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

In the CCTV broadcast studio, Duan Xuan slammed his hand on the control panel: "Ouch! It hit the crossbeam, just centimeters off! Sun Yang's long-range shot had the violent beauty of Batistuta at his peak!"

Tao Wei was equally excited: "What a pity! If that goal had gone in, he would definitely have been the player of the round!"

The game has entered the fourth and a half minute of stoppage time. There are less than a few dozen seconds left in the game.

Goalkeeper Hradecky, still shaken, lingered in his own half for a moment. Finally, urged on by the referee's whistle, he launched a long ball directly towards the halfway line.

Leverkusen winger Leon Bailey, who had just come on as a substitute, moved forward half a step to receive the first ball. Before he could even touch the edge of the ball, a fierce shoving force came crashing up from his left rear.

It was Sun Yang, who had returned to his defensive position.

He had retreated back to the center circle at some point, and with the abnormal center of gravity brought by the "Kanter cheat", he used his back to push Leon Belica, who was much stronger than him, out of position, and pointed his toes forward precisely.

A clean and decisive tackle!

He then passed the ball to captain Reus, who was making a run down the flank.

Reus advanced five meters along the edge of the penalty area, and facing the closing pressure from two center-backs, he pushed the ball back with his left foot to the core area of ​​the penalty arc.

Sun Yang charged in like lightning!

Dragovic was terrified. The deafening roar of the beam exploding still echoed in his ears, and he was determined not to let that madman kick him from the front again!

Dragovic lunged forward sideways, completely ignoring the ball, only wanting to use his body to block Sun Yang's shot.

But just before the two sides were about to make contact, Sun Yang's running rhythm suddenly stopped.

He stepped on the top of the ball and rolled backward with force. With a light and agile turn, he used his full explosive power to perform a perfect Marseille turn in the narrow, log-like crest of the arc!

He had just shifted his entire body a body length away from Dragovich.

In desperation, Dragovic completely lost his balance. Just before he fell and rolled into the grass, he reached out with both hands, like a wrestler, grabbed the back of Sun Yang's yellow jersey collar, and pulled back with all his might.

Sun Yang was violently pulled half a meter away, and fell forward, landing just inside the free throw arc in the center of the 22-meter zone.

A sharp whistle cleaved the field.

The referee's gleaming finger pointed directly at the location of the foul.

Right at the edge of the penalty area, directly facing the goal, the position was perfect for a direct free kick!

The referee pulled a yellow card from his pocket and held it up to Dragovic, who was getting up from the ground. At this point, the entire Bayer Leverkusen team didn't even have the energy to argue about the controversy; all the defenders rushed towards the penalty area like madmen to form a human wall.

The fifth minute of stoppage time has arrived.

The referee checked his watch, then gestured: "This free kick is finished, and the match is over."

Sun Yang stood at the free-throw line, hands on his hips, panting heavily. The television camera zoomed in for a close-up. The medical bandage wrapped around his right leg was soaked with remaining blood, a truly gruesome sight.

All of Dortmund's substitutes stood on the white boundary line.

On the sidelines, Haaland ripped off the towel from his head, ignoring his leg injury, and, supported by a young substitute, walked over, sticking his head onto the field and shouting, "Brothers! Don't let them live! Put that damn ball in the net! Cripple those dirty players!"

Sun Yang raised his left hand high and gave Haaland a thumbs up.

His chest heaved dramatically.

It wasn't just because of the running I'd just done, but because of the alarming string of red text on the screen in front of me.

[Perpetual Motion Machine Lung Experience Card: 22 seconds remaining... 21 seconds...]

The pharmaceutical company fielded a massive, dense six-man wall, with big players like Bender and Tahm Kench sticking shoulder to shoulder, completely blocking one side of the goal.

Hradecky bent his knees slightly and stared at Sun Yang's feet.

Tens of thousands of eyes in the audience turned to look.

Sun Yang wiped the cracked, bleeding marks on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and new blood was seeping from the spot on his right leg where the gauze was tightly bound.

Suddenly, Sun Yang raised his left arm. His signature finger pointed to the top right post of the goal!

The entire audience gasped.

