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

Batistuta's signature powerful shot is all about sheer force and overwhelming power.

This is an absolute violent aesthetic that combines Batistuta's core strength with Roberto Carlos's powerful cannon-firing style!

The ball under Sun Yang's feet underwent an ultimate kinetic energy conversion, piercing straight through the South Korean team's penalty area.

The ball was fueled by Sun Yang's fury after being maliciously tackled. Although his Iron Leg talent reduced the damage by fifty percent, the sheer force of the impact still left his ankle tingling. This pain didn't deter him; instead, it ignited a raging powder keg within him.

Song Fangen instinctively stretched out his right hand, attempting to block the intercontinental ballistic missile that was so close at hand with his palm.

"Snapped!"

A dull thud echoed through the empty Songkhla Stadium.

Song Fangen felt as if his right index finger had struck a speeding heavy truck. A piercing pain shot from his fingertip straight to the top of his head. The ball, however, did not change direction at all due to this slight resistance.

The violent force smashed through Song Bum-keun's hand, and the ball, with unstoppable momentum, slammed into the South Korean team's goal.

The snow-white net was smashed so hard it bulged high, and the taut ropes at the net's joints made a teeth-grinding tearing sound.

One to zero!

Less than three minutes into the game! China's U23 national Olympic team opened the scoring!

The Songkhla stadium was silent for two seconds before erupting into a frenzy of cheers from the substitutes' bench and coaching staff.

In the CCTV sports channel's broadcasting studio, He Wei jumped up from his chair, his shouting causing a slight static noise in the microphone.

"Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!"

"Three minutes into the game! Sun Yang! It's Sun Yang again! He pierced the South Korean goal with a close-range shot that was both violent and aesthetically pleasing!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's take a look at what just happened! While Sun Yang was dribbling past his opponent, he was subjected to an extremely malicious studs-up sliding tackle by South Korean defender Kim Jae-woo! That move was designed to ruin this talented player's career!"

"But he didn't fall! Like a war god, he withstood the malicious foul, surged into the penalty area, and took the shot!"

Commentator Xu Yang, his face flushed with excitement, slammed his fist on the table and loudly added to the commentary.

"This is such a morale booster! Our players used to always struggle against South Korea in terms of physicality and mental fortitude. But today is different! Sun Yang has given all the Olympic team players a huge morale boost. He told his compatriots that no matter how dirty the opponents' actions are, we'll respond with goals!"

On the field, Sun Yang, who scored the goal, did not slide on his knees at the corner flag or perform any fancy celebrations.

He turned and shook off Zhang Yuning and Duan Liuyu, who were running over to hug him, and sprinted towards the broadcast cameras on the sidelines.

Sun Yang stopped in front of the high-definition camera. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving.

He grabbed the bright five-star red flag on the left side of his jersey with his left hand and pulled it forward forcefully.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed the national flag tenderly.

This is not just a celebration; it is an explanation to all domestic fans, and a resounding slap in the face to those Western media who questioned his mixed-race identity and his intention to return to China to compete.

The online chat was completely paralyzed at that moment. The entire live streaming platform's servers experienced severe lag due to the surge in traffic.

"This is amazing! I cried!!!"

"This is the real Captain China! Those who say his return is just for show, open your eyes and take a look!"

"If anyone tries to smear Sun Yang again, I'll go down the internet cable and fight them to the death!"

"Enduring a broken leg with a flying tackle, scoring a goal with a powerful shot, kissing the national flag—even movies wouldn't dare film something like this!!!"

In the capital city, thousands of miles away, the early spring night breeze carried a slight chill.

In a quiet courtyard, a pot of hot tea sits on a mahogany table. Sun Yang's grandfather, Sun Xiaolin, dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket, sits upright in a grand chair, his eyes fixed on the large LCD TV on the wall.

This renowned Peking Opera star, a figure of immense stature both at home and abroad, completely lost his usual composure at this moment.

When he saw his grandson being tackled by a South Korean defender, his socks torn and revealing the shin guards underneath, the old man's teacup trembled violently, spilling scalding tea onto the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware, his white eyebrows standing on end.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of heavy artillery breaking through the goal could be heard in the video, and Sun Yang faced the camera, pulled out the national flag and kissed it.

Sun Xiaolin slowly took off his reading glasses, his rough fingers rubbing the corner of his eye. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek.

"Good lad..." The old man's voice, thick with Beijing accent, choked with emotion yet brimming with unparalleled pride, "He hasn't disgraced the Sun family! His integrity is worthy of this red robe!"

