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

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

As soon as the referee blew his whistle, Dortmund kicked off the attack. Veteran Witsel didn't hesitate this time, decisively abandoning the conservative back passes of the first half, and delivered a low through ball with the outside of his right foot, accurately finding Sun Yang, who had positioned himself as the attacking midfielder.

As soon as Sun Yang received the ball with his back to the goal, Tolisso pounced on him from behind like a vicious dog that had smelled blood, attempting to strangle him.

But Sun Yang didn't give him a chance to fight. He deftly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot, following its trajectory, and used the momentum to make a light half-turn. The ball accurately slipped between Tolisso's spread legs.

A groin dribble!

Enraged, Tolisso reached out to grab Sun Yang's jersey, but couldn't even touch the hem. Sun Yang slammed on the gas, leaving him far behind.

Having broken free from his entanglement, Sun Yang finally revealed his trump card.

He dribbled down the right flank and began to accelerate. Alfonso and Lucas quickly closed in, forming a double-team, attempting to completely surround and eliminate him near the sideline.

Facing Lucas, the French national team player valued at 80 million euros, Sun Yang showed no intention of slowing down.

Caniggia, the Son of the Wind, is unleashing his god-like talent at full power! With a terrifying burst of 10.07 seconds for 100 meters, he's an unstoppable road roller on the grass.

Sun Yang slammed the ball towards the outside, his left shoulder slumping dramatically downwards.

Bayern's defense is on high alert! Lucas thought he was going to cut inside and shoot, so he instinctively shifted his weight completely inward.

In that split second of misalignment, Sun Yang swiftly flicked the ball away with the outside of his right foot, sending it hurtling towards the byline. A simple, yet incredibly fast, shoulder-drop change of direction!

Lucas lost his balance, slipped, and tumbled awkwardly into the mud.

Sun Yang made a fierce cut along the baseline into Bayern's penalty area, going one-on-one with the goalkeeper!

Facing the world's best goalkeeper, Sun Yang had already locked onto the heart of the penalty area with his peripheral vision. Without seeking personal gain, he swiftly swung his leg and deftly flicked the ball with the instep of his right foot.

The ball was lobbed into a strange reverse parabola, barely clearing Neuer's outstretched fingers, and then dropped towards the far post with strong inward spin.

"That was a big pass!" Flick, standing on the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the penalty area, Haaland's acceleration was too aggressive, and he was fiercely contesting for the ball with Alaba. The ball clearly landed behind the Nordic wonderkid.

But just when everyone thought Dortmund had missed a golden opportunity, the 1.95-meter-tall behemoth made a violent move that defied the laws of physics.

Haaland slammed on the brakes during his high-speed sprint, his massive body twisting a full 180 degrees in mid-air. His entire body was almost parallel to the grass, and his left leg, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, swung in a wide arc to smash the ball.

A powerful, mid-air volley!

boom!

The shoe collided heavily with the ball, producing a loud, explosive thud. The ball, subjected to extreme force, underwent severe deformation, resembling a compressed cannonball.

Alaba and Boateng only saw a flash of white light before their eyes, and didn't even have time to raise their legs to block. The ball, carrying devastating kinetic energy, smashed through the top net behind Neuer.

The net was pulled to the brink of breaking, groaning under the strain.

Two to one!

Just three minutes into the second half, Dortmund, thanks to the formidable combination of Sun Yang and Haaland—a duo that can be even more dangerous than the defenses of top teams—made a powerful comeback and overtook the opposition!

After scoring, Haaland rolled over and got up, like a runaway brown bear, sprinting all the way to the corner flag area, where he kicked the corner flag pole away by the roots.

Sun Yang charged forward, laughing, and jumped onto Haaland's broad back. The two of them, in the pouring rain of Westfalen, unleashed their pent-up frustration from being dominated in the first half.

The South Stand erupted in chaos! Beer glasses flew everywhere, and tens of thousands of Dortmund die-hards roared like an erupting volcano, threatening to overturn the entire stadium.

But Bayern Munich is, after all, the king of the Bundesliga. This goal, far from breaking them down, instead activated the deepest killing instincts of this top-tier machine.

When the match resumed, Bayern's tactical execution and terrifying bench depth were on full display.

Manager Flick made a bold move, dropping three trump cards in quick succession. Sané replaced the exhausted Coman, Pavard replaced the injured Lucas, and the talented young player Musiala replaced Goretzka.

