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

The match has reached the 43rd minute. There are two minutes left in the first half.

Neymar's mentality completely collapsed. The control he used to have, as if the ball was glued to his feet, vanished completely against Sun Yang. He felt that his proud Samba football had been severely challenged.

To get the ball, Neymar dropped back significantly, all the way back to the vicinity of his own midfield arc.

He wants to go it alone.

PSG midfielder Guy passes the ball to Neymar.

Neymar received the ball with his back to goal. He was just about to turn when a powerful, imposing force came from behind him.

Sun Yang followed and defended the player all the way to the center circle!

"Get lost! Don't bother me!" Neymar muttered a curse. He leaned back sharply with his left shoulder, trying to shift Sun Yang's defensive weight, then stepped on the ball with his right foot, preparing to turn halfway to the right to get rid of him.

A highly imaginative escape maneuver.

Unfortunately, Sun Yang did not absorb his opposing force at all.

Just a fraction of a second before Neymar moved closer, Sun Yang took a half-step back.

This caused Neymar to lose his footing, and his body inevitably shifted backward. In that tiny moment, as Neymar tried to regain his balance...

Sun Yang extended his right leg from the side.

His toe precisely poked the side of the ball, and then his body followed the momentum to push against it.

With his physical attributes at 65 and a base of 85 in balance, Sun Yang unleashed his power. He skillfully dribbled between Neymar and the ball, intercepting it completely.

Neymar completely lost his balance and landed hard on the grass. He raised his hands and looked at the referee. The referee didn't even touch the whistle; instead, he pointed forward, indicating that the attack was in the favor.

After intercepting the ball, Sun Yang didn't stop to observe. He knew all too well how slow PSG's players were to adapt their defense.

He pushed the ball forward with his right foot. A lightning-fast sprint.

PSG's half was now empty. With all their players pushing forward in attack, only two center-backs and a defensive midfielder remained in their backline.

"Stop him! At all costs!" Tuchel roared anxiously from the sidelines.

Defensive midfielder Paredes frantically came from the left to cover. He was less than three meters away from Sun Yang, his eyes fixed on the ball at Sun Yang's feet, ready to use a vicious sliding tackle to keep both the man and the ball in place, even if it meant getting a yellow card, to stifle this counter-attack.

It is located at a 45-degree angle to the right of the outer edge of the penalty area.

Paredes slid down and tackled.

Sun Yang, dribbling at high speed, did not slow down to avoid the attack.

He suddenly flicked the ball to the right with the instep of his right foot, and his entire upper body realistically slumped to the right.

Zidane personally taught him the ultimate technique: "Shoulder drop and feint."

Paredes slid in to the right of Sun Yang's center of gravity.

At that very moment, Sun Yang's right foot, which was about to land, deftly stepped over the ball, and he leaped up, his entire body completing a half-turn in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, he landed with his left foot, stepped on the ball, and pulled it backward.

Zidane's Marseille turn was perfectly executed!

Sun Yang, ball and all, spun over Paredes' head like an elegant ballerina, his foot just touching Paredes' cleats.

Paredes scooped up nothing but air, sliding a long distance along the grass.

After getting past Paredes, Sun Yang was completely unmarked. Only Thiago Silva and Kimpembe, who had retreated into the penalty area, remained in front of him.

Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper Navas shouted for the defenders to come forward and block him.

But Silva dared not move forward. Haaland in the middle had already charged to the edge of the penalty area like a bulldozer. If he rushed out, the middle would be completely exposed.

He didn't believe Sun Yang could pose a threat with long-range shots from that distance.

Silva was right; Sun Yang indeed had no intention of taking long-range shots.

Under the horrified gaze of more than 40,000 fans in the Princes Park.

Sun Yang arrived at the right 45-degree angle outside the penalty area. This was a delicate crossing position.

He looked up and glanced at Haaland inside the penalty area.

In my mind, the red crosshair of "point and shoot" was locked onto the back post of the Paris Saint-Germain goal.

Sun Yang recalled David Beckham teaching him the 10,000-kick tire-hitting motion in a dream.

His left arm shot upwards sharply, and his entire body leaned to the left. The inside of his right foot scooped up the lower right side of the ball.

With the thigh exerting force, the calf lashes out like a whip.

boom!

A dull yet crisp sound of the ball being struck echoed across the empty half of the court.

The ball didn't take off in a straight line like a normal cross. It spun violently, as if it had been given a rocket booster.

The ball drew an exaggerated, huge rainbow arc in the air.

It bypassed Kimpembe's head as he jumped to intercept at the near post, and with a descent that defied the laws of physics, headed straight for the far post of the Paris Saint-Germain goal.

Inside the CCTV broadcasting hall.

He Wei ripped off his tie and roared into the microphone.

"A beautiful yet deadly arc! The Crescent Moon Blade has returned to the world!"

"Sun Yang delivered a Beckham-esque 45-degree cross, tearing apart the entire penalty area of ​​Paris Saint-Germain!"

The pass was too fast. Goalkeeper Navas leaped high, but his desperate fingers couldn't even touch the edge of the ball.

And at the back post.

PSG captain Thiago Silva is desperately trying to block Haaland behind him.

However, facing such a rapidly descending, curving ball, Silva made a fatal misjudgment; he jumped half a second too early, and the ball sailed directly over his head.

The Norse behemoth behind him, which had been ravenously hungry, displayed an absurdly terrifying physical prowess.

Haaland pushed off the ground with both legs, launching himself into the air like a spring rising from the earth. He jumped so high that most of his body landed on Silva's shoulder as he landed.

A mountain pressing down on you!

As Silva turned back in horror, Haaland met the falling ball head-on with a powerful slam.

"boom!"

A powerful header.

The ball, like a cannonball, smashed into the near corner of the empty goal without any suspense.

beep--!

Referee Anthony Taylor pointed his arm straight to the center circle. Goal stands.

45th minute of the first half!

Borussia Dortmund leads Paris Saint-Germain 2-0 away from home!

The final score is 4-0!

The entire Parc des Princes stadium fell into a deathly silence. The home fans, who had been booing deafeningly just a moment ago, now stood with their mouths agape, as if they had been collectively choked.

After scoring, Haaland pushed away Silva, who had been knocked to the ground, and charged towards the corner flag like a madman, making his signature meditation celebration gesture towards the away fans' stands.

Meanwhile, it was the Paris Saint-Germain half.

Thiago Silva lay sprawled on the grass, his hands covering his face, his shoulders heaving violently. He was utterly devastated. An own goal at the start of the game, and then being used as a backdrop for another goal just before halftime. He was completely overwhelmed by these two young Dortmund players.

Not far away, Neymar stood with his hands on his hips, staring blankly at the ball in the net, muttering to himself.

At this moment, the pride belonging to the billionaire was ruthlessly crushed to pieces.