass clippings kicked up by the cleats were frozen in mid-air. The game was paused again.

Sun Yang strode up to Pirlo. He'd already taken all the credit from Ronaldo; now it was Pirlo's turn. This was a golden opportunity to learn from Pirlo—it would be an injustice not to make the most of it.

"Master, teach me how to make a long pass!" Sun Yang grinned, pointing at the ball suspended in mid-air.

Pirlo opened his perpetually sleepy, half-closed eyes. The system's underlying logic kicked in, forcing him to switch to teaching mode.

"You've shredded a concerto full of classical beauty into pieces, you Eastern boy," Pirlo sighed helplessly in his heavily accented Italian English.

"Long passes are never about brute force. The route has to be planned out in your mind before you receive the ball." Pirlo tapped his temple.

"Turn around two seconds in advance. Memorize the coordinates of everyone on the court. Who is running, where are they running, and where are the defensive vacuums. You have to have it all figured out before the ball is even passed out."

He pointed to Ronaldo, who was frozen in the attacking third.

"If you keep your eyes glued to the striker, your passing intentions will be completely exposed. Skilled defenders will follow your line of sight and position themselves in advance. You need to look east and west, focusing on open spaces. Remember, it's about getting the ball to the players, not the players waiting for the ball!"

After saying that, Pirlo lowered his head and began to break down the details of the footwork involved in touching the ball.

"The point of contact is 45 degrees below the ball. Press your big toe down firmly. Your ankle must be completely locked, with maximum rigidity! Use the inside of your instep to cut."

Pirlo gestured with his hand to indicate the ball's trajectory.

"At the moment of impact, the instep adds strong friction and an upward pull. The ball will come out with a strong backspin. After flying over fifty meters and landing, it will screech against the grass and brake hard, stopping steadily at a teammate's feet, instead of sliding out of bounds like a slide rail."

Sun Yang's mind worked quickly, and he absorbed the entire mechanism and tactical thinking.

He has a 99% passing accuracy, but that only solves the problem of "accuracy." Pirlo's masterful theory completely completes the puzzle of his spatial awareness and control of the curve.

Combining pure stats with top-tier football intelligence would be a completely new upgrade!

"Have you finished digesting?" Pirlo asked lazily.

"It's clear now. Release!" Sun Yang took a step back.

Bang! Pirlo's right foot struck the bottom of the ball solidly. The ball soared into the air, arcing dramatically towards the Red Team's attacking third.

Ronaldo surged forward at full speed, and the ball landed exactly one meter in front of him. The strong backspin caused the ball to slow down immediately upon touching the ground. Ronaldo comfortably dribbled into the penalty area and unleashed a powerful shot! The ball grazed the post and whistled out of bounds.

The white team's goalkeeper kicked the ball out of the goal with a long kick.

Sun Yang ran to midfield to receive the ball. Learning on the spot, before dropping back to receive the ball, he quickly looked back to observe. His mind raced, generating the dynamic coordinates of all the players on the field in his head.

Modric stretched the defense on the right wing, while Ronaldinho made a forward run on the left.

As the ball plummeted from the sky, the two midfielders of the Red Team immediately closed in on it. Sun Yang didn't even try to stop the ball! He positioned the instep of his right foot against the bottom of the ball, locked his ankle completely, and pressed down with his big toe.

Cut! Lift and rub!

The ball soared into the air, its trajectory swirling dramatically with backspin as it flew towards the left flank, precisely clearing the heads of the entire Red Team defense. Upon landing, the ball seemed to strike an invisible wall, abruptly slowing and bouncing back.

Ronaldinho didn't even need to adjust his footing; he easily controlled the ball with his right foot and surged into the penalty area. Facing the goalkeeper who had rushed out of his goal, Ronaldinho deftly flicked the ball with the inside of his right foot, sending it arcing into the far corner.

2 is better than 2!

Modric ran over and excitedly high-fived Sun Yang: "Those long legs are really starting to have a bit of Andrea's flair over there! Well done, Sun!"

The match entered the 40th minute. The Red Team's attack in the attacking third was thwarted, and Modric intercepted the ball near the right touchline and immediately launched a counter-attack.

Ronaldo, with his terrifying speed, chased back to the very end and blocked Modric's path to cut inside.

Modric displayed astonishing flexibility, shifting his weight sharply to the left, directly deceiving Ronaldo into extending his leg to intercept. Immediately afterwards, he struck the ball with the outside of his right foot!

The ball, spinning rapidly, soared into the air and forcefully curved in a large "S" shape that defied the laws of physics, bypassing all the defenders in the penalty area and heading straight for the uninhabited area at the far post.

Sun Yang, standing not far away, stared wide-eyed as if he were seeing a priceless treasure.

"pause!"

A roar echoed throughout the stadium once again.

Ronaldo's spot is used up. Pirlo's spot is used up. Now, it's finally Modric's turn to use his outside-of-the-foot magic!

If even a single hair is left on the wool of today's football superstars, then Sun Yang will write his name backwards!