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

Thirty-fifth minute of the match.

Bayern Munich launched another attack outside Dortmund's penalty area. Müller received the ball at the edge of the box, flicked his right ankle, and prepared to play a through ball to Gnabry, who was making a run down the flank.

Just as Müller was about to pass the ball, Sun Yang made his move.

He completely abandoned his original defensive area and, relying on Maldini-level top-notch defensive anticipation, slid out along the slippery grass.

The ball had just left Müller's toes when it was firmly intercepted by Sun Yang's outstretched right leg.

Before Müller could react, and as he tried to press forward, Sun Yang leaped up from the grass, dribbled the ball forward, and immediately looked up to observe the attacking third.

The "point and shoot" talent is fully activated!

Sun Yang pointed sharply with his left hand toward the gap slightly to the left of the center line, and then slammed his right foot forward with force.

boom!

The ball kicked up a splash of water, skimming the muddy grass, and forcefully cleaved a bloody path through the gap between Bayern's two layers of defense, finding Haaland roaming in the middle of the field with perfect accuracy.

Haaland used his broad back to shield Boateng behind him, controlled the ball firmly with his left foot, and then executed a powerful half-turn.

Those long legs slammed off the turf, and his massive 90-kilogram body unleashed a terrifying initial speed. Boateng didn't even manage to grab the hem of the jersey that had been used to commit the foul; he was left far behind. The Nordic monster raced at full speed towards Bayern's half.

This was a long-planned, deadly counterattack by Dortmund.

On the flanks of the attacking third, Sancho and Reina made frantic runs and cuts. Meanwhile, in the backfield, Sun Yang, who delivered a through ball, pushed Kante's perpetual motion machine to its limits, as he sprinted down the central line to keep up.

With four arrows fired simultaneously, Bayern's defense immediately sounded the highest level of air raid sirens.

Haaland dribbled forward, and it looked like Dortmund's attacking formation was about to fully unfold and pose a deadly threat.

Just then, a red figure chased after Haaland from behind.

It's Kimmich!

As Bayern's midfield shield, Kimmich knew that if he didn't foul to break up this counter-attack, it would most likely result in a goal conceded.

He became desperate and, from a distance of two meters behind Haaland, launched a vicious sliding tackle.

Kimmich revealed the steel studs on his shoes, gliding along the grass, his target Haaland's ankle.

According to the conventional logic of professional matches, if a striker running at full speed is tackled from the side or behind with such a heavy-handed tackle, he will either tumble to the ground or break his leg on the spot.

But what happened next made everyone present gasp in shock.

Kimmich's right knee and foot collided squarely with the outside of Haaland's left knee as he was putting pressure on it.

Accompanied by a dull thud of muscles colliding.

Haaland, who is 1.95 meters tall and weighs nearly 90 kilograms, only staggered two steps uncontrollably when he was tackled.

His powerful core strength and monstrous lower body muscles absorbed the destructive force of the flying tackle. The Norse behemoth adjusted its center of gravity, pushed off the ground with its right foot, and immediately regained its footing.

Haaland completely ignored the tackle on his left leg and continued to dribble the ball toward Bayern's penalty area, his speed not even slowing down much!

Kimmich, who completed the sliding tackle, suffered a terrifying physical backlash.

When his right knee struck Haaland's seemingly indestructible knee, the immense reaction force directly destroyed his knee ligaments.

Kimmich lost his balance on the grass and rolled around in the mud three or four times before letting out a piercing scream.

He clutched his right knee with both hands, curling up in agony like a shrimp, his facial features completely distorted, unable to stand up at all.

Referee Graf was just a few meters away, and he could see everything clearly.

The attack is advantageous!

Graf raised his hands forward to indicate that the match should continue, and did not blow the whistle to stop the game!

Haaland has already reached the edge of the penalty area.

Alaba desperately tracked back to cover, trying to block Haaland's shooting angle. Haaland didn't slow down at all; he used his absolute strength to force his way past Alaba, unleashing a powerful, unstoppable left-footed shot.

boom!

The ball, with a terrifying whistling sound, flew like a cannonball towards the bottom right corner of the goal.

