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

In the live television broadcast, He Wei screamed into the microphone with a voice that was almost cracking.

"The Chinese team didn't retreat! They didn't try to control the ball and waste time!"

"Just thirteen seconds into the second half! The Chinese Olympic team launched a fast break!"

on the field.

At this moment, Sun Yang's thigh muscles tensed up suddenly, kicking up a flurry of grass clippings as he charged through the middle lane.

In the previous exchange, he used a very deceptive shoulder drop feint, then smoothly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot, leaving Saudi midfielder Hassan behind.

Hassan's legs felt like lead. He couldn't even manage a tactical foul like reaching out to pull the ball away. He could only stand there like a wooden stake, panting heavily, watching helplessly as the Chinese kid in the number 10 jersey plunged into his own territory like a sharp knife.

One second ago, the Saudi team was leisurely drinking electrolyte water in the locker room, planning how they could work together better in the second half and force the game into a penalty shootout.

Who would have thought that the Chinese team would suddenly flip the table!

In the middle, Zhang Yuning was like a heavy bulldozer, gritting his teeth and carrying two Saudi center-backs as he charged into the heart of the penalty area; on the left, Chen Binbin, who had just come on, was in full form, using his absolute speed to outrun the right-back Abdulhamid who was already exhausted; on the right, Yang Liyu was also making high-speed forward runs.

The three counterattack points advanced simultaneously, straining Saudi Arabia's already crumbling defenses.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Yang had advanced the ball to a position 35 meters away from the goal.

Another Saudi defensive midfielder, Ali, with red eyes, gritted his teeth and forced his way out from the side and behind to cover for his opponent.

He watched the moment Sun Yang's touch on the ball went slightly too far, then suddenly lowered his center of gravity, preparing a vicious sliding tackle to bring down both Sun Yang and the ball. He was willing to take a card if it meant shutting down this fast break!

But just as he pushed off the ground with his left foot...

"Ugh!"

A piercing, agonizing scream suddenly rang out on the field, startling Sun Yang, who was dribbling forward with the ball.

Ali didn't even manage to touch the edge of Sun Yang's jersey before losing his balance and crashing heavily onto the grass. He curled up in agony like a shrimp, clutching the back of his right thigh with both hands, his face contorted in pain.

I got a cramp!

The first half, a leisurely 45-minute "walk-like" session, had left the Saudi players' muscles relaxed. When they immediately faced a heart-pounding sprint at the start of the second half, Ali's muscles went on strike.

Sun Yang caught a glimpse of Ali lying on the ground out of the corner of his eye. The two hadn't even made contact; why had he fallen down first? Sun Yang's footwork didn't falter at all; he smoothly took another large step forward with the ball.

The referee put his whistle in his mouth and, seeing that Sun Yang was still firmly in control of the ball, decisively raised both hands: the attack is in favor, the game continues!

On the coaching bench, Saudi Arabia's head coach Saad sprang up as if he had a spring in his butt, smashing the water bottle in his hand to the ground, splashing water everywhere.

"Block him! Stick close!" Saad shouted desperately in Arabic, gesturing wildly.

late.

Sun Yang had already dribbled the ball to the edge of the penalty area.

Seeing that their two defensive midfielders had been completely breached, Saudi center-back Sindi had no choice but to give up marking Zhang Yuning closely. He gritted his teeth and rushed out, lunging sideways to try and block Sun Yang's through ball to Zhang Yuning.

He bet on Sun Yang's ability to pass the ball. Because in past matches, this Chinese number 10's deadly, surgical passes had already instilled a psychological scar on the Saudis.

But this time, Cindy made the wrong bet.

Sun Yang didn't even glance at Zhang Yuning in the penalty area.

His right leg was brimming with explosive power.

Facing Cindy's blockade, Sun Yang made adjustments half a beat in advance.

His left foot sank heavily into the grass, his core tightening. His right leg, like a whip brimming with power, swung backward.

Then, he straightened his instep and struck the ball squarely on the front.

boom!

A dull thud.

