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

The two teams switched sides in the second half.

Gasperini flipped the table and substituted a technical attacking midfielder with the robust, workhorse-like midfielder Palomino.

The tactical intentions were obvious: he no longer wanted creativity in midfield, but instead wanted to use pure physical confrontation and fouling tactics to build a flesh-and-blood roadblock in the heart of Dortmund.

The referee blew the whistle to start the second half.

As soon as the ball was kicked off, Atalanta immediately displayed the ferocity of a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey. Their formation surged forward relentlessly, with the midfield line pushing directly up to the edge of Dortmund's penalty area.

The highest stand in the stadium.

Besides the scouts from several top clubs who were already seated, the other side of the seats was completely occupied by the Arsenal scouting team, who will be playing tomorrow night, and Atletico Madrid's key players.

Due to strict controls, even the players' tactical shouts could be clearly heard in the empty stadium and carried to this section of the stands.

Atletico Madrid captain Koke crossed his arms, his eyes fixed intently on the pitch below. He turned his head to look at manager Simeone:

"It's a completely reckless style of play. They're not leaving any reserves in midfield; they're trying to dislocate Dortmund's number 29's leg." Koke, who has been immersed in the iron-blooded defensive system of La Liga for many years, could recognize this logging-style approach at a glance.

Simeone leaned back in his chair and snorted coldly: "Typical Serie A butcher tactics. Pulling the defense to the red card line, that's the kind of beating Maradona got every day when he first went to Napoli. Now we'll see if this Asian kid has the backbone. As soon as he takes a kick and starts to fear injury, Dortmund's central defense will be paralyzed."

Arsenal manager Mikel Arteta sat not far away, his face ashen and silent. All of Europe now knew that Sun Yang was a discarded player they had thrown out this winter, and if that kid went on a scoring spree in the Champions League tonight, Arsenal's management would be torn to shreds by their own fans who had lost their minds.

He stared at the grass below, and a dark thought even popped into his mind: it would be best if those vicious dogs in Serie A could just cripple this kid's leg once and for all!

The match has reached the 48th minute.

Dortmund intercepted the ball in their own half, and Piszczek, not daring to hold onto it in the middle, immediately passed the ball to Sun Yang, who had dropped back to receive it.

The pass was a little too far ahead of its target; Sun Yang was facing away from the direction of the attack, and his left foot was just about to extend to stop the ball.

A loud gust of wind immediately came from behind.

Weighing nearly 90 kilograms, Palomino was like a runaway steamroller, showing no signs of slowing down, his knee aimed straight at Sun Yang's lower back. At the same time, his right hand subtly grabbed Sun Yang's jersey at his ribs, attempting to tip him over.

On Sun Yang's right front side, De Roon slid in to tackle. He didn't even look at the ball, raising his left foot half a meter high, the gleaming metal studs aimed straight at Sun Yang's right ankle.

In front, there was a flying shovel with bright nails; behind, there was a waist-pushing and throat-locking man

That was a vicious foul designed to cripple someone! A slight misstep could have resulted in not only losing possession of the ball, but also tearing the ankle ligaments on the spot.

Koke in the stands gasped. This kind of behavior would get him kicked out of Atlético Madrid's training session.

On the grass.

A system notification beeped in Sun Yang's mind. The Iron Legs talent passive was triggered, activating the full damage reduction mechanism.

Instead of dodging, his right foot took a half-step ahead and firmly planted itself on the grass.

"Sizzle!"

De Roon's cleats scraped hard against Sun Yang's yellow socks. The sharp metal grazed the shin guards, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound, and tearing off a large piece of turf in the process.

The enormous impact slammed into his ankle.

Sun Yang felt a dull thud in his calf. The violent logging that would have caused a fracture was reduced to a simple muscle bump thanks to his Iron Leg talent.

He didn't even frown.

Using the force of the opponent's sliding tackle, he used his right foot to pull the ball back half an inch. He bent his left leg to lower his center of gravity, and his broad back muscles, like a solid wall, slammed into Palonomi's chest.

A muffled thud.

Palomino felt as if he hadn't crashed into a person, but rather a piece of granite embedded in the grass. The immense recoil sent a shiver through his chest, and his fingers, which were tugging at his jersey, were forcibly pried open.