Hradecky's head pounded! Here we go again! He's pointing his left hand again! Everyone in the Bundesliga knows that whichever direction this kid points, a free kick or a powerful shot will be launched as if it had eyes!

"Move to the right! Push the wall another thirty centimeters to the right! Don't leave any gaps!" Hradecky shouted, moving the wall to a new position, while simultaneously taking a large step to the side of the goal himself.

But he had no idea what to expect. This old man had used to deceive people by pointing east while hitting west before, so who knew if he was actually hitting the right direction this time?

Sun Yang didn't even glance at the changes in the human wall. He stepped back, maintaining a standard three-step distance.

As the referee blew his whistle.

Sun Yang took small steps to run up, raised his left arm backward, and tilted his entire body to the left.

This is the classic "crescent moon" shot! He planted his foot firmly, aimed his right instep at the ball on the grass, and slammed it down!

The six defenders in the wall saw him raise his foot and jumped up in unison, trying to block the inevitable path of the banana kick.

But the moment Sun Yang touched the ball, his ankle subtly changed the point of force application.

No banana kick arc in the air!

There was no loud bang from the high ball that soared three feet into the sky!

"Whoosh!"

This was a vicious and ruthless ground-sweeping strike.

The ball, moving with terrifying speed, skimmed the grass and hurtled past the feet of the towering wall of players.

Because the human wall blocked his view, Hradecky was unable to judge the landing point immediately.

His first reaction was to be wary of the high-flying, spinning ball coming from the upper right corner. As the wall jumped and a cheer erupted from below, his gaze fell—and there it was—the white streak of lightning was already skimming the grass from the twelve o'clock line, heading straight for his blind spot.

Too fast! That kind of low-altitude rapid-fire with strong spin and friction is twice as hard to defend against as an aerial arc shot!

Hradecky used his entire 200-pound body to quickly dive to the side of the goal to make a save.

As long as it touches the ball, it will fly out of bounds!

The ball, which was flying at high speed through the low air, took a dramatic turn in those last two meters!

At the Bayer goal's six-yard box, because of the earlier fierce battle between Haaland and the defenders, there was a small patch of loose, rotten hay that hadn't been properly compacted.

The ball, which was moving very flat against the grass, scraped against a small, slightly raised patch of turf.

"Clatter!"

The football suddenly changed direction and bounced off the ground.

It leaped right over Hradecky, who was lying on the ground, and headed into the top right corner of the goal.

That was exactly the spot Sun Yang had pointed out with his left hand, the spot he wanted to hit.

"Whoosh!!!"

The white mesh bag was flipped upwards and rolled up.

The entire stadium was deathly silent, with 20,000 die-hard Bayer fans in both the home and away stands.

Goal! A game-winning goal!

4-3! In the final minute of stoppage time, Dortmund took the lead.

All the Dortmund players roared and charged forward from the backfield and the bench area! Haaland, who was half-limping in the substitutes' area, excitedly threw his towel more than ten meters away and flung his clothes into the air.

Sun Yang, who was standing at the free-throw line, did not move.

A system notification popped up on my forehead.

[Note: The Kant Perpetual Motion Machine Lung Experience Card has expired after five minutes.]

[WARNING: Glycogen depletion triggered! Forced hibernation activated!]

The next second, an overwhelming sense of weakness surged from the depths of my bones. My strength was rapidly dissipating; the side effects of the trial card were hitting me hard. My muscle glycogen was completely depleted, and my body entered a terrifying period of weakness.

Sun Yang felt his limbs were as limp as cooked noodles, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids. His vision went black, and he fell straight down onto the grass in front of him.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard the voices of the away fans. Old Karl, the leader of the South Stand, was holding a megaphone, leading more than three thousand Dortmund fans in a loud chant.

"You are my sunshine... my only sunshine..."

The tremendous singing echoed around the Arena! In the Leverkusen home stands, where everyone had their heads down, the first fan in a black and red jersey stood up and clapped his hands.

Second place, five hundredth place… Nearly 20,000 people stood up, facing the young figure lying on the field, his thigh stained with blood. The continuous applause that resounded throughout the stadium completely drowned out the final whistle…