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

The referee blew the whistle to continue the game.

Union Berlin kicks off from the center circle.

Trailing by one goal did not cause this newly promoted team to change its original tactical system.

Head coach Fisher stood on the sidelines, cupped his hands to his mouth, and shouted at the field.

"Retreat! Keep the formation compact! Don't push too high!"

"Andrich! Go help Gentner! The two of you block that number 29, make sure he doesn't get the ball and turn again!"

Union Berlin immediately tightened its defensive lines.

They were well aware of the power of the Westfalenstadion.

If they engage in an attacking battle with Dortmund and are given space, Haaland and Reus can absolutely thrash them to double digits.

Number 30 Andrich ran directly to Sun Yang's right side, forming a double-team with veteran Gentner on the left and right.

Seeing the two men's tense demeanor, Sun Yang did not choose to force his way through.

He expanded his running area to the area behind the center circle, directly finding the midfield maestro Witsel.

"Axel, pass the ball to me, let's slow down the pace," Sun Yang gestured.

Witsel understood immediately.

The next few minutes of the match turned into a passing drill by Dortmund in their own half.

Union Berlin doesn't press, and Sun Yang never makes dangerous passes forward.

He utilizes his maxed-out passing attribute of 99 points, making every pass extremely precise and efficient. Whenever Andrich pounces, he immediately touches the ball and pushes it back to Hummels or Hakimi in the backfield.

Fisher, watching from the sidelines, grew increasingly agitated.

This kid is more composed than a thirty-year-old veteran, never greedy for quick success or acting rashly. This kind of "health-preserving" play is completely wearing down the patience of the Union Berlin players.

The match entered the tenth minute of the second half.

The rain over Westphalia suddenly intensified.

Large raindrops pounded on the grass, splashing up sprays of water and obstructing visibility.

Union Berlin's players had run for most of the game in the rain, and their physical strength was greatly depleted, inevitably causing their defensive positioning to become slightly loose.

Sun Yang had been waiting for this opportunity.

Dortmund defender Hummels intercepted the ball and immediately played a through ball through the midfield. The ball slid across the waterlogged grass and landed precisely at Sun Yang's feet.

This time, Sun Yang did not pass the ball back.

He met the ball head-on, and with a powerful push from the instep of his right foot, the ball went through Gentner's legs and found Reus, who had dropped back to receive it.

Dortmund suddenly accelerated!

"Marco! To the right!"

Sun Yang shouted something, and suddenly burst forth, like a sharp knife piercing straight into the edge of Union Berlin's penalty area.

Reus received the ball with his back to the goal, and without even looking at the defender, he flicked it back with his heel.

The ball rolled toward Witsel.

Witsel met the ball with a low, diagonal through ball.

Three players made consecutive single-touch passes to the ball.

The ball bypassed Union Berlin's entire midfield defense and rolled steadily to a dangerous area about 25 meters in front of the penalty area.

Sun Yang arrived just in time.

The Union's defenses in Berlin were thrown into chaos.

Andritz saw that Sun Yang was about to comfortably receive the ball, and he knew that if Dortmund were to pass the ball around in this key area, it would be a disaster.

He swerved at full speed from the side, relying on his strong physique, intending to force his way in front of Sun Yang.

Veteran Gentner also rushed over from the other side.

The two players formed a very clear defensive perimeter.

Sun Yang swung his right leg, making a feint to pass the ball to the left in a wide area.

Andritz quickly stretched out his foot to block the passing lane.

As a result, Sun Yang's right foot suddenly changed its trajectory just before contacting the ball, and instead gently flicked it outward with the instep.

At the same time, Sun Yang immediately lowered his shoulders and bent his body low, preparing to squeeze through the gap between the two closing the door.

Andrich completely lost his balance.

His leg was already out, and he couldn't pull it back at all.

The kick landed heavily on Sun Yang's shinbone. Thanks to the shin guards and the 50% damage reduction from the system's "Iron Leg" ability, Sun Yang was not injured.

But he fell forward and slid more than a meter across the grass.

Beep!

The referee's whistle blew very firmly.

