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

On the pitch in Paris Saint-Germain's half, the football sped along the ground, drawing a striking yellow-green trajectory.

Haaland strode forward to catch up.

The Nordic center forward swung his long leg, about to control the ball at his feet.

To the right front, a dark blue figure suddenly appeared from the side at high speed.

Paris Saint-Germain center-back Thiago Silva arrived just in time.

The Brazilian veteran did not blindly tackle the ball.

He cleverly used his explosive power to get a half-step ahead and block the defender's position in the paint.

The 1.83-meter-tall Silva collided violently with the 1.95-meter-tall Haaland while they were racing at high speed.

Shoulder to shoulder, the dull thud of muscles colliding was transmitted through the microphone to the broadcast camera.

Haaland thought he could overpower the defender with his sheer size, but he seriously underestimated the core strength of the former world's best center-back.

Silva lowered his body, rooting his legs to the ground, and withstood the impact, pushing Haaland toward the sideline.

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, and the two became entangled and unable to gain the upper hand.

At this moment, another PSG defender, Kimpembe, returned to his position in time. He seized the opportunity and made a decisive sliding tackle, poking the ball out of bounds.

Dortmund won a corner kick right at the start of the game.

At this moment, Neymar was still sitting on the grass in the midfield area.

He raised his hands high, his face full of resentment, and loudly protested to the Spanish referee, Matteu Lahoz, asserting that Sun Yang had committed a foul by intercepting the ball.

"Referee! That's definitely a foul! He just rammed into someone!" Neymar complained loudly in English, slapping the grass beside him.

Laos glanced at him. "Stop your act. That was a clean collision." He then completely ignored his South American style and turned to run towards the Paris Saint-Germain penalty area.

The restricted area is now in complete chaos.

Haaland and Silva clashed, arm in arm, shoving each other.

"Hey kid! Don't cause trouble on my turf!" Silva nudged Haaland with his chest.

Haaland, unafraid of trouble, took a step closer and said, "You old bones better watch out, or I'll smash you to pieces."

Laos rushed in quickly, forcibly separated the two men, and gave them a verbal warning.

After confirming the positions of both teams' players, Laos stepped out of the penalty area, put the whistle in his mouth, and blew it forcefully.

beep!

In the right corner flag area, Dortmund captain Reus begins his run-up.

A high-quality right-footed inward-spinning curler sent the ball past the defender at the near post and heading straight for the center of the penalty area.

Haaland stood at the 12-yard mark, wearing a Silva jersey.

Silva was at a height disadvantage, and he could only desperately pull on Haaland's jersey before jumping.

Haaland jumped forcefully, and Silva simply grabbed him from below and hugged his waist.

Even with someone hanging on him, Haaland still demonstrated terrifying aerial ability, heading the ball with a powerful, lion-like header.

The football changed direction and crashed into the top left corner of the goal.

Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper Keylor Navas displayed world-class, unpredictable reaction speed, leaping into the air with both legs and forcefully swatting the ball out of the penalty area.

The football soared high into the air and then fell towards the outside of the penalty area arc.

That area happened to be a defensive vacuum.

Sun Yang, who had been roaming around the perimeter protecting the second ball, kept his eyes fixed on the rapidly descending ball.

At this moment, all that flashed through Sun Yang's mind were the images of Zidane teaching him thousands of moves in the dream training camp.

Stand firmly on your supporting leg! Shift your weight forward! Point your toes!

Sun Yang did not choose to stop the ball to adjust.

He judged the ball's landing point, stretched his left arm back to maintain balance, and swung his right leg in the air in a very graceful crescent-shaped arc.

Facing the descending ball, Sun Yang stretched out his entire body in mid-air and struck the middle of the ball with the instep of his right foot without reservation.

boom!

Precise ball contact point! Extremely thorough power generation!

This was a powerful, unadorned volley.

The football transformed into a white streak, piercing through the dense crowd in the penalty area and hurtling towards the Paris Saint-Germain goal with terrifying speed.

Navas had just landed and didn't have time to make a second save.

More than 80,000 eyes in the audience were fixed on the beam of light.

Bang! A loud noise rang out.

The football slammed into the corner where the left crossbar and post meet, and even the metal goal frame vibrated violently.

The ball bounced high and flew out of bounds.

A huge gasp of shock came from the 80,000 people at Westfalen Stadium.

As the broadcast camera zoomed in on the stands, more than 20,000 Dortmund home fans simultaneously covered their heads in surprise.

The CCTV sports channel's live broadcast room was in an uproar.

He Wei exclaimed in regret: "Oh dear! What a pity! It was less than ten centimeters off! Dortmund almost had an incredible start!"

He Wei turned to the two professional commentators sitting beside him, "Coach Xu Yang, Coach Yang Chen, both of you have played professional matches. What do you think of the quality of Sun Yang's first-time volley?"

Yang Chen picked up a tactical pen and drew a force analysis diagram on the screen, speaking very quickly.

"That was an incredible shot! For an average player, the first instinct when dealing with a high, dipping ball from the outside is to use their chest or thigh to control it. But for Sun Yang to volley it without letting it bounce requires an extremely high level of spatial awareness and ankle control!"

