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

In the CCTV sports channel studio, the lights came on right on time.

Renowned commentators Duan Xuan and Tao Wei sat at the commentary booth, flipping through the thick stack of documents in front of them.

Today's match has garnered a lot of attention, with CCTV starting to promote it three days ago.

Duan Xuan quickly began his speech in front of the camera, his voice high-pitched and filled with excitement.

Good evening, viewers. This is CCTV Sports Channel.

"Now we bring you a highlight match of the 21st round of the Bundesliga, with Bayer Leverkusen hosting Borussia Dortmund, who are currently third in the league."

"I am commentator Duan Xuan, and next to me is the familiar coach Tao Weitao."

"There are less than ten minutes left before the match starts, and the broadcast signal has already been given to the stadium."

Tao Wei looked at the starting lineup on the big screen and began to analyze.

"For Dortmund, coach Favre is still sticking with the 3-4-3 formation that has been successful in recent matches."

"The front three are Sancho, Haaland, and veteran captain Reus."

"The four midfield positions, from left to right, are Guerreiro, Witsel, Sun Yang, and Achraf."

"The defense is anchored by Mats Hummels."

Duan Xuan chimed in to add to the discussion.

"Bayer Leverkusen is also fielding their full-strength squad today."

"Leverkusen is a tough team to beat. They're very close to Dortmund in the league standings right now, and whoever wins will secure a place in the Champions League qualification and title race."

"Peter Bosz made it clear in a pre-match interview that he wanted to teach Dortmund's young players a lesson at home."

With the commentators' warm-up, the live broadcast rooms on the online platforms were already flooded with barrage comments.

A large number of Chinese fans waited anxiously in front of their screens for the match to begin.

The scrolling of the comments was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

"Here we come! Great Sage, charge! We must take down the pharmaceutical factory today!"

"That kid on the other side, Havertz, was pretty arrogant before the match. I'll just blast their gate with a Batistuta cannon later."

"Today's away game will be tough. Leverkusen's midfield maestro is very famous, so Basharp must be careful to protect himself."

"That's right, the other side is a bunch of barbarians, Great Sage, please don't get hurt."

At this moment, the atmosphere at the BayArena has reached a fever pitch.

More than 20,000 home fans wore red and black jerseys, turning the stands into a rolling sea.

The huge team flag fluttered wildly in the night wind.

The deafening battle anthem echoed back and forth from the stadium roof, a show of force prepared by Leverkusen for the visiting team.

The players from both teams lined up to step onto the pitch. The home DJ began to announce the player rosters in a drawn-out tone.

When Haaland and Sun Yang's names were announced, the entire stadium erupted in a tsunami of boos. Countless Leverkusen fans raised their middle fingers high, and profanities echoed throughout the stadium.

Haaland walked in the group, his brow twitching, his eyes filled with barely suppressed ferocity.

Sun Yang reached out from the side and grabbed the broad shoulder of the Nordic monster.

"Don't rush, save your energy." Sun Yang pointed to the opposite goal. "We'll shut these guys up with a goal later."

Haaland pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing his anger: "It's a deal, you have to pass me the ball more today, don't try to do everything yourself."

Meanwhile, in the southeast corner of the stadium, more than 3,000 Dortmund away fans showed no weakness.

The shirtless, fat Karl raised an extra-large mug of draft beer and downed it in one gulp, then swung his thick arm forward with a sudden motion.

"Borussia Dortmund lads, crush them!"

With a megaphone in hand, Karl directed three thousand die-hard fans to engage in a passionate shouting match with the more than 20,000 Rossoneri fans at the home stadium, carving out a unique vocal battleground for the yellow and black team in the away game.

With a long whistle from the referee, the match officially began.

Dortmund gained possession of the ball.

Haaland, standing at the center circle, flicked the ball to Witsel behind him.

Less than a second after Witsel received the ball, Bayer Leverkusen striker Diaby charged at Witsel like a mad panther.

Without any probing, Leverkusen immediately launched a high-pressing attack from the start!

The ball was quickly passed to Sun Yang's feet.

