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

Neymar, shirtless, walked into the players' tunnel after being substituted, his head down the entire time, not even glancing at the pitch that had brought him endless humiliation. The proud Brazilian superstar's mental defenses had completely collapsed.

The final three minutes of stoppage time felt longer than a century to all the Paris Saint-Germain players.

This has completely turned into meaningless, wasted time.

The Paris Saint-Germain players on the pitch were like soulless puppets. No one was making any aggressive tackles, and no one was running to create space. Even the defensive midfielder Gueye, who was usually known for his stamina, was now just standing near the center circle, his legs feeling like lead, symbolically watching the ball move around.

Veteran Thiago Silva braced himself on his knees, breathing heavily. Looking at the young man in the number 29 jersey ahead, a deep sense of powerlessness washed over him.

The tide is gone.

The ball moved smoothly among the Dortmund players. Hummels passed the ball to Witsel, who then turned and passed it to Sun Yang.

Sun Yang received the ball but did not choose to continue his attack towards Paris's half. He displayed a composure and maturity far beyond his years, keeping the ball under his feet and rationally controlling the pace of the game.

The stands for Paris Saint-Germain were already more than half empty. Many French fans, unable to bear seeing their team suffer a crushing defeat at home, lowered their heads and headed towards the stadium exits.

The sideline cameras focused specifically on PSG manager Thomas Tuchel. The tactical mastermind stared blankly at the scoreboard, his face terribly ashen.

Meanwhile, on the adjacent coaching bench, Borussia Dortmund's head coach, Lucien Favre, had already straightened his suit. Standing outside the white line on the sidelines, his face beaming with undisguised joy, he waited for the whistle to blow so he could rush onto the pitch to celebrate.

Referee Anthony Taylor glanced down at the timer on his wrist.

Time is up.

He immediately raised his arm, put the whistle in his mouth, and blew out three long and rapid whistles.

The match has ended.

A round of 16 match that shocked the entire European football world has finally come to an end.

This match was full of twists and turns, and could easily be included in the classic battles of the Champions League.

In the opening stages, Dortmund displayed the lightning-fast style of the Bundesliga, which directly led to a clearance error by PSG's defensive linchpin Silva, who in a moment of panic gifted an own goal.

Just before halftime, Sun Yang delivered a stunning cross from the right flank at a 45-degree angle, a masterpiece of Beckham's signature curve that precisely sailed over the heads of two defenders. Haaland, like a beast freed from its cage, smashed a powerful header past Navas.

The most glorious moment of this match will forever be frozen in the 80th minute.

Sun Yang received the ball near the halfway line and began a long run that will go down in history. He nutmegged Neymar, feinted past Gai with a dropped shoulder, used his physical strength to shrug off Mbappe's savage charge, then deftly chipped the ball over Kimpembe's sliding tackle, and finally used an extreme change of direction on the edge of the penalty area to make Silva fall flat on the grass. Facing the onrushing Navas, he even effortlessly completed a feint shot followed by a cut-in and a tap-in into the empty net.

One person tore apart the defense of six world-class superstars.

Borussia Dortmund utterly crushed the French Ligue 1 giants, whose total squad value is a staggering one billion euros, with a dominant 3-0 away victory.

The aggregate score was 5-0 over two legs.

The Black and Yellow Army, stepping over the corpse of Paris Saint-Germain, proudly marched into the quarterfinals of this year's UEFA Champions League.

The moment the referee blew the whistle, the Dortmund bench erupted in chaos.

Assistant coach Terčić grabbed substitute goalkeeper Hitz in a hug and jumped around excitedly on the sidelines. Team doctor Schmidt and a group of staff rushed onto the pitch.

Favre strode to the center of the field and hugged each of his players. When he reached Sun Yang, the experienced Swiss coach could no longer contain his emotions and gave Sun Yang a big bear hug.

"Good lad! You've created a miracle today! All of Europe will be losing sleep over your performance!" Favre roared.

Sun Yang smiled and patted the old coach on the back.

He didn't bask in the overwhelming praise. While the victory was certainly cause for celebration, he hadn't forgotten that the team's true leader was currently lying in a hospital bed.

Sun Yang turned around and waved to Old Hans, the equipment manager on the sidelines.

Old Hans understood immediately. He quickly opened the large equipment box on the sidelines and pulled out a neatly folded yellow and black jersey from the bottom compartment.

Old Hans jogged over and solemnly handed the jersey to Sun Yang.

This is Royce's number eleven jersey, a symbol of his captaincy.

Sun Yang took the jersey and gripped it tightly at the shoulders. He turned to look at his teammates who were still celebrating.

Haaland, Sancho, Hummels, Witsel, Akanji. Everyone stopped what they were doing and their eyes were fixed on Sun Yang.

"Guys. The game's over, but our mission isn't." Sun Yang held up his number 11 jersey and shouted to the whole team, "Come with me! Let's go thank the brothers who fought alongside us!"

Holding his jersey, Sun Yang strode forward and headed towards the away team's stand, the highest point of the stadium.

Without a word, all the Borussia Dortmund players immediately and spontaneously formed two lines, closely following behind Sun Yang. They held their heads high, their steps firm.

The away stand. Two thousand die-hard Dortmund fans remained standing, not one of them leaving early.

The fan leader, Fat Karl, was already shirtless. A huge Hornets logo was painted on his broad belly. In the past ninety minutes, his voice had become completely hoarse, and even swallowing saliva felt like a burning pain.

But when he saw Sun Yang leading the whole team toward them, Karl immediately perked up. He grabbed the barbed wire fence with both hands, his obese body almost squeezing out of the fence.

Sun Yang led his team to stop about ten meters away from the stands.

He turned the jersey over, showing the side with the name "Reus" and the number "eleven" printed on it to all the fans in the stands.

Hummels and Piszczek, two veterans who have served the team for many years, came up. They reached out and pulled at the hem of the jerseys, fully stretching out the jerseys that carried so much significance.

All the Dortmund players standing behind them put their arms around each other's shoulders, forming an unbreakable human wall.

This scene brought the atmosphere to its peak.

Sun Yang is telling all of Europe in this way: Even though our captain suffered a serious injury in the last game, a groin tear that could sideline him for the rest of the season; even though the outside world is pessimistic about us, believing that the Hornets, without their pillar of strength, will be completely dismantled on the road.

But this team never collapsed.

The indomitable spirit of Borussia Dortmund remains, and their never-give-up mentality continues to burn brightly.

The away team's stands were silent for a full three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a cheer erupted, as loud as a landslide or a tsunami.

"Dortmund! Dortmund!"