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

The four historical superstars on both sides were all one-hit killers, primarily positioned in the midfield and attack. As a result, both sides tacitly abandoned their defensive formations and launched a wild, attacking offensive.

Just nine minutes later, the Red Team successfully won the ball back aggressively in the attacking third.

The ball rolled to the left wing.

The tall, slender figure in the red jersey started moving.

King of Arsenal, Thierry Henry.

The Frenchman deftly controlled the half-high ball with the outside of his right foot. Facing a fierce double-team from two defenders, Henry took a long stride forward with his right foot. Without even changing direction, his body moved like a red hurricane, forcefully overtaking the two defenders through a gap of less than half a meter!

He dribbled the ball with great strides and charged straight into the left side of the penalty area.

The virtual goalkeeper decisively rushed out of his own goal to block the near post.

Henry's gaze didn't linger on the goalkeeper for even half a second. His body leaned sharply to the left, almost all his weight on his left leg, while his right foot gently curled the ball with the inside of his foot.

Henry's signature move, the curling shot that haunted countless Premier League goalkeepers.

The ball skimmed the grass, curving in a tiny, yet incredibly smooth and deadly arc, just escaping the goalkeeper's desperate fingertips, and crisply kissed the inside of the far post before bouncing into the net.

2:1.

There was no roaring celebration; Henry simply turned around, coolly turned up his collar, and looked down at her with disdain.

Sun Yang watched with envy and admiration from the backfield. To be able to shoot directly into the far corner without slowing down, even while off-balance, requires an almost superhuman level of ankle flexibility and precise control over the point of contact with the ball.

We absolutely have to take advantage of this!

But this was destined to be a crazy first half where defense wasn't needed. The arrogance ignited by the Red Team's goal was immediately crushed by Gullit.

Nineteenth minute. Red team makes a long pass from their own half.

Gullit, bracing himself against the back of the Reds' tall center forward, retreated to the edge of his own penalty area and headed the ball to Rijkaard. The instant he landed, this 1.9-meter-tall heavy armored vehicle surged forward at high speed along the central path.

With his long legs, he unleashed a force like a mudslide, leaving the defenders around him unable to even catch a whiff of his exhaust fumes.

Rijkaard received the ball in the backfield, and the Red Team midfielder attempted to disrupt it with a sliding tackle.

He gracefully half-turned, slipping past the defender. A pair of eagle eyes precisely caught Gullit's running path.

He looked up, without even glancing left or right, and unleashed a high-arcing long pass that pierced through the midfield.

The ball flew across half the field in mid-air, and at that moment, Gullit, like a raging black lion, leaped high in front of the Red Team's penalty area.

His terrifying core strength caused him to freeze in mid-air for almost a second! His signature long braid swung violently behind his head, and his forehead slammed into the ball like a heavy hammer.

boom!

A powerful header finds the net. 2-2.

The two players' combined pass and goal transformed midfield interception, long pass initiation, rapid advance, and violent finishing into a terrifying killing machine.

For the next twenty minutes or so, the empty stadium was devoid of the usual tactical passing and the only sounds were the grating thuds of flesh colliding and increasingly heavy breathing.

The turf was torn up in pieces by the steel studs on the soles of the sneakers, and mud was splashed everywhere.

Having his ferocity fully unleashed, Sun Yang began to show his fangs.

In the 30th minute, Sun Yang advanced with the ball through the middle.

Facing the aggressive marking from the Red Team's defensive midfielder, Sun Yang quickly wiggled his ankle, flicked the ball outward with the outside of his right foot, and then quickly cut back with the inside of his foot the instant the defender's center of gravity shifted!

A perfect cow-tail dribble, the defender's ankle got tangled, and he was directly faked out and fell to the ground.

Without any adjustments, Sun Yang unleashed a powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area. Batistuta's explosive power was fully activated!

boom!

The ball, without a trace of spin, hurtled towards the center of the goal like a solid shot put. Although the goalkeeper managed to touch the ball with both hands, the immense force knocked his arms away, and the ball, along with the goalkeeper, slammed into the net.

3-2! The White Team has taken the lead!

But these legendary superstars had no concept of holding back. Just eight minutes later, Robben received the ball again on the right wing.

This time, the two defenders on the white team were smarter and completely blocked all his cutting lanes.

Unexpectedly, Robben suddenly slammed on the brakes, changing his rhythm. He smoothly nudged the ball towards the byline with his right foot. Just when everyone thought he was going to force a cross, he abruptly stomped on the ball, completing a 180-degree spun turn with an extremely small radius.

He then used his left foot to pass the ball horizontally to the middle.

Henry, who was already in position, met the ball and, without even stopping or dribbling, unleashed a powerful shot. The ball whistled through the air and flew into the top right corner.

3 is better than 3!

Sun Yang stood at a distance, panting heavily. The empty stadium made everyone's breathing audible.

This relentless, high-scoring exchange is pushing your stamina and mental focus to the limit every second. If it weren't for Kante's incredible energy reserves, an average professional player would have been foaming at the mouth by now during this high-speed transition.

In the 44th minute, Rijkaard once again demonstrated his dominance in the penalty area. After intercepting the ball in midfield, instead of a long pass, he played a brilliant one-two with Gullit, passing the ball to Sun Yang, who had found space. Rijkaard then surged forward, received Sun Yang's cross from the wing inside the penalty area, and unleashed a powerful header at the perfect moment.

The ball bounced off the ground and into the corner of the net. 4-3!

However, in stoppage time, Robben was fouled outside the penalty area, giving the Reds a free kick in an excellent position.

Robben stood in front of the ball, without a long run-up, simply swinging his leg in place. The ball bypassed the wall, grazing the inside of the post and spinning into the net. A curling free kick with an angle so sharp it was almost despair-inducing.

4 is better than 4!

As the ball went into the net, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

A terrifying forty-five minutes. Eight goals scored with no defense. No delays, no probing, all were the most lethal strikes.

Sun Yang rested his hands on his knees, sweat dripping down his chin onto the grass, his lungs heaving violently like a broken bellows, and he even tasted a hint of blood in his throat.

He struggled to lift his head.

Across from them, Henry and Robben were walking side by side toward the sidelines. Both of these top-class players had fine beads of sweat on their faces and their chests were heaving.

There was only a fifteen-minute break before the start of the second half.

Sun Yang took a deep breath and straightened up. He wiped the sweat from his face, strode off, and chased after the two people opposite him.

Under the speechless gazes of Gullit and Rijkaard, Sun Yang squeezed himself between Robben and Henry, and familiarly put his arm around their shoulders.

"Hey, you two, let's make a deal." Sun Yang, panting heavily, lowered his voice and adopted a familiar tone. "The angle of the ankle used for that left-footed curler on the right wing, and the positioning of the supporting foot on the left wing when pushing the ball to the far corner without slowing down. Anyway, it's halftime now, could you break it down for me in more detail?"

Robben stopped in his tracks.

Henry also turned his head and slightly raised his chin.

The two men looked at the Asian kid, who had just fought them to the death on the field and was now rolling on the ground, with eyes that seemed to say he was crazy. Now he was coming to ask for "tactical blueprints".

Robben touched his shiny bald head and burst out laughing in exasperation.

"Are you out of your mind, kid? Trying to get my internal cut for free?"