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

These seasoned German football icons in front of him clearly sensed the storm brewing in Munich's management and couldn't bear to see such a once-in-a-century talent ruined by underhanded tactics, so they were pointing out a way out for him.

Sun Yang calmly surveyed the legendary figures before him.

He knew perfectly well that Matthäus was telling the truth. In the eyes of Europe's top clubs, Dortmund was simply a high-end arsenal. The club's management had no ambition to build a dynasty. As long as the transfer fees were right, Haaland, Sancho, and even Sun Yang himself could be traded and cashed out at any time.

But he would never run away with his tail between his legs.

"Thank you all for your kind offer. But my name will still appear on Borussia Dortmund's starting lineup this season."

Sun Yang slowly stood up. He placed his hands on the wooden table, looking down at the three luminaries, his tone revealing a fearsome arrogance and madness.

"No matter how dirty tricks Bayern Munich is prepared to use against me, I don't care." A chilling fire ignited in Sun Yang's eyes. "Now that I've put on this number 10 jersey, I must personally kick Bayern off that monopolistic throne this season."

"I'm leaving the Bundesliga, but I must do it in style, after I've packed the Champions League trophy into my suitcase."

The private room was silent for a few seconds.

Looking at the young core member before them, exuding arrogance and showing no sign of yielding, the three seasoned veterans, who had weathered many storms, were initially taken aback, then exchanged a knowing smile. This kid's ambition was far greater than they had imagined.

After leaving the private room at the Cologne private club, Sun Yang drove Catherine directly back to the villa. Inside the private room, Matthäus stared at the closed door, picked up his beer glass, and took a large gulp.

The former German captain shook his head and smiled wryly: "Michael, that kid's arrogance is ingrained in his bones. He's not afraid of Bayern's underhanded tactics at all, and even wants to overturn the entire Bundesliga before he leaves."

Ballack grabbed a handful of peanuts and tossed them into his mouth, crunching loudly. "Let him turn it upside down. German football has been stagnant for too long; it's time for an unreasonable monster to wake up those bureaucrats who only know how to wear ties and drink coffee. I'm rooting for this kid."

……

Two days later, at the Borussia Dortmund Blakel training ground.

The locker room was filled with the strong smell of muscle tape and menthol balm. The two-week international break had just ended, and almost the entire Dortmund starting lineup returned looking exhausted.

The Norwegian striker buried his face in his pillow and complained bitterly: "Damn the national team schedule! We played two games in Oslo in sub-zero temperatures. Now my legs feel like lead. Son, you don't have to report to the national team. This kind of life is insanely enviable."

Sun Yang sat on the bench, tucked the shin guards into his socks, and casually patted Haaland's thick calves.

"Save your energy, Erling. Coach Terzich just saw your medical report this morning, and your lactate levels are off the charts. You won't even make the squad for the game against Hoffenheim this weekend; you'll just have to stay in the stands and watch."

Sancho, wearing huge headphones and with droopy eyelids, weakly raised his hand: "Me too. I felt like I lost half my life flying back from London. We're counting on you for the away game this weekend, man. After all, you're our midfield engine now."

Terčić strode into the locker room, tactical board tucked under his arm. Without a word, the young coach posted the starting lineup directly on the whiteboard.

To conserve energy for the Champions League opener next week and to combat the FIFA virus brought on by the FIFA international break, Terčić decisively made extensive rotations. Only Sun Yang remained in the starting lineup of the attacking trident, while Haaland, Sancho, and Bellingham all rested. Supporting Sun Yang were young substitutes such as Passlack, Reina, and Moukoko.

This weekend, in the fourth round of the Bundesliga, Borussia Dortmund will play away against Hoffenheim.

The Rhein-Neckar Arena only had one-third of its seats open. Hoffenheim's coach, Sebastian, stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed. Before the match, he had specifically instructed his defensive midfielders to man-mark Sun Yang. Whenever Dortmund's number 10 got the ball, even if it meant fouling, two players would have to go up and physically battle him, disrupting the rhythm of the game.

Unfortunately, Sebastian miscalculated one thing. Sun Yang today is no longer the hothead he was last season, the one who only knew how to floor the gas pedal and force his way through.

After the match started, Hoffenheim's players were horrified to discover less than ten minutes into the game that Sun Yang was not physically competing with them at all.

Before receiving the ball each time, Sun Yang had already used Pirlo's long pass vision to survey the entire field, as if he had a cheat code for the whole map. Just as two Hoffenheim defenders lunged at him, Sun Yang had already deftly flicked the ball away.

He took the essence of "health-conscious football" he learned from the German veterans on the Cologne baseball field to the extreme: never fully execute a movement, always leaving half a beat of lead time for power generation.

Hoffenheim's midfield was like two bulls being toyed with by a matador. They made fierce tackles time and time again, but couldn't even touch the hem of Sun Yang's jersey.

With his shuffling steps honed from childhood opera training, Sun Yang, relying on Rijkaard's spatial cutting techniques, tore Hoffenheim's defense to shreds.

Dortmund's young substitutes were extremely comfortable under Sun Yang's guidance, and their attacks flowed smoothly.

In the 75th minute, Sun Yang received the ball just outside the penalty area. The opposing center-back, in a frenzy, launched a sliding tackle from behind. Sun Yang, as if guided by instinct, anticipated his opponent's move, controlled the ball with his foot, pulled it back, and used the momentum of the opponent's charge to fall to the ground.

The referee promptly blew his whistle, awarding Dortmund a direct free kick from 24 meters out, in an excellent position.

Sun Yang stood up, brushed the grass clippings off his shorts, and walked to the penalty spot.

He took five steps back and took a deep breath. He ran up, slammed his left foot into the turf for support, and then precisely applied power with the inside of his right foot below and to the side of the ball.

Beckham's signature "banana kick" has reappeared. The ball traced an exaggerated arc over the wall of players and, amidst the goalkeeper's desperate save, slammed into the top corner of the goal with a resounding thud.

1-0. Borussia Dortmund easily secured three points away from home.

There was no excessive celebration after the match. The entire team took a bus back to Dortmund overnight, and after a brief rest, flew directly to Rome, Italy early the next morning. In their first Champions League Group F match, they will face Italian powerhouse Lazio away from home.