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

The atmosphere in the away team's locker room at Borussia Mönchengladbach was frighteningly oppressive.

Kramer slumped onto the bench, a towel completely covering his face, his chest heaving violently. He'd been running back and forth all over the field for the entire first half, and the sheer amount of playing had nearly made him vomit.

Head coach Rose stood in front of the tactics board, his face ashen, the marker in his hand clicking loudly.

The home team's locker room, separated by only one wall, presents a completely different scene.

Sun Yang pushed open the door, walked straight to his wardrobe, and plopped down. He grabbed a towel and hastily wiped the sweat from his face, then tilted his head back and gulped down half a bottle of energy drink. Beside him, seventeen-year-old England player Bellingham looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, slumped in his chair, his calves still trembling uncontrollably.

"How did it feel, Jude? Was the Bundesliga's welcome ceremony exciting enough?" Sun Yang tossed him another unopened bottle of beverage.

Bellingham caught the ball in a flurry, panting heavily as he complained, "These bastards are like a herd of bloodthirsty, rabid rhinos! That Kramer guy, every time I get the ball, he seems to want to rip me and the ball off the field. The intensity of the competition is much higher than in the Championship."

"Your physical foundation is fine." Sun Yang tapped the chair, "but your defensive intentions are too obvious, they're written all over your face. In the first half, you were easily outmaneuvered by Wolf because you shifted your weight too early. These seasoned veterans in the Bundesliga love a hothead like you. Don't just rely on brute force to make saves; learn to hide your killing intent."

Bellingham immediately sat up straight and nodded earnestly, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Don't try to fight a rough guy like Kramer head-on," Sun Yang added in a deep voice. "In the second half, I'll drop back a bit, and with Witsel, the two of us will cover the back. You need to spread out your coverage area, and if you get the ball and get double-teamed, immediately look for me. As long as you make space, the ball will be at your feet in no time."

Haaland walked over shirtless, his towering frame exuding an imposing aura. He reached out and ruffled Bellingham's hair.

"Hey! England rookie, don't look like you're going to the gallows with that long face," Haaland grinned, his smile wild. "Playing on this pitch, you have to learn to enjoy it. Even if you kick the ball to the turf manager on the sidelines, Yang can steal it back and then comfortably feed it to my feet. Go for it!"

Sancho, adjusting his socks, chimed in, "That's right, little bro, play like a pro. If anything goes wrong, Yang's got your back."

After a few teasing remarks, Bellingham finally grinned, his previously tense nerves relaxing considerably.

Dortmund coach Terzić clapped his hands as he walked into the locker room.

"You all did a fantastic first half! Rose will definitely go all out in the second half." Terčić looked around. "Thuram will most likely come on. Yang, control the midfield tempo and don't let them drag the game into chaos. Jude, increase your forward runs and use your attacking power to push their defense back!"

The fifteen-minute break passed in the blink of an eye.

The referee blew the whistle to start the second half of the match.

Trailing by two goals, Borussia Mönchengladbach immediately launched a desperate counterattack. Rose brought on Thuram, and Mönchengladbach's formation pushed forward across the board. Kramer and Neuhaus even crossed the midfield line, attempting to choke out Dortmund in their own half.

In the 46th minute, Borussia Mönchengladbach's center-back Ginter launched a long ball from the backfield, finding Thuram in the attacking third. Thuram outjumped the defender and headed the ball to the onrushing Neuhaus. Neuhaus chested the ball down, preparing to cross from outside the penalty area.

Just as Neuhaus swung his right leg to unleash his power, a yellow-black whirlwind suddenly swept past his eyes.

He fell to the ground and slid in.

Sun Yang's cleats were precisely visible on the grass, and before Neuhaus could exert any force, he ruthlessly slid the ball and the player out of bounds. There wasn't even the slightest trace of hesitation.

Neuhaus missed his kick, lost his balance completely, and crashed heavily onto the grass, swallowing a mouthful of grass.

The Dortmund fans in the stadium erupted in deafening cheers. This extremely tough defensive attitude poured cold water on the nascent counterattack from Borussia Mönchengladbach.

Makelele's positional defensive skills were completely revived against Sun Yang. He didn't need to run around the field like a headless fly; every time, he was like a ghost, anticipating and blocking Borussia Mönchengladbach's most dangerous passing lanes.

In the 55th minute, Bellingham received the ball in the attacking third. Kramer rammed into him like a runaway truck.

Thanks to Sun Yang's advice in the locker room, Bellingham learned his lesson this time. Before Kramer could close in, he preemptively passed the ball back to Witsel behind him, and then accelerated into the heart of the Mönchengladbach defense.

Witsel, without seeking personal glory, passed the ball across to Sun Yang in the middle.

"Well done, Jude!" Sun Yang roared, dribbling the ball forward with great strides. Bellingham's clever run greatly enriched Dortmund's attacking options.

The match has reached the 60th minute.

The Borussia Mönchengladbach players' stamina finally started to show signs of fatigue. The hour-long, high-intensity shuttle run had made their defensive movements noticeably sluggish and stiff.

Dortmund began to close in.

Sancho dropped back from the left flank to receive the ball. Sun Yang met the ball without hesitation, passing it to Sancho with one touch before accelerating forward. Sancho cleverly flicked the ball with his heel, sending it to Bellingham, who had made a run into position. Bellingham gently pushed the ball back to Sun Yang with the instep of his foot.

Three consecutive dazzling one-touch passes stretched Mönchengladbach's defense to its limits. Mönchengladbach's seemingly impenetrable defense was torn to shreds in these exchanges.

The ball rolled back to Sun Yang's feet. He was now 35 meters away from the Borussia Mönchengladbach goal.

"Jude! Cut in!"

Sun Yang roared, and while running, he slammed his right foot on the ball, his whole body coming to an abrupt stop like a high-speed sports car slamming on the brakes.

Ahead, Haaland, like a heavy main battle tank, unleashed his long legs and surged diagonally towards the left side of the penalty area. The Nordic maestro's pressure was overwhelming; Borussia Mönchengladbach's two center-backs, Ginter and Elvedi, dared not gamble and instinctively followed Haaland's run, shrinking to the left.

This contraction turned the defensive flanks in the middle of Borussia Mönchengladbach's penalty area into an undefended open space.

The moment Bellingham heard the command, before his mind could even process it, his body reflexively lunged forward at full speed.

Sun Yang didn't even look up; he met the ball with the instep of his right foot and pushed it with a clean and decisive motion.

His talent for "hitting exactly where he points" suddenly erupted.

The ball seemed to have eyes, skimming across the grass and miraculously passing between the legs of Borussia Mönchengladbach's full-back, Bensebaini. It followed a bizarre arc that even God would marvel at, precisely cutting into the absolute vacuum in the middle of Mönchengladbach's defense.

Bellingham arrived in a flash, leaving all the defenders in the dust, and successfully beat the offside trap.

Excellent one-on-one opportunity.

Borussia Mönchengladbach goalkeeper Sommer was furious. He roared and rushed out of his goal, lowering his center of gravity and spreading his arms to expand his defensive area like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

The more than 80,000 Dortmund fans in the stadium held their breath.

Seventeen-year-old Bellingham displayed terrifying composure under pressure against a goalkeeper from one of the top five leagues. He raised his right foot, convincingly feinting a shot towards the far corner. Sommer gritted his teeth and dove to the ground in a desperate dive.

Just as Sommer completely lost his balance, Bellingham flicked his ankle, cut the ball back, and easily pushed it into the empty goal with his left foot.

The ball rolled slowly and steadily into the snow-white net.