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

Rijkaard's imposing, towering figure, imbued with a suffocating aggression, brutally crushed into Sun Yang's defensive core.

There were no fancy bicycle kicks, nor any deliberately stunted bulltail maneuvers. This legendary Dutch defensive midfielder dribbled wildly, with long strides and an unpredictable pace. One step he was strolling leisurely, the next his thigh muscles suddenly bulged, and he accelerated like a derailed heavy motorcycle.

This sudden, unpredictable change in rhythm is extremely taxing on the defensive player's center of gravity.

The first half began with a one-on-one duel between Sun Yang and Rijkaard, during which Sun Yang was cleanly tackled and fell flat on his face. Now, at the start of the second half, the two are facing off again, but this time the script has been reversed, with Sun Yang on the defensive end.

Sun Yang gritted his teeth and forced himself to lower his center of gravity. He completely ignored Rijkaard's feints and focused intently on the black and white ball at the opponent's feet.

Bang! The two men's right shoulders collided violently!

The impact of flesh and bone produced a dull thud. Rijkaard subtly rammed into Sun Yang with his shoulder while moving at high speed. The terrifying core power was transmitted through his shoulder, causing Sun Yang's chest to churn with blood and his steps to involuntarily falter.

Taking advantage of that fraction of a second, Rijkaard swung his left foot outward, attempting to forcefully crush the other person with his massive body.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Sun Yang let out a low growl. Maldini's defensive anticipation mechanism was activated at full power in his mind.

Without a second thought, his thigh muscles instinctively engaged, and just as his body was about to lose its balance, he forcefully took half a step forward, using his powerful core strength to block Rijkaard's inner attack.

The two men stood close together, the long studs on the soles of their sneakers scraping against the grass with a screeching sound, kicking up large patches of mud.

A strange glint flashed in Rijkaard's eyes. He hadn't expected that, with halftime just over, this Asian kid's physicality would suddenly increase to a whole new level. This tough nut to crack was giving him a real headache.

Just as he was about to switch to his right foot to pull the ball back and forcefully change his rhythm, a black and white shadow suddenly appeared from the side.

It's Gloucester!

This Dutch hexagonal warrior with his signature dreadlocks hovered on the fringes of the two-man duel. With the game-reading ability of a top master, he precisely targeted the small blind spot where Rijkaard's touch faltered.

Gullit made a decisive right-leg thrust, making a precise diagonal run behind Sun Yang. With a deft flick of his toe, he intercepted the ball cleanly and decisively.

No unnecessary delays!

As soon as the ball left the control zone, Gullit, standing still, unleashed a powerful, low cross with his right foot. The ball tore through the air in midfield, heading straight for the open corridor on the right flank.

The white team's counterattack has begun!

Sun Yang had no time to catch his breath. With the speed talent of Caniggia, the Son of the Wind, in full force, he shot like an arrow, heading straight for the Red Team's heartland along the middle lane.

The ball found the right flank precisely, and Robben arrived in time.

The Red Team's full-back and a covering midfielder frantically double-teamed him. Everyone knew that Old Man Luo could only cut inside with his left foot, and the two defenders tacitly blocked the left flank, trying to force him into the corner of the byline.

Robben sprinted towards the ball at high speed, and facing a double-team, he suddenly stopped just two meters from the byline. The defenders were overjoyed and immediately moved back to close the gap.

But the next second, Robben made a move that sent chills down the spines of everyone in the stadium.

He didn't cut inside! With an incredibly smooth flick of the inside of his right foot under the ball, he executed a bizarre change of direction. He actually outmaneuvered the defender through the narrow gap on the outside, dribbling all the way to the byline!

"Fool, I have a right foot!" Robben laughed wildly, and before the ball went out of bounds, he swung his right foot, which was usually jokingly called "crutch".

A muffled thud.

A high-quality, half-high, curved shot, with strong inward spin, bypassed the red team's goalkeeper who was trying to come out and headed straight for the far post.

The shot landed precisely in the gap on the flank of the penalty area.

There, Sun Yang, sprinting all the way, arrived at the perfect moment. Klinsmann's heading ability perfectly took over his body. Facing the descending ball, Sun Yang's legs pushed off the ground fiercely, his whole body folding into a taut bow in mid-air.

At the highest point of the leap, the waist and abdomen exert force suddenly, and the neck slams down hard.

A domineering lion's head shake!

The ball struck Sun Yang on the forehead, changing its trajectory and, like an armor-piercing bullet fired from its barrel, blasted straight into the corner of the goal.

The score has changed, 3-2! The White Team has made a strong comeback!

"A superb cross, Arjen!"

After landing, Sun Yang slid a long distance on the grass, got up and pounced on Robben, who was running towards him, slapping the Dutch Flying Man hard on the back.

Gullit jogged over, chuckled, and ruffled Sun Yang's hair before whistling arrogantly in Rijkaard's direction.

Rijkaard, who was dispossessed and became the backdrop for the counterattack, visibly darkened his expression.

Henry, standing some distance away, also abandoned his usual elegant and languid demeanor, his gaze gradually sharpening. The two superstars were now losing face.

Rijkaard straightened his slightly disheveled jersey and gestured to Henry. His tone turned icy:

"That's enough warm-up. Guys, get ready to give this little guy a top-level stress test and crush his lungs!"

The moment the Red Team restarted play at center circle, the intensity of the entire Dream Arena was dramatically increased.

This was absolute hell mode. The Red Team's defensive intensity increased exponentially, with even striker Henry dropping deep into midfield to participate in pressing. Available space was compressed, and the dull thuds of physical collisions echoed throughout the stadium.

The suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen quickly overwhelmed Sun Yang.

Now, every time he touches the ball, he faces a brutal confrontation with at least two superstars. His jersey is ripped apart, his ribs are slammed, and his overworked thigh muscles begin to protest, surging with intense soreness.

Even with Kanté's "perpetual motion lungs" superhuman physique, under the onslaught of these bloodthirsty legends, his breathing remained heavy, like a worn-out bellows. His chest heaved violently, and bitter sweat trickled into his mouth.

In the 70th minute, Sun Yang received the ball in midfield when Henry slid in from behind and tackled him, bringing him and the ball down. Sun Yang rolled three times on the grass before barely managing to absorb the impact.

In the 78th minute, Sun Yang attempted to accelerate forcefully down the wing. The Red Team's full-back pulled and ripped his collar, and then Rijkaard's fierce frontal block knocked him out of bounds.

The competition was fragmented.

Sun Yang's stamina was dwindling at a visible rate, and his brain began to swell due to lack of oxygen. He braced himself on his knees, greedily gulping in large mouthfuls of fresh air.

But when he looked up again, the fighting spirit in his eyes had not faded; instead, it burned even more intensely.

That's the feeling I'm going for. Only when you're cornered by these monsters standing at the pinnacle of football can you truly unleash your inner potential!