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

On the private plane bound for Rome, the engine emitted a deep roar.

Marcus, the tactical analyst for Borussia Dortmund, carrying a thick stack of data reports, walked across the aisle and plopped down in the empty seat next to Sun Yang. He slammed a tactical map marked with red lines onto Sun Yang's tray table.

"Look at this, Son. Sarri, that old Italian, is a complete tactical fanatic!" Marcus slammed his pen down on the starting lineup prediction chart.

「拉齐奥打的是最复古也最野蛮的3-5-2阵型。看到中路这几个人没有？除了负责发牌的10号阿尔贝托，6号雷瓦是个老资格的意甲屠夫。更麻烦的是这个21号。」

Marcus poked the name of number 21 with the tip of his pen.

"Milinkovic. He's 1.91 meters tall and weighs over 80 kilograms. He's a Serbian giant who sweeps wildly between the two penalty areas, one of the top box-to-box midfielders in Serie A. His heading ability and physical strength are among the top ten in all of Europe."

Sun Yang looked down at the data, picked up a glass of soda and took a sip, showing no sign of nervousness.

Terzic stood at the front of the cabin, holding a tactical board and loudly instructing the team on their countermeasures.

"Lazio's two wing-backs, Fares and Marusic, are very capable of running up and down the pitch. We must keep them pinned down on the flanks. Erling, you must put enough pressure on their three center-backs in the attacking third. Acerbi is slow to turn, exploit that weakness and attack him relentlessly."

Terčić singled out Sun Yang: "Sun, you need to drop five meters back in this match, near the center circle. Sarri will definitely use Milinkovic and Leiva to take turns wearing you down. I need you to be the iron rod that breaks down their formation. Hold onto the ball and orchestrate our attack."

Sun Yang leaned back in his chair and gave an OK sign.

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Rome Leonardo da Vinci International Airport.

As soon as the Dortmund team pushed open the door to the arrival tunnel, a flurry of flashbulbs went off. Italian sports journalists are known for their sharp tongues and tendency to fan the flames.

Dozens of microphones were shoved right in front of Haaland and Sun Yang.

"Son! This is your first time playing in a Champions League away game as the Bundesliga MVP. Are you prepared to have your leg broken by an Italian defender?"

"Haaland! Before the match, European Golden Boot winner Immobile declared he'd teach this young man what a real striker is like. What do you think?"

Haaland, like a wild bear disturbed from its meal, glared at the reporter who asked the question, utterly disdainful of empty talk, and strode towards the bus, pushing aside the microphone.

Sun Yang, who had already taken two steps forward, stopped abruptly upon hearing this. He ripped off his sunglasses and stared intently at the Italian reporter who had asked the question. A twenty-year-old who had just secured a core position in the top 10 of his class couldn't tolerate such humiliation.

"Break my leg?" Sun Yang scoffed, his youthful arrogance on full display. "Then please tell those Serie A defenders to aim better when they slide tackle. Otherwise, they won't even be able to touch my taillights and will only be left to eat my exhaust fumes."

On match night, the Olympic Stadium was filled with a long-awaited roar of excitement. Due to strict local health regulations, the stadium, which can normally hold more than 70,000 people, only had 10,000 Lazio fans in attendance that night.

But the roar of these mere ten thousand people, echoing back and forth within this historic circular stadium, somehow created a tense and deadly atmosphere reminiscent of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

In the players' tunnel.

The starting players from both teams lined up to enter the field. Borussia Dortmund wore their traditional yellow and black jerseys, while Lazio sported their classic sky blue kit.

The atmosphere in the tunnel was as tense as a pressure cooker. Immobile stood at the front of the team, occasionally turning back to give Haaland a defiant look. Meanwhile, in midfield, Milinkovic was chewing gum, looking down at Sun Yang standing beside him.

Standing at 1.91 meters tall with muscular physiques that seem to burst out of his jersey, this Serbian tough guy is like a thorny, load-bearing wall.

He grinned at Sun Yang in broken English, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Kid from the Bundesliga," Milinkovic chewed his gum. "Welcome to the Olympics. If your bones get broken later, you'd better lie on the grass crying for your mother. Our Italian team doctor is very gentle."

Sun Yang looked up and met Milinkovic's provocative gaze, showing no mercy to the other man.

"I hope those muscles of yours can still hold up after ninety minutes." Sun Yang's tone was cold and unyielding. "I don't like riding a tractor, and I especially don't like riding a dead dog."

Reva, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and glared at Sun Yang with a vicious look, like a venomous snake.

Referee Clement Tilpin blew his whistle, signaling for both teams to prepare to enter the field. Accompanied by the deafening Champions League theme song, the two teams stepped onto the brightly lit pitch.

With a long whistle from Tilpan, the first round of matches in Group F of the Champions League officially kicked off.

Dortmund kicked off first. Haaland passed the ball to Sun Yang, then charged into the heart of Lazio's three-man defense like a wild beast unleashed.

As soon as Sun Yang brought the ball to a stop, he immediately felt the suffocating feeling of an Italian-level defense.

Lazio's five-man midfield defensive line pressed forward like a mousetrap. Unlike Bundesliga teams that press haphazardly, they meticulously cut off passing lanes. Leiva positioned himself at the edge of the penalty area to block through balls, Alberto shut down crosses, and Milinkovic, like a whirlwind, aggressively closed in on Sun Yang.

Sarri's tactical intention was clear: to put the young MVP under full pressure from the very first minute and completely crush his spirit.

Sun Yang shielded the ball with his left foot, while his right shoulder subtly dropped half an inch. His gaze swept forward, and Makelele's positional awareness, like a radar, activated, precisely pinpointing the blind spot lurking beneath Milinkovic's sprinting path.

The Serbian tank completely ignored the feints. Relying on his massive physical advantage, he charged forward without slowing down, simultaneously extending his long leg to sweep the ball directly towards its landing point. This was a typical Serie A-style brutal tackle, carrying immense physical pressure.

If it were half a month ago, Sun Yang would definitely have relied on the abnormal explosive power of Caniggia, the Son of Wind, to force his way through and overpower the opponent.

But now, the essence of slow pace taught by Barak and Matthäus is playing back in his mind.

Sun Yang didn't try to go head-to-head at all. Just 0.5 seconds before Milinkovic's long leg was about to sweep the ball, Sun Yang deftly flicked the ball upwards with the tip of his right foot, as if by magic.

The ball left the turf with a slight arc, just clearing the gleaming studs. At the same time, Sun Yang tightened his core, utilizing the abnormal coordination brought by Ibrahimovic's god-like flexibility, and nimbly dodged Milinkovic's charging body.

The two men's shoulders collided with a loud thud at high speed.

With a screeching sound of tearing jersey fabric, Milinkovic's eyes widened, feeling as if he had crashed into a solid steel plate covered in foam. The powerful reaction force actually made this 1.91-meter-tall man lose his balance.

Sun Yang pulled the ball back smoothly, executing a clean Marseille turn, slipping past Milinkovic like an eel, and landing the ball back under his feet.

The boos that the 10,000 home fans in the stands were all abruptly cut off.

Reva was shocked, completely unprepared for Milinkovic's chokehold to be so easily neutralized in the first round. The veteran, disregarding his formation, immediately went down from the side and revealed his studs, launching a vicious sliding tackle straight at Sun Yang's ankle.