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

"A Marseille turn! A classic Zidane-style Marseille turn!" Yang Chen chimed in. "In such a high-intensity match as the Champions League knockout stage, to pull off this requires not only superb technique, but also a strong mentality and a broad perspective! Sun Yang not only got past Verratti, but also used his body to hold off Guy, comfortably passing the ball to Reus on the right wing."

"As for Haaland's final pass," Xu Yang shook his head, a sigh on his face, "to be honest, Haaland's lobbed pass was of very average quality. The ball was slow, high, and floaty, and the angle was straight. In a typical defensive system, such a pass would have been easily caught by the defensive midfielder at the edge of the penalty area. But think about it, why was there no one in PSG's penalty area at that moment?"

The live stream was quiet for half a second.

Yang Chen pointed to several figures running back in the PSG defense on the screen and succinctly revealed the truth: "Because of underestimating the opponent! And even more so because of the defensive disarray caused by their gambling-style attack!"

"In an attempt to score this free kick, PSG pushed forward with both full-backs and all their midfielders. Forced to retreat at high speed, not a single player thought to stay and provide cover in the crucial second-kick area outside the penalty box—the edge of the box!"

Xu Yang continued, "That's right! And don't forget, less than five minutes into the first half of today's match, Sun Yang unleashed an incredibly powerful volley from almost the exact same spot! At that time, he was just unlucky and hit the crossbar."

"Unfortunately, the entire PSG team, including their renowned coach Tuchel, didn't take that shot seriously at all! They naively thought it was just a lucky shot from an Asian player. In the same position, on such a high-level stage as the Champions League, they were incredibly audacious to give Sun Yang a second chance without any interference!"

"Sun Yang punished them severely with this world-class volley! A midfield engine with world-class ability would never give you the same open look twice in a single match. PSG paid the heaviest price of the entire season for this!"

Both guests leaned back in their chairs at the same time.

Xu Yang's voice was filled with boundless pride, "If this goal goes in, tomorrow morning, not only domestically, but also the major European sports media outlets like L'Équipe, Kicker, and Gazzetta dello Sport will absolutely be on fire! The global sports world will compare this goal to Zidane's masterpiece in Glasgow!"

"From this night onward, Sun Yang's fame in top European football will skyrocket, reaching levels no one can imagine!"

Just as several commentators predicted.

At this moment, on the big screen at Westfalenstadion, the director provocatively displayed a ten-second split-screen comparison.

On the left side of the screen is the 2002 Champions League final, when Bayer Leverkusen faced Real Madrid. Zidane met Carlos's high pass from outside the penalty area, used his right foot as a balance point, and unleashed an extremely elegant left-footed volley that went into the top corner.

On the right side of the screen, thirty seconds earlier, a young Asian player wearing the number 29 jersey for Borussia Dortmund met Haaland's high pass, braced himself with his left foot on the grass, and unleashed a spectacular shot with the instep of his right foot!

One left, one right.

The angle at which the two men's bodies folded and tilted, the semi-circular trajectory of their thighs swinging in the air, and the stability of their lower bodies firmly planted on the grass—they were practically identical! The only difference was that Zidane used his left foot to strike back then, while Sun Yang used his right foot today.

Another gasp, lasting for half a minute, erupted from the stands!

Fans understood that this was not luck at all; it was a top-notch work of art, honed through countless trials and tribulations, and executed with muscle memory under extreme oxygen deprivation!

Countless foreign fans pointed at the screen, exchanging incredulous glances. Even those unaware of the patterns in Chinese surnames were enthusiastically chanting those words at the top of their lungs: "SUN! SUN! SUN!"

"What are you guys doing! Can't two people mark a kid who can't even run anymore? Why isn't anyone filling the gap at the top of the key!" Tuchel yelled from the sidelines in a mix of German and French.

On the field not far in front of him.

Kylian Mbappé, the "world's fastest horse" valued at €1.8 million, was looking down at the grass beneath his feet, repeatedly kicking the roots with his toes. He had put a lot of thought into this attack, even discussing with Di Maria to create such a realistic feint, but it was all for naught.