But that wasn't all. Jim Siti pounced on Sun Yang from the left like a mad dog, pressing against his shoulder and shoving him hard.

Three Italian Serie A burly men, each weighing over 80 kilograms, sandwiched Sun Yang in a triangular formation, making him look like a sandwich.

Sun Yang protected the ball, not even considering the possibility of falling to the ground to draw a foul. His legs unleashed tremendous power, the entire ball roaring.

His thigh muscles were taut, and he actually withstood Palomino's hidden push and Jim Siddi's brute force, and with the resistance of De Roon dragging him on the ground, he forced his way step by step to the right sideline!

This sweeping attack tore a huge gap in Atlanta's defensive formation.

The three men were dragged out of the center circle by this bull-like man.

The middle lane was immediately cleared out, becoming a completely undefended vacuum.

When Sun Yang was forced to a position less than half a meter from the right sideline, all space was completely squeezed out. He was facing away from most of the field, with two solid players in front of him and a defensive midfielder behind him. Forget about swinging his leg for a long pass, there wasn't even a gap to turn around.

Gasperini waved his arms and yelled from the sidelines, causing the defense to kick the ball directly out of bounds.

Just when everyone thought it was a dead end.

Sun Yang swept his right foot across the bottom of the ball with lightning speed, forcibly creating space less than a foot wide. His ankle suddenly tensed, and without any power generated by his lower leg swinging back, he relied solely on the terrifying explosive power from below the knee to quickly flick the ball, striking it hard on the lower middle part of the ball with the outside of his instep.

This is Luka Modric's signature move, the outside-of-the-foot long pass, which he mastered during his dream training camp!

"Bang!"

The ball took off, just past Djimsiti's calf. It didn't follow the usual high parabola; instead, it launched with an exaggerated reverse spin, rising directly from the right touchline.

When the ball was first kicked, its trajectory clearly deviated towards the center circle.

Atalanta goalkeeper Sportiello was just about to watch the show when the ball, as it flew over the edge of the penalty area, spun at high speed, forcefully cutting through the airflow and making a bizarre, huge S-shaped arc in mid-air! It perfectly avoided the defensive vision of all the center-backs and went straight for the nuclear explosion zone on the right side of the penalty area.

The Norwegian wizard Haaland was already itching for more.

The moment he saw the ball's trajectory, he transformed into a powerful bulldozer, fueled by aviation fuel, igniting from the edge of the penalty area. His speed exploded, and he surged forward, charging into the six-yard box.

Atalanta's two center-backs, Troy and Caldara, desperately chased back, sandwiching Haaland between them on the left and right and jumping at the same time, attempting to block Haaland's heading angle in the air.

At 1.95 meters tall, Haaland is an unstoppable monster in the penalty area.

He stomped his feet on the grass and leaped into the air like a spring onion, his broad back muscles forcefully pushing aside the torsos of two defenders.

He even paused in mid-air for a terrifying fraction of a second.

The ball, with its powerful outward spin, slammed squarely into the center of his forehead. No extra force was needed; his neck muscles simply jerked forward with a powerful slam!

A powerful and explosive header!

The ball, like an armor-piercing bullet, slammed straight into the top corner of the goal. Goalkeeper Sportiello's feet hadn't even left the grass when his eardrums were filled with the deafening roar of the ball smashing through the net.

2-0! The Hornets extend their lead again!

After scoring, Haaland shoved aside the defender and sprinted towards the corner flag. He plopped down cross-legged on the grass, closed his eyes, and assumed that classic meditation pose.

The Dortmund teammates rushed over like madmen. Sun Yang jogged up from the backfield and ruffled Haaland's blond hair.

"Hey big guy! Stop acting all profound. Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of eating a pancake?" Sun Yang laughed in fluent English.

Haaland suddenly opened his eyes, leaped to his feet, grabbed Sun Yang's shoulder, and yelled, "God! Did you have a GPS tracking system installed? You were wrapped up like a mummy by those three thugs in midfield, and you still managed to feed me the ball so comfortably! I swear I barely broke a sweat today while making my runs!"

Hazard and Sancho also rushed over, and the group bumped chests and high-fived each other.

The empty Stadium of Light was devoid of the roar of cheering fans; only the unrestrained laughter of the Dortmund players echoed through the stands.