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

During halftime, the home team's locker room at the Westfalenstadion was filled with a warm and lively atmosphere.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a strong smell of sweat mixed with the scent of grass and soil hit me. The players were slumped on the bench, panting heavily.

Sun Yang took a bottle of special sports drink from a staff member and gulped it down. He had been battling Neymar for the entire 45 minutes of the first half, and his stamina was already nearing its limit. His legs were now throbbing and aching.

Coach Favre stood in front of the tactics board, holding a black marker in his hand, and tapped the whiteboard forcefully.

"Listen up, lads! You did a fantastic job in the first half!" Favre raised his voice. "You defended very well. Son, you made that 200 million euro Brazilian look like a complaining rookie, that was amazing."

The players clapped and cheered for Sun Yang.

Favre turned around and quickly drew several arrows on the tactics board with a pen.

"But in the second half, we need to take the initiative. This is our territory, we must win the game!" Favre looked at Sun Yang, "Sun, starting from the second half, you don't need to worry about Neymar anymore. Let Marco deal with him."

Captain Reus nodded immediately, patting his chest: "Don't worry, boss, I'll show that guy how tough German players are."

Favre continued his instructions: "Witsel, you need to form a double barrier with Marco to completely cut off PSG's midfield connection. Sancho, you need to make more off-the-ball runs on the wings to draw their full-backs out, leaving a lot of space in the middle."

Finally, Favre stared at Haaland's tall figure: "Herring, you're a nail. Stay in the PSG penalty area, don't go anywhere else. As long as the ball is passed to you, smash it into the goal!"

Haaland clenched his fist, making a cracking sound as his knuckles snapped together.

Favre walked up to Sun Yang and patted him on the shoulder.

"Get the ball in the middle and orchestrate the attack. Use every passing option in your head. PSG's defense isn't impenetrable; find that fatal gap and pass the ball there!"

Meanwhile, in the dressing room of Paris Saint-Germain on the other side.

The atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

Neymar sat on a bench nearby, ripped off his shin guards, and slammed them to the ground.

"Damn it! Where did Dortmund find this Eastern kid?" Neymar complained loudly to Mbappe beside him. "That kid is a complete madman, utterly unreasonable! Every time I try to make a move, he charges at me, ball and all. And the referee just doesn't care!"

Mbappe handed him a dry towel and replied in fluent French, "Neyma, don't be impatient. They're just trying to provoke you. You have to give me the ball. As long as I get running, Dortmund's defenders won't even see my taillights."

Head coach Tuchel walked to the center with a dark expression.

"Look at the rubbish you played in the first half! You're supposed to be the most expensive duo in all of Europe!" Tuchel roared. "Where's your advantage? Pick up the pace! Mbappe, when you get the ball, make a decisive run down the court. Don't get tangled up with them in midfield!"

Tuchel turned to look at midfield defenders Verratti and Gueye, his face grim.

"That Chinese kid, number 29, he'll definitely orchestrate a counter-attack in the second half." Tuchel slammed his knuckles on the table. "As soon as he gets the ball and prepares to dribble past someone, whether he turns or tries some fancy trick, just physically take him down! Don't let him pass the ball! Even if it gets you a card, keep him on the grass!"

The break time is over.

Players from both teams filed out of the locker room and lined up in the players' tunnel.

Haaland walked over to Sun Yang and put his arm around his neck. The Norwegian striker was now radiating the aura of a beast eager to score.

"Hey bro, we have to take them down in the second half." Haaland leaned close to Sun Yang's ear, "You just need to pass that damn ball out, even if you just slap it on the head, I'll put it in the net behind Navas."

Sun Yang smiled, raised his head, and looked directly into Haaland's eyes.

"No problem. When we get to the attacking third, watch where I'm pointing. I'll send the ball there."

Haaland paused for a moment, then grinned widely.

"Your left hand? Please, man. That Tuchel probably already had the entire PSG team thoroughly review your game footage. They're marking your left hand more closely than anything else now."

Sun Yang shook his head, extended his right index finger, and waved it in front of Haaland.

"No, this time don't look at my left hand, look at my right hand."

Haaland was a little stunned, but he knew Sun Yang's incredible passing vision, so he nodded emphatically in agreement.

Referee Mateu's whistle pierced the night sky once again.

The second half of the game has officially begun.

After halftime, both teams returned to the pitch. Perhaps due to the high intensity of the first half, both sides noticeably slowed down their pace in the first ten minutes.

PSG began frequently passing the ball around in their own half. Dortmund, on the other hand, strictly followed Favre's tactics, retreating their formation and softening their pressing in the attacking third, dropping entirely back into their own half. They were gathering their strength, like a leopard lurking in the grass, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The match has reached the 61st minute.

PSG full-back Kurzawa receives the ball and passes it across to Verratti in the middle. Verratti, without controlling the ball, immediately makes a diagonal pass to Neymar on the right wing.

Neymar controlled the ball with his right foot and was just about to dribble forward.

He looked up and was shocked to find that the defenders in front of him had changed. Sun Yang was no longer marking him closely like in the first half, but instead, he and captain Reus had formed a pocket formation on the left and right, waiting for him to slip inside.

Having learned his lesson from the first half, Neymar knew that if he got caught in a pincer movement with these two players, he would almost certainly lose possession. He didn't dare to be careless, and with a push of his right instep, he directly transferred the ball to Mbappe on the left wing.

French speedster Kylian Mbappé received the ball and didn't stop for a moment.

He suddenly kicked off with his toes, transforming himself into a sports car sprinting at full speed, hurtling towards Dortmund's right flank defense.

The entire audience gasped. This terrifying explosive power is practically unstoppable on the football field.

On Dortmund's right flank, Achraf Hakimi and veteran Carlos Piszczek were well-prepared. Positioned one in front of the other, Hakimi used his speed to tightly block the inside line, while the experienced Piszczek positioned himself in Mbappe's path. The two formed a goal-closing formation, forcing Mbappe to slow down.

Seeing that he couldn't score directly, Mbappe had no choice but to force a cross from near the byline.

The ball soared high, heading straight for the center of the penalty area.

Paris Saint-Germain winger Di Maria made a quick forward run, preparing to pounce on the ball and shoot.

But Di Maria's slender frame was simply no match for Dortmund's center-back Hummels.

The 1.91-meter-tall veteran German center-back Mats Hummels, relying on his massive physique and extremely powerful core strength, forcefully pushed Di Maria to the outside.

Hummels leaped high and cleared the ball with a powerful header, sending it far into the midfield area.