The moment Sun Yang touched the ball with his right foot, a tall figure loomed in front of him.

"Go back to your reserves!" Havertz swore in heavily accented English, sprinting at high speed without slowing down, and slammed his shoulder into Sun Yang's chest.

Sun Yang protected the ball, and the two collided violently before falling to the ground.

The referee blew his whistle and ruled that Havertz had committed a foul.

Havertz brushed the grass off his clothes, stood up, and glanced at Sun Yang on the ground with a cold smile, displaying the complete posture of a victor.

For the next fifteen minutes, the scene was nothing short of brutal.

The battle turned into a pure hand-to-hand combat.

Every time they got the ball, it was accompanied by a tumble and fall, and the referee's whistle was almost constant.

The game was fragmented by fouls and controversies.

Leverkusen's tactical intentions are very clear.

As soon as the ball crosses halfway, Havertz and Diaby will definitely double-team Sun Yang.

They completely blocked Sun Yang's right side of the space, forcing him to use his left foot, which he was not good at, to handle the ball.

After several high-intensity pressing attacks, Dortmund's midfield organization was paralyzed.

The front three attacking trident became isolated islands, disconnected from each other.

Haaland was in a hurry, like a wild beast locked in a cage.

Bayer Leverkusen's defender, Tah, displayed an extremely unscrupulous defensive style.

No matter where Haaland is, Talisca is always right behind him.

He kept making subtle hand gestures, pulling on Haaland's jersey, putting his arm around his waist, and even secretly kicking Haaland's ankle with his toe.

Every time Haaland tried to start, Talon would practically drag him up to him.

The ball flew forward again, and just as Haaland was about to jump to contest the header, Tah wrapped his arms around Haaland's waist from behind.

Haaland turned around in a rage and shoved the other man away with his thick arm.

He raised his hands and loudly protested to the referee.

"Sir! Didn't you see? Is this wrestling or football?!" Haaland shouted angrily, pointing at the tower.

The referee shook his head with a cold face, deeming it normal physical contact and signaling for the game to continue.

This lenient ruling emboldened Haaland, prompting the home fans to unleash a chorus of boos at the volatile player.

Favre stood on the sidelines, his face ashen.

Leverkusen is clearly cheating.

Use rough fouls and borderline fouls to wear down the patience of Dortmund players.

Fifteen minutes have passed in the game.

Neither side managed to score a goal, nor even manage a single shot that hit the target.

The fans in the live stream were jumping up and down in frustration.

"What kind of kicking is that? It's a complete foul!"

"Did the referee take a bribe? That defender was practically hanging on Haaland and he didn't even show a card!"

"The Great Sage can't get the ball at all. He's surrounded by two people the whole time. It's so frustrating."

The match has reached the sixteenth minute.

Leverkusen made a mistake in their attacking play, and Hummels headed the ball away in the penalty area.

The ball fell to Witsel's feet.

The Belgian veteran glanced up and sent out a rapid, low through ball.

The ball rolled across the grass toward the center circle.

Sun Yang immediately retreated to provide support.

This is precisely the strangulation trap that the Leverkusen coaching staff has practiced countless times.

Bosz, who was standing on the sidelines, immediately shouted.

"Go. Crush him. Keep a close eye on his right foot."

The instant the command was issued.

Havertz and Diaby started from two different directions.

They formed a perfect encirclement, like the two blades of a pair of scissors, clamping down hard on Sun Yang, who was in the middle.

Havertz's gaze was firmly fixed on Sun Yang's right foot.

The analysis from the video lessons these past few days is still vivid in my mind.

All of this Asian kid's threatening shots are delivered with his right foot.

If you can make a tackle the moment he stops the ball and turns, you can definitely steal it.

When he was still a meter away from Sun Yang, Havertz decisively shoved the ball!

A vicious double-footed sliding tackle went straight for Sun Yang's right foot.

At the same time, Diaby on the other side closed in with lightning speed, blocking Sun Yang's space to pass the ball backward.

Duan Xuan, the commentator on CCTV, gasped.

"Danger! This is a move aimed at someone."