Bayern Munich goalkeeper Manuel Neuer displayed world-class goalkeeping reflexes. In the nick of time, he dove to the ground and executed an incredible split.

Neuer's long left leg, clad in an oversized shoe, miraculously blocked the powerful shot on the goal line.

The ball deflected, bounced high, changed its trajectory, and flew towards the far post on the left side of the goal.

Neuer collapsed to the ground, Alaba and Lucas's defensive formation had long been torn to shreds by Haaland.

Bayern's goal was now completely empty.

Just as the ball was about to drop at the far post.

A figure wearing a yellow and black number 10 jersey appeared as if by divine intervention in front of the ball's landing point.

It's Sun Yang!

With the explosive power of the Wind Child wielding Caniggia and the stamina of an endless machine, he sprinted eighty meters from his own penalty area, creating this fatal second chance.

Looking at the ball in mid-air, Sun Yang did not hesitate at all. Four meters away from the goal, he pushed off the ground with both legs and stretched his body completely in mid-air.

"Like a fish leaping to the top!"

He was almost parallel to the grass, like a flying fish leaping out of the water, his forehead striking the ball with perfect precision.

The ball, under Sun Yang's powerful header, became a blur and smashed into Bayern Munich's empty net without any suspense!

One to one!

Dortmund pulled off a stunning comeback and equalized!

Neuer lay in front of the goal, closing his eyes in pain.

After landing, Sun Yang slid through the mud for a distance before getting up from the grass. Instead of running to the corner flag to celebrate, he turned around and strode towards Haaland, who had just scored the decisive goal. The two bumped chests and embraced each other in mid-air.

The entire Westfalenstadion erupted into utter madness! Even with the torrential rain, the frenzied roars of tens of thousands of Dortmund die-hard fans were enough to lift the ceiling.

"Goal stands!"

Referee Graf pointed to the center circle with one arm, signaling that a goal had been confirmed.

But the next second, he immediately blew a sharp whistle and waved to signal the people outside the field to come in quickly.

At that moment, near the center circle, Kimmich was still rolling around on the grass, howling in agony.

Bayern's chief team doctor, carrying a medical kit, trudged onto the pitch, his steps uneven.

The team doctor knelt in the mud and water, pressed down on Kimmich's right leg and conducted a brief examination. His face turned deathly pale instantly.

Without hesitation, the team doctor turned to the Bayern coaching bench and made a substitution gesture with his arms crossed.

A severe tear in the meniscus of my right knee! I simply cannot continue playing!

Flick, standing on the sidelines, was struck dumb, and the tactical board in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

On the bench, Tolisso frantically ripped off his training vest and quickly warmed up on the sidelines.

The stretcher team quickly entered the scene and carefully carried Kimmich, who was rolling his eyes in pain, onto the stretcher.

As soon as the stretcher was lifted, referee Graf strode forward with a blank expression.

He pulled a yellow card from his jacket pocket and raised it high towards Kimmich, who was lying on the stretcher in excruciating pain.

Dangerous foul! Yellow card warning!

This was an incredibly surreal scene in world football: a defender made a dirty tackle on an attacking player, resulting in the tackler being seriously injured and stretchered off the field, while the player who was tackled didn't even break a layer of skin, continuing to play lively and even contributing to a goal.

A classic case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead!

The stark contrast left the reporters on the sidelines and the fans watching the broadcast feeling completely stunned.

All eyes were once again focused on Haaland. What material was this Norwegian behemoth's skeleton made of? It completely defied common sense in human biology!

The moment he stands there, he's like an unreasonable, heavy-duty road roller. Using conventional foul tactics against him is pure suicide.

Haaland stood on the grass, coldly watching Kimmich being carried away on a stretcher. Instead of showing any sympathy, he arrogantly spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with rainwater.

"With that kind of flimsy bone, you dare to try your hand at logging? Even the dogs at the logging camp back home are tougher than you."

Sun Yang strode forward, forcefully wiping the rain off his face with his left arm, which was adorned with the captain's armband, his eyes fixed on Bayern's defense, which had begun to crack, like a hungry wolf.

"Don't rush, this is just the appetizer." Sun Yang twisted his neck, his joints cracking with a series of crisp sounds, exuding an air of dominance.