The football was violently deformed by the blow, without even a trace of spin, and was transformed into an unreasonable cannonball, whistling past Cindy's scalp as she lay on the ground.

From a distance of 25 meters, this ferocious long-range shot, accompanied by a despairing whistling sound, headed straight for the top right corner of the goal!

Goalkeeper Yami reacted incredibly quickly, leaping into the air the moment Sun Yang kicked the ball.

He stretched his body to its limit, desperately reaching his gloved right hand backward.

But the ball was moving way too fast!

Yami's fingers were still a hand's width away from the ball; he could only stand in mid-air, desperately listening to the sounds behind him.

Swish!

The ball slammed into the white net, making the entire net bulge high, before bouncing into the net!

The second half began, just forty-two seconds in!

China's Olympic team leads Saudi Arabia 1-0!

Goal!!!!

"A world-class goal! Sun Yang's powerful cannon shot!"

He Wei, his face flushed with excitement in the commentary booth, slammed his fist on the table. "Unbelievable! Just when everyone thought it would be a grueling extra time, and the opposing defense was still dreaming, Sun Yang unleashed an audacious powerful shot that brought the Saudi team back to reality!"

"This is the core! This is the key player! We've got the U23 trophy in our hands this year!"

On the field, the ball went into the net.

Sun Yang didn't sprint to the corner flag area. He simply turned around, swung his fist forcefully at the crowd below the court, and then took a few deep breaths to calm his wildly beating heart.

The referee then blew the whistle to stop the game and turned around to wave urgently to the Saudi team doctor.

Ali, who had just failed to make a flying tackle, was still lying on the grass, writhing in pain.

However, less than 30 meters away in the Saudi penalty area, Zhang Yuning, who had just made a desperate sprint to pull someone away, also collapsed heavily to the ground with a "thud".

"Holy crap..." Zhang Yuning clutched his calves with both hands, sweating profusely from the pain. "I can't take it anymore, both tendons are completely ruptured..."

Seeing this, Sun Yang quickly ran over. He lifted Zhang Yuning's two thighs, pressed the soles of her feet against his knees, and pressed down hard.

"Old Zhang, just bear with it!"

The team doctor sprinted onto the field with his medical kit, pinched Zhang Yuning's calf which was as stiff as a rock, and immediately turned to the coaching bench to make a substitution gesture.

In front of the substitutes' bench.

Cannavaro's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"Fabio! Zhang's muscles are giving him a warning sign, he can't stay on the field any longer!" Assistant coach Mario rushed over, clutching the tactics board. "Should we bring on Chen Pu? Or Liu Ruofan? While we're still in good spirits, let's put another striker on the field?"

Cannavaro stared at the Saudi Arabian half. The Saudi players were clearly stunned after conceding the goal, and head coach Saad was furious on the sidelines. There were still 44 minutes left in the game, and the Chinese Olympic team was reaching its physical limit. If another striker were sent up to press now, and Saudi Arabia broke through the midfield, the defense would definitely not be able to withstand these desperate Arabs.

"No change of striker." Cannavaro turned around abruptly.

"Jiang! Go warm up! Get up there in ten seconds!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Shenglong, who was sitting on the bench, ripped off his training vest, ran to the side of the field, did a quick leg stretch, and stood next to the fourth official.

"Mario, listen up." Navarro picked up a marker and drew several heavy lines on the whiteboard. "Change formation to 5-4-1! Jiang goes up to play sweeper, Zhu Chenjie and Wei Zhen on the flanks. Midfielders line up horizontally, the four of them completely shut down the area outside the penalty box!"

"What about the attacking third? Who will fill in up front?" Mario was stunned.

Cannavaro raised his head, his gaze sweeping across most of the stadium before landing precisely on Sun Yang, who was standing there drinking water.

"Let Sun go! Get him to the very front!"

The former World Player of the Year patted the tactics board, his eyes shining: "He's the most physically fit monster on the field right now! Let him go to the opponent's half and play as a free man! Tell those lads in the midfield and defense, when you get the ball, don't hesitate, just kick it long to Son!"