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

Sun Yang's right leg was taut as he took his first running start.

Then, the second step, and the third step.

His stride quickened, and with each step, the long metal spikes on his shoes sent large chunks of the slippery turf flying backward. From the wide shot on the big screen, it looked nothing like the slow, rhythmic steps of a typical free throw; it resembled a track and field sprinter sprinting towards the finish line.

There are three steps left to reach the ball.

Sun Yang's stride suddenly widened to an exaggerated degree that was impossible under normal circumstances. His left foot slammed heavily onto the grass thirty centimeters to the side of the ball. His entire left leg was firmly rooted to the ground like a pile driver, his upper body leaned extremely to the left, and his whole body was bent like a fully drawn bow.

He had personally experienced the power mechanism of this kick a few days ago in the system's dream world, at the cost of being hit by a headshot.

Now, he has directly applied Batistuta's unreserved leg explosiveness to Roberto Carlos's violent outside-of-the-foot kick. If it were an ordinary player without systematic body modifications, simply forcing such an extremely contorted striking motion at high speed would have already caused their right cruciate ligament to rupture on the spot.

Sun Yang unleashed the power of his thigh, which he had been holding back at its peak. His right foot slammed into the ball on the grass like a whip.

boom!

A dull thud echoed through the empty Songkhla Stadium. The deserted stands amplified the sound of the kick to an ear-piercing degree.

The high-definition slow-motion replay of the broadcast keenly captured that instantaneous physical change. The moment the football was struck hard by the outside of the right foot, the originally round ball dented significantly, undergoing severe deformation.

Then, the ball soared into the air with an astonishing initial speed.

Lee Dong-kyung stood on the far right of the South Korean team's wall. Seeing Sun Yang's furious run-up, he instinctively ducked his head and covered his groin with both hands the moment the ball came flying towards him, fearing that the powerful shot would crush his vital organs on the spot.

But when he looked up again, his eyes following the ball's trajectory, he let out a long sigh, and a mocking smile crept onto his lips.

The shot went wide.

The bias is quite outrageous.

The ball sailed straight over the right edge of the wall and headed directly towards the right corner flag, missing the goalpost by at least four or five meters. Li Dongjiong cursed inwardly, "All that commotion, turns out it was just a high-flying shot."

South Korean goalkeeper Ahn Jun-soo, standing in the center of the goal, made the same judgment at this moment.

As a goalkeeper, he is most sensitive to anticipating the ball's trajectory. The moment Sun Yang kicked the ball, he knew it was completely out of bounds.

Therefore, Ahn Joon-soo's feet were on the goal line, and he didn't even bother to jump or move laterally to make a save. He just stared blankly as the ball flew towards the goal line.

The ball has passed its highest point.

A miracle occurred without warning in mid-air.

The intense and high-speed spin caused a huge difference in air pressure on both sides of the ball. Driven by the extremely unbalanced airflow and strong pressure, the ball, which was originally flying straight towards the corner flag, made a sharp leftward turn in the latter half of its flight, defying all the laws of physics.

The sharp turn of the pull was so great that it sent chills down the spines of everyone who witnessed it.

With a crisp whooshing sound.

The ball, which had just been far off target, was suddenly pulled back into the goal area by the air, grazing the inside edge of the post next to Ahn Joon-soo, and violently plunged into the goal net.

The immense impact ripped the entire white net backward into a deep inverted triangle, pulling out half of the bottom anchor points, and sending the turf flying off the field.

The entire Songkhla Stadium fell into a deathly silence, a silence born of profound shock.

Ahn Joon-soo remained standing with his arms hanging down, only his neck mechanically turning to look at the ball still spinning wildly in the net. His eyes narrowed sharply, and his mind went completely blank.

The six South Korean players, who had been sneering just a moment ago, were now completely petrified.

In front of the home team's coaching bench.

Italian Fabio Cannavaro was watching the game with one hand in his pocket. The instant the ball changed trajectory and slammed into the net, the former FIFA World Player of the Year, a top defender, launched himself into the air.

He clutched his flowing black hair with both hands, his eyes wide open, and his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Cannavaro turned around, grabbed assistant coach Mario by the shoulder, and shook him violently back and forth.

"My God! Paul, did you see that?! What did that kid just do?!"

Mario was equally stunned, his mind going blank. He stammered out in Italian, "Fabio, am I dreaming? That arc... that's the trajectory that madman Roberto kicked back in the day!"

Cannavaro spread his arms wide, roaring at the sky, his eyes filled with shock and fervor. "It's Roberto! I saw him unleash that powerful free kick in the Four Nations Invitational Tournament when I was with the national team in 1997! Today, right here in this Asian stadium without any spectators, a young Chinese man has scored the exact same world-class goal!"

Several assistant coaches of the Chinese team, along with the team doctor and substitute players, rushed to the sidelines. They hugged each other, jumping and dancing, tears and sweat streaming down their faces.

Dordmund, faraway Germany.

Haaland slumped onto the living room sofa, a half-eaten carrot in his hand. As the slow-motion replay of the ball's bizarre incursion into the net played on the television screen, the carrot clattered onto the coffee table.

"Jesus Christ!" He clutched his blond hair, turning to look to the side. "Dad, is this the kind of power and arc a human could generate with a kick?"

Haaland's brow furrowed, his experience revealing the trick. "That's terrifying. Using the outside of his foot to exert maximum force, rubbing against the bottom of the ball's valve stem, creating an absurd air pressure difference. Son has definitely been hiding his true strength in Dortmund's training camp. This kid isn't just a passing machine; he also possesses a strategic weapon for closing out games."

