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

Kimmich was carried into the players' tunnel on a stretcher. In the stands, the die-hard fans in the yellow and black of the south stand erupted in a wild cheer that seemed to lift the roof off.

Tolisso stood on the sideline, his face ashen, as the fourth official checked his cleats. Bayern Munich were forced to use their first valuable substitution after just 35 minutes.

Referee Graf blew his whistle to let the ball go.

Tolisso strode across the white line and headed straight for Goretzka.

"The coach told me to push forward, and you cover the back. Let's not bump into each other."

With their key player injured and forced to leave the field, Bayern Munich, the Bavarian giants, were playing with full intensity. Head coach Flick stood in the control area, roaring and waving his hands wildly forward, signaling for the entire team to move forward and launch a high press.

Tolisso filled the void left by Kimmich. The Frenchman had just entered the game with full energy, and his eyes were immediately locked on Sun Yang, who had just been stealing the spotlight.

Dortmund throws the ball in from their own half. Akanji finds Reina who has dropped back to receive it, but before Reina can get the ball down, Goretzka crashes into him from behind, knocking the young American down into a muddy ditch.

The whistle didn't sound, so the collision was justified.

The ball rolled towards the center. Sun Yang strode over, and just as he stopped the ball with the inside of his right foot, a strong gust of wind came from his left rear.

Tolisso floored the accelerator, like a runaway armored vehicle, slamming into Sun Yang's back while his right toe subtly kicked at Sun Yang's supporting leg. It was clear he was going to use the Dortmund captain as a sacrifice!

boom!

The dull thud of muscles and bones colliding is enough to make your teeth ache.

Sun Yang had anticipated this, and he suddenly shifted his center of gravity, his iron legs making his chassis feel like it was made of reinforced concrete. Tolisso's move not only failed to knock Sun Yang away, but the huge reaction force also made him stagger, and his dirty trick missed its mark.

Sun Yang steadily protected the ball, and with a light flick of his right ankle, he passed the ball to Guerrero on the left wing.

The ball was passed out, and Sun Yang suddenly turned around, staring at Tolisso who hadn't even stood up straight yet, and opened his mouth in authentic French, even with the accent of the slums of the 93rd arrondissement of Paris.

"Didn't you eat a baguette this morning? That limp, weak jolt you picked up from your grandma?"

Tolisso froze on the spot, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He never dreamed that this Asian kid in front of him could utter French profanities even more fluently than he could.

"Shut up, you yellow-skinned brat! I'll cripple you, ball and all, in a minute!" Tolisso, enraged, retorted in French.

Sun Yang sneered, stepped closer to Tolisso, and spoke into his face in French: "With your pitiful price tag and fixed salary, you don't even deserve to touch my shoes. If you dare to play dirty again, you'll be the next one on a stretcher."

Tolisso was about to retort when a sudden change occurred in the attacking third.

Bayern's suffocating attack began to backfire on Dortmund. Having endured a series of grueling matches, Dortmund suffered three more losses before the game. Their fatal weakness of fatigue was completely exposed under Bayern's relentless onslaught.

In the 43rd minute, Müller made a strong run down the right flank and dispossessed Delaney. The 31-year-old Danish midfielder braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, completely exhausted, even the strength to turn and chase back had been drained.

Müller cut inside and passed across. Lewandowski, with his back to Hummels, turned and unleashed a powerful shot without adjusting.

The ball skimmed along the slippery grass, heading straight for the corner. Goalkeeper Bürki made a spectacular save, barely managing to touch the ball with his fingertips, keeping it out of the net.

Bayern Munich corner kick.

Alfonso took a tactical corner kick, and Gnabry made a powerful run down the flank, causing chaos in the Dortmund penalty area.

In the final ten minutes of the first half, Westfalen's half turned into a half-field attack and defense drill for Bayern Munich.

Sancho was completely immobilized on the left flank, his basic passing and receiving were severely hampered. Dortmund's formation was compressed into a 30-meter danger zone, and their goal was on the verge of collapse.

In this leaky situation, Sun Yang became the last patcher in Dortmund's defense.

With the heart and lungs of a perpetual motion machine, Sun Yang ran wildly all over the court, filling in wherever someone was missing.

One second he was sliding in at the edge of the penalty area to disrupt Müller's through ball, and the next second he appeared on the wing, using his body to forcefully block Gnabry's cross.

He truly became an emotionless sweeping machine, single-handedly patching up Bayern's overwhelming firepower network until it was completely impenetrable.

drop!

Referee Graf finally blew the whistle to end the first half.

The Dortmund players breathed a sigh of relief, their heads drooping as they walked toward the players' tunnel. Hummels ripped off his mud-caked jersey, grimacing as he rubbed the aching muscles in the back of his thighs.

The atmosphere in the locker room was extremely oppressive.

Apart from Sun Yang and Haaland, the rest of the starting lineup were slumped on the benches. The team doctor was handing out baskets of energy gels and sports drinks to everyone, and the only sound in the room was their heavy, labored breathing.

Terzic entered with a grim face, his brows furrowing deeply as he looked at his disciples' exhausted state.

With a depleted squad playing two matches a week, holding onto a 1-1 draw in the first half was a result the entire team fought tooth and nail for. But Bayern's bench boasts a group of formidable multi-million dollar stars; without a decisive move in the second half, their defense will inevitably be torn apart.

Snapped!

Terzic slammed his hand on the tactical board.

"Listen, lads! You guys played really hard in the first half. But we're running out of energy." The coach pointed to the whiteboard. "We need to change tactics in the second half. Darnier (Delaney), you come down and rest. Jude, go warm up and get ready to play."

Seventeen-year-old Bellingham suddenly stood up and ripped off his training vest.

"Jaden, how's your leg?" Terzic asked Sancho, who was standing in the corner.

Sancho gulped down half a bottle of water, then waved his hand with a wry smile: "I have early signs of a strain in my left calf, so I can't get going."

Terzic decisively erased two names from the tactics board: "Torgan (Hazard), you replace Jaden. Play with two defensive midfielders in the second half, stabilize the basics first."

Then, he turned his head and stared intently at Sun Yang, who was changing into a dry jersey.

"Son, I'm completely freeing you up. Push you up, back to the number 10 position! Leave all the dirty work of defense in the second half to Jude and Axel (Witsel). Your only task is to get the ball, orchestrate the play, and completely tear apart Bayern's multi-million dollar defense!"

Sun Yang smoothed the captain's armband on his left arm, wiped his wet black hair behind his head, and strode to the center of the locker room.

His gaze swept over each of his teammates, who were panting heavily.

"Brothers, look at the mess we've made of." Sun Yang pointed back at the tightly closed wooden door. "Those nouveau riche guys in red outside think they can just replace us with some replacements worth tens of millions and run wild on our turf and take away three points."

In the corner, Haaland suddenly looked up, his pale blue eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Sun Yang slammed his fist on the whiteboard, making a loud thud: "This is Westfall! As long as that damn referee hasn't blown the final whistle, even the King of Heaven himself can't snatch victory from us! In the second half, put all your energy into positioning. As long as you're there, I guarantee the ball will feel more comfortable on your feet than your girlfriend's caress. Got it?!"

"Take them down!" Bellingham roared, leading the charge.

The demoralized morale suddenly exploded, and terrifying battle roars, like a pack of wolves breaking out of their encirclement, erupted in the Yellow and Black Legion's locker room.