He jogged over, gave Andritz a verbal warning, and then pointed to the center of the penalty area.

Dortmund were awarded a free kick in a very good position in the attacking third.

It's still raining.

Sun Yang climbed out of the mud and patted the grass clippings off his jersey.

Captain Reus walked over, picked up the ball, and placed it on the white foam line sprayed by the referee.

The two men covered their mouths with their hands, turned their backs to the Union Berlin players, and began to discuss their strategy.

"Sun, that ball was too close. And right in the middle of the penalty area." Reus pointed towards the goal. "There's no angle to curl a shot; if you force it to the top left corner, the ball won't get any height and will just hit the wall."

This type of free kick, taken from a distance of approximately 24 meters, has always been the most troublesome for all players taking the kick.

Because there isn't enough distance for the ball to drop, it's difficult to get it over the wall of players and into the corner.

Sun Yang nodded, looking at the players in the Union Berlin's wall.

"Marco, go stand on the left and draw the goalkeeper's attention." Sun Yang lowered his hand. "I'll take the shot."

Royce patted Sun Yang on the shoulder and stepped aside.

In front of Union Berlin's goal.

Goalkeeper Rafa Gikievets is extremely nervous right now.

He kept jumping back and forth on the goal line, patting his rain-soaked gloves.

He clearly remembered the powerful shot Sun Yang unleashed against Cologne in the previous match, a shot that reached speeds exceeding 130 kilometers per hour. He could score from 30 meters away, let alone now, only 20 meters from the goal.

"Move closer! Andrich, to the left! Schrottbeck, you block the middle!"

Gikiewicz roared as he directed the human wall.

Schroederbeck, with a gloomy face, stood in the very middle of the wall, directly opposite the straight line formed by Sun Yang and the ball.

He was furious after being outmaneuvered by Sun Yang, which led to his team conceding a goal. He was determined to block the free kick, even if it meant using his hands.

Gikiewicz was still figuring out his save strategy.

The ground was slippery from the rain, and the ball became extremely heavy after getting wet. He made up his mind that if this kid dared to take another powerful shot, he absolutely could not catch it with his palm.

I heard that Cologne's unlucky goalkeeper suffered a soft tissue contusion in his hand after the match and will be sidelined for this round.

Gikiewicz took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and placed them against his chest. He decided to punch the ball directly away with both fists.

The referee glanced at the distance of the wall, raised his hand, and blew the whistle to allow the penalty to be taken.

Sun Yang looked at Schroederbeck directly in front of him; his large head was particularly conspicuous in the rain.

He began to back away.

One step, two steps, three steps.

They retreated a full ten steps.

This incredibly exaggerated running distance made everyone at the scene hold their breath immediately.

This is not the preparation move for kicking a curved ball.

This means they're going to open fire immediately!

In the studio, Duan Xuan stood up abruptly.

"Sun Yang's run-up was way too long! It looked like he was going to kick the ball until it burst!"

Tao Wei also raised his voice.

"Union Berlin's wall was very tight; if the ball had hit someone directly, they definitely wouldn't have been able to take it."

Sun Yang did not hesitate.

The running start begins.

His legs unleashed tremendous power, and rain splashed as he stomped on his boots.

With his left leg supporting him as he took his final step toward the ball, he plunged it into the muddy grass like a steel nail.

"Bati GO" special skill activated!

The power from the waist and abdomen was perfectly transferred to the right leg, and the instep of the right foot was like a sledgehammer, solidly striking the ball slightly below its center of gravity.

boom! ! !

A dull, teeth-grinding bang exploded over Westfall.

Even viewers far off-camera could hear it clearly through the microphone.

The football has no spin.

The moment it broke free of the turf, it ignored the resistance of the rain in the air, turning into a white afterimage as it flew straight toward the upper right corner of the goal.

Gikiewicz was right.

It was definitely a violent blast!

Faced with such an incredibly fast ball speed, the goalkeeper had no time to make any further judgments.

However, Schroederbeck, who was in the human wall, reacted.

He watched as the ball hurtled straight toward his face. In an attempt to redeem himself, he gritted his teeth and, instead of dodging, leaped high into the air to meet the ball.

