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

Kodirkulov, who was blocking the way, saw that something was wrong and thought that Sun Yang was going to force a cross.

"Fuck! He's going to cross!"

The burly Central Asian man roared and charged forward, extending his right leg to try and block Sun Yang's passing lane.

Just as Kodilkulov lunged forward.

Sun Yang swung his right foot high and suddenly tightened his grip, but instead of hitting the ball, he lightly stepped on it!

Immediately afterwards, using his supporting leg as a pivot, and leveraging the momentum from his previous sprint, he smoothly completed a graceful turn and pull back the ball.

Marseille Turn!

Sun Yang, ball and all, swept past Kodyrkulov like a red whirlwind, swiftly and decisively tearing apart this solid defensive barrier.

Kodilkulov's mind went blank after being bypassed.

It's over! He knew that if this kid got space to shoot in front of the penalty area, it would be a devastating blow to his goal.

In his desperation, he completely disregarded whether his defensive moves were standard or not.

Kodirkulov turned around with red eyes, stretched out his two thick arms, grabbed Sun Yang's red number 10 jersey, and dragged him backward like a bull.

"Sizzle—"

A crisp sound of brocade being torn.

The originally high-quality jersey was torn open with a 30-centimeter-long rip from the back collar by this brutal tearing force.

Sun Yang's well-defined, muscular back was exposed to the air without reservation.

The two torn pieces of the red jersey billowed in the night wind as Sun Yang surged forward, much like the fluttering red cloak of a warrior on a Peking Opera stage.

Majestic and imposing, exuding a murderous aura!

The pulling force from behind was too great, and Sun Yang's center of gravity inevitably tilted backward.

But he never even considered taking the opportunity to fall to the ground to claim that damn foul. His eyes were only on the fatal opening spotted by the radar!

The Peking Opera skills he had honed over a decade culminated in this moment. He displayed superhuman core flexibility and an exceptionally high balance of 85 points. With his back less than ten centimeters from the grass, he forcefully folded his right leg in mid-air, managing to contort it into an incredible kicking stance.

The instep of his right foot struck the bottom of the ball with perfect precision.

"go!"

Innate skill: aim and shoot, forcefully calibrate the trajectory!

The ball roared up from the ground, spinning intensely, and traversed most of the field before striking precisely the weak side of Uzbekistan's defense.

At that location, a red figure had already launched at full speed like an arrow released from a bow.

Zhang Yuning, the lone striker for the Chinese team.

The incident occurred less than ten meters from the referee. The referee had already put his whistle in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, ready to call this egregious tactical foul of pulling someone.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the ball precisely pierce through Uzbekistan's last line of defense, and Zhang Yuning was about to have a one-on-one opportunity.

The referee reacted quickly, snatching the whistle away from his mouth and pointing it straight forward with both hands.

"Play on!"

The principle of attacking is advantageous, so the game continues!

The referee turned his head and pointed menacingly at Kodyrkulov, who was still lying on the ground pretending to be innocent. Then he took long strides and accelerated towards the direction where Zhang Yuning was dribbling the ball.

Zhang Yuning comfortably controlled this incredible long pass from the left corner of the penalty area.

Uzbekistan's main defensive players all went to surround Sun Yang, and now only the tall center-back Kobilov is left to guard the backfield.

Kobilov watched Zhang Yuning receive the ball, and as if facing a formidable enemy, he took long strides and moved sideways, trying to block Zhang Yuning's shooting angle.

Zhang Yuning dribbled into the penalty area. Facing this 1.86-meter-tall strong man, the breakthrough techniques that Sun Yang had taught him during team training in the past few days popped into his mind.

There's no need to use tricks; just use your center of gravity to deceive him!

Zhang Yuning quickly alternated between his left and right feet to flick the ball, then lowered his upper body to the right, his shoulder making a realistic feint as if he was preparing to go down the wing to score a goal.

Kobilov was already highly tense, and upon seeing this, his massive body instinctively leaned to the left, taking a large step forward with his right leg to intercept the ball.

It's now!

Zhang Yuning used the outside of his right foot to forcefully twist the ball back.

A simplified version of Sun Yang's shoulder drop and feint.

The movement was swift and clean. Kobilov couldn't regain his balance at all, and his two long legs got tangled in the grass, crashing to the ground like a chopped-down log, without even grazing Zhang Yuning's clothes.

After getting past the last line of defense, only goalkeeper Nematov remained in front of him!

Zhang Yuning made no unnecessary adjustments, not even wasting time looking up to check the angle. Facing the incoming ball, he stretched his right foot straight and unleashed a powerful shot!

The ball skimmed along the grass like a heavy cannonball flying close to the ground, brutally piercing through Nematov's goal before he could fall to the ground and close his legs.

"Whoosh!"

The ball rolled up the white net without any suspense.

70th minute of the match. 3-0! The Chinese team has completely crushed Uzbekistan!

"It's in!!!"

The Chinese staff in the stands, the young men on the bench, and even Cannavaro himself sprang to their feet like springs, waving their towels and water bottles wildly.

The referee stood on the edge of the penalty area, confirmed that the ball had completely crossed the goal line, and decisively put his whistle in his mouth. With his right arm outstretched and his finger pointing to the center circle, he declared the goal valid.

But it's not over yet.

After awarding the goal, the referee ignored the Chinese team's celebrations and instead, with a stern face, jogged along the route of the counter-attack.

He stopped in front of Kodilkulov, who had just gotten up from the ground and was still brushing off the grass clippings.

Kodirkulov was pale and panting heavily, taking a step back guiltily.

The referee didn't even bother with a single warning; his right hand went straight into his breast pocket. He pulled out a yellow card and raised it high at the Uzbek captain.

Immediately afterwards, the referee opened his notebook and glanced at the yellow card records from the first half.

The referee deftly shoved the yellow card back into place and reached for his shorts pocket.

The next second, a bright red card was held high above their heads.

"Get out!"

The referee's face turned ashen, and he stretched out his right arm, pointing his index finger mercilessly into the players' tunnel.

Two yellow cards result in a red card! He's sent off immediately!

Cannavaro, watching this scene from the sidelines, had a faint smile on his lips.

This was the death knell he drew on the tactics board during halftime.

Their captain executed his tactical plan perfectly. Sun Yang really used tactics to overwhelm the opponent's yellow card captain and forcefully knock him out!