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

Thirty meters away, there is a smooth road right in the middle.

Although Cologne's center-back and a central midfielder were positioned in front, their attention was entirely focused on cutting off passing lanes, and they did not press forward immediately.

They were a good four or five meters away from Sun Yang, directing their defensive teammates to make runs for Cahaland and Sancho.

In their view, this kid is bound to send another deadly through ball.

Facing this defensive vacuum, Sun Yang didn't look at Haaland and Sancho, who were making runs to support him on both sides.

Since the Cologne defenses have left their gates wide open, let them see what absolute destructive power is.

The right leg is pulled back fully, the instep is stretched like a fully drawn bow.

The turf was lifted up by the long spikes on the soles of the shoes, and a large chunk of soil exploded in mid-air.

Captured by high-definition audio equipment on site.

A loud "bang" echoed throughout the venue.

The commotion didn't sound like kicking a ball around; it sounded like a bomb exploding on the spot.

The football was struck at the center of the impact point, without any extra spin, leaving only a pure and savage straight-line push. It tore through the air, leaving a clear afterimage, flying straight towards the center of the Cologne goal.

The two Cologne players defending ahead then realized what was happening.

Their scalps tingled, and they quickly threw themselves out to block the gun's path. But the ball's speed was terrifying; it didn't even give them a blink of an eye.

By the time they fell to the ground, the ball had already turned into a white streak, violently grazing their scalps!

Cologne goalkeeper Horn stood in front of the goal line with an unobstructed view.

This is a head-on one-on-one duel between the two across a distance of thirty meters.

At first, Horn was secretly scoffing. This kid's banana kick with inside spin was indeed unpredictable, but with such a slender frame, how could he shoot directly from 30 meters out?

Even if you manage to hit the door frame by sheer luck, it will be completely exhausted by the time it reaches the door.

He planted his feet firmly in a horse stance, spreading his arms to meet the ball's trajectory. He was ready to show off his basic skills, catching the ball directly into his arms and thus curbing Dortmund's current extreme arrogance.

But when the ball roared into the penalty area, Horn's expression changed.

The ball didn't slow down; instead, it came crashing down with a gust of wind that seemed to tear the air apart.

Fast! Too fast!

Horn didn't have time to change his technique to punch the ball with both fists; he could only instinctively raise his heavily gloved hands, trying to lift and block the ball in front of his forehead.

The ten fingers just touched the raging surface of the football.

An extremely savage physical destructive force surged through Horn's finger bones and directly into his forearm.

The cartilage in his wrist made a sickeningly sharp cracking sound.

Horn's entire arm went numb from the shock, and a sharp pain shot straight to his brain. This damned force was simply beyond what the hands could withstand!

The football forcefully rammed through his fingers. Due to this obstruction, the ball changed its flight angle slightly and flew past his scalp.

Just when Horn thought he had blocked the ball out of bounds.

Clang!

A violent, loud clang of metal hitting a brick echoed through the stadium.

The soccer ball slammed hard right beneath the white goalpost. The thick aluminum beam emitted a chilling hum, and the white paint on its surface was instantly ripped off.

Using the rebound force from hitting the crossbar, the ball plunged headfirst into the net.

The net was pulled back to its limit, almost tearing the bottom anchor points out of the turf.

beep--!

The referee put his whistle in his mouth and blew it loudly, pointing his arm directly at the center circle service point.

Goal stands!

Before the first half was even over, Dortmund had already thrashed Cologne 4-0 at home!

An eerie silence fell over the south stand of the Westfalenstadion for two seconds.

All the die-hard fans were stunned by this unreasonable world-class goal.

next second.

Twenty-five thousand people simultaneously raised their feet and stomped heavily on the cement steps.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire stadium seemed to have experienced a magnitude 5 earthquake, with even the broadcast cameras shaking violently.

The DJ at the scene was hysterically yelling into the microphone.

"Goal!!! My God! That's absolutely the Bundesliga goal of the year! Look at that shooting star tearing through the sky!"

"Remember this name! He is the radiant sun of the East!"

"Tell me loudly, who scored the goal!"

Eighty thousand home fans simultaneously opened their arms and roared a deafening response.

"Sun!!!"

"Speak louder! I can't hear you!" the DJ continued to hype up the atmosphere.

"Sun!!! Our sun!!!"

Waves of sound crashed against the roof, and the flare guns at the four corners of the stadium ignited simultaneously, sending plumes of bright yellow smoke soaring into the sky. Fans embraced each other as if celebrating a festival, some even taking off their shirts and waving them wildly.

Sun Yang watched the ball go into the net and let out a long sigh of relief.

With maxed-out passing attributes and Batistuta GO's power boost, it feels absolutely amazing!

He turned around and sprinted away, rushing straight to the bottom of the bustling south stands.

After stopping, Sun Yang turned around, facing away from the 25,000 enthusiastic crowd of yellow and black fans. He gripped the back of his jersey with both hands, forcefully displaying the number on the back to the entire arena.

Above the enormous number 29.

It has three prominent letters printed on it.

SUN!

Today he delivered an impeccable performance in the first half of the game.

He assisted Haaland's goal, assisted Sancho's shot, scored a free kick in the opening minute, and then unleashed a powerful long-range strike before the final whistle.

Two assists, two goals. He executed coach Favre's pre-match strategy of expending energy in the first half perfectly! He completely broke the backbone of this group of Cologne giants!

Haaland, with his long legs, was the first to charge over. The Norwegian behemoth grabbed Sun Yang's neck and vigorously rubbed his black hair with his large hands.

"God, man! You did a fantastic job! If that damn ball had hit me, I'd definitely be seeing an orthopedic doctor tomorrow!"

Sancho also ran over and, together with captain Reus, surrounded Sun Yang.

Reus laughed and put his arm around Sun Yang's neck, waving his fist at the fans in the south stand.

"Dude, look at the opposing goalkeeper, I saw him clutching his wrist and gasping for breath. So decisive! From now on, we can take turns tormenting them with free kicks and long-range shots from outside the box!"

Inside the Cologne penalty area.

Goalkeeper Horn slumped onto the grass, staring blankly at his red and trembling hands.

The bones in my palms are still aching.

He turned to look at his own defense.

Captain Hector stared blankly at the grass with his hands on his hips, while the remaining defensive midfielders and center-backs were blaming and shoving each other.

How can we defend against this?!

If you mark him closely, he can turn and pull the ball away; if you double-team him, he can deliver a deadly long pass that spans half the field; now, if you step back a little and give him some space, he can kill you from thirty meters away!