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

The first half was drawing to a close. 43rd minute.

Australia's attacking run in the attacking third resulted in a passing error. Metcalfe's through ball was deflected by Hu Jinghang's foot halfway through the pass, changing the ball's trajectory and causing it to bounce and roll towards the center circle.

It landed right at Sun Yang's feet.

He caught the ball, turned, and took a touch. At that moment, three burly Australian men in yellow jerseys stood blocking his way.

There was no sign of slowing down. The "Maradona Overcoming Five Barriers and Slaying Six Generals" skill was activated automatically.

Facing O'Neal's onslaught, Sun Yang gently flicked the ball with the toe of his left foot. The ball, like a playful sprite, leaped just over O'Neal's thick calf. Sun Yang then used his shoulder to force his way through, carving a path to safety from the side.

I had barely taken a step when a gust of wind suddenly rose from the side!

Murdochutas's cleats whistled across the grass as he delivered a vicious sliding tackle to block his path.

Sun Yang deftly poked the ball with his right toe, sending it rolling away half a step ahead. He then slightly pulled his legs back, leaping into the air, narrowly avoiding the gleaming studs, landing steadily, and then charging into the penalty area.

He swung his right leg in a wide arc, ready to unleash a powerful shot.

Ryan, number 4, behind him, completely lost his temper. He pulled and kicked Sun Yang from behind, landing a solid kick on Sun Yang's left ankle.

Sun Yang lost his balance and fell heavily onto the grass in the penalty area.

A sharp whistle pierced the sky.

Without hesitation, the referee rushed into the penalty area, his right index finger pointing firmly to the penalty spot, while his left hand reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a yellow card.

"Shit! Are you blind?" Ryan glared at the referee with bloodshot eyes, like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on. "That was a dive! Watch the replay! I didn't even touch a hair on his head!"

The referee, with a cold face, pointed hard at his eyes, shoved aside the incessantly talking Ryan, and raised the yellow card high.

Sun Yang brushed the grass clippings off his legs and stood up. Zhang Yuning hugged the ball, patted him hard on the shoulder, and shoved the ball into his arms.

Sun Yang walked to the penalty spot, flattened the ball, and took three steps back.

Take a deep breath, get a running start, and swing your legs.

boom!

A powerful, low shot! The ball flew like a missile, skimming the left post and nestling into the net. Goalkeeper Glover, like a clumsy wooden stake, didn't even finish his save attempt.

3:1.

At halftime, the Chinese Olympic team returned to the locker room with a two-goal lead.

Fifteen minutes later, the two sides switched sides and started playing again.

The locker room must have been filled with the coach's furious blowjob, because in the second half, whenever the Australian defenders got the ball, they would launch a long, aggressive cross.

Four Australian players, each over 1.85 meters tall, crowded into the Chinese Olympic team's penalty area like four heavy bulldozers, turning the defense upside down.

60 minutes.

Australia launched a powerful cross from the left flank at a 45-degree angle.

The ball traced a high parabola over thirty meters long in the air and accurately struck the center of the penalty area.

Toure focused on the landing point, completely ignoring Wei Zhen, who was closely guarding him. With his beast-like explosive power, he leaped into the air, pressing down on Wei Zhen by half a body length.

A crushing blow with the force of Mount Tai.

The ball slammed into the ground, then bounced irregularly before nestling in the top right corner of the net. Chen Wei stretched his body with all his might, but couldn't even touch the ball with his fingertips.

3:2.

The score difference was forcibly narrowed back to one goal.

The Australian bench erupted in cheers as players rushed to the sidelines, towels dangling from their hands.

Head coach Arnold, like a frenzied conductor, clenched his fists and roared at the field: "Well done! Keep smashing it into the penalty area! These Chinese lads can't handle physical contact! Pass all those damn balls in!"

In the 65th minute, Australia won a corner kick on the right.

In an attempt to press their advantage, the entire Australian team, except for the goalkeeper, pushed forward into the opponent's half. The penalty area was packed with players, six burly men crowding in. Jerseys were stretched taut, and elbows flew everywhere.

The corner kick was taken, its trajectory high and graceful, heading straight for the far post.

Sun Yang had already quietly retreated to the danger zone. Seizing the opportunity, relying on his amazing core explosiveness, he managed to get ahead of the opposing center-back Italiano's bald head.

With a thud, he headed the ball out of the penalty area.

The clearance was perfectly placed, landing right at the feet of Dilmurat, who was waiting to counterattack on the wing.

At this moment, Australia's backfield was so open that a horse could run across it!

Dilimulati dribbled the ball at breakneck speed. Before him stretched an endless green corridor.

As they approached the halfway line, Australia's last-place center-back, Murdochutas, finally caught up with red eyes.

Murdochutas knew very well that once this kid broke into the attacking third, it would be all over. He reached out from behind, grabbed Dilmurat by the collar, and roughly pulled him to the ground like a wrestler.

Beep! The foul whistle blows.

