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

Thirty-fifth minute of the first half.

A fatal mistake has occurred.

Witsel received the ball in the backfield, and Augsburg's two midfielders suddenly abandoned their positions and pounced on him like mad dogs to double-team him.

Witsel slipped, and his pass to Brandt was too weak.

Augsburg captain Beyer suddenly appeared and intercepted the ball halfway!

The entire WWK arena erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

"Danger!" Duan Xuan shouted from the television commentary booth.

After intercepting the ball, Bayer didn't hesitate at all and immediately played a low, through ball.

That shot was like a scalpel, cutting right through Dortmund's defense, which was severely weakened by their aggressive pressing.

Akanji was a beat too slow to turn around.

Augsburg's number seven striker, Niederlechner, like a cheetah smelling blood, forcefully squeezed through the junction between Akanji and Hummels, creating a one-on-one opportunity!

Bürki rushed out of his goal, spreading his arms to try and expand his defensive area.

Niederlechner calmly slotted the ball past Bürki's arm and slowly rolled into the Dortmund goal.

One to zero!

The relegation-threatened team playing at home is ahead of the title favorites with a squad valued at over 100 million!

boom!

The home team fans in the stands went completely crazy.

Countless glasses of beer were tossed high into the air, the foam raining down on the canopy of the substitutes' bench.

Niederlechner rushed to the corner flag and roared wildly at the camera, venting his joy at scoring a goal.

"Goal! Augsburg's counter-attack was incredibly decisive!"

Duan Xuan slammed his hand on the table.

"Dortmund's defense was pushed too far forward, and Akanji's turn was as heavy as an old car. Favre is in big trouble now."

Tao Wei shook his head.

"This is the price of not adapting to the rhythm. Dortmund always tries to control possession and shut down the opponent, but with such a high passing error rate, you're just handing them ammunition. The current situation is very unfavorable for Dortmund, and these lads are about to lose their composure."

Sidelines.

Favre's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He turned around and kicked the water bottle at his feet away with a heavy kick.

The plastic bottle traced an arc in mid-air before hitting the GG sign and bouncing off.

Assistant coach Terzic quickly pulled the agitated Favre back and whispered something in his ear.

On the bench, all the Dortmund players stood up.

Haaland rushed to the sidelines and started yelling at the Augsburg players who were celebrating.

"Shit! A bunch of cowardly chicken thieves! Take them down!"

The fourth official immediately ran over and sternly pointed at Haaland, ordering him to return to the substitutes' area.

Sun Yang stood in front of the bench, his gaze coldly fixed on the goal scorer on the field, then quickly swept over Augsburg's tight defensive line that had remained intact after the goal.

It's too dense.

They couldn't penetrate the middle lane at all.

Sancho and Reus had almost zero success rate on their drives today.

You can't break through this impenetrable defense with fancy embroidery.

A long-range artillery shell, guided by a conveyor belt, would bypass the chaotic midfield meat grinder and strike the three- or four-meter-wide vacuum behind their full-backs.

The game has restarted.

Dortmund appeared even more chaotic after conceding a goal.

The players were eager to equalize, and their movements became more aggressive.

In the 42nd minute, Hummels made a reckless tackle while intercepting the ball in the attacking third, bringing down the opposing attacking midfielder and receiving a yellow card.

The situation is on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Favre paced back and forth on the sidelines, tugging at the collar of his coat.

He glanced at his watch, then at the forwards who were stuck in the mud on the field.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly and strode toward the substitutes' bench.

Favre's sharp gaze swept directly over the two people sitting in the far corner.

He extended his index finger.

"Erling! Sun!"

Favre's voice was hoarse but extremely penetrating, hitting the two men's ears precisely in the noisy environment.

"Get to the warm-up area! Get your muscles moving! I don't want to see your legs still stiff in three minutes!"

Veteran Götze on the bench was stunned.

Reina, standing next to him, also stared wide-eyed.

