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

Dortmund throws the ball in from outside the box.

Ashraf throws the ball to Sun Yang, who has retreated.

After Sun Yang received the ball, he clearly felt that the atmosphere on the court had changed.

Union Berlin's players didn't immediately pounce on him to press. The closest player to him, veteran Gentner, simply stood three meters away, hands on his hips, watching him.

These ruthless players who were like wild dogs scrambling for the ball in the first half are now so exhausted they can barely move their legs.

Trailing by two goals, coupled with that psychologically devastating long-range lob from the halfway line, Union Berlin's morale completely collapsed.

They wanted to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

But Sun Yang has no intention of stopping.

He sat on the bench for a full forty-five minutes.

He witnessed firsthand how those guys used their shiny-soled flying tackles on Haaland and how they used their black elbows to strike Reus in the back.

The butcher's knife is already raised high, and it will not be returned to its sheath until blood is drawn.

Sun Yang stepped on the ball and gently flicked it to Witsel beside him with the inside of his right foot.

Dortmund began to pass the ball around in their own half.

Sun Yang no longer needed to sprint like he used to. He was like a dealer standing at a poker table, distributing his chips one by one.

He ran to the left wing to receive the ball, drawing two defenders to close in, and then sent the ball back to the right wing with a low, long pass.

The ball spun rapidly at the feet of the Dortmund players.

Union Berlin's players could only run after the ball like headless flies, their stamina quickly drained in the meaningless back-and-forth runs.

The match has reached the 75th minute.

Union Berlin's formation was stretched thin, leaving a large gap between the midfield and defense.

Sun Yang received the ball near the center line.

Gentner gritted his teeth and charged over, intending to use a tactical foul to take down Sun Yang.

Sun Yang deftly slid his right foot with the outside of his foot, skillfully dodging Gentner's tackle.

He then raised his head.

A huge, yellow-black figure appeared in their field of vision.

Haaland raised his right arm just outside the penalty area.

"Here! Smash it down here!" the Norwegian giant roared.

Sun Yang understood immediately.

He swung his right leg back, leaned his whole body forward, and forcefully shoved the ball towards the bottom.

boom!

The football soared into the air.

This was a long, 45-degree diagonal pass with a strong lateral spin!

The perfect Bass curve is reproduced in Westphalia.

The ball sailed over the heads of Union Berlin's two center-backs and landed precisely near the six-yard box line in the center of the penalty area.

Union Berlin center-back Friedrich desperately retreated.

He got into position before Haaland and tried to block the position with his body.

But he completely underestimated the impact of that Norwegian behemoth.

Haaland charged into the penalty area like a heavy tank, leaping high to meet the descending ball.

Seeing that he couldn't defend against it, Friedrich simply hung on Haaland's shoulder, trying to pull him down.

With a 190cm tall man hanging on his back, Haaland didn't even bend over.

Despite the immense weight, he completed an extremely domineering lion head shake in mid-air!

The ball was headed towards the top right corner of the goal.

Union Berlin goalkeeper Gikiewicz couldn't even make a save attempt and watched helplessly as the ball crashed into the net.

The net tumbled violently.

Three to zero!

The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the center circle. The goal stands.

After scoring, Haaland shoved aside the persistent Friedrich and turned to charge towards midfield.

He sprinted forty meters, reached Sun Yang, picked him up, and spun him around twice.

"That was so good, man! That pass was fucking perfect!" Haaland yelled at the top of his lungs.

The Dortmund players around him gathered to celebrate.

In the studio, Duan Xuan slammed his fist on the table and loudly gave his commentary.

"The third one! Haaland scores his second goal! But half the credit goes to Sun Yang. That 45-degree cross was brilliant, the placement was perfectly calculated, it was practically a gift to him!"

Tao Wei added from the side.

"That's what you call a midfield engine. Sun Yang is playing with such ease right now. The opposition simply can't contain his passing lanes. Look at the way he gets the ball, Union Berlin's defense retreated five meters."

Sidelines of the game.

Union Berlin coach Fischer closed his eyes in anguish.

His players are no longer playing football; they are being subjected to a one-sided public execution.

The game continues.

After the restart, Union Berlin didn't even bother with a symbolic counterattack.

Whenever a Dortmund player gets the ball, the entire team retreats to their own half and sets up a tight defensive formation.

The time has come to the 82nd minute.

Union Berlin's defender made a mistake in clearing the ball, and it fell directly to Sun Yang's feet.

Sun Yang received the ball ten meters outside the penalty area.

Two defenders immediately rushed to double-team him, trying to block his space to take a long-range shot.

That long-range lob shot from the halfway line had left a deep psychological scar on them. No one dared to let Sun Yang shoot easily again.

Sun Yang looked at the two men closing in on him and made a feint with his right foot as if he were about to unleash a powerful shot.

The two defenders quickly turned to the side, preparing to use their backs to block the ball.

Just as they turned around, Sun Yang flicked his right ankle and used the inside of his foot to subtly push the ball towards the left side of the penalty area's arc.

That spot was completely empty!

Captain Reus made a high-speed run down the left flank, meeting the rolling ball head-on without even stopping.

He got into position and struck the ball squarely in the center with the instep of his right foot.

boom!

The ball, like a cannonball, skimmed the slippery grass and headed straight for the far corner of the goal.

Goalkeeper Gikievitz dived to make a save, but the ball was simply too fast. It grazed his fingertips and nestled into the net from the inside of the post.

Four to zero!

The Westfalen Stadium was completely transformed into a sea of ​​joy.

Beer was poured down from the top of the stands, and the entire south stand was as lively as boiling water.

Reus ran to the corner flag area and waved his fists at the stands.