The courtyard was quiet, save for the cheers coming from the television, as the old man enjoyed the highest honor belonging to his family.

The camera cuts back to Songkhla Stadium.

Sun Yang's parents, uncle, and Catherine, who were in the stands, jumped up from their seats with joy after Sun Yang scored the goal.

Sun Wu watched with tears in his eyes as Sun Yang kissed the national flag on the sidelines of the court.

Diana went over and hugged her husband's shoulders; she knew that Sun Tzu had harbored a lot of resentment over the years.

After kissing the national flag, Sun Yang turned and walked to the coaching bench, where he gave head coach Fabio Cannavaro a big hug.

Cannavaro patted Sun Yang hard on the back; the young Italian coach was as excited as a child.

"Well done! Yang! We're going to smash them!" Cannavaro roared in Italian.

"Thanks, boss," Sun Yang replied in fluent Italian. "This is just the beginning."

The two high-fived and embraced. Cannavaro looked at Sun Yang with eyes full of admiration. Giving the captain's armband to this young man not yet twenty, against all odds, before the match was the best decision he had ever made in his coaching career. Sun Yang repaid his trust completely with his performance in those three minutes.

While the Chinese team was still celebrating, the South Korean penalty area was in complete chaos.

Instead of blowing the whistle to start the game, the referee frantically waved to the sidelines.

The South Korean team's doctor, carrying a medical kit, scrambled onto the field.

Two South Korean players lay in agony on the grass inside the penalty area.

Kim Jae-woo rolled on the edge of the penalty area, clutching his right ankle tightly with both hands. Veins bulged on his face, and cold sweat soaked his hair. That flying tackle felt like he'd kicked a steel lamppost barefoot. The immense force had shattered his ankle joint, leaving it swollen like a large bun.

Inside the goal line, goalkeeper Song Fangen knelt on the grass, letting out heart-wrenching screams. Trembling, he used his left hand to remove his right goalkeeper glove.

The moment the gloves were removed, even the referee who ran over gasped.

Song Fangen's right middle finger was completely broken backward, forming an extremely horrifying sharp angle. The finger bone was dislocated, and the skin was stretched pale.

Due to team size limitations and special epidemic prevention regulations, the South Korean Olympic team only had one team doctor. The team doctor rushed to Kim Jae-woo's side to examine him, then turned and saw Song Bum-geun's fingers, sweating profusely and unable to attend to his own concerns.

"Do you need any help?"

The Chinese team's chief doctor, carrying a medical kit, quickly ran onto the field at Cannavaro's signal. Despite the opponents' dirty play, the Chinese team demonstrated true national pride and magnanimity in their on-field medical assistance!

"Thank you! Please take a look at his hand!" the South Korean team doctor pleaded in broken English.

The Chinese team doctor knelt down in front of Song Fangen and professionally performed a temporary fixation.

"A finger bone is fractured. He can't play anymore. He must be taken to the hospital for surgery immediately, otherwise the function of this finger will be lost." The Chinese team doctor stood up and explained the situation to the referee and the South Korean team doctor in English.

Upon hearing the news, Kim Hak-beom, who was on the sidelines, felt dizzy and almost collapsed onto the coach's bench.

Three minutes into the game, they conceded the ball and didn't say anything.

The starting center-back and starting goalkeeper were both seriously injured and are out for the rest of the season! And the huge loss was caused by just one person!

The stretcher was brought in.

Kim Jae-woo and Song Bum-geun were carried onto stretchers. The referee ran over as Kim Jae-woo was carried off the field.

He pulled a yellow card from his breast pocket and flashed it high at Kim Jae-woo, who was lying on the stretcher.

A belated yellow card.

The Chinese Olympic team's substitutes on the sidelines immediately erupted in chaos.

Several hot-tempered substitute players rushed to the sidelines to protest.

"What a biased referee! A double-footed, high-flying tackle with the soles of his boots showing, and he gets a yellow card?"

"If it weren't for Yang's strong legs, we'd be the ones with broken legs right now! That's definitely a straight-up move!"

Cannavaro also rushed towards the fourth official, speaking vehemently in Italian, criticizing the referee for being too lenient in his decisions.

He Wei, with a furrowed brow, explained the rules to the fans during the live broadcast.

"This decision is indeed controversial. The referee's reasons for giving the yellow card were twofold: firstly, it was less than three minutes into the game, and referees are very cautious when issuing red cards, trying to control the pace of the match; secondly, Sun Yang didn't fall, and the goal was scored under the advantage principle. But this leniency must serve as a warning to the Chinese team!"