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

The game has restarted.

Augsburg was pushed to the brink.

Playing with one less player and trailing by one goal, the home fans were losing face and were clearly unwilling to give up.

Head coach Mason was so anxious on the sidelines that he was jumping up and down, frantically gesturing to change the formation.

Trying to compete with Dortmund for control of the midfield? They simply don't have the ability to do that; it would only make their defense create even bigger problems.

The most primitive tactic has made a comeback: long passes and crosses!

The match has reached the 55th minute.

Augsburg goalkeeper Koubek unleashed a long ball from his own half. The ball soared through the air and hurtled straight into the heart of Dortmund's defense.

Because of the sustained pressure just now, Dortmund's entire defensive line was positioned a bit too far forward.

A crisis suddenly descended.

Augsburg striker number 7 Niederlechner surged through Dortmund's half, outmaneuvering Akanji to win the first ball.

He had no intention of stopping the ball at all. Using the momentum of his jump, he headed the ball to his teammate, number 10, who was making a run into the back row.

Without even adjusting his stance, Bayer met the descending ball and unleashed a powerful shot from outside the penalty area.

Goalkeeper Bürki was fully focused, leaping into the air as if springy, and forcefully punched the powerful ball out of the danger zone.

But fate had other plans, and this unfortunate event happened right in front of Niederlechner.

Bürki had just fallen onto the grass and couldn't get up at all.

Niederlechner accepted the gift with a light flick of his head. The ball arced high over the fallen Bürki and nestled into the empty net.

The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the center circle with one arm; the goal was valid.

2 is better than 2!

The Augsburg fans were completely ignited by this unexpected joy, and the WWK Arena erupted in a roar that seemed to lift the roof off.

Favre, furious on the sidelines, slammed his tactics book on the ground and started cursing at his own defense.

"Wake up, all of you! Your defense on the second ball was completely shaky! Are you bunch of old men just strolling around the field?"

In the CCTV live broadcast studio, Duan Xuan let out a long sigh.

"That's the beauty of football. Augsburg's simple and direct long ball attack actually tore apart Dortmund's defense."

The comments section on the domestic live streaming platform exploded immediately.

"A beautiful frontcourt, a shoddy backcourt—that's absolutely true!"

"Dortmund's paper-thin defense is truly something else."

"The cakes Yang Ge painstakingly fed him were vomited up the moment he turned around!"

Sun Yang stood quietly in the center circle, watching the Augsburg players who were celebrating wildly.

He licked his dry lips, and a fierce competitive urge to destroy everything surged within him.

He strode over and punched Haaland hard in the back.

"Dude, these guys are getting a bit cocky, can we keep pushing?"

Haaland's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he bumped into Sun Yang's shoulder like a predatory beast guarding its prey.

"Nonsense! Give me the ball, I'm going to smash that broken goalpost and the goalkeeper to pieces."

The referee blew his whistle again, and Dortmund kicked off from the center circle.

Sun Yang surveyed the opponent's positions like a cheetah. The equalizer boosted Augsburg's morale, and their previously impenetrable defensive formation subtly shifted outwards.

In Sun Yang's eyes, this was tantamount to exposing his throat.

Haaland taps the ball in to signal the start of the game.

Sun Yang received the ball and passed it back to Hummels behind him. Then, he shot straight into Augsburg's attacking third like a bullet.

Haaland and Sancho had excellent chemistry; seeing Sun Yang sprinting, the two overtook him at full speed from both flanks and followed.

The three men transformed into three piercing daggers, viciously stabbing towards the heart of Augsburg.

Hummels was completely unreasonable, delivering a long, unstoppable, back-row pass from a godlike perspective!

The ball tore through the defense in mid-air and precisely locked onto the top of Sun Yang's head as he sprinted forward.

As Sun Yang ran at high speed, he glanced back at the incoming ball and quickly calculated its trajectory.

Augsburg's defenders were completely flustered.

Number 18, Jedvaj, and number 31, Max, fought back with all their might from the left and right, attempting to close the gap and suffocate Sun Yang in the meat grinder of the header battle.

