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

The stands at the Olympic Stadium erupted in chaos.

In this century-old home stadium shared by Lazio and Roma, an Asian lad from the Bundesliga actually scored using the most powerful move of Totti, the spiritual icon of their city rivals Roma! Even his arrogant celebration with his head covered and pointing to the sky was a perfect replica of the classic scene when Totti humiliated Lazio back then.

A deluge of profanities poured down from the stands. Half-eaten apples, crumpled newspapers, lighters, and even coins rained down on the corner flag area.

"Kill that yellow-skinned monkey!"

"This is Lazio territory! Get him out!"

Dozens of riot police wearing fluorescent vests filed out of the tunnel and hurriedly set up riot shields to block the area below the stands, fearing that the group of bloodshot-eyed extremist fans would jump over the iron fence and rush into the stadium.

Referee Tilpan blew his whistle sharply, signaling the field staff to quickly clear away the debris. He jogged over to Sun Yang, his finger almost poking Sun Yang's nose.

"Listen, number ten!" Tilpin's face was ashen, his tone extremely stern. "Stop with your provocative antics! If the game gets out of control, I guarantee you'll be heading back to the locker room for a hot shower right now!"

Sun Yang slowly pulled off his jersey, wiped the sweat from his chin, and innocently shrugged at the referee: "Sir, the night air in Rome is too stuffy, I was just getting some fresh air. Celebrating a goal isn't a foul, is it?"

"Watch your feet and watch your movements," Tilpan warned sternly, then turned and blew his whistle to signal the game to continue.

Reus strode over, grabbed Sun Yang by the neck, and grinned, panting, "Well done, Sun! You're now the enemy of half of Rome. But we need to be careful in the next few tens of minutes; those Italian center-backs are definitely after you."

Dortmund restarted with a lead. Coach Terčić waved his hand on the sidelines, immediately changing the formation.

Sun Yang received the order to drop back, switching positions with the young and energetic Bellingham. The young Englishman's tireless, dog-like running could exert the most direct physical impact on Lazio's defense. Sun Yang, on the other hand, returned to the defensive midfield position, where he could act as the team's brain and share the pressure on the defensive line.

This tiny positional switch plunged Lazio's attack into a quagmire.

Milinkovic was seething with anger and wanted to challenge Sun Yang physically, but he found himself unable to get possession of the ball. After dropping back, Sun Yang didn't try to compete physically with the 1.92-meter Serbian giant at all. Instead, relying on Makelele's off-the-ball positioning, he repeatedly and ghost-like positioned himself in the path of the ball's movement.

Lazio's possession would barely cross halfway when Sun Yang would cleverly intercept it with a long leg or a blocking motion. This defensive style, devoid of any physicality and relying solely on intellect to disrupt the passing network, left the Serie A teams, accustomed to brute force tactics, feeling a deep sense of frustration, like punching cotton.

The game was dragged into first-half stoppage time.

Lazio went all in, pushing their formation significantly forward. Leiva unleashed a long pass from near the center circle, aiming for Immobile in the attacking third.

Immobile braced his broad back against Akanji, chested the ball down, and prepared to turn and shoot.

In the half-second it took for him to unload the ball and turn around, revealing an opening, Sun Yang silently closed in from the side.

There was no reckless sliding tackle, nor any unnecessary physical contact. Sun Yang skillfully anticipated the ball's trajectory, his left foot precisely reaching between Immobile's legs, and with a gentle flick of his toe, he cleanly and decisively intercepted the ball.

Sun Yang didn't stop for a moment, glancing up at the entire field. Lazio pressed forward aggressively, leaving a large, enviable open space behind their defense.

"Run!" Sun Yang suddenly shouted.

With the front three attacking trio plus Bellingham, all four players simultaneously took to high gear and went on a scoring spree.

Sun Yang struck the ball hard with the inside of his right foot. The ball transformed into a streak of white light, tearing through fifty meters of turf and finding Reus lurking on the left wing with pinpoint accuracy.

The Dortmund captain didn't even bother to slow down or adjust. Facing the rapidly closing Serie A defender, Reus found the perfect spot, powerfully flicked the ball on with his head, and delivered a truly imaginative backheel flick.

The ball sailed over the defense and headed toward the goal. This brilliant header caught everyone off guard. Strakosha stumbled backward, unable to jump in time, and could only watch helplessly as the ball slid through the air.

"Bang!"

The ball slammed heavily against the underside of the crossbar, rebounding strongly as it hurtled towards the center of the penalty area.

Chaos erupted instantly inside the penalty area. Haaland and Lazio's center-back Felipe leaped simultaneously like two beasts fighting for food. Their muscles collided in mid-air with a resounding thud, as they desperately battled for the first ball.

Felipe gritted his teeth and, risking injury, managed to kick the ball away before Haaland could extend his foot.

However, this hasty solution only addresses the immediate situation and lacks long-term vision.

Bellingham, who had been lurking behind Haaland like a shadow, arrived. The young Englishman chested down the falling ball, and without waiting for it to bounce, he stretched out his right foot and unleashed a stunning volley!

The ball, leaving a trail of afterimages, forcefully passed through the rows of thighs in the penalty area and roared into the absolute bottom left corner of the goal!

Strakosha couldn't even make a save; in despair, he knelt on the goal line and angrily pounded the turf with his fists.

3-1! In the final seconds of the first half, Dortmund rubbed salt into Lazio's wounds, extending their lead to 3-1!

The whistle blew at the right time to end the first half. The boos that filled the Olympic Stadium noticeably subsided, replaced by the home fans' barely concealed frustration.

The Dortmund players walked arm in arm, chatting and laughing, towards the players' tunnel. Haaland, like a giant bodyguard, put his arm around Bellingham's shoulder and praised the incredible shot in a loud voice.

Sun Yang walked at the back of the group, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel around his neck.

As soon as Sun Yang stepped into the dimly lit corridor, he felt a cold gaze lock onto him.

Lazio coach Sarri was leaning against the locker room door. The wrinkled Italian man removed the cigarette holder he always had in his mouth and stared at Sun Yang with eyes as sharp as a viper.

"Playing football with your brain instead of your body, huh?" Sarri deliberately lowered his hoarse voice and sneered at his assistant coach in Italian, which only the two people around him could hear. "Make substitutions in the second half. Go tell Milinkovic and Leiva to chop that kid's ankle like firewood. Since he likes to hide, I want to see what tricks he can pull off after he breaks his leg in the mud."

The assistant coach swallowed hard and nodded emphatically.

Sun Yang, who was walking ahead, paused.

The system's built-in language pack allowed him to hear the vicious slang perfectly clearly. He slowly turned his head, looked at Sari's sinister face, and suddenly grinned. He held up two fingers and provocatively tapped his temple.

"Want to break my leg? Make your defender eat two tons of spaghetti before you come back, old man."

After uttering that explosive Italian remark, Sun Yang didn't even bother to glance at Sarri again, and unceremoniously pushed open the door to the Dortmund locker room.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from inside the door, shattering the oppressive and somber atmosphere of the passageway.