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

The referee's whistle rang out throughout the Stadium of Light.

In an empty stadium, the sharp whistle, echoing through the air, signaled the official start of the Champions League quarter-finals.

Atlanta kicked off first.

This team's ability to become the most potent attacking force in Serie A this season is definitely not due to luck.

Coach Gasperini stood on the sidelines, making no move to implement the traditional Italian parking the bus defense. They were a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, and high-pressing was the sole creed of this true Nerazzurri team.

Just one minute into the game, Atalanta launched an astonishing low-block attack. Goalkeeper Sportiello stepped out of his six-yard box to act as a central defender distributing the ball.

He received a pass back from the defender, and without a short pass, he swung his right foot in a precise long-range shot.

The ball pierced the night sky, falling straight into the attacking third like a cannonball.

Zapata is a tall and strong center with a clear objective.

Dortmund's defensive linchpin, Hummels, immediately pressed forward, leaping to intercept. The two massive bodies collided in mid-air with a resounding crash, the dull thud of muscles hitting each other echoing through the empty stadium. Hummels, relying on his experience, managed to head the ball away preemptively.

The ball landed at the second spot.

Atalanta midfielder Pasalic arrived quickly, ready to receive the ball and launch a second attack. Dortmund's defensive midfielder Witsel made a strong run from the side and back, using a combination of pushing and shoving to clear the ball out of bounds.

From the very first second, the confrontation between the two sides reached a fever pitch.

Gasperini, with his hands in his trench coat pockets, fixed his gaze on Borussia Dortmund's number 29 player.

For this elimination match, he stayed up for three consecutive nights studying Dortmund's video, and the conclusion was self-evident: this 20-year-old Asian-American mixed-race kid is the Hornets' undisputed tactical core.

Sun Yang's movements on the field are virtually unpredictable. He orchestrates the midfield, makes powerful runs down the flanks, and even unleashes deadly shots from the edge of the penalty area. His connection with Haaland, in particular, is so seamless that it seems impossible to miss, making him a nightmare for defenders in Europe's top five leagues.

Gasperini made a gesture.

Midfielders De Roon and Freuler immediately understood and, together with left center-back Djimsiti, formed a tight net, specifically targeting Sun Yang's position.

No matter which area Sun Yang went to, two of these three would always stick close to him. This was the top-tier VIP treatment that Gasperini had tailored specifically for Sun Yang.

In the eighth minute of the match, Sun Yang dropped back to midfield to receive the ball.

The ball had barely left Piszczek's foot when De Roon pounced on him from the rear like a mad dog. At the same time, Freuler blocked the ball's path from the front.

De Roon went even further, using his body directly. His knee, imbued with a hidden force, slammed into Sun Yang's outside thigh, while his thick elbow, propelled by the momentum of his sprint, slammed into Sun Yang's ribs. Such a crude, Serie A defensive tactic would have left a slightly weaker rookie struggling to even stand.

But Sun Yang only managed a cold smile.

In the Dream Training Camp, he was thoroughly humiliated by Frank Rijkaard, the Dutch Black Swan. How ruthless were the moves of those ancient gods? How insane was their spatial compression? Compared to them, the double-teaming by these two Italian Serie A wolves wasn't even a warm-up.

The Iron Leg talent automatically triggered the damage reduction mechanism. Sun Yang's right leg muscles tightened like a rock, forcefully withstanding De Roon's charge. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his steps remained perfectly steady.

He didn't bother with the opponent at all, and with a flick of his right foot, cleanly passed the ball back to Witsel, who was receiving it. He then suddenly accelerated and stretched his position off the ball.

De Rongen, standing behind him, stared wide-eyed. He had just used all his hidden strength in that attack; even a top-tier heavy artilleryman would lose his balance if hit by it, yet this kid seemed like an impenetrable steel plate.

Having shaken off Sun Yang's defense, he began his full-court rampage.

Kante's perpetual motion machine-like lungs were operating at full power. His range of movement was absurdly large; one second he'd be drawing a defender away on the right flank, and the next he'd be ghost-like, darting into the left side of the penalty area.

Without touching the ball, he relied solely on his abnormal stamina and positioning to forcefully stretch Atalanta's defensive line.

What truly sent chills down the Italians' spines was that this empty stadium, devoid of any fan noise, had become Sun Yang's most unassailable home ground. The quiet atmosphere allowed his tactical instructions to be delivered to every teammate with radar-like precision.

With the addition of a multilingual package, he becomes the supreme commander on the football field.

"Ashraf! Stay close to the touchline and push Gosens back!" The fluent French reached the ears of right wing-back Ashraf.

"Erling! Don't come out to ask for the ball, hold off their center-back, and get into the box to block!" A crisp Norwegian voice rang out behind Haaland. The finisher immediately turned and charged into the heart of Atalanta like a tank.

"Raphael! Look at the second spot! Cover my position!" Sun Yang shouted to Guerrero in Portuguese without switching back.

Gasperini, standing on the sidelines, heard everything clearly, his brows furrowing into a deep knot. His prized three-man defense system was silently crumbling.