The referee quickly ran to the scene of the incident, reaching into his pocket to pull out a card.

Two experienced Australian players immediately surrounded the referee, attempting to obstruct his view, arguing vehemently: "Sir! This is just a routine tactical foul, don't get agitated, it's not worth pulling out a card!"

Just as things were in chaos, Sun Yang struck from behind like a red lightning bolt.

He completely ignored the Australians' trash talk, stepped forward, pushed aside the yellow jersey blocking his way, bent down, and firmly pressed the ball to the spot where the foul occurred.

He glanced up quickly.

Zhang Yuning, who was in front, landed right on the center line.

The instant their eyes met, Sun Yang didn't even bother with his footwork; he used the instep of his right foot to push off gently, then sprinted forward.

Take the free kick quickly!

They're exploiting a loophole in the rules! As long as the referee doesn't show a yellow card, it's not considered a forced dead ball situation, and a quick serve is perfectly reasonable!

The ball skimmed along the grass like a slippery eel, weaving through the group of Australian giants still arguing with the referee, and precisely darted into the opponent's half.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Arnold completely lost his temper, kicking a water bottle off the sidelines: "F**k! What the hell is this?! Referee, the game has stopped, this is against the rules!"

The referee completely ignored his protest, simply pulled his hand away from the card, and turned to run forward with the ball.

A deadly two-on-one situation has formed in the frontcourt!

Zhang Yuning received the ball and surged into the penalty area. Goalkeeper Glover had no choice but to rush out of his goal, while the only remaining full-back behind Zhang Yuning desperately chased back.

Zhang Yuning didn't try to take credit; he keenly caught a glimpse of the red figure rushing down the right flank out of the corner of his eye.

Sun Yang, who had sprinted fifty meters after passing the ball, arrived at full speed!

Zhang Yuning tapped his heel with a spiritual movement.

The ball rolled toward the empty net. Faced with this gift, Sun Yang didn't even adjust his stance, easily tapping the ball with his right foot.

The ball slowly crossed the goal line.

4 is better than 2!

This is the second hat-trick of the tournament, and he has scored a total of 11 goals in the entire tournament!

Arnold clutched his head in anguish, crouching on the ground and cursing incessantly, "Shameless thieves! God, they actually resorted to underhanded tactics!"

This goal shattered much of the Australians' morale.

But the Socceroos, already cornered, had no way out. In the 75th minute, Arnold brought on three attackers: Gunnar, Piscopo, and Flami, changing their formation to an extreme 3-3-4.

All chips in an all-in attack.

The Chinese Olympic team's goal was suddenly filled with tension. Zhu Chenjie and Wei Zhen, who were almost completely exhausted, were panting heavily in the penalty area. Their jerseys were soaked with sweat, and their lungs felt like they were being emptied by broken bellows.

In a critical moment, Sun Yang voluntarily retreated to the edge of the penalty area, becoming the strongest barrier in front of the defense.

At this moment, the "Lungs of the Kant Perpetual Motion Machine" displayed a despairing dominance.

In the 81st minute, Piscopo attempted a long pass from near the sideline. Sun Yang made a clean, low sliding tackle, sweeping both the ball and himself out of bounds.

In the 84th minute, Genro received the ball at the edge of the penalty area and attempted a forced breakthrough. Sun Yang intercepted him half a step ahead, using his not-so-thick back to withstand the powerful collision from the Australian giant, and nimbly snatched the ball away.

Physical prowess! After running for more than eighty minutes, his movements remained light and fluid.

The match has reached the 86th minute.

Australia's cross from the left wing was too slow.

Sun Yang perfectly chested the ball down near the penalty spot. Behind him, Toure, like a raging bull, tried to knock him over. Sun Yang neither dodged nor flinched, holding his position, and deftly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot on the underside.

The ball crossed half the field, transforming into a precision-guided cruise missile, and found Chen Binbin, who had just come on as a substitute on the left wing.

At this point, Australia had only one lone defender left in the second half.

Chen Binbin and another energetic substitute, Liu Ruofan, launched a double attack.

Facing the Australian defender whose legs seemed to be filled with lead, the two easily and comfortably executed a one-two pass.

Chen Binbin broke into the penalty area on a one-on-one, and facing the onrushing goalkeeper, unleashed a powerful left-footed shot into the near corner.

Swish!

The ball knocked the net high into the air.

5 is better than 2!

Kill the game completely!

The Olympic team players on the bench could no longer contain their elation. A group of them rushed out of bounds, shouting and hugging each other. Cannavaro turned around, wiping his face vigorously with both hands, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

The three minutes of added time were essentially wasted time.

When the referee blew the three long whistles that signified the end of the match.

The red jersey lay sprawled haphazardly on the grass. Sun Yang bent over, hands on his knees, greedily inhaling the air thick with the scent of earth.

Five to two!

They defied the arrogant Australian kangaroos and made it to the finals!

More importantly, that ticket to the Tokyo Olympics is now completely secured! After twelve years, Chinese football has finally returned to the Olympic arena!