Yang Chen added, "If the angle of the instep rotation were even slightly off by one or two degrees, the ball would either have flown directly into the stands or been miskicked and rolled out of bounds. The fact that Sun Yang was able to control it and produce such a high quality shot is enough to show that his basic skills are now incredibly solid."

Xu Yang nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Exactly, my scalp tingled when I saw that shot. Didn't you guys think that Sun Yang's swing and shot just now looked remarkably like Zidane's spectacular volley against Bayer Leverkusen in the 2002 Champions League final?"

Xu Yang pointed to Sun Yang in the replay, "Same left-footed support and power generation, same blind shot without looking at the goal. If that had gone in, it would definitely have been the shoo-in for the best goal of the Champions League this season!"

On the field, the rhythm of the game did not stop because of this amazing long-range shot.

Navas, panting heavily, placed the ball on the edge of the six-yard box and launched a long kick into the goal.

Paris captain Marquinhos chested down the ball on the right side of midfield and then delivered a low pass to Guy ahead.

Guy received the ball but didn't hold onto it; he immediately passed it to Di Maria, who was making a run down the right flank.

The Argentine speedster flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot and began to accelerate along the right sideline.

Paris Saint-Germain's attacking force has come alive.

In the central position, Mbappe, like a sports car running at full power, began to make forward runs without the ball to prepare for support.

Dortmund's defense immediately responded.

Left wing-back Guerrero decisively abandoned his defensive duties on the flank and moved inward to block Mbappe's path forward.

Sun Yang and Witsel both retreated to the 30-meter zone, forming a double defensive midfield barrier to protect the middle.

Left center-back Zagadou seized the opportunity and suddenly rushed out of the penalty area. Just as Di Maria was about to cut inside and change direction, Zagadou made a vicious sliding tackle, sliding the Argentine directly out of bounds.

PSG took the throw-in, and both sides engaged in a back-and-forth battle throughout the midfield.

The pace of today's game was breathtakingly fast.

Possession of the ball on both the offensive and defensive ends changed hands frequently in a very short period of time.

Tuchel's 3-4-2-1 formation began to show its advantages, with Verratti and Kurzawa constantly using their numerical advantage to pressure Dortmund's flanks.

Dortmund's defense demonstrated a very high level of tactical awareness.

The three-center-back system led by Hummels compressed PSG's attacking space to the extreme.

Mbappe's speed, which he was so proud of, was completely contained by the double-team defense of Hummels and Zagadou, and he didn't even get a decent one-on-one chance to beat the offside trap.

In midfield defense, Sun Yang completely transformed into Dortmund's sweeper. Favre's instructions were clear: Sun Yang was to drop back and dedicate most of his energy to battling Neymar.

For the first half, PSG controlled possession for almost all 35 minutes, with Neymar dominating the ball. The Brazilian star was in excellent form today. After receiving a pass from Verratti, he skillfully chipped the ball past Witsel, and upon landing, he flicked the ball with his toes, preparing to accelerate and overpower Dortmund's central defense.

Sun Yang did not back down, nor was he dazzled by the dazzling feints.

He accurately predicted the ball's trajectory. While a 65-point physique might be a disadvantage against others, it completely outmaneuvered the slender Neymar. He lowered his center of gravity and forcefully blocked the ball from the side and front.

boom!

Just as Neymar was about to flick the ball with his right foot, Sun Yang made a precise cut in, his broad frame colliding solidly with Neymar's shoulder, while simultaneously sweeping the ball towards the sideline with the instep of his right foot.

Neymar hadn't even finished his Samba tricks when he lost his balance and tumbled to the ground, clutching his calf and rolling three times on the grass.

"Are you playing football or hitting someone?!" Neymar got up from the ground, spread his hands, and roared at the referee, Laos, his eyes bloodshot.

Laos ran over with a cold face, pointing in the direction the ball went out of bounds: "I saw it clearly, he touched the ball first!" Laos completely ignored Neymar's exaggerated physical performance.

Throughout the first half, whenever Neymar received the ball and attempted a fancy move, Sun Yang would immediately close him down. There were no unnecessary leg extensions; it was pure core strength confrontation combined with extremely precise positioning.

After being knocked to the ground four or five times in a row, Neymar could no longer suppress his anger. Whenever Sun Yang got close, he was forced to pass the ball to Mbappe beside him in advance.

However, this high-intensity pressing and back-and-forth running, coupled with the physical battles with midfielders like Verratti and Guy, rapidly depleted Sun Yang's stamina.

With only 72 points of stamina, the performance falls short in the suffocatingly competitive Champions League.

Verratti stuck to Sun Yang like glue, not even giving him a chance to turn and pass the ball.

Referee Laos blew the whistle to end the first half.

The score remains 0-0.

The stadium lights up Westfalenstadion.

The players from both sides dragged their weary steps toward the players' tunnel.

Everyone's jerseys were completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to their muscles.

Sun Yang walked in the middle of the team, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. At the halftime whistle, his legs felt as heavy as lead.

Neymar walked past him, ripped off his shin guards, and uttered a mumbled Portuguese swear word.

Sun Yang didn't turn around. He wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand and walked straight to the locker room.