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

What PSG needs most right now is a tactical foul to stop this fast break.

As Sun Yang dribbled forward, he felt immense pressure coming from his side. Verratti's defense was extremely tenacious, and he couldn't shake him off at all.

Less than five meters from the center circle.

Sun Yang remained remarkably calm. The same scenario had played out countless times in the dream training ground; the virtual players' defensive moves were ten times more ruthless than Verratti's.

Verratti saw an opportunity and suddenly stretched out his right leg, trying to bring down both the player and the ball.

While running at high speed, Sun Yang's upper body suddenly slumped noticeably to the left, and his left shoulder made a feinting move to break inward.

Zidane's signature move: a shoulder drop feint!

This highly deceptive shift in the center of gravity caused Verratina's outstretched right leg to miss its target, and the Italian's body weight uncontrollably tilted to the left and forward.

In that split second when Verratti lost his balance, Sun Yang's right foot smoothly landed directly on top of the ball. With a powerful pull back from the sole of his shoe, his entire body spun 180 degrees around his left foot.

Marseille Turn!

This was more than just a simple spin. As Sun Yang spun, he cleverly turned his back to Verratti, using his strong, 1.85-meter frame to block Verratti's attempt to pull him away.

Clean and neat.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sun Yang, along with the ball, dribbled past the toughest link in front of Paris Saint-Germain's defense.

"Beautiful! A textbook example of a combo to break free!" Yang Chen exclaimed into his headset. "This kid's mid-court escape moves are truly masterful!"

Just after getting past Verratti, another PSG midfielder, Guy, immediately lunged at him with red eyes. Guy completely ignored the ball, spreading his arms to grab Sun Yang's waist, trying to force a yellow card and keep him in the game.

Sun Yang didn't give him that chance at all.

Just before Guy's fingers were about to touch the jersey, Sun Yang flicked the ball outward with the instep of his right foot, accurately sending it to the right wing.

Borussia Dortmund's captain, Marco Reus, was already waiting there.

Reus received the ball and began a sprint along the right flank. His short blond hair gleamed under the stadium spotlight as he led the charge towards PSG's riddled defense.

Under Thiago Silva's direction, the remaining PSG defenders retreated while tightening their formation.

Reus dribbled the ball to the right side of the penalty area, glancing up to assess the situation. PSG's full-back was closing in, completely blocking his path to cut inside.

Without hesitation, Reus planted his left foot firmly and then chipped the ball with his right. A high-quality, over-the-top long pass took flight, tracing a long arc through the air, heading straight for the dangerous area on the right side of the PSG penalty area.

Haaland's massive body, like a bulldozer, had already reached the designated position.

The ball plummeted rapidly from a great height.

Haaland spread his arms, judging the ball's landing point while preparing to stop it.

But behind him, the anchor of Paris Saint-Germain's defense, 35-year-old veteran Thiago Silva, cleverly stepped up.

Silva knew very well that he could not compete with Haaland in terms of strength. He used his rich defensive experience to place his right knee directly into Haaland's left thigh, while at the same time, he secretly grabbed the back of Haaland's jersey with his left hand and pulled it down forcefully.

This series of small, disgusting actions directly disrupted Haaland's balance when he received the ball.

Haaland was under pressure from the header, his body swayed, and the ball landed directly on the grass. The football bounced irregularly after hitting the turf.

The two engaged in a primal struggle right on the edge of the penalty area.

Haaland tried to turn, but Silva immediately blocked his movement, preventing him from getting a shooting angle. The sound of the two strong men's muscles colliding was clearly recorded by the microphones on the sidelines.

Haaland tried to shoot, but his long legs couldn't swing properly in the confined space.

Seeing that the other PSG defenders were about to close in, Haaland abandoned his plan to shoot. With an awkward posture, he barely extended the tip of his left foot and flicked the ball at the bottom.

This was a clearance pass that required absolutely no skill.

The ball was lobbed extremely high, drifting leisurely towards the edge of the penalty area.

This pass was of extremely poor quality; it was slow and had no spin whatsoever. Under normal circumstances, PSG's defensive midfielder could have easily intercepted the ball.

But at this moment, because of that quick retreat, PSG's central defense has suffered a fatal gap!

The edge of the penalty area is completely empty!

Thirty meters from the edge of the penalty area, a figure wearing a yellow and black jersey with the number 29 was running forward with difficulty.

Sun Yang's lungs were already protesting; with every step he took, his thigh muscles felt a tearing, aching pain.

Sweat blurred his vision, and he could only sprint with his last breath.

Less than five minutes into the first half, he unleashed a spectacular long-range shot. Although it hit the crossbar and didn't go in, the feeling of that shot was already deeply etched into his muscle memory. However, the entire PSG team didn't take that shot seriously at all, thinking it was just a lucky fluke from the Asian kid.

Now, this Asian monkey has wandered into the same area again.

The stadium spotlights shone on the ball high in the air; the white sprite was falling through the air.

Sun Yang looked up and stared at the ball in mid-air, his pupils contracting to their maximum.

Without any hesitation, he didn't intend to stop the ball!

In the system's dream training ground, Zidane's five thousand curses while holding the coaching whip replayed in his mind.

"Adjust your pace! Find your landing spot! Lower your body!"

Sun Yang's feet moved quickly and alternately on the grass, his small, quick steps perfectly adjusting the tiny distance between himself and the ball's landing point.

Half a million people held their breath in front of their televisions.

The 80,000 home and away fans at the stadium stood up straight.

Navas moved his feet in front of the goal, trying to block any possible angles.

The ball was less than a meter away from the grass.

At this point.

Sun Yang's left shoe spike was embedded in the turf, firmly locking it in for support. His entire upper body leaned dramatically to the left, folding dramatically in mid-air, almost forming a 45-degree angle with the turf.

The right leg, fully extended, swung through the air in a terrifying semi-circular trajectory, with the tautness of the thigh muscles about to snap.

Facing the falling ball.

The right instep struck the very core of the ball with unreserved force!

"Bang--!"

The deafening explosion, transmitted directly through the microphones on the sidelines, shattered the eardrums of all television viewers.

The ball underwent a physical deformation that was visible to the naked eye.

It transformed into a white lightning bolt that ripped through the night sky.

This volley had no spin whatsoever; the ball was so fast that the broadcast camera captured a blurry afterimage.

PSG goalkeeper Navas only saw a white flash emerge from the edge of the penalty area; his keen senses were too slow to compel his body to make a save.

The white light violently tore through all the air in the Paris Saint-Germain penalty area.

Under Navas's horrified gaze.

The white lightning bolt brutally passed through his fingers and smashed into the top right corner of the goal, whipping the white net high into the air.