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

The air at the Westfalenstadion was bitterly cold.

The 25,000 Dortmund die-hards in the south stand stopped singing the team song and held their breath, staring wide-eyed at the fatal free-kick spot.

The ball lay quietly on the grass to the left of the penalty area. It was in an excellent position; whether shot directly or crossed, it posed a deadly threat to Bürki's goal.

Mbappe stood with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving. He turned to look at Di Maria beside him and raised his right hand to cover his mouth.

"These Germans just humiliated us, we have to get our revenge," Mbappe said in a low voice in very fast French. "That kid Son scored a goal with a tactical deception, let's play a combination too. When the whistle blows, I'll start running, I won't kick, you can chip the ball over from behind with your foot. As long as the ball gets over the wall, I'll definitely get to the first ball."

Di Maria, seeing the fighting spirit in Mbappe's eyes, immediately nodded and covered his mouth in response: "No problem, you need to be aggressive with your start, fooling their wall of players. Leave the rest to me."

After the two extremely valuable star players finished their discussion, they each took several large steps back, creating a running start distance.

Dortmund goalkeeper Bürki slammed his fist against the left post, the loud thud echoing through the penalty area. "Don't let anyone slip through! Erling, your big guy is blocking the near post! Son! Watch out for that little French car darting past! Everyone, keep your legs together!"

Standing at 1.95 meters tall, Haaland was like a moving iron tower at the very edge of the human wall. His distinctive blue eyes, typical of Scandinavians, were fixed on the two people in front of him. Sun Yang stood to Haaland's right, his legs feeling as heavy as lead. The intense shuttle run had almost drained the oxygen from his lungs, but he gritted his teeth and straightened his back.

Referee Mateu glanced at his watch and blew his whistle forcefully.

A sharp whistle shattered the tranquility of the stadium.

Mbappe moved. The world's fastest horse started with explosive power. He strode towards the ball, his eyes fixed on the top right corner of the Dortmund goal, his right leg swinging high as he ran, clearly preparing to unleash a brutal, powerful shot.

"Get up!" Bürki roared on the goal line.

Dortmund's defensive wall surged forward, with Haaland, Sun Yang, Witsel, and others jumping simultaneously, their legs tightly together and their bodies taut in mid-air.

In that very second.

Mbappé's raised right leg missed the ball. Instead, he deftly twisted his body in mid-air, his legs one in front of the other, and stepped over the ball!

A feint! Mbappe didn't kick!

After getting past the ball, Mbappe immediately accelerated, bypassing the Dortmund wall on the left and speeding into the heart of the penalty area.

The Dortmund players in the wall were in mid-air, with no time to shift their weight. Sun Yang turned his head in mid-air, his peripheral vision keenly catching Mbappe's running route.

At this moment, Di Maria, who had been following behind, took the final step.

The Argentine's left ankle flicked downwards with remarkable gentleness, his toes precisely embedding themselves in the bottom of the ball. Without any violent exertion, he simply flicked it upwards with effortless grace.

The ball, with a slight spin, traced a high parabola, soaring over the heads of the Dortmund wall and drifting lightly into the heart of the penalty area. And that direction was precisely where Mbappe was making his high-speed run.

Paris Saint-Germain manager Thomas Tuchel clenched his fist on the sidelines.

This tactical combination was extremely ingenious. As long as Mbappe got the ball, it would be an absolute death sentence for goalkeeper Bürki.

But they miscalculated one thing.

To ensure his lobbed pass would successfully clear Haaland's massive frame, Di Maria deliberately increased the ball's arc. This caused the ball to travel very slowly through the air.

For an average defender, that amount of time is simply not enough to adjust their defensive stance. But Haaland is no ordinary player.

The moment the Nordic bear landed after leaping from the human wall, its incredibly powerful core strength erupted. Its legs slammed heavily onto the grass, and using the rebound force, its massive body was forced back a large step in less than half a second.

It was this big step back that allowed Haaland to get perfectly positioned on the trajectory of the ball's descent.

Haaland's neck veins bulged as he thrust his head forward, his broad forehead slamming into the descending ball.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Haaland's head was like a giant hammer, smashing the light, lobbed pass straight out of the penalty area!

"They've escaped danger! Haaland has displayed superhuman physical abilities!" He Wei's powerful voice rang out from the CCTV commentary booth. "Dortmund has weathered their most dangerous moment!"

The ball flew out of the penalty area and landed in Witsel's defensive zone outside the center circle.

Witsel didn't even stop the ball; the afro-haired defensive midfielder decisively chested it down, passing it directly to Sun Yang, who was making a run down the right flank.

PSG committed too many players to this free-kick tactic, leaving a large area of ​​their midfield and defense vulnerable.

The time for a counterattack has come!

The entire Westfalenstadion erupted. Seventy-five thousand fans simultaneously sprang to their feet, their roars shaking the stadium's roof.

"Charge! Bumblebee!" Fat Carl waved the huge team flag, his voice hoarse from shouting.

The young Dortmund players on the field were like hornets that had been provoked. Their transition from defense to attack was incredibly fast. Haaland had just headed the ball, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow, and his long, powerful legs immediately took off, like a heavy truck, rumbling and crushing towards PSG's half.

On the left flank, the diminutive Sancho went full speed ahead, cutting across the sideline at high speed and stretching the width of PSG's pitiful defensive line.

Sun Yang received a pass from Witsel and swung his right foot forward with the outside of his foot.

His legs still felt heavy, and the burning sensation in his lungs made him gasp for air with every breath. But he clenched his teeth and forced himself to pick up speed.

"Sun Yang dribbles forward! Dortmund's three-pronged attack!" Xu Yang shouted, staring at the broadcast screen.

Verratti, the top defensive midfielder in Ligue 1, fiercely pounced on Sun Yang from the side and behind. This short Italian, standing at only 1.65 meters tall, had a wild defensive style. He stuck close to Sun Yang's side, constantly using his shoulder to bump into Sun Yang's ribs, and his left foot was poised to bring Sun Yang down at any moment.