He originally intended to block the ball with his chest.

However, he severely underestimated the speed and trajectory of the shot.

The ball flew just over the height of the wall of players, and met Schroederbeck, who was jumping at the highest point.

Boom!

A dull thud echoed across the stadium.

The shell, traveling at 130 kilometers per hour, struck Schroederbeck squarely and precisely on his large, bald head.

The powerful kinetic energy was absorbed by more than half in an instant.

The ball changed direction abruptly, bounced high, and then flew out of the goal line in a parabola.

Corner kick!

Dortmund won a corner kick in the attacking third.

Hummels and Achraf immediately ran forward from the midfield and backfield, preparing to enter the penalty area to attack the ball.

The referee was about to point to the corner flag area.

Union Berlin's goalkeeper, Gikiewicz, suddenly rushed out of the penalty area, frantically waving his arms at the referee and even shouting himself hoarse.

"Stop! Stop the game now!"

Everyone turned to look.

After being hit on the head in mid-air, Schroederbeck fell straight down onto the rain-soaked grass like a lifeless log.

He lay on his back with his arms and legs outstretched.

There was no sound at all.

Upon seeing this, the referee immediately stopped the game and signaled for Union Berlin's team doctor to enter the field.

The scene was deathly silent.

All you could hear was the sound of rain hitting the roof.

Two team doctors from Union Berlin rushed onto the field with first-aid kits in hand.

They ran to Schroederbeck, and a team doctor immediately knelt down and supported the back of his neck with his hand to prevent him from moving around.

Another team doctor took out a small medical flashlight, pried open Schrotterbeck's eyelids, and shone a bright light into his pupils.

More than a minute passed.

Schroederbeck's chest began to rise and fall noticeably.

He coughed twice with difficulty, staring blankly at the gray sky, his expression completely vacant.

The team doctor breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Then hold up two fingers.

"Nico! Look at me! Can you hear me?"

"How many is this?"

Schroederbeck stared blankly at the two fingers.

After moving his mouth for a long time, he finally uttered a completely illogical sentence.

"Mom, bring me my sausage..."

Upon hearing this, the two team doctors exchanged a glance.

The team doctor, holding a flashlight, stood up without hesitation and gestured for a substitution to Fisher on the sidelines. Then he pointed to his head.

Mild concussion.

There may even be brief periods of loss of consciousness.

This match marks the end of the game for Union Berlin's key central defender.

The 80,000 fans at Borussia Dortmund's home stadium saw the team doctor's gesture.

There was a half-second silence.

Then, cheers erupted from the crowd.

This is absolutely not gloating over an injured player. In football, fans have always been uncompromising towards the away team.

not to mention.

These die-hard fans in the South Stand have long disliked Schrottbeck.

Dortmund fans clearly remember his extremely malicious studs-up tackle on Haaland in the first half.

The referee showed leniency and only gave a yellow card, and the fans protested for a long time to no avail.

just now.

Everyone felt that Sun Yang's powerful shot had finally avenged his great grudge.

Cheers, whistles, and the unified chants of taunting fans echoed through Westfall.

"Go home and find your mom, bald guy!"

"This is not a place where you can run wild!"

Haaland ran over.

He glanced at Schroederbeck, who was being carefully lifted onto a stretcher by several medical staff, and immediately turned to look at Sun Yang.

The Norwegian behemoth couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? My God, that was a real cannon! He probably forgot what he had for dinner last night!"

Captain Royce also ran over and put his arm around Sun Yang's shoulder.

"Well done! Even though it didn't go in, it was even more satisfying than a goal. Their defense should be completely falling apart now."

Sun Yang listened to his teammates' teasing.

He turned his head and glanced at Union Berlin head coach Fischer, who was standing beside the stretcher with a look of frustration on his face.

Sun Yang shrugged innocently.

Then spread your hands out.

With a very helpless expression, he complained to the referee beside him in a very sincere tone.

"Sir, this isn't my fault, is it?"

"If he hadn't jumped so high, I would have already put the ball in the corner."