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

Referee Manuel Graf glanced down at his watch, his chest heaved, and a sharp whistle ripped through the murky rain over Westphalia.

The seventh round of the Bundesliga, the Der Klassiker, has officially begun.

Bayern Munich had no intention of observing any away team etiquette. Coach Flick stood on the sidelines and waved his hand, signaling Bayern to immediately push their formation forward.

These Munich fans know all too well what Dortmund's current hand is like.

With two matches in a week, insufficient bench depth, and a large number of key players sidelined with injuries, Dortmund is currently a wounded wolf struggling to breathe. Bayern Munich's plan is meticulous: to strike while Dortmund is weakened, using their most prized high-pressing tactics to strangle the Black and Yellows in their own half.

Gnabry and Coman, on the flanks, were like two heavy supercars with their accelerators welded shut, launching an indiscriminate assault on Dortmund's crippled defense.

Dortmund was forced to retreat across the board.

The formation was compressed to the extreme, with players packed tightly between the two sidelines. Apart from Haaland, who roamed around the halfway line like a lone wolf, acting as a bridgehead for counterattacks, all the other Dortmund players were using their bodies to form a wall within their own 30-meter zone.

Sun Yang retreated voluntarily, transforming himself into the most ruthless sweeper in the penalty area.

As soon as Bayern's ball moves into the danger zone, that figure wearing the number 10 jersey will definitely be the first to rush to the scene.

The match is in the twelfth minute.

Müller received the ball in the flank and attempted a cutback pass. Just as the ball left his foot, Sun Yang, anticipating Makelele's positioning, accelerated ahead and forcefully blocked the path, clearing the ball out of bounds with a flying tackle.

Eighteenth minute.

Coman made a last-second cut inside from the right wing, raising his thigh in preparation for a powerful shot. Sun Yang, with the freakish lungs of Kanté's perpetual motion machine, sprinted over ten meters to cover, throwing himself horizontally into the air and using his broad back to smother Coman's cannonball.

Bayern's offensive was like a raging torrent, but Dortmund, thanks to Sun Yang's tireless sweeping and covering, managed to keep the score at 0-0.

This intense, meat-grinding defense completely clashed Sun Yang and Bayern's midfield maestro Kimmich.

These two were evenly matched in the mid lane, exchanging blows every few minutes.

Kimmich played extremely aggressively today, his footwork became increasingly dirty, and he frequently made sneaky maneuvers on the defensive end, using all sorts of hidden tricks on Sun Yang.

"Still breastfeeding, Asian kid? Your legs are as weak as Munich's white sausages!" After a brutal scramble for the ball, Kimmich deliberately shoved Sun Yang hard with his shoulder, spewing Bavarian trash talk from his mouth.

Sun Yang's multilingual talent immediately kicked in. Without even taking a breath, he retorted in the most authentic and unrefined Munich dialect.

"Watch your ankles, Joshua. I'll make sure you look like a mentally challenged kid looking for his mom on the court later."

Kimmich's face suddenly darkened, his cleats practically shattering the turf as he intensified his pressing.

The intense exchange between the two key players in midfield, while effectively shutting down Kimmich's passing options, also created openings for Bayern's other attacking players.

The match has reached the 25th minute.

Bayern executed a smooth passing combination in the attacking third. Müller received the ball on the right flank at the edge of the penalty area, feigned a descent, and then flicked his toes to deliver a pinpoint, low cross that headed straight for the far post of Dortmund's penalty area.

That place is the absolute hunting ground for Polish striker Robert Lewandowski.

The terrifying dominance of the world's number one center forward was on full display at this moment. He leaped high into the air as if he were a springboard, and with the huge momentum of his forward run, his thick knee slammed into Akanji's lower back like a battering ram.

Akanji let out a harsh groan, lost his balance, and fell into the muddy grass like a broken sack.

Lewandowski outjumped the fallen Akanji mid-air and powerfully headed the ball towards goal. The ball bounced off the turf and changed direction erratically. Even with Bürki's desperate save, he was a fraction too late; the ball grazed the inside of the post and nestled into the net.

Zero to one.

Bayern Munich broke through the deadlock in a tough away game.

After scoring, Lewandowski didn't even bother to celebrate. He glanced down at Akanji, who was still writhing in the mud, with an arrogant sneer on his lips, and turned to walk back.

This malicious clash, driven by ulterior motives, ignited a powder keg within the entire Dortmund team.

Chaos erupted in the penalty area as players from both sides charged at each other, shoving and hurling insults.

Haaland, like a Nordic bear breaking free of its shackles, strode through the crowd and grabbed Kimmich by the collar as he laughed triumphantly. The two then locked in a fierce confrontation near the penalty spot, neither willing to back down.

"What the hell are you laughing at! Are you blind?! Can't you see those filthy black feet?!" Harland roared hysterically in broken German, spitting all over Kimmich's face.

Kimmich was no pushover; he reached out and pushed hard against Haaland's broad chest.

"This is the most legal physical confrontation ever! You bunch of cowards might as well go back to your hospital rooms and play soccer!"

It looked like the shoving was about to escalate into a large-scale brawl involving more than a dozen people.

Sun Yang swung his arm and shoved Coman aside, taking three steps in two to directly insert himself between Haaland and Kimmich.

He forcefully pushed the enormous Haaland behind him, then turned around abruptly, staring coldly at Kimmich.

On Sun Yang's left arm, the yellow and black captain's armband that originally belonged to Royce was particularly conspicuous under the searchlights of the rainy night.

"Shut your beak." Sun Yang stared intently at Kimmich, his voice low but penetrating in the chaotic restricted area.

He pointed his index finger heavily at the rotten grass under his feet, his fluent German like a knife to the other man's face.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is Westvallon. Not your backyard where you play house on Seberna Street. You're not qualified to cause trouble here."

Kimmich was stung by the predatory glint in Sun Yang's eyes, and instinctively took a half-step back. But he couldn't swallow his anger, and opened his mouth to continue spewing nonsense.

Referee Graf rushed into the penalty area, forcefully positioned himself between the two players, and pointed his finger at the players who had caused the trouble, giving them a stern verbal warning.

To view VAR.

A minute later, Graf ran back to the center of the field, pointing straight to the center circle with his right hand.

The goal stands.

The video clearly shows that although Lewandowski made a movement when he jumped, it did not constitute an absolute foul within the rules, and the goal could not be changed.

The entire stadium erupted in a deafening chorus of boos that seemed capable of lifting the roof off, with tens of thousands of Dortmund fans in the south stand hurling insults at the referee and the Bayern players' family history.

Kimmich defiantly waved his fist, gave Sun Yang and Haaland a mocking smile that made him want to punch him, and then turned and ran back to his own half of the court.

Sun Yang turned around and patted Haaland's heaving shoulders twice.

"Don't solve problems with your fists." Sun Yang looked at the bloodshot eyes of the Nordic giant, his voice chillingly cold. "Stop your anger, and tear their net apart with a goal later."

Haaland gritted his teeth, nodded heavily, and strode towards the center circle.

Bayern's goal did not deter them; instead, it emboldened the Bavarians to press even harder and more aggressively.

But they had no idea what kind of deadly stinger this wounded hornets would unleash once they were completely cornered.