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

There were few spectators at Songkhla Stadium.

But the dozen or so players on the Chinese team's bench had completely gone mad. All the staff rushed to the sidelines.

On the field, Sun Yang, after scoring, used his hands to push himself up from the grass. Before he could even celebrate, he was knocked down onto the grass by Zhang Yuning, who was rushing towards him. Immediately afterwards, Duan Liuyu, Huang Zhengyu, Chen Binbin, and other sweaty young Chinese men all pounced on him.

This was a release of pent-up emotions. The frustration of being pinned down and bombarded from above in the penalty area for the previous ten minutes was completely released at this moment.

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast studio of CCTV Sports Channel, far away in China.

He Wei and Xu Yang didn't even sit down. They stood, staring intently at the tactical analysis screen in front of them. The director had already switched to a slow-motion replay of the goal.

A timeline appears at the bottom of the screen.

"Ten seconds. The whole process took less than ten seconds!" He Wei shouted, looking at the number frozen on the timer.

Xu Yang quickly drew the trajectory of the ball on the tactics board, with red passing lines extending from the Chinese team's penalty area all the way into Uzbekistan's goal. "Let's count the number of touches. From the moment Sun Yang cleared the ball with his header from the penalty spot, the Chinese team gained possession."

In slow motion, the ball flies towards the wing.

"First touch, Feng Boxuan chests the ball down. Second touch, passes the ball to Duan Liuyu." Xu Yang tapped the screen. "Third touch, Sun Yang makes a forward run to receive the ball, Duan Liuyu passes it across. Fourth touch, Sun Yang doesn't stop the ball, he directly plays a one-two behind the wall and passes it back. Fifth touch, Duan Liuyu pushes the ball back to the center and passes it back to Sun Yang."

The image freezes on the moment Sun Yang receives the ball in the center circle.

"Five passes. In just five passes, the Chinese team completely tore apart the double defensive midfield line of Uzbekistan's midfielders, number six Ganeev and number twenty-two Kodyrkulov. In the transition from defense to attack, the two full-backs and two wingers all pushed past the halfway line. Three-four-three. This is a standard tactical routine of attacking down the flanks."

He Wei stared intently at Sun Yang's subtle outside-of-the-foot pass on the screen. "That sixth touch was the key. Look at Uzbekistan's two center-backs. They retreated quickly, but the gap between them was too large. Sun Yang's low, through ball, with its incredible speed, slipped right between them. It was a true surgical strike. It not only tore apart Uzbekistan's defense but also gave Yang Liyu, who was making a run down the right flank, the perfect opportunity."

"On the seventh touch, Yang Liyu controlled the ball. On the eighth touch, he swept the ball down the wing into the middle," Xu Yang added. "Zhang Yuning attracted the attention of the opposing goalkeeper Nematov at the near post. Nematov rushed out and punched the ball away from the danger zone, but no one from Uzbekistan went to protect the most dangerous second ball. None of us expected that the one who launched this attack would be the one to finish the job."

The broadcast then zoomed out to a wide shot. The director added a red halo around Sun Yang. Starting from his own penalty area, he sprinted across almost the entire field, finally jumping at the edge of the opponent's penalty area.

He Wei's voice was excited: "An 80-meter high-speed anaerobic sprint. He not only kept up with the team's three-pronged attack, but also had the strength to complete the final high-altitude operation."

On the screen, Sun Yang fully extended his body in mid-air, fiercely tossing his head against the falling ball. The movement was incredibly fluid.

"We often see incredible goals in major international tournaments. At this moment, watching Sun Yang leap high, I think many fans will have the same image in their minds."

Xu Yang spoke with great enthusiasm, "In the 2014 World Cup in Brazil, facing the Spanish goal guarded by Casillas, Robin van Persie, known as the 'Flying Dutchman,' scored a diving header that shocked the world."

"Now, above the Songkhla Stadium, we also see a soaring figure belonging to Chinese football. This is not only a display of physical strength and explosiveness, but also a manifestation of top-level football intelligence. From defense to offense, he single-handedly dominated the entire game."

In front of millions of television sets outside the live broadcast room, countless fans cheered with excitement.

But on the sidelines, Uzbekistan's head coach, Drulovic, was furious.

He ripped off his tie and slammed it onto the coach's chair. He rushed to the white line on the sidelines and roared furiously at the players on the field in Russian.

"Are your legs broken? Your recovery speed is as slow as an old lady taking a stroll! Why did you give him space to get the ball in the center circle?!" Drulovic yelled, pointing at the tall striker Abdykholkov's nose. "And you two! Getting cleared in the opponent's penalty area by a short guy riding on your neck? Use your weight to crush him! Use your bodies to knock him out! This is a football field, not a fucking ballet stage!"

The Uzbek players walked back to their positions with their heads down. The towering center, Abdikholkov, stomped his foot on the grass, his gaze towards the Chinese half now filled with a fierce intensity.

The referee blew the whistle to restart the game.

After conceding the goal, Uzbekistan immediately launched a furious counterattack. Drulovic waved his arms on the sidelines, signaling for the two full-backs to push further forward. They decided to stick to their aerial bombardment tactic of attacking down both flanks.

Kodyrkulov received a pass from his teammate in the center circle. He looked up to assess the situation and prepared to launch a long ball towards the left flank.

Just as he swung his right leg...

"Keep pushing! Don't back down!"

A clear, crisp Chinese voice echoed across half the stadium.

Wearing the captain's armband on his left arm, Sun Yang accelerated from the edge of the penalty area towards the center circle. As he ran, he pushed his hands outwards in front of him, making a tactical gesture indicating that the overall formation was pressing forward.

"Huang Zhengyu! Go to the left and mark their winger! Don't give them any room to turn around!"

"Duan Liuyu, block the number six position and force him to pass the ball with his left foot!"

"Chen Binbin, mark their right-back and push him towards the sideline!"

Tactical commands sprang from Sun Yang's lips. For the first ten minutes or so, the Chinese team, wary of the opponent's twin towers' height, had their formation compressed and stretched thin. Everyone was crammed into the penalty area to defend.

But now, with Sun Yang acting as the backbone, the entire defense line immediately came alive.

Sun Yang knew very well that constantly contesting for headers in the penalty area against a Central Asian giant over 1.9 meters tall was a foolish and energy-consuming tactic. One or two times could be overcome with Klinsmann's skill, but consistently putting the ball into the box was a recipe for disaster. Even with his iron legs and Kante's lung capacity, Zhu Chenjie and Wei Zhen, the two true center-backs, absolutely couldn't withstand it for a full 90 minutes.

The best way to solve the problem of high-altitude bombing is to cut off the damn source of the balling.