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

The whistle to start the second half had just blown.

Haaland, Sun Yang, Sancho, and Reus all pressed forward in unison, advancing directly into Leverkusen's half.

This is Bumblebee's most famous signature tactic: high-position swarm pressure.

Multiple players act in unison within a very small area, using extremely aggressive pressing to cut off the opponent's passing lanes.

Havertz had just stopped the ball with his foot and hadn't even had time to look up and observe his teammates' runs when a figure in a yellow and black jersey appeared within a meter of him. Sun Yang's positioning was extremely tricky, perfectly blocking Havertz's path as he prepared to pass the ball back to the center-back.

Havertz quickly turned around, trying to use his broad back to separate Sun Yang and protect the ball at his feet.

That moment of hesitation as he turned around revealed a fatal flaw.

Haaland, who had been keeping a close eye on the ball, strode over with his massive nearly 1.95-meter frame.

Haaland didn't waste any words. Taking advantage of Havertz's momentary loss of balance as he turned, he stretched out his thick, long leg and slammed his toe into the side of the ball.

The ball went straight between Havertz's legs. Havertz had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the ball was taken away by the opponent.

Interception!

Captain Reus was already prepared on the sidelines. He took control of the ball, took a touch with his right foot, and sprinted at high speed into Leverkusen's penalty area.

Bosz had just settled into his seat on the bench when he saw his team's ball intercepted less than ten seconds after kickoff. He jumped up and slammed his fist into the thick plastic roof of the bench.

"Block him! Go up and block him right now!" Boss yelled at the top of his lungs, veins popping out on his forehead.

Leverkusen's two center-backs immediately abandoned their defensive zones and focused all their efforts on closing in on Reus, who had the ball.

Reus was very clever. After drawing the defenders' attention with the ball, he didn't try to score himself. Instead, he played a through ball with the instep of his right foot to Sancho, who was making a run down the left flank.

Sancho gets the ball. Now only Leverkusen's goalkeeper Hradecky is in front of him.

This is a fantastic one-on-one opportunity!

However, Sancho was completely out of form today, and Favre's reprimand in the locker room made him eager to prove himself with a goal.

With a flick of his left foot, the ball would have gone into the far corner.

But Sancho insisted on taking an extra step, wanting to adjust the ball to his most comfortable right foot.

With that extra step, goalkeeper Hradecky had already rushed out of his goal, spreading his arms wide as he lunged at Sancho.

Sancho's shooting angle was completely blocked, leaving only a tiny gap. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and take a shot.

"Bang!"

The ball slammed heavily against Hradecky's inner thigh, deflecting and flying out of the penalty area.

A great sigh of regret erupted from the Dortmund bench. Favre, in particular, was so angry that he spun around on the spot and swore.

The ball flew out of the penalty area and landed slightly to the right of the edge of the penalty area.

Sun Yang happened to run to the vicinity of the landing point at that moment. He didn't look at the bounced ball, but instead quickly scanned the surrounding positions out of the corner of his eye.

Directly in front of him, two key defenders from Leverkusen, Baumgartlinger and Amiri, blocked his path from the left and right. Both men were extremely robust and adopted a defensive stance, as if closing the door on him.

All long-range shooting angles were completely blocked by these two players. If Sun Yang dared to take a shot, the ball would definitely be blocked.

When the two men saw Sun Yang raise his right foot, as if to unleash a powerful shot, they instinctively turned their bodies to the side, preparing to use their backs to block the heavy cannonball.

Just as they closed their eyes, bracing themselves for a smack, Sun Yang raised his right foot high, but landed very lightly on top of the ball.

His top-tier muscle memory, honed through Zidane's internal training in the dream training ground, came into play. This set of movements, practiced tens of thousands of times on the plum blossom stakes, required no conscious thought whatsoever.

Step on the ball with the sole of your right foot and pull it back forcefully.

Using his left foot as a pivot, Sun Yang executed a remarkably smooth half-turn, drawing power from the ball. His back slid past Amiri, who had missed his target.

Halfway through his turn, his left foot had already naturally stepped on the ball.

