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

The official Champions League broadcast immediately showed a slow-motion replay of the goal.

The screen is divided into three images from different angles.

One of the close-up cameras, mounted at the bottom of the corner flag area, recorded the entire tactical deception process.

In the video, Sun Yang is standing behind the ball. His raised left hand has just been lowered.

In the blind spot obscured by his body, the index finger of his right hand quickly and discreetly pointed forward and to the side.

Meanwhile, in the upper right corner of the screen, Haaland, who was originally standing at the edge of the human wall, tensed his leg muscles and leaned his body forward the second that Sun Yang gave the signal, assuming a starting posture for an early sprint.

This proves that the goal was not luck at all!

In the CCTV sports channel's live broadcast studio, He Wei watched the replay on the screen, gripping his marker even tighter.

"Viewers at home, this is absolutely a brilliant combination that will go down in the history of the Champions League!" He Wei's voice rose several octaves with excitement.

"The players on the PSG pitch were all fooled! Even we commentators and fans sitting in front of the TV were fooled."

Xu Yang chimed in from the side: "This kind of tactical deception wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision; it must be a secret weapon that Dortmund has practiced countless times at their training base."

"The key point is the 25,000 fans at the Westfalenstadion who were heading south to meet the goalkeeper," Yang Chen added, looking at the big screen. "Sun Yang took advantage of the home field and turned the fans into part of his tactic. More than 20,000 fingers pointing in the same direction put immense psychological pressure on goalkeeper Navas. Navas has been psychologically defeated."

Inside the stadium, deafening cheers echoed through the air above Westfalen.

One to zero.

Borussia Dortmund finally broke through Paris Saint-Germain's defense.

After scoring, Haaland sprinted towards the corner flag. He slid to his knees, leaving a long trail on the grass.

Sun Yang caught up from behind and pounced on Haaland's back. Captain Reus, full-back Achraf Hakimi, and others also rushed over, pinning the two down to celebrate.

"That pass was amazing! I didn't even need to adjust my ankle to receive it, it was so comfortable!" Haaland popped his head out from the crowd and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Sun Yang patted Haaland on the head with his palm: "I told you to keep an eye on your right hand. If your reaction time had been half a second slower, Silva would have cleared the ball."

The 25,000 Dortmund die-hards in the South Stand erupted in jubilation. For in those ten seconds, they had silently participated in the goal-scoring play. An overwhelming sense of pride filled the black and yellow stands.

Countless bottles of German dark beer spilled from the stands. The air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol and hormones. Fat Karl took off his shirt and stood on the railing at the very front of the stands, waving a huge Dortmund team flag.

The first half for Paris Saint-Germain.

Mbappe and Neymar stood near the center circle. These two superstars, whose combined market value exceeds 400 million euros, looked rather grim.

The big screen played Sun Yang and Haaland's teamwork over and over again.

Neymar stood with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving. He looked at Sun Yang in the distance, his brows furrowed.

Mbappe walked over and patted Neymar on the shoulder forcefully.

"Neyma, this German team is playing a joke on us," Mbappe said in French.

Neymar spat, his tone turning cold: "Give me the ball. These guys who only know how to defend don't understand real art."

These two stars, who usually seemed somewhat nonchalant on the Ligue 1 pitch, were truly enraged this time. Their fighting spirit was ignited, and they were no longer the lazy players they once were.

Referee Mateu blew the whistle to resume the game.

PSG, trailing by one goal, kicked off from the center circle.

At the signal from head coach Favre, the entire Dortmund team immediately retreated to defense. They abandoned pressing in the attacking third and established two extremely tight defensive lines in the midfield and backfield.

Mbappe wanted to increase the pace. He kept making runs down the left flank, penetrating deep into Dortmund's defense.

However, Dortmund dropped their defense very deep, completely compressing the space for Mbappe to sprint. Achraf Hakimi and Piszczek marked him closely, making it difficult for him to receive comfortable passes behind the defense.

Mbappe's speed advantage was rendered ineffective, and the attacking burden for PSG fell on Neymar's shoulders.

This Brazilian star possesses some of the best dribbling skills in Europe, even in chaotic situations. He started frequently moving towards the center after receiving the ball.

Neymar receives the ball just outside the penalty area. Facing Witsel's defense, he performs two consecutive stepovers, then flicks his right foot sharply, preparing to force his way past Witsel on the outside.

But this is the home ground of a top Bundesliga team. There is no gentle defense here.

The tall defender Zagadou had already marked him. Zagadou completely ignored Neymar's feint; seeing the gap exposed by the ball, he immediately launched a diving tackle.

The cleats were stuck to the grass, sweeping down both the player and the ball.

Neymar screamed and rolled three times on the grass. He clutched his ankle and raised his right hand to protest to the referee.

Referee Mateu ran over, raised his hands, and indicated that it was a clean tackle that got to the ball first, and there was no foul. Play continued.

Neymar slapped the turf hard, got up from the ground, and muttered Portuguese.

For the next ten minutes, Neymar was completely caught in the meat grinder of Dortmund's defense.

These tough Bundesliga players simply wouldn't listen to reason with him. Whenever he got the ball and tried to pull off some fancy moves, Hummels, Witsel, Sun Yang, and Guerreiro would take turns challenging him.

He was either knocked over or roughly pushed aside by physical challenges. Neymar spent most of his time on the field complaining to the referee and adjusting his shin guards.

The time has moved to the seventieth minute.

Paris Saint-Germain coach Thomas Tuchel paced anxiously on the sidelines, repeatedly shouting at the players on the field.

Neymar's physical condition has declined significantly, and his temper is on the verge of exploding, posing a risk of receiving a card at any time.

Tuchel turned and waved towards the warm-up area. PSG made a substitution.

The tall striker Cavani took off his vest and stood next to the fourth official.

During the dead ball situation, Neymar was substituted. He walked off the field with a gloomy expression, not even glancing at Tuchel, and went straight to the bench. Cavani clapped his hands and strode onto the field.

Meanwhile, in Dortmund's half.

Sun Yang, hands on his knees, was bent over, panting heavily. Sweat dripped from his hair onto the grass. His jersey was already soaked through.

The high-intensity running and pressing in midfield had taken a heavy toll on his stamina. His legs felt incredibly heavy, and every step required a tremendous amount of effort.

Assistant coach Terzic turned to look at Favre.

"Boss, Sun's stamina is at its limit. Should we replace him with Brandt?" Terzic suggested.