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

Goal!

The ball tumbled violently in the top left corner of the goal, creating white splashes in the net.

Cologne goalkeeper Horn fell heavily onto the grass, lying motionless, completely drained of the strength to stand up, his face filled with bewilderment after the humiliation.

The referee promptly blew his whistle to confirm the goal.

"GOL!!!"

The DJ on the sidelines was hysterically yelling into the microphone: "The goal scorer is our number 29! Sun! Yang!"

Sun Yang was so excited when he saw the banana kick go into the net so precisely that his blood was practically boiling. He headed straight for the south stand.

He ran to the base of that solid yellow and black wall, and under the fervent gaze of 25,000 die-hard fans, he suddenly leaped up, tracing a clean and crisp trajectory in the air, and landed steadily, completing a front flip.

This time, he didn't do the same unreasonable nine consecutive front flips as in the previous performance.

Just yesterday, after training, a minor incident occurred in Borussia Dortmund's locker room. The team's chief doctor, Schmidt, stood by Sun Yang's physiotherapy bed, holding a thick MRI report. The veteran doctor's expression was extremely serious as he pointed at the report and issued a warning.

Your knee meniscus and ankle ligaments have just undergone a serious injury recovery, and their current strength is simply not enough to withstand the impact of that series of rolling movements.

If you dare to perform those inhumane tricks again during the competition, you might slip or lose your balance, and suffer devastating secondary injuries immediately.

After scoring a goal, just behave yourself and stop trying fancy tricks. Don't force the club to keep you in bed for half a year!

Sun Yang knew his barely passing physical fitness level needed time to solidify, so he decisively chose to follow his heart. He needed to carefully manage his physique in the cutthroat world of the Bundesliga.

As soon as he landed and stood firm, a gust of wind swept up behind him.

Haaland excitedly rushed up behind Sun Yang. He bent down, grabbed Sun Yang's waist, and hoisted the little brother onto his broad shoulders.

"God! You freak!" Haaland's booming voice completely drowned out the noise in the arena. "I knew you could make that damn curveball you took in practice! Did you secretly put a GPS in your shoes?"

Sancho, captain Reus, Witsel, and many other players rushed over and surrounded Sun Yang, ruffling his black hair with abandon.

Reus laughed and put his arm around Sun Yang's shoulder: "Well done, Sun! I knew something good would happen when you raised your left hand. The opposing goalkeeper's legs are probably shaking right now."

In stark contrast to the jubilation of the Dortmund players, Cologne coach Baumgart looked ashen-faced on the sidelines.

At the pre-match press conference, Baumgart made some bold statements. He confidently assured the media that he would teach Dortmund, the upstart youngster, a lesson in physicality using the tough style of a veteran Bundesliga team. He specifically arranged a rough, exchange-pairs tactic, demanding that the defenders engage in close combat even if it meant getting a card.

As a result, just one minute into the game, their proud and aggressive tactics were completely shattered by this unreasonable crescent-shaped slash.

Baumgart kicked a water bottle that was lying at his feet. He paced back and forth in the technical area, pointing at the assistant coach and spitting wildly.

If Cologne continues to commit frequent fouls in the attacking third, conceding free kicks to Dortmund outside the penalty area, it would be tantamount to suicide, given Sun Yang's free-kick technique that disregards distance. In Baumgart's view, giving Sun Yang these kinds of free kicks is no different from awarding a penalty.

But if you don't foul, how can you defend against this midfielder whose passing accuracy is like a cheat code?

Baumgart waved his arms in frustration and yelled at the field, "Get back on defense! Clean up your plays! Tighten up your formation and seal off the 30-meter zone!"

After the game restarted, the Cologne players were clearly more cautious. Captain Hector, in particular, who had just received a yellow card, completely toned down his handballs when marking Sun Yang in midfield, and even his close pressing seemed hesitant.

Cologne's defensive retreat played right into the hands of Dortmund's technically gifted midfielders. Witsel and Reus began passing the ball around the edge of the penalty area with unbridled skill, showcasing their technical prowess.

The ball was passed quickly among the yellow and black jerseys, but once it reached the edge of the penalty area, the Cologne players formed a tight double-decker bus inside the box. They were willing to give up the right to attack, gritting their teeth and using their bodies to block Dortmund's forward passing lanes.

The two sides engaged in a back-and-forth battle in Cologne's own half.

As the fifteenth minute approached, the game remained deadlocked.

Sun Yang, roaming in the attacking midfield position, was working at lightning speed. With his perfect passing attribute of 99, he keenly noticed that Cologne's midfield and defense were being pushed into an increasingly flat position.

He decisively retreated to the midfield line near the right sideline and waved to the center-back Hummels behind him for the ball.

Hummels understood perfectly and delivered a low, rolling pass to Sun Yang, placing the ball safely at his feet.

Cologne's defensive midfielder Skhiri saw Sun Yang receive the ball and immediately rushed up to block his cutting inside. Everyone in the stadium thought Sun Yang was going to play short passes with Witsel or Sancho to penetrate the defense.

Sun Yang merely glanced up at the opponent's positioning in the penalty area.

He raised his left hand high, his index finger pointing directly at the far post of the six-yard box of the Cologne goal.

The maxed-out passing attribute under God's vision is completely ignited. Combined with the golden skill honed by David Beckham in the Dream Training Camp, the two achieve a perfect fusion at this moment.

