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

The beam of light shattered inch by inch in the center of the green field and completely dissipated.

Four legendary football superstars stood on the pitch, truly locked in a fierce battle. Even in this empty dream stadium, the sheer pressure emanating from these four standing together made the air thick and heavy.

Sun Yang took a deep breath, preparing to review his team's formation and positioning.

drop!

Suddenly, a huge red warning box appeared in the center of the light screen, with bold font conveying a sense of "crackdown".

[Important Warning: The host has been detected using the "Pause" function frequently in the first two matches, causing the game's rhythm to become fragmented!]

[The system has just received a joint complaint from several All-Star mentors. The superstars expressed strong dissatisfaction with the host's "salami-slicing" approach of taking advantage of the situation. To maintain the smoothness and sanctity of the football match, the host is strictly prohibited from using the pause function in this match and all subsequent practice sessions!]

Sun Yang stared blankly at the red background and black text.

This is unbelievable. The system-generated historical football stars not only have tempers, but they can also form a union to complain to the backend? This level of intelligence is ridiculously absurd.

Before he could even open his mouth to curse, a line of small print appeared perfunctorily at the bottom of the screen.

[Compensation Mechanism Explanation: The host can warm up for ten minutes before the match, rest for fifteen minutes at halftime, and discuss tactics with various historical football stars after the match.]

The light screen flickered twice and then went out.

Sun Yang clicked his tongue. He couldn't forcefully "unplug the network cable" to learn from the opponent when they unleashed their ultimate move. This meant that he would have to rely on his mortal body to withstand all the abnormal power-up mechanisms and defensive pressure from those monsters in the next ninety minutes without any breathing room.

These bigwigs are determined to push him to his death.

"Hey, Asian kid."

A rough voice sounded from behind. Sun Yang turned around, and Gullit, with his signature dreadlocks, strolled over. His imposing frame, over 1.9 meters tall, was as solid as a moving black wall.

"I heard from that old fox Pirlo that you gave them a real run of steam last game." Gullit casually juggled the ball with his right foot, his foreign language skills making his arrogance and teasing particularly clear. "But you'd better tone it down today. Football is a fluid art. If you keep having it paused, that's not playing football, that's watching a PowerPoint presentation."

Nearby, Rijkaard, with his curly hair, was doing a split on the grass.

"Don't scare him like that, Luther. We just want you to understand what truly suffocating pressure in a real match is like." Rijkaard stood up, patted Sun Yang on the shoulder, and said, "There are still a few minutes before the official start. Let's divide up the midfield duties. What position do you usually play at Dortmund?"

"We'll hold the core of the organization from the rear, and occasionally push forward," Sun Yang answered crisply.

"Let's try something different today." Gullit flicked his right foot, and the ball landed precisely in Sun Yang's arms. "We'll play the Dutch total football style. In this system, positions are fixed, but people are flexible. Whoever is closest to an opening will draw their gun and kill. Frank and I will cover the midfield defense; you go up front and hold the line. Let's try this ruthless, beastly style of play."

With time running out, Sun Yang didn't hold back at all and immediately seized the last warm-up time to ask these two recognized "all-around warriors" for advice on the details of positioning in total offense and defense.

These two players are truly monsters in football history, with no weaknesses whatsoever. Gullit, a bulldozer standing at 1.9 meters tall, possessed a 100-meter sprint time of 11.2 seconds. Rijkaard was the core brain of the entire Dutch tactical system, excelling in both offense and defense.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

"Beep!"

The piercing opening whistle blew across the empty stadium.

There were no spectators; the huge stands were filled with rows of cold, lifeless seats. This extreme empty stadium amplified the screeching sound of cleats rubbing against the grass a thousandfold.

The red team kicks off first.

Without the pause button to buffer the pace, the game's rhythm became as fast as a runaway horse.

The ball was passed around the backfield only three times before a clean and decisive diagonal pass tore apart the left flank of the defense.

Robben, wearing a red robe, received the ball.

This is the "Dutch Jeet Kune Do" at his peak, without a single muscle strain.

Sun Yang stood in the center circle, and in his field of vision, Robben's starting move completely defied human biomechanics. There was no wind-up, and the explosive speed of his first step left an afterimage.

Our virtual left-back reacted quickly, immediately closing in and attempting to block the inside cut-in route with his body.

Robben didn't even feint to slow down; he touched the ball with the inside of his left foot, his pace incredibly fast. Within that half-meter defensive distance, he made three consecutive slight changes in his dribbling rhythm.

The virtual defender's center of gravity was instantly shattered, and he collapsed onto the grass with a thud.

His left shoulder dropped. He then forcefully flicked the ball inward with his left foot.

Eat it raw! Eat it without any reasoning or explanation!

They carved out a half-meter-wide shooting channel through the dense defense with their speed.

Robben didn't even look at the goal; he swung his left leg and slammed the ball hard with the inside of his foot towards the lower middle part of the ball.

boom!

The loud sound of the ball being struck echoed through the empty stadium.

The ball spun in mid-air in an exaggerated, physics-defying arc, perfectly avoiding the virtual goalkeeper's desperate dive and smashing into the top left corner of the goal.

The net was lifted in a breathtaking arc.

Just three minutes into the game, it was 1-0.

This is the world-famous "Robben Passage". Coaches all over the world write "Defend against his cut inside" on their blackboards, but in his prime, you know what he's going to do, but you just can't stop him.

Sun Yang licked his dry lips. Although he couldn't pause the game, he forced himself to deeply etch Robben's quick change of direction and the angle of his ankle lock into his memory.

The game restarts, with our team kicking off from the center circle.

Sun Yang received the ball and, to be on the safe side, passed it back to Rijkaard behind him.

The opposing striker lunged forward aggressively to press. Rijkaard didn't even blink; instead of retreating, he advanced, his shoulder sinking down. His terrifying core strength directly pushed the defender away by half a body length, and he smoothly passed the ball with the outside of his right foot as if buttering it.

There was no fancy footwork. He raised his head at the top of the center circle, his gaze sweeping across the frontcourt like a radar.

"Sun, get into position!"

With a low shout, Rijkaard slammed his right instep into the bottom of the ball.

A long, low cross-court pass! The ball, with a sharp backspin, was like a guided missile, tearing through more than 30 meters of grass and precisely targeting the only gap between the two opposing center-backs.

Before Sun Yang could even process what was happening, the "Son of the Wind's" incredible speed had already propelled his body into action. Like a gust of wind, he squeezed through the defense before they could close the gap.

He didn't even need to actively adjust his pace to find a landing spot.

Rijkaard's pass had a perfect backspin. The ball slowed down immediately after landing, stopping perfectly in the ideal position for Sun Yang's left foot to generate power.

This is practically feeding food up to your throat!

Sun Yang finally understood how lucky Haaland was to have Haaland waiting in front of him to "eat the biscuits".

He straightened his chest, unloaded the ball, turned slightly, and gently pushed it with the inside of his left foot.

The ball grazed the inside of the post and rolled steadily into the net. 1-1.

"That pass was absolutely brilliant!" Sun Yang turned around and gave Rijkaard a thumbs up in the backfield.

"Stop talking nonsense. As long as you create an opening, my ball can go through their ribs and still fit in." Rijkaard's expression remained as calm as a still pond.

The prelude to this goal-fest has been completely torn open.