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

The red team's goalkeeper roared as he rushed out of his goal, spreading his arms in an attempt to expand the area he could block.

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, Kaka's sprint remained perfectly steady. Without even raising his head, he raised his right foot high without hesitation, ready to unleash a powerful shot.

The goalkeeper dared not gamble and instinctively shifted his weight, bending his knees to try and block Kaka's shot.

In the tiny gap where the goalkeeper's legs were spread apart, Kaka, who was about to unleash a powerful shot, suddenly pulled back his right foot and smoothly turned his ankle inward.

That wasn't a shot at all; it was a fake shot that completely defied inertia and turned into a real dribble.

The ball followed Kaka's instep, obediently skimming the grass, and went straight between the goalkeeper's spread legs.

Playing around with their crotches exposed.

The goalkeeper, having missed his target, landed halfway on the grass, and could only watch in despair as the short-haired Brazilian man swept past him like a gentle breeze.

Kaka caught up with the ball, and facing an empty goal, he didn't even need to exert force; he gently pushed the ball into the net with the instep of his foot.

1 is better than 0!

The white team broke the deadlock first.

After scoring, Kaká remained elegant, without any frantic running or roaring. He simply smiled, turned around, pointed both fingers to the sky, and jogged back to the center circle to give Sun Yang, who had delivered the divine long pass, a solid hug.

The backfield of the stadium.

Ibrahimovic touched his large nose and grinned widely. The Swedish madman's fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

Standing not far away, Totti clapped his hands, his deep eyes fixed on Sun Yang and Kaka, then turned and shouted at Kanté beside him.

"Ngolo, those kids over there are dancing on our turf. Give them some lumberjack level training."

Kanté didn't speak, but simply grinned, revealing his signature big white teeth, and nodded silently. His gait on the grass subtly quickened.

The game has resumed.

The Red Team quickly increased the pace of their attack, turning the entire midfield into a battlefield without gunpowder.

Makelele and Totti went head-to-head. The two repeatedly tugged at each other on the edge of the penalty area, the screeching sound of their studs scraping against the turf sending chills down one's spine.

Sun Yang's situation was even more dire. The moment he received the ball, Kante would close in like a GPS radar. Sun Yang's prized superhuman stamina was utterly useless against this true "perpetual motion machine." No matter how much he ran and stretched the defense off the ball, the French defensive midfielder always managed to cut off his receiving routes with superhuman anticipation.

The match was pushed forward to the 35th minute.

There was a minor flaw in the White team's backcourt passing. Makelele's pass to Sun Yang was slightly underpowered.

With that crucial half-meter difference, Kanté suddenly burst out from the middle. Like a cheetah that had already locked onto its prey, he slid in with a low, low tackle, cleanly stealing the ball from Sun Yang's feet.

Get up, intercept the ball, and make a through pass.

The entire movement was executed flawlessly, without any unnecessary hesitation. The ball skimmed along the grass, finding Totti precisely at the edge of the penalty area.

Roma's Wolf King leaned against Makelele, receiving the ball with a relaxed posture. Makelele, behind him, had a low center of gravity, his hands blocking Totti's waist, leaving him no space to turn and shoot.

Faced with this tenacious defense, Totti didn't even turn his head. He used his broad back to hold off Makelele, and then pulled the ball back with the sole of his right foot.

Just as Makelele thought he was about to force a turn, Totti's calf muscles tensed up suddenly, and his toes precisely pierced the bottom of the ball.

There is no pre-swinging motion involving any leg swinging.

It relies entirely on explosive power from the calves and the ultimate rubbing strikes from the ankles!

boom.

A slight muffled thud.

The ball rose into the air, tracing an exaggerated high arc, and flew directly over the heads of all the players in the entire white team's defensive line.

The white team's goalkeeper misjudged the situation, thinking it was a powerful shot with a strong turn, and positioned himself half a step forward. By the time he realized what was happening and hurriedly jumped to defend, the ball was already hurtling towards him at high speed.

The goalkeeper stretched his arm out as far as he could, his fingertips barely scraping the ball.

Useless.

The ball grazed the goalkeeper's gloves, like a beautiful rainbow, and fell hollowly into the bottom edge of the goal crossbar.

1 to 1 draw!

After scoring, Totti remained calm. He reached up and lifted his red jersey, flipping it over his head to reveal his chiseled abs, and then jogged slowly on the green field with his head covered.

The empty stands seemed to belong to him alone at that moment, like the Stadio Olimpico in Rome.

Sun Yang stood not far away, watching with envy the Roman Wolf King who represented one man and one city.

That pinpoint shot, executed in an extremely confined space with just a flick of the lower leg, takes concealment and surprise to the highest level. If you master that, you could use it like a heavy-duty sniper rifle against tight defensive formations in the Bundesliga.

After equalizing the score, the Red Team pressed even more aggressively.

In the 38th minute, Sun Yang received a cross from Kaká on the right side of midfield.

The ball had barely come to a stop when Kanté's heavy breathing was already hitting his face.

Having been suppressed for most of the game, Sun Yang's inner fire was completely ignited. He had no intention of passing the ball, and instead used the outside of his right foot to deceptively flick it.

In the extremely brief moment when Kanté shifted his weight, Sun Yang violently twisted his right ankle inward.

A cow's tail dribbling past a person!

Sun Yang used the special technique he had taken from Xiao Luo, attempting to shift his center of gravity and pass between Kant's legs.

But then something despairing happened.

Kanté's center of gravity was indeed shifted slightly, but his thick, black legs seemed to be equipped with super springs. Just as Sun Yang accelerated his spike, Kanté's right leg forcefully slid down in an exaggerated manner.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The ball was precisely poked out of bounds. Sun Yang tried to change direction but couldn't stop in time, and ended up tangled with Kanté, falling flat on his face.

The referee blew his whistle, indicating the ball was out of bounds; the defense was clean and no foul was committed.

Sun Yang lay on his back on the grass, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, panting heavily.

Kanter flipped himself up with a somersault, brushed the grass off his shorts, walked over to Sun Yang, and extended his large, calloused hand.

Sun Yang grabbed the hand irritably, used it to get up, and started complaining while rubbing his aching hip: "Fuck, Ngorongoro. Seventy percent of the Earth is water, and you've covered the remaining thirty percent, right? I even suspect you've covered my brainstem. You know better than I do what I'm going to do next."

Kant wasn't annoyed at all; he just grinned like a good-natured mechanic.

"Your core strength is great, man. But you do too much with your shoulders. To defend you, I don't even need to look at the ball; just watching your shoulders tells me where you're going to drive."

After saying that, Kanter turned and ran to his defensive position, leaving Sun Yang with an unfathomable back view.

Sun Yang stood there and pursed his lips. Just then, a strong hand slapped heavily on his shoulder.

Turning around, I saw my team's defensive anchor, Makelele.

This midfield maestro, who redefined the defensive midfield position, pointed to Kanté, who had repositioned himself not far away, and delivered a profound and insightful conclusion in a calm and experienced tone.

"Kid, you're getting beaten up by that guy because you're not using your physical strength effectively, and your brain is still stuck in the basic logic of linear thinking."