When Sun Yang ran over, Royce grabbed him by the neck.

"Well done, lad! You've completely fooled those two guys!" The captain grinned from ear to ear.

Sun Yang patted the team leader on the back and walked back with the others.

On the sidelines, Favre made two substitutions, replacing Achraf and Witsel with several young substitutes.

But they kept Sun Yang on the court.

The head coach is well aware that Sun Yang is currently on a roll, and this game is an excellent opportunity for him to build confidence and stats.

The competition is drawing to a close.

After the regular 90 minutes had elapsed, the fourth official raised the stoppage time sign, indicating three minutes of added time.

By this time, the Union of Berlin had become a complete mess.

The goalkeeper kicks the ball out of the goal.

The ball was headed away by Dortmund defender Hummels during a scramble for possession in the center circle.

The ball landed at Sun Yang's feet.

Sun Yang glanced at the timer. Time was almost up.

He stood with the ball under his feet, his gaze sweeping across the front field.

Sancho on the left wing is waving at him.

This was Sun Yang's last offensive play in the game.

He stepped back and forcefully swished the ball towards the bottom with the outside of his right foot.

The ball, with a strange outward-spinning arc, swept across most of the field and accurately found Sancho, who was sprinting down the left flank.

This was a massive transfer that stretched for fifty meters!

His passing vision and footwork are impeccable.

Sancho controlled the ball near the sideline. Facing the defender, the talented English winger used his explosive power to force his way forward.

He pushed the ball forward, using his speed to outrun the opposing full-back, and charged all the way to the byline.

He immediately followed up with a cross!

The ball skimmed along the grass and swept quickly toward the goal.

The Union Berlin defender stretched out his leg to clear the ball, but missed.

Haaland in the middle was like a bloodthirsty assassin. He appeared out of nowhere and, before the goalkeeper could rush out, stretched out his long leg and gently tapped the ball three meters in front of the goal.

The ball flew into the empty net without any doubt.

Five to zero!

Haaland's third goal of the match.

A hat trick is born!

The ground of the entire Westfalenstadion was shaking.

The DJ's shrill screams blared from the loudspeakers.

"The goal scorer is our most formidable number 17!"

Eighty thousand people responded in unison.

"Erling! Haaland!"

"Haaland!"

"Haaland!"

After scoring, Haaland didn't go to the corner flag to celebrate. He rushed straight into the goal, scooped the ball out of the net, and held it tightly in his arms.

He ran all the way to find Sun Yang, who was walking back, and shoved the match ball with the Bundesliga logo into Sun Yang's arms.

"This ball should have been yours! God is my witness, without your two assists, I definitely wouldn't have scored three!" Haaland said earnestly.

Sun Yang tossed the ball back to him and jokingly punched the opponent's hard chest muscles.

"Keep it; it's a striker's duty to score goals. Keep making good runs into space for me next game."

The referee didn't even let Union Berlin restart the game, and blew the final whistle directly.

Beep! Beep! Beep (long beep)!

The match has officially ended!

Borussia Dortmund thrashed Union Berlin 5-0 at home, completing a brutal massacre.

The Union Berlin players collapsed onto the grass, one by one. No one wanted to get up.

Dortmund's entire substitutes rushed onto the field.

Teaching assistant Terzic excitedly ran to Favre's side, carrying a thick data statistics board.

"Boss! Sun only played half the game! One incredible lob shot, two direct assists, and one indirect play! He covered less than three kilometers, but he completely exhausted the opposing team!"

Favre nodded, his gaze never leaving the young man wearing the number 29 jersey.

"He is Dortmund's asset. He understands the game better than anyone else. Edin, go and inform the team doctor to arrange the highest level of rehabilitation treatment for him after the match."

The players hugged and greeted each other.

According to Westfalen tradition, after each home victory, the entire team goes to the South Stand to express their gratitude.

Reus walked at the front and waved to gather everyone together.

The starters and substitutes lined up side by side in a long row.

Hand in hand, they slowly walked toward the most fervent and die-hard supporters' section.

The 25,000 die-hard fans in the south stand lingered, reluctant to leave.

Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder, raising their yellow and black Dortmund scarves high in the air.

Several dazzling cold fireworks were lit.

Thick red smoke mixed with white smoke billowed across the stands. The entire south stand resembled an erupting volcano, a breathtaking spectacle.

The fat fan leader stood at the highest point and forcefully struck the huge war drum.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Accompanied by the deep drumbeats, 25,000 people sang Borussia Dortmund's team song, "We Will Always Support You," in unison.

The singing swept through the entire venue like a tsunami.

Reus led the charge with a loud roar.

All the players held hands and ran forward a few steps, then sprinted forward on their knees.

Water splashed everywhere on the grass.

The players stopped in front of the GG sign at the bottom of the South Stand, stood up, and bowed and applauded to the fans.

Sun Yang stood between Haaland and Sancho.

He clapped his hands, his chest heaving, watching the German men in the stands roaring in celebration.

The pure football atmosphere here made his blood boil.

Just as the closing ceremony reached its climax, a huge banner on the stands was torn open by more than a dozen people and rolled down the second-floor stands.

There were a few words written on it in bold black German.

All the fans' attention was drawn to the banner that had suddenly appeared.

The die-hard fans who were singing earlier erupted into an even more deafening roar after seeing the words written on it.

Reus looked up and was completely stunned.

Haaland, standing next to him, opened his mouth wide and turned to stare at Sun Yang.

Sun Yang looked up.

The banner prominently featured an upside-down Arsenal logo with a large red X next to it.

The large characters are written very directly.

"Blind men of London! Dortmund thanks you for abandoning your king!"