Sun Yang tirelessly ran to lead De Roon and his teammates out of the defensive zone, and then used precise verbal instructions to direct his teammates to fill the gaps.

This guy didn't even touch the ball, yet he tore open gaps in Atalanta's impenetrable defense!

The stalemate was broken in the twentieth minute.

Atalanta's passing lanes on the right flank were too predictable, and the experienced Hummels intercepted the pass with pinpoint accuracy. He then launched a long, low through ball to Achraf, who was poised to pounce on the right flank.

Achraf dribbled the ball across the halfway line.

It's now!

Sun Yang keenly spotted the gaping hole on the left flank where Atalanta's defense had been torn apart. Because Dortmund's central attacks had previously absorbed the entire defensive line, the left flank was now terrifyingly empty.

Sun Yang suddenly accelerated a second time, shaking off De Rongen's entanglement, and cut diagonally to the right sideline to receive the pass.

Ashraf understood perfectly and delivered a flat pass to the ball.

Atalanta's left wing-back, Gosens, immediately moved forward, lowering his center of gravity to block Sun Yang's cutting-in route. The German full-back, with his exceptional physical attributes, quickly lowered his center of gravity, adopting a fierce stance as if ready to devour Sun Yang whole, attempting to shut down any possible breakthrough.

Faced with such a tough opponent, Sun Yang had no interest whatsoever in making any feints.

Caniggia, the Wind Child, unleashed his god-tier speed. His thigh muscles generated terrifying power like hydraulic presses, and he pushed off the grass with his toes.

Eat it fast!

There are no fancy tricks, just pure, unreasonable, absolute speed suppression!

Sun Yang overpowered him from the outside. Gosens felt a gust of wind rush past him, desperately stretching out his arms to grab him, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Sun Yang's clothes.

A rapid, unstoppable advance.

With just three touches, Sun Yang had already pierced the top right corner of the penalty area, like a sharp knife, into the nuclear red zone. This is the most feared position for any full-back in the world.

Gimsiti, who was guarding the middle lane, panicked completely. He gritted his teeth and abandoned the core area of ​​the penalty area, rushing out to form an iron gate with Gosens, who was desperately chasing back. It looked like he was about to shut down Sun Yang.

In a flash, Sun Yang's right shoulder suddenly sank downwards, and his entire body tilted dramatically towards the baseline.

This is a realistic prelude to a breakout from the bottom; this movement is simply seamless.

Jim Siti fell for the trap, instinctively taking a half-step with his right leg, trying to block Sun Yang's path to the bottom.

It was that half-step error that revealed the flaw.

Sun Yang quickly flicked the ball with the inside of his right foot, stopping abruptly and changing direction! His powerful core strength pulled his center of gravity back, and he made a lateral cut right at the edge of the penalty area.

Jim Siti's massive body stumbled and fell backward, losing its balance.

Gosens, who had caught up from behind, became enraged. He grabbed the back of Sun Yang's jersey and, without any restraint, attempted to trip him up by force. The number 29 jersey was torn and severely deformed.

But with his iron legs as a natural advantage, his lower body was as stable as a mountain. Sun Yang suddenly exerted force in his waist and abdomen, dragging the more than 100-pound Gosens like an angry bull, crushing him sideways step by step.

At this moment, Haaland and Sancho, inside the penalty area, had already understood each other perfectly. Like two crossed bayonets, the two completed a precise run and maneuver, directly drawing away the last two center-backs marking them.

The long-range shooting area directly in front of the penalty area has been completely cleared.

Sun Yang firmly planted his left foot on the ball, then suddenly leaned back, making a very deceptive pause. Gosens, who was still tugging at his jersey, was pulled along by this terrifying momentum, his foot slipped, and he fell awkwardly onto the grass.

There are no more barriers in front of me. Twenty-four meters from the goal, slightly to the right of the edge of the penalty arc.

Sun Yang tilted his entire body to the extreme right, raising his left arm high to maintain an amazing sense of balance.

With his left foot, he struck the ball precisely on the lower half of its body, the instep slightly to the inside. A surge of raw power flowed from his taut calf, the movement fluid and almost artistic, without a single unnecessary lapse.

"Bang!"

A dull, resounding thud. The ball slammed off the instep, not traveling in a straight line, but with an exaggerated inward spin, cleaving through the air in a massive, physics-defying arc.

It soared over countless heads in the penalty area and nestled into the top left corner of the goal.

Atalanta goalkeeper Sportiello's reaction was world-class. He pushed off with both legs, stretching his entire body to its limit in mid-air, gritting his teeth and extending his arms to dive.

But there's still a fist's width of space between your fingertips and the ball.

The ball accurately crossed the defense line, spinning wildly, grazing the junction of the lower edge of the crossbar and the inside of the post, before crashing into the snow-white net.

The loud slapping of the net echoed through the empty stadium like a hammer blow to the hearts of all Italians.

1 is better than 0!

Dortmund Hornets, unleash your deadly stinger!