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

Sun Yang's speed is not considered fast among top wingers, with an absolute speed of only 73 points.

But for Union Berlin's defenders, who had already been mired in a quagmire in the first half and were extremely clumsy at turning, this was a fatal acceleration.

The ball seemed to have a tracking device installed at Sun Yang's feet.

He charged forward at breakneck speed along the right flank.

Gentner behind him waved his arms frantically, only to find that he couldn't even touch the corner of Sun Yang's jersey. The distance between the two was visibly widening.

Raindrops pelted Sun Yang's face, and he felt his body fully open up. The adrenaline rush from this long-distance sprint with the ball was an exhilarating experience that could never be matched by passing from a stationary position.

The view ahead was open and expansive.

After Subotic was beaten, Union Berlin's entire left flank defense was like glass shattered by a sledgehammer, leaving a huge hole.

Sun Yang dribbled the ball at breakneck speed, charging straight into the edge of the penalty area near the byline.

Union Berlin's penalty area was in complete chaos.

Goalkeeper Rafa Gikievets shouted loudly in front of the goal line, directing the defenders to cover.

Schroederbeck, the center-back who was originally marking Haaland closely in the middle, saw that his defensive zone was about to be breached and could no longer care about the Norwegian giant. With red eyes, he roared and charged towards Sun Yang like a wall of flesh.

This is the guy.

The culprit behind that flying tackle that almost ruined Haaland in the first half was none other than number 31, Schroederbeck.

Sun Yang slowed down his dribbling pace.

He glanced up at the goal, his left leg planted heavily on the grass as his support, while his right leg swung high, stretching his abdominal muscles into an exaggerated arc.

This is a very obvious shooting motion.

Schroederbeck had no other options in mind. Taking advantage of his large size and the slippery ground due to the rain, he threw himself out from two meters away from Sun Yang.

A massive and extremely vicious sliding tackle!

The cleats kicked up a large patch of mud and water, heading straight for Sun Yang's ankle.

"Get out of the way!" Favre exclaimed in alarm from the bench.

But at this critical moment, Sun Yang stopped his right leg from swinging high and twisted his ankle inward with incredible agility.

The ball obediently changed direction.

Schroederbeck's sliding tackle grazed Sun Yang's sock as it flew past, the immense momentum sending him sliding more than two meters across the grass, completely losing his defensive position.

Live a clean and tidy life.

Sun Yang didn't even glance at Schroederbeck, who had slid out.

As he completed the spike, his left foot was already in a supporting position.

The familiar, god-like radar in his mind was back in full swing, revealing a complete vacuum in the defensive positioning within the central penalty area. Because of Schrottbeck's rash pressing and cover, a large, deadly open space had been created near the penalty spot.

There stood Majin Buu, seething with pent-up anger.

Sun Yang pushed the ball to the side and back with the instep of his right foot.

A perfectly concealed, inverted triangle pass with an outrageously perfect trajectory.

The ball skimmed the grass, deftly slipping through the gap in the defense of the other two defenders. Its speed was just right, with a satisfying spin, rolling precisely towards the penalty spot.

Everything happened too fast.

Union Berlin's defenders could only turn away in despair and watch the ball slip out of their control.

Haaland met the rolling ball without even needing to adjust his footing. The pass was so perfect, it was practically a direct hit to his dominant foot.

The Norwegian big man's usually憨萌 (simple and honest) face was now completely distorted. The anger from being repeatedly pulled, maliciously bumped, and tackled in the first half was all concentrated in his right leg.

He didn't stop the ball at all.

Using the momentum of his sprint, the massive body swung his right leg and unleashed a powerful shot at the ball!

boom! ! !

A terrifying muffled thud.

This isn't playing football; this is detonating a bomb.

The football transformed into a white lightning bolt, tearing through the air and creating extremely violent gusts of wind. Goalkeeper Rafa Gikievets had no time to make any save; he only felt a blur before his eyes and a gust of wind brush past his cheek.

The net bulged violently from the immense force, even producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Goal!

The second half had only been going on for six minutes.

Union Berlin's supposedly impregnable defensive formation was completely overwhelmed by Sun Yang's unexpected wing attack and a deadly cutback pass!

Dortmund lead 1-0!

After a half-second silence, the entire Westfalen Stadium erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for a century.

Eighty thousand fans erupted in hysterical cheers.

Beer, raincoats, and scarves flew everywhere in the air above the stands. All the frustration and resentment vanished with that powerful shot.

"Goooooooooal!!!"

The DJ's distorted screams blasted out through the loudspeakers.

Haaland didn't do his signature cross-legged celebration after landing. He was now completely excited, swinging his arms, roaring to the sky, and charging towards the corner flag like a mad beast.

The broadcast cameras precisely captured this lightning-fast counterattack.

Duan Xuan's voice rose eight octaves in the studio.

"Beautiful!!! What a beautiful goal!"

"Dortmund has broken the deadlock! Haaland scored! But most of the credit for this goal goes to Sun Yang!"

Tao Wei interrupted, his tone full of admiration. "That was so unexpected! Sun Yang didn't pass the ball after receiving it; he went straight for the ball. This kid has evolved again! His change of direction and acceleration completely caught everyone at Union Berlin off guard. Subotic was easily bypassed, and Schrottbeck's sliding tackle looked like a clumsy clown. That cutback cross was a textbook example of a perfect assist!"

on the field.

Dortmund players rushed to the corner flag area and hugged Haaland tightly in the middle.

Haaland shoved aside his teammates who surrounded him, his eyes rapidly searching through the crowd. When he saw Sun Yang slowly running towards him, the Norwegian behemoth laughed and opened his arms to pick Sun Yang up.

"Well done, bro!" Haaland yelled, pounding Sun Yang's back with his fist. "That pass was amazing! That's how you crush them! Smash them to pieces!"

Sun Yang patted Haaland on the shoulder, signaling him to put himself down.

at this time.

Schroederbeck, who had slid several meters across the grass after missing a tackle, was now awkwardly bracing himself on his hands, trying to get up. His usually formidable, fierce defense had become a complete joke in the face of that deft spike.

Sun Yang walked up to Schroederbeck and looked down at the mud-covered thug.

Rain dripped down Sun Yang's chin, his expression devoid of any extra fluctuations, only undisguised contempt.

"The kind of adult games you're talking about, is it just sliding around on the ground like a worm?"

Schroederbeck froze, his body halfway upright, his face flushed red with shame and anger. He wanted to retort, but couldn't utter a single word.

Sun Yang didn't give him any face. He bent down slightly and continued speaking in a tone that only the two of them could hear clearly.

"I told you before, save your energy."

"This is just the beginning."

"For the next forty minutes, I will turn your defensive zone into a true nightmare."

After speaking, Sun Yang straightened up, turned around, and walked towards the center circle. His back view appeared particularly arrogant and flamboyant in the rain of Westphalia.

Schroederbeck knelt on the grass, his hands gripping the muddy water tightly. Looking at the glaring 1-0 score on the scoreboard, an unprecedented sense of fear crept up his spine along his soaked jersey.

That 19-year-old Chinese boy had no intention of stopping there.