Haaland picked up a carrot from the coffee table and took a big bite. "When the Bundesliga resumes, I'm definitely going to force him to teach me this move in training!"

In the domestic broadcast studio.

Commentator He Wei hit his highest note to the limit, and his voice cracked on the spot.

"Goal!!!! Goal!!!!!" He Wei shouted into the microphone at the top of his lungs.

"Ladies and gentlemen! My goodness! If you happen to be watching this broadcast, please record this goal immediately and add it to your lifelong football memoir!"

"Thirty-three meters out! Sun Yang unleashed a powerful shot with the outside of his foot, blasting open the South Korean goal!" He Wei was extremely excited, his hand holding the microphone trembling violently. "This wasn't just a shot; it was a physics-based miracle that graced the Songkhla Stadium!"

Xu Yang interrupted, his voice hoarse. "This completely defies the conventional principles of a parabola. The ball curved at least four meters laterally in mid-air. This is the Magnus effect caused by an extreme outside-of-the-foot chip!"

"That's right!" He Wei quickly replied, "In 1997, the French Four Nations Invitational Tournament. Brazil vs. France. Roberto Carlos, from almost the same position, with the same run-up distance, scored an astonishing free kick with the outside of his left foot."

"The legendary French goalkeeper Barthez had no reaction whatsoever. Today, South Korean goalkeeper Ahn Jun-soo was similarly nailed to the goal line like a wooden stake. He was completely fooled by that bizarre outside curve of the shot, unable to even lift his hand!" He Wei's voice echoed across the country through the television signal. "On this afternoon, in an empty stadium, twenty-year-old Chinese player Sun Yang recreated that unsolvable miracle in football history!"

Countless Chinese fans, glued to their televisions or mobile phones, were completely engulfed in a frenzied celebration. No one could sit still. Shouts erupted from the brightly lit stairwells of countless locked-down apartment buildings. Many people downed their beers in one gulp, their eyes red-rimmed as they smashed their glasses. On this particularly oppressive day, marked by a prolonged slump in domestic football, this goal gave a much-needed boost of confidence to everyone who cares about Chinese football.

Inside the stadium.

Zhang Yuning sprinted across the grass. He had been standing at the edge of the penalty area, closest to the ball's trajectory, and had a clear view of that dreadful wide turn.

The young Olympic striker strode towards Sun Yang and grabbed him from behind, embracing him around the waist.

"Holy crap! Yang, you're a god descended to earth!" Zhang Yuning vented his excitement with a vulgar curse, his face flushed red.

The Chinese team players all swarmed around him.

Huang Zhengyu, Chen Binbin, Zhu Chenjie, and even Chen Wei, the goalkeeper standing in front of his own goal, all sprinted across most of the field to rush over. The ten starting players surrounded Sun Yang.

"Captain! That was absolutely incredible!" Huang Zhengyu slapped Sun Yang hard on the back.

Everyone frantically ruffled Sun Yang's hair and roared at the sky. This was the pent-up frustration and resentment that had been building up in the hearts of the national team players for so many years. After a long period of being unable to beat South Korea, they finally achieved a resounding and exhilarating victory today.

Sun Yang was panting heavily, his eyes bright. He stood in the center of the court, raised his hands, and pointed his two index fingers straight up to the sky above the court.

Two seconds later, he lowered his arm, clenched his right fist, and pounded it heavily on his left chest.

Bang, bang. The dull, powerful sounds of impact carried through the microphone at the side of the court.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Yang lowered his head and used both hands to pull up the fiery red battle robe in front of him. He then pulled the bright five-star red flag printed on the left side of his chest to his lips and kissed it passionately.

hat trick!

This is Sun Yang's first hat-trick since officially entering the professional football arena.

He scored all three goals in the match. Moreover, this was an amazing feat he accomplished in his first match representing China in the national team.

He proved to all of Asia with his actions and absolute strength that his Chinese bloodline is a hundred times stronger than any naturalized player or overseas talent from Japan or South Korea.

This gesture of kissing the national flag again, broadcast live, struck a chord deep within the hearts of every Chinese football fan. Domestic sports forums were flooded with posts, hundreds of new comments appearing every second. This young midfield maestro had single-handedly won over the entire nation's fans.

There are twenty minutes left in the game.

The glaring 3-0 score on the scoreboard sealed the fate of the game.

The South Korean players didn't even have the energy to get back to the center circle to restart the game. Lee Dong-kyung, looking completely lost, casually passed the ball to his midfield teammates behind him.

The current South Korean team has a completely collapsed defense, a severely out-of-control midfield, and forwards who have completely lost the desire to run, relying entirely on instinct to stroll around outside the penalty area.

South Korean head coach Kim Hak-beom slumped in his chair like a lump of mud. He stopped yelling at the field and didn't even bother to pick up the tactical board that had fallen to his feet. This usually hot-tempered coach had completely given up, staring blankly at the distant grass, hoping the referee would take pity on him and blow the final whistle soon.

On the other hand, the Chinese team was in a state of high spirits and confidence.

Chen Binbin received the ball on the left wing. Usually, he falters under pressure, but today he surprisingly took the initiative, dribbling past the opposing team's starting full-back, Jiang Yunsheng, using a series of stepovers. Although his final cross from the byline was slightly too powerful, it was enough to show that the young Chinese players were now completely unleashed.

Sun Yang returned to the defensive midfield position and began to direct traffic in a real sense.

He calmly flicked the ball with his right foot. Whenever a South Korean player tried to challenge him, he would immediately make a precise pass from twenty meters away, deftly sending the ball into the open space on the weak side.