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

The Westfalenstadion was completely transformed into a sea of ​​yellow and black celebrations.

The 75,000 Borussia Dortmund home fans, plus the 5,000 Paris Saint-Germain fans who were strictly confined to the away stands by security personnel, nearly blew the roof off the entire stadium.

A giant poster, thirty meters high, was hung in the South Stand today, depicting a Champions League crown, a symbol of royalty. Tens of thousands of powerful flashlights lit up simultaneously, swaying in unison against the night sky to the deafening team anthem.

The air was filled with the smell of high-concentration alcohol fermentation, mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder produced by cold fireworks.

There are still twenty minutes until the match officially begins.

Inside the ultra-luxurious VIP box on the upper level of the stadium, with the best view, was a completely different, harmonious atmosphere.

Reinhard Raubal, president of Borussia Dortmund, walked blushing as he approached the sofa, carrying two glasses of fine champagne. He handed one of the glasses to Alexander Ceferin, the current president of UEFA, who was seated there.

"Mr. President, look at these crazy lads outside." Raubal pointed to the stands outside the one-way glass. "I bet the global viewership for today's match will break the Champions League Round of 16 record of the last three years."

Ceferin took the champagne, sipped it, and turned his gaze to the center of the field.

"Reinhard, you've struck gold this time. All of Europe is envious of you for putting Sun Yang and Haaland together like a puzzle." Ceferin put down his glass, making no attempt to hide his admiration. "UEFA desperately needs these new generation idols with global influence, especially in the vast Asian market."

Upon hearing this, Diana, who was sitting on the leather sofa on the other side of the private room, gracefully picked up her coffee cup and gave a slight nod to the two football luminaries.

As Sun Yang's mother and agent, Diana wore an extremely sophisticated haute couture business suit today.

Sitting next to her was Haaland's father, Haaland Sr.

The Puma operations director, who had spent real money to sign Sun Yang's sponsorship contract, was by Diana's side, his smile never fading.

The stadium's loudspeakers were playing upbeat, rhythmic warm-up music.

Suddenly, a group of boys, only seven or eight years old, walked out from the center of the field. Led by Sun Yang's father, Sun Wu, they ran quickly towards the center circle of the field.

The group of foreign boys were all dressed in bright yellow traditional Chinese Peking Opera monkey costumes. They were also holding specially made miniature models of the Golden Cudgel.

The 80,000 fans in the stadium fell silent for three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, captured by the live broadcast's close-up shots, this group of blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign monkeys actually began to do a series of somersaults in perfect unison on the flat grass of Westvall.

After completing seven or eight consecutive front flips, the group of kids struck a perfectly executed "Monkey King exploring the sea" pose.

The group of burly German men who had just been drinking beer in the south stand suddenly erupted in thunderous applause and screams.

Inside the VIP box, Dortmund president Raubal applauded directly in front of the glass.

"Ms. Diana, your business move was brilliant." Raubal turned to Diana and praised her, "Bringing the London children's Peking Opera troupe to perform in our central arc not only enlivened the atmosphere but also accomplished an incredible cultural export in front of a global live broadcast."

The Puma operations director quickly stepped in to chat.

"Mr. Chairman, you have no idea! Ever since Sun Wu showed off that shin guard resembling the Monkey King in the match against Augsburg, along with that incredible celebration of doing nine somersaults, all our Monkey King-themed sports merchandise in all our stores across Europe has sold out!" The director stood up excitedly. "Even European kids in the London community who went to sign up for Chinese opera somersault lessons have been crowding the doors of the theater where Mr. Sun Wu is located."

At this very moment, the CCTV sports channel live broadcast room, which is watched by millions of fans across the country, is also bustling with excitement.

Due to the unprecedented level of attention this match garnered in China, CCTV Sports Channel unusually fielded a top-tier commentary team. Football poet He Wei sat in the center, flanked by his commentary partner Xu Yang, and former national team player Yang Chen, who had left a glorious mark on Eintracht Frankfurt in the Bundesliga, was specially invited as a guest commentator.

The television screen cut directly to a group of foreign caddies on the field, posing in the shape of the Monkey King exploring the sea.

He Wei pushed up his glasses, spoke into the microphone, his voice deep and resonant.

"Viewers at home, what you are seeing now is not a temple fair in Tianqiao, Beijing, but the Westfalenstadion in Dortmund, Germany, the most intimidating home ground in all of Europe."

On the stage of the UEFA Champions League, representing the highest level of competition in world football, a group of European children are showcasing the ancient Chinese art of Peking Opera. This cultural fusion across thousands of miles all originates from that young Chinese man wearing the Dortmund number 29 jersey. The ancient Eastern dragon is awakening on the green field. The Silk Road once connected trade between East and West, and today, Sun Yang, with the black and white football at his feet, perfectly stitches together the romance of traditional Chinese culture and the iron will of German football.

Countless domestic football fans who stayed up all night to watch the game were thrilled by He Wei's poetic commentary.

Xu Yang, who was standing nearby, quickly steered the conversation back to the competitive aspect.

"Mr. He Wei is absolutely right. But tonight, Sun Yang faces the biggest challenge of his career so far." Xu Yang held a newly printed list of starting lineups for both sides. "Judging from the tactics, Dortmund's head coach Favre has fielded a very aggressive 3-4-3 formation today."

Yang Chen chimed in with his analysis.

"That's right, the front three: on the left is the sharp-breaking Sancho, in the middle is the Nordic giant Haaland, and on the right is captain Reus. In midfield, Sun Yang orchestrates the attack, with veteran Witsel acting as the first line of defense alongside him, doing the dirty work. On the wings are Guerreiro and Hakimi. The defense is led by Hummels."

Yang Chen drew several circles on the tactics board with a pen.

"Coach Xu, this is Favre's brilliance, but also a risky move forced upon him. Tuchel's side has fielded a 3-4-2-1 formation. Navas is in goal, the defensive core is the veteran Thiago Silva, and Kurzawa and Verratti are the midfield partners. What's most frightening is their attacking lineup."

Yang Chen took a deep breath and named several players who would give any defender in Europe a headache.

「7号姆巴佩顶在最前面。10号内马尔和11号迪马利亚在他身后两翼齐飞。多特这套3-4-3，防线身后会留下大片开阔地。一旦让维拉蒂把球择出来，姆巴佩的速度能直接把多特蒙德的后防线给突成漏斗。」

He Wei nodded and summarized.

"Therefore, the key to winning this match is not in the forward line, but in the midfield. Whether Dortmund can win depends entirely on whether Sun Yang can control the rhythm of Dortmund's midfield machine tonight under the stranglehold of Verratti and Kurzawa."