A relentless, high-stakes, high-volume attack that completely disregarded sportsmanship precisely targeted Dortmund's crumbling defense.

The next forty minutes were a brutal battle, like a scene from hell.

In the 62nd minute, after Kimmich was forced off injured, Müller took over the corner kick duties.

The corner kick from the right was headed towards the near post, where world-class striker Lewandowski displayed terrifying aerial dominance, outjumping Hummels to head the ball on. Dortmund's goal was instantly thrown into chaos, a scramble ensued, and Alaba, making a late run, emerged like a ghost, deftly poking the ball through the throng.

The ball rolled into a corner.

The score is tied at 2-2.

Bayern's counterattack made the air freeze.

On the muddy grass, tackles and flying tackles flew everywhere, and every battle for possession was accompanied by the dull thud of flesh colliding.

The game dragged on until the 80th minute.

Dortmund's players were completely exhausted. Akanji suffered a severe calf cramp while chasing back and collapsed to the ground clutching his leg in pain. Veteran Witsel was panting heavily, even miskicking the simplest five-meter cross.

Sané, who came on as a substitute in top form, intercepted possession of the ball.

On the right flank, one-on-one against a Guerrero whose legs felt like lead, Sané didn't even bother with a feint. With a violent acceleration and change of direction, he directly blew past Dortmund's defense from the outside.

After breaking into the penalty area, Sané cut inside horizontally and, before Hummels could make a sliding tackle, decisively curled a shot with his left foot.

The ball traced a deadly arc, bypassing goalkeeper Bürki's outstretched fingertips, and crisply kissed the inside of the far post before bouncing into the net.

Two to three!

With only ten minutes left in the game, Bayern Munich relied on their incredible squad depth to force a comeback and turn the score around!

The Bayern Munich bench erupted in celebration, with Flick excitedly running into the downpour and pumping his fists. Meanwhile, the Westfalen Stadium fell into a near-suffocating silence.

Despair gnawed at the nerves of the Dortmund players like a plague.

Young Reina's knees buckled, and he buried his face in the mud, kneeling down. Guerrero lay sprawled out, swallowing rainwater, too exhausted to even turn over. Their stamina collapsed, they were behind, and time was running out.

Bayern Munich's stars were embracing wildly in the corner flag area. Tolisso strolled back to the center circle, glanced sideways at Sun Yang standing alone, and launched into a tirade of trash talk in German without any attempt to hide it.

"Face reality. This is the difference between a top-tier wealthy family and a country bumpkin." Tolisso sneered. "If you obediently swallow three points, you'll only be fit to eat our exhaust fumes in the mud."

Sun Yang didn't even give him a second glance.

He looked up at the glaring "2:3" on the scoreboard. There were nine minutes left in regulation time, and with stoppage time, it would be at most fifteen minutes.

Cold rain rolled down his resolute jawline. But with the abnormal boost from the system item, the Kant Perpetual Motion Machine Lungs, his heart rate remained shockingly steady! Within his muscle fibers, a surging power capable of tearing apart an opponent still coursed.

Without uttering a single wasted word, Sun Yang strode up to Reina, grabbed the young player by the back of his collar, and with a single arm's effort, lifted the over 100-pound Reina out of the mud pit.

"Stand up straight, you bastards!" Sun Yang wiped the sweat mixed with grass clippings from his chin and slammed his fist on the team badge on his left chest. His sharp, knife-like gaze swept over his teammates, who were covered in mud, before he turned and pointed to the Westvalen South Stand behind him, where deafening shouts were still erupting. His roar pierced the night sky:

"Listen to what's going on outside! Dortmund has no cowards! Wearing this yellow and black jersey, even if we die today, we'll only die on the road to victory! No one can make us kneel and swallow defeat. Stand up and fight to the death!"

He turned around and pulled the ball out from deep within the net, tightened his arm around his waist, and stepped back to the center circle starting point.

As Sun Yang passed by Tolisso, he finally stopped, his cold gaze piercing the other man, and he retorted fiercely in fluent English.

"Open the champagne early? I'll make you swallow the whole bottle."

Sun Yang's lips curled into a wild, cold smile. "Open your eyes and look carefully. I haven't even broken a sweat yet."

boom!

Sun Yang slammed the ball heavily onto the white dot in the center circle. His right foot firmly planted on the ball, while his left arm, adorned with the captain's armband, was raised high in the pouring rain.

That was the clarion call for the counterattack.

It's a signal for everyone to draw their swords and charge forward to the death!