With a header clearance, three one-touch passes, and a spectacular volley, they completely shattered the defense that had cost them over a billion dollars to build.

Not far away, defensive stalwart Verratti slumped to the ground, tugging at his socks and muttering something under his breath. He was the closest to being insulted; he could clearly sense the confidence in Sun Yang's dribble—the ultimate elegance of a midfield maestro facing a rough tackle.

Veteran Thiago Silva clapped his hands, loudly ordering Neymar and Di Maria to return to their positions. But at that moment, everyone in PSG's eyes were filled with anxiety and despair. Under such a terrifying barrage of noise and the onslaught of that incredible goal, the French powerhouse's mentality was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, Borussia Dortmund's head coach Lucien Favre immediately made a clear tactical decision.

The match has reached the 85th minute. The score is now 2-0 in favor of Borussia Dortmund over Paris Saint-Germain. In the two-legged Champions League knockout stage, this score not only preserves their home advantage but could also be the fatal blow that sends PSG into the abyss.

"Go! Tell Julian (Brandt) to take off his coat right now!" Favre grabbed an assistant coach next to him. "Sun's stamina is completely depleted; we can't let him get injured! We need to get our core players resting!"

The assistant coach immediately turned and called Brandt over from the warm-up area. Brandt quickly pulled off his vest, gave the coaching staff a few instructions on tactics, and then stood next to the fourth official on the side of the center line.

The fourth official held up the electronic sign that flashed red and green numbers indicating a substitution.

Red number 29, green number 19.

Dortmund makes a substitution!

Upon seeing the sign, veteran Piszczek immediately ran to Sun Yang, who was still bent over, clutching his knees and panting heavily. He gently patted Sun Yang on the back and said, "Brother, it's time for you to go down and enjoy your glory! In today's match, you were absolutely a god!"

Sun Yang wiped the sweat from his eyes, looked at the number raised by the center line, and let out a long sigh.

He was now finding it difficult even to lift his feet, and his heart was pounding as if it would jump out of his throat. Although the system had modified his leg muscles and vision, his stamina was finally running out under the high-intensity, full-court running of European football.

He nodded and began to walk slowly toward the edge of the court.

Just as Sun Yang took a step...

The entire Westfalenstadion erupted in that instant with the most unified and deafening spectacle since the start of the match.

All 75,000 Borussia Dortmund fans in the stadium stood up in unison. They raised their arms and gave a resounding round of applause to the Asian youngster who had single-handedly thrashed Paris Saint-Germain.

Karl, the fat guy from the south stand, once again took the lead, shouting in his hoarse yet incredibly penetrating voice: "Who is our midfield engine?"

More than 70,000 people responded simultaneously: "Sun!!!"

Who is our sun?

"Sun!!!"

Then, the entire stadium spontaneously began singing Sun Yang's iconic cheering song in English:

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..."

The loud singing echoed through the stadium, so much so that the Paris Saint-Germain players couldn't even lift their heads.

Sun Yang walked to the sideline and looked at the young people waving team flags and arms for him, as well as the elderly Dortmund fans with white hair. His heart skipped a beat.

This is pure football, this is the supreme respect earned through a single, incredible goal.

He raised his hands high and clapped vigorously in rhythm with the singing of the entire audience. While clapping, he slowly stepped out of the sideline with his leaden legs.

Brant, who was standing on the side, waited until Sun Yang had completely crossed the white line before coming up and giving his comrade, who was a little younger than him, a tight hug.

"Get the ice packs on right away!" Brandt yelled in Sun Yang's ear, trying to drown out the thunderous applause. "For the remaining five minutes, we'll use our own bodies to block them from scoring!"

"Crush them." Sun Yang replied with only four words.

Favre had been waiting impatiently on the sidelines. Seeing Sun Yang come down, the usually refined Swiss gentleman took two steps forward and stretched out his arms to hug the sweaty Sun Yang.

"You did everything! Kid, you've made all of Europe remember your name today!" Favre patted Sun Yang hard on the back twice. "Go sit down and rest. Ask the team doctor, Schmidt, to give you a good rest."