The ball was dropping rapidly, about to enter the battle zone.

Sun Yang, who was speeding at high speed, suddenly slowed down and arrogantly raised his left hand, pointing his index finger straight at Haaland, who was cutting in at high speed to the right.

That damn move again!

This was like a death knell, striking the nerves of Augsburg's defenders.

Cold sweat poured down Max's forehead.

Goalkeeper Koubek's angry curses were still echoing in his ears. How could he dare to gamble that Sun Yang might pass the ball directly to that Nordic behemoth on the right wing?

If the pass goes through, Haaland could tear their defense to shreds!

His body reacted faster than his brain; Max abruptly shifted his center of gravity, completely abandoning the header attempt, and sprinted down the right flank to cover.

The two ghosts knocking on the door immediately turned into a one-on-one situation.

At this moment, only the towering Yedevai remained beside Sun Yang.

Yedvaj had a strong air superiority. He gritted his teeth and jumped, preparing to use brute force to push Sun Yang away.

But Sun Yang had no intention of confronting him head-on.

Just as Yedeva took to the air, Sun Yang brought out the essence of Peking Opera's early training to its fullest extent.

Shrink your neck! Drop your shoulders!

His entire upper body, like a boneless serpent, collapsed downwards in an extremely eerie manner, perfectly avoiding all physical confrontation.

The ball flew right over Sun Yang's head and continued rolling forward, grazing the grass.

Yedvai completely lost his target in mid-air and crashed headfirst into the air.

His massive body staggered two steps when it landed, losing all its balance.

Fake news leaked!

Using the slight force of his shoulder thrust, Sun Yang tore at the grass with his toes, his agile movements defying gravity, and he brushed past Yedeva's massive body.

The fatal weakness of the tall center-back, whose turning speed was slow, was magnified at this moment.

By the time Jedvaj managed to regain his balance and turn around, Sun Yang hadn't even left him a taillight, and Jedvaj didn't even have a chance to reach out and tug at the back of Sun Yang's jersey.

Another one-on-one opportunity.

All that remained before me was the vast grassland and that white goal.

Goalkeeper Koubek completely lost his composure. Only sixty-odd minutes into the game, this was already the third time he'd been outmaneuvered one-on-one!

Moreover, these young lads are all incredibly young and don't play by the rules at all.

"Don't even think about getting in!"

Koubek roared and his massive body rushed out of the goal like a wall, attempting to block Sun Yang's shooting angle.

Facing the pressing goalkeeper, Sun Yang had no other thoughts in his mind, and had no intention of showing off his skills by doing a bicycle kick or changing direction to get past the opponent.

In the dream training ground, the beast-like roar of the God of War Batistuta echoed wildly in my ears.

The true essence of scoring a goal is to tear the net apart!

Sun Yang took a step forward with the ball.

His left foot slammed heavily onto the grass, his supporting leg, abnormally enhanced by the system, resembling an iron pillar firmly planted in the ground. His right leg swung back, the thigh muscle fibers taut to the limit, like a fully drawn bow.

The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked dry by his explosive movements.

Forget about techniques and fancy moves, all that matters is pure, chillingly violent aesthetics!

Bati GO!

Sun Yang's right instep struck the ball violently in the center, like a heavy hammer blow.

The moment the ball was touched, the poor football underwent a horrific deformation visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

A muffled, terrifying explosion resounded through the stadium, shattering the clamor of tens of thousands of people in the arena!

The ball transformed into a white shooting star, completely irrational, whizzing past Koubek's ear before the veteran goalkeeper could even blink.

"clang!"

This is a heavy metal boom that can send every striker into a trance!

The ball, carrying a destructive and violent aura, slammed into the lower edge of the goal crossbar, and then crashed into the depths of the net like a meteorite falling to earth.

The violent impact caused the entire net to tumble violently like a tsunami.

The thick metal beam emitted a teeth-grinding buzzing echo under the heavy cannon fire, which lingered for a long time.