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

Sun Yang knew very well that this was not an exhibition match.

Rijkaard's aggressive defensive positioning brought him right in front of him. The Dutch Black Swan, with his imposing physique, acted like a moving wall, completely blocking Sun Yang's chance to accelerate.

Sun Yang had no intention of backing down. At Dortmund, he was used to controlling the ball at his feet and then using absolute speed or skill to tear apart the defense. Facing the obstruction of this world-class defensive midfielder, he gently flicked the ball back with the toe of his right foot, and his body followed suit.

He immediately used the shoulder drop feint technique that Zidane had personally taught him.

His entire upper body shifted sharply to the left, his shoulders dropping to an angle that would be difficult for most people to maintain balance. Then, with a slight flick of the outside of his right foot, the movement was incredibly smooth, perfectly timed to follow up with Ronaldinho's signature elliptical dribble.

In the Bundesliga, this unreasonable feint combo is enough to make most defensive midfielders lose their balance and obediently hand over the defense.

But Rijkaard on the other side didn't react at all.

His long legs were slightly bent, forcibly lowering his 1.9-meter height and maintaining a lower defensive center of gravity. Far from being fooled, he actually took a half-step back to the side, skillfully avoiding the effective radius of Sun Yang's first feint. Rijkaard didn't blindly extend his foot; his steps landed on the grass, even matching the rhythm of Sun Yang's feint, as he slowly and deliberately retreated.

I won't snatch you, I won't force you, I'll just stick to you like this.

This defensive strategy is the most psychologically challenging in actual combat. You may employ a hundred different techniques, but he can neutralize them with a single move, never revealing a single weakness.

In Rijkaard's eyes, Sun Yang's flashy combo was like a kindergarten child trying to throw punches in front of an adult—all show and no substance.

Sun Yang was getting anxious. He exerted force, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and the ball took a big step forward, trying to overpower his opponent with the speed of "Son of the Wind".

The ball had just left Sun Yang's control area, and was only a step away.

Rijkaard had been waiting for this moment. One second he was a slow, sluggish black statue, and the next, at this crucial juncture, his right foot shot out. His long leg, like a viper's tongue, precisely slipped into the narrow gap between Sun Yang's ankle and the ball, toes pointing upwards, and with a casual, effortless thrust.

The ball obediently changed its trajectory and escaped Sun Yang's control.

Sun Yang had his entire weight on his forward-leaning body, preparing for a high-speed start, when the ball disappeared from his feet. His footwork completely went haywire, his left foot tripped over his right calf, and he lost his balance completely. He landed face-first on the flat grass.

There was no foul, and even the physical contact was minimal. It was a clean steal worthy of being written into textbooks.

Sun Yang slapped the grass hard with both hands, immediately got up, and looked back at his own backfield.

Rijkaard intercepted the ball without hesitation. At the same time, he used the instep of his right foot to send a long through ball forward.

The ball rolled along the grass at breakneck speed. It sliced ​​right through the white team's system-generated defensive line. The two center-backs didn't even have time to turn before their flanks were breached.

Henry, lurking on the edge of the offside line, was like a cheetah smelling blood. The instant Rijkaard made his move, he accelerated in sync, successfully beating the offside trap. The French striker smoothly dribbled the ball into the penalty area, and without even looking at the onrushing goalkeeper, he effortlessly and comfortably pushed the ball into the far corner with the inside of his right foot.

The ball grazed the inside of the post and went into the net with a crisp sound.

From Sun Yang being dispossessed and falling to Henry's shot that found the back of the net, the entire process took less than ten seconds. A textbook example of a defensive counter-attack left the White team utterly helpless.

Henry wasn't even in the mood to celebrate; the goal was too easy for him. He turned around, gave Rijkaard a thumbs-up, and blew a loud whistle.

Rijkaard turned around and slowly walked back. Just then, Gullit strolled over from the front. Although the two were wearing clothes representing different factions, they naturally put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked together to Sun Yang, who was still standing there panting.

Seeing Sun Yang looking somewhat disheveled, Gullit patted his shoulder with his large, thick hand, making a loud thud, and grinned as he teased him.

"Hey, rookie. Your technique is too cumbersome. You really think those butt-wiggling feints can fool Frank? When he was one-on-one defending Maradona in Milan, you were still wearing diapers!"

Rijkaard spread his hands and added in a flat tone.

"Your thoughts are written all over your face. Your weight shifts are completely undisguised. In my defensive zone, if the ball is even half a step away from your feet, it's a gift. You can't use your so-called speed at all."

After the two legends finished speaking, they laughed and dispersed, preparing to restart the game.

Sun Yang stood on the grass and took a deep breath of fresh air. He wasn't discouraged or frustrated. On the contrary, in that utterly crushing defeat, he experienced a long-lost sense of humiliation. And this feeling was the sole reason he came here to suffer.

He slapped his cheeks twice. The fighting spirit in his eyes burned intensely.

That's right. Against such a historically dominant monster, the paper advantage provided by attribute panels is a joke. Only in real combat, with each blow landing with flesh and blood, can one even begin to grasp the threshold of top-level tactical thinking.

Sun Yang put aside the arrogance that had taken hold during his recent dominance in the Bundesliga. He lowered his stance, engaged every muscle in his body in a fighting spirit, and prepared to earnestly extract some real skills from these four veterans.

The game restarted. The white team controlled the ball in midfield, and the pace noticeably slowed down. The red team also didn't rush to press, and the two sides engaged in repeated back-and-forth battles in midfield.

In the twelfth minute, the system-generated red team full-back throws the ball in from outside the box.

The ball came to Rijkaard's feet. The white team's midfielders immediately pressed forward, trying to limit his passing options.

Rijkaard didn't hesitate, striking the ball with his right foot. This wasn't a aimless clearance, but a precise long pass over the top, the ball arcing high through the air, heading straight for the heart of the white team's penalty area.

Henry has already started his run. He accurately judged the landing point, blocked the white team's center-back, and prepared to jump and head the ball towards the goal.

At this critical moment, Sun Yang suddenly attacked from the flank.

He abandoned pressing off-the-ball players early on. The moment Rijkaard passed the ball, Maldini's defensive anticipation mechanism kicked in. Wind speed, landing point, lead time—all the data transformed into bodily instinct in milliseconds.

Sun Yang positioned himself ahead of time and used his shoulder to forcefully push Henry, who was about to jump, away by half a body length, positioning himself like a steel nail between the French striker and the ball.

Henry shoved Sun Yang from behind, trying to disrupt his balance. Sun Yang gritted his teeth, unleashing the extraordinary core strength honed from his Peking Opera training, and his legs seemed rooted to the spot, remaining motionless on the grass.

Half a second before Henry was about to jump, Sun Yang leaped high into the air, using both legs to propel himself forward. He seized the first touch and, with an explosive header, cleared the ball from the dangerous penalty area.

Gullit in midfield was dropping back. Seeing the ball flying out of the penalty area, he opened his broad chest. The ball struck his chest, perfectly cushioning the impact. Then, using his bull-like physique to hold off the defender, he calmly turned to face the Red Team's half.

Sun Yang didn't pause after landing. He pushed off with his feet and sped forward to receive the pass.

Robben, who had been roaming on the perimeter, also retreated in unison and returned to his support position.

In a flash, the three formed a deadly, rapid triangular attack group in midfield.