Before the first half was even over, the head coach sent two new signings with no Bundesliga experience to warm up?

Haaland's bloodshot eyes lit up with anger.

He ripped off his thick coat, revealing taut muscles underneath, looking like a Nordic brown bear that had broken free of its chains.

"The old man's finally figured it out! Brothers, we've got work to do!"

Sun Yang didn't say a word.

He stood up, grabbed the bottom of the zipper with his right hand, and pulled it all the way down with great force.

The black, long windproof coat slipped off.

The away jersey with the number 29 printed on it was completely exposed to the air.

His gaze swept over the extreme fans in the stands who were still celebrating, jumping, and making insulting gestures, then he strode forward and followed the strength and conditioning coach directly into the warm-up area on the sidelines.

This scene was captured entirely by the broadcast cameras of the public signal.

Inside the studio.

Duan Xuan raised his voice, which became somewhat distorted with excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Did you see that?! There's movement on Dortmund's bench!"

"Favre can't sit still anymore! He's demanding that Haaland and Sun Yang warm up!"

"With a few minutes left in the first half, calling for the substitutes to warm up at this point means Favre will most likely make substitutions at the start of the second half!"

Tao Wei's eyes widened in surprise.

"Good heavens! Making substitutions at this critical juncture? One is a Norwegian center forward who just joined the team today and hasn't even participated in many formal training sessions, and the other is a young Chinese player who has just recovered from a serious injury and has never played a first-team match before."

"Favre is being driven to desperation and is willing to risk his life!"

In the CCTV live broadcast room, the comments that were complaining about the ugly play just a second ago completely erupted into a frenzy the moment they saw Sun Yang take off his jacket and walk to the sidelines to stretch his leg muscles.

The server even experienced a two-second lag.

The screen was completely filled with exclamation marks and dense text.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! They're really going to do it!"

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

"The 29th! I'm crying tears of joy, I've finally waited for this day!"

"Where's Heizi? Come out and show yourself! Didn't you say he was definitely not going to play? Favre didn't even call Götze, he just told Sun Yang to warm up, doesn't he feel ashamed?!"

"Brothers, get your nitroglycerin pills ready. If he really plays in the second half, it will be a historic moment for Chinese football!"

Sun Yang was completely oblivious to the uproar online.

He was methodically doing high knees and shuttle runs in the warm-up area.

Next to him is Haaland, who is also doing interval training.

On the field.

The referee glanced at his watch and saw that no extra time had been awarded.

The whistle blew directly to end the first half.

Augsburg's players excitedly high-fived each other, and the cheers from the stands were deafening, as if they had already won the Champions League final.

The Dortmund players walked dejectedly toward the players' tunnel.

Reus stood with his hands on his hips, his face ashen.

Sancho kept his head down and remained silent.

As they walked, Hummels argued fiercely with Akanji about the defensive responsibility for the goal they had just conceded.

Favre did not wait for anyone.

The 62-year-old Swiss coach's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water, and he plunged headlong into the dark players' tunnel without looking back.

The locker room door was wide open.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and an oppressive silence.

Everyone knew that a violent storm was about to erupt in that small room.

Sun Yang finished his final sprint.

He straightened up, his chest rising and falling slightly, and wiped away the fine beads of sweat that had seeped from his forehead.

Haaland walked over and grabbed Sun Yang's shoulder tightly.

"brother."

The Norwegian stared at the entrance to the players' tunnel, licked his dry lips, and his eyes burned with a frenzied fighting spirit that wanted to destroy everything.

"Ready to smash this lousy stadium with me in the second half?"

Sun Yang glanced at Haaland and removed his hand from Haaland's shoulder.

He patted the hard, muscular shin guard on his thigh.

"Go and smash their bones to pieces."

Sun Yang strode towards the passageway, leaving without looking back and uttering a single sentence.

"As long as you find an opening, my pass will tear their defense to shreds."