Pull it forward smoothly.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary hesitation. The ball rolled through the extremely narrow gap between the two players.

Zidane's signature move, the Marseille turn!

Baumgartlinger and Amiri missed completely. The two even collided on the grass, tumbling and falling haphazardly.

Sun Yang dribbled the ball smoothly, bypassing the double-team defense, and cut into Leverkusen's penalty area from the right flank.

At this point, only center-back Tapsoba, who had previously conceded a penalty, remained at the very back.

Tapsoba was filled with dread. He already had a yellow card, and if he were to foul Sun Yang in the penalty area at this moment, a red card and a penalty kick would be the immediate outcome.

He didn't dare to extend his foot easily, so he could only bend over, grabbing Sun Yang's body with both hands, sticking to Sun Yang cautiously, trying to block his path to kick the door, and forcing Sun Yang all the way to the baseline.

The two players grappled and reached the right baseline. The angle had become extremely narrow, leaving almost no space for a direct shot.

Sun Yang braced his left arm against Tapsoba's chest, then suddenly lifted his right leg, assuming a stance for a powerful, low-angle shot. The muscles of his entire thigh were completely taut.

That feint was so realistic. Tapsoba no longer cared about whether it was a foul or not; he instinctively swung his body sideways, trying to use his largest side to block the ball out of bounds.

Tapsoba had just fallen to the ground. Sun Yang raised his right foot high and landed, but instead of shooting with force, he gently cut the ball off the outside of the goal.

Tapsoba's massive body slid two meters across the grass due to inertia, going directly over the baseline.

The defenses are completely breached.

After dribbling past the defender, Sun Yang didn't even look up at the center of the penalty area before calmly pushing the ball with the instep of his right foot. The ball skimmed along the grass, rolling rapidly towards the area slightly behind the penalty spot.

A textbook inverted triangle pass.

"Mine!" Haaland's gruff voice boomed in the penalty area.

This goal-scoring machine from Northern Europe had anticipated the passing lane. He strode confidently past the defender marking him.

The ball was delivered with pinpoint accuracy to his most comfortable path forward. Faced with this easy opportunity, Haaland didn't hesitate at all.

He met the rolling ball head-on, straightened his left leg, and used his thigh to concentrate all his strength on the instep.

"boom!"

The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground echoed throughout the half of the court. It was a powerful and devastating shot.

The ball flew through the legs of four or five players from both sides in the penalty area, so fast that goalkeeper Hradecky didn't even have time to make a save.

The ball slammed into the top corner of the net, creating an exaggerated bulge.

Goal stands!

Dortmund used their signature high-pressing style to break through Leverkusen's defense again in less than a minute at the start of the second half!

The score on the big screen changed. Dortmund took a 3-2 lead!

"Well done! I knew you'd pass the ball to me!"

Haaland, his face flushed with excitement, sprinted towards the finish line. He reached Sun Yang, opened his arms, and hoisted Sun Yang off the ground, spinning him around twice.

Haaland then put Sun Yang down. Instead of yelling at the stands, he sat down on the grass at the baseline, crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and made his signature meditation celebration gesture.

Sun Yang, along with Reus and Sancho who followed, ran behind him and sat cross-legged, mimicking Haaland's meditation posture.

The more than 3,000 away fans in the Dortmund away stands went wild, clapping rhythmically and singing Dortmund's team song, completely drowning out the voices of the 20,000 home fans.

In stark contrast, the entire Bayer Leverkusen team was deathly silent.

Bosz crouched in the command area, his hands covering his head in despair. His meticulously planned tactics for the entire halftime break had collapsed in less than a minute.

Near the center circle. Havertz stared at the ball in the goal, his face turning from ashen to death. If he hadn't hesitated and lost possession, this goal wouldn't have happened. He could feel the extremely dissatisfied gazes of the home fans closing in on him.

Havertz clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh. He turned and growled a few extremely offensive swear words in German at the defenders behind him.

He then fixed his gloomy gaze on Sun Yang and Haaland, who were celebrating with their teammates. A destructive and vengeful urge was igniting within the German prodigy.