Beckham's banana kick. This thing isn't just a deadly weapon from set pieces; in open play, it's an unstoppable method for long-range, beyond-visual-range attacks!

Because of the distance, Skhiri's attempt to intercept was inevitably a fraction of a second too late. Sun Yang needed those mere fractions of a second.

His left leg was firmly planted in the turf like a steel nail, providing stable support. His right foot then lashed out fiercely with the inside of his foot, violently rubbing the bottom of the ball from bottom to top.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the ball soared into the air, exhibiting a strong, visible inward spin, drawing a beautifully violent arc across the Westfalen stadium.

This 45-degree diagonal long pass successfully bypassed all the densely packed defensive players in the middle, like a guided missile, accurately flying over the head of Cologne's number 5 center-back, Zijos.

Just after the ball reached its highest point, it immediately plummeted downwards in a strange arc.

The ball landed directly at the far post of the six-yard box.

There, Haaland had already taken the initiative, relying on his top striker instincts.

His massive body stretched out in mid-air, pushing against the 1.91-meter-tall Qi Qiaos as he took off.

Poor Zidjohns couldn't even reach Haaland's chin when he jumped to intercept.

Haaland met the rapidly descending ball with a gentle tap of his forehead. Sun Yang's pass was absolutely perfect; the force and spin were just right.

With a muffled thud, the ball smashed into the net.

Goalkeeper Horn stood like a wooden stake on the goal line, this time without even having time to jump and make a save.

In the 16th minute, Dortmund took a two-goal lead!

Haaland sprinted halfway down the court after landing, heading straight for Sun Yang. He grabbed Sun Yang's neck.

He shouted excitedly, "This is the taste, bro! That was such a great pass! Don't stop, just keep feeding me like this all night!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sancho, looking resentful, came running over from the left wing. He jogged past the big man Haaland and protested loudly.

"Hey big guy! Even the best meat can't be made by you alone! Don't be a greedy Norwegian pirate, okay?" Sancho complained to Sun Yang, tugging at his jersey.

"Sun, look at me! My legs are about to give out from running down the left flank, and there's not a soul in sight. I'm starving too! Next time you pass that banana kick to me, I swear I'll beat the goalkeeper and put the ball in!"

Sun Yang laughed and patted Sancho on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Jaden, as long as you can get into position, the ball will definitely find you."

The game continued, and Sun Yang fully implemented head coach Favre's special pre-match tactics. He spared no energy in the first half, burning every last drop of fuel.

He became a tireless midfield generator. His runs in the attacking third were unpredictable; one minute he was playing a series of one-twos with Sancho on the left wing, and the next he was sprinting to the byline to receive a pass. His figure could be seen everywhere in the attacking third.

This really gave Cologne captain Hector, who was specifically assigned to keep an eye on him, a lot of trouble.

Hector received a yellow card within the first minute and was completely hesitant to engage in physical contact. Whenever he approached, Sun Yang would either kick the ball away or use his exceptional flexibility to pull the ball away and turn away. Hector was dragged back and forth across the halfway line by Sun Yang, looking as pathetic as if he were being walked like a dog.

After only twenty minutes of playing, thirty-year-old Hector couldn't take it anymore. He braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face.

He turned to Baumgart on the sidelines and roared in anguish, "Switch me, boss! This kid's movement isn't human; I can't even catch his exhaust fumes!"

Baumgart, his face dark, could only helplessly wave his hand, signaling to defensive midfielder Skhiri to take over this hot potato.

Unfortunately, it was no use no matter who came. Faced with maxed-out passing attributes, Cologne's defense completely collapsed in the 30th minute.

Sun Yang used a series of feints in the middle to evade Skhiri, then subtly flicked a low through ball with the outside of his right foot. The ball precisely tore open the defensive blind spot between the two defenders.

Sancho made a high-speed run down the left flank, dribbled into the penalty area, and easily slotted the ball into the far corner past the onrushing goalkeeper.

Three to zero! Before halftime, the home team Borussia Dortmund had completely overwhelmed Cologne.

Time flies, and the first half is about to enter stoppage time.

Trailing by a large margin, the Cologne players were on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. They were now driven by a single, obsessive thought: no matter the cost, they absolutely could not allow that Asian lad to deliver another fatal pass.

In the 43rd minute, Sun Yang received a cross from Reus in the 35-meter zone of the center of the field.

He had just stopped the ball at his feet and looked up when the defensive formation in front of him made him laugh.

The two Cologne defensive midfielders and one center-back simultaneously abandoned their man-marking positions and spread out to the sides. Each of them spread their arms wide, blocking Haaland and Sancho's running paths. They completely shut down any passing lanes to the flanks.

To prevent the ball from being passed through, these guys inexplicably left the central corridor leading directly to the goal completely empty.

Thirty meters from the goal, there was a clear path in the middle, and no one came forward to interfere or mark the ball.

Sun Yang raised his eyebrows as he looked at the unsuspecting goal.

You guys are playing like this, completely disregarding my heavy artillery?

He pushed the ball forward with his right foot and strode forward.

At this moment, all the muscles in his body tensed up completely, and his left leg was driven into the grass like a solid iron pillar weighing a thousand pounds.

His right leg, like a black whip brimming with violent power, lashed out into the air with a whistling sound.

Now is the perfect time not to unleash the powerful "Barty GO" technique?