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

The alarm bells were ringing for Schalke's defense.

Left center-back Nastasic had no choice but to abandon his post in the penalty area and rush to cover the flank.

He lowered his center of gravity, his hands slightly outstretched at his sides, his eyes fixed on the ball at Sun Yang's feet. Nastasic was clever; he wouldn't easily extend his leg, intending to block Sun Yang's cutting-in route and force the ball towards the far corner of the byline.

Sun Yang sprinted at full speed along the sideline. The distance between the two quickly closed.

Facing the tall Serbian center-back blocking his way, Sun Yang's footwork remained relentless.

Less than a meter from Nastasic!

Sun Yang raised his right foot and used the outside of his foot to forcefully push it to the right.

This feint was extremely deceptive. Nastasic's center of gravity was suddenly pulled to the left, and he instinctively stretched out his left foot, trying to block the path down the wing.

The next step after flicking the ball out.

Sun Yang's ankles displayed superhuman flexibility. The foundation in his lower body, honed through years of training in Peking Opera, shone brightly at this moment.

The right foot, which was pushed outward, twisted forcefully in mid-air. The instep of the foot flipped over and turned into a powerful instep strike.

[Ronaldinho's signature "elastico" dribble!]

At high speed, the ball traced an exaggerated V-shaped line laterally. Precisely grazing the toe of Nastasic's outstretched left foot, it darted between his legs.

Nastasic's massive frame suffered a violent backlash from his center of gravity. His legs seemed to be tied in a knot, his knees buckled, and the Serbian international, worth tens of millions of euros, fell awkwardly onto the grass.

Schalke's defense crumbled on the spot.

Sun Yang moved with unimpeded ease, dribbling the ball into the right side of the penalty area.

Schalke goalkeeper Schubert was forced to rush out of his goal, spreading his arms wide to tackle the ball.

Sun Yang didn't even spare a glance for the goalkeeper. He raised his left hand, pointing straight to the far post. He then powerfully chipped the ball with the instep of his right foot.

The ball soared into the air with a high-speed inward spin, perfectly bypassing Schubert's futilely outstretched fingers, and plummeted rapidly towards the far post.

That place was originally an empty space.

But a figure with wildly flowing blond hair arrived on horseback.

Haaland! This 1.95-meter Norwegian striker charged straight through the penalty area, shaking off all defenders, and rolled into the far post like a heavy truck.

The only player on Schalke's defense who could challenge him was the 1.96-meter-tall black center-back Salif Sané.

Sané desperately retreated and jumped. Haaland met the ball with a powerful leap.

Two terrifying, muscular bodies collided violently in mid-air.

A muffled thud.

In the slow-motion replay broadcast globally, Haaland, who was one centimeter shorter, used his even more ferocious leg jumping ability to overpower Sane by half a head.

His tightly tied blond bun was particularly eye-catching. Haaland's waist bent like a bow, his neck veins bulging, as he met the ball with a brutal, lion-like headbutt.

boom!

The ball was violently struck, slammed onto the grass, bounced high, and headed into the corner of the goal.

Schubert, who had fallen onto the grass, was unable to even make a save.

2-0! 42nd minute! Dortmund scores again!

After scoring, Haaland shoved Sané, who had lost his balance, aside, and looked up at the empty South Stand, letting out a Viking-like roar.

The howl was like a heavy hammer, making the entire Schalke team's scalp tingle.

Haaland strode towards the baseline, spread his two thick arms, grabbed Sun Yang's shoulders, and shook him wildly.

"The antenna is amazing, bro! That Serbian defender must be looking for his knee ligaments right now! You can get past him like it's a piece of cake!" Haaland was so excited that he was spitting everywhere.

The coaching bench on the sidelines.

Favre excitedly pumped his fist three times, then turned and hugged the substitutes tightly.

Not far away, Schalke coach Cramer irritably loosened his tie and kept swearing in German.

The game restarts.

Trailing by two goals completely shattered Schalke's composure, and their actions went from rough to reckless and unscrupulous.

The two minutes of stoppage time were a horrific sight on the field.

Midfielder Oczipka deliberately slid across and collided with Achraf, receiving a yellow card. Immediately afterwards, Dortmund's Hummels attempted a tactical foul by sliding in from behind on Raman, also receiving a card.

As referee Aitkin blew the whistle to end the first half, the broadcast showed outrageous statistics: in the 45 minutes of the first half, both sides had received two yellow cards, and the total number of fouls had exceeded 25.

A pure meat grinder war.

The players, panting heavily, made their way to the player tunnel. Without the noise of the fans, the tunnel echoed only with the screeching sound of cleats scraping against the rubber surface.

Schalke midfielder Serdar deliberately quickened his pace and, as he passed Sun Yang, rammed into him hard on the shoulder.

Sun Yang swayed, turned his head, and locked his gaze coldly onto the other party.

"Don't get cocky, you Asian kid." Zelda lowered his voice and taunted him menacingly in German, "I'll personally mark you in the second half and break you and the ball on the field."

Sun Yang stopped, glanced at Zelda from head to toe, and chuckled.

"Your tackles are as slow as snails. Practice your sprints more in the second half, instead of just trailing behind and getting left in the dust."

This bland, dismissive mockery completely ignited the powder keg.

McKinney suddenly pushed up from behind, shoving Sun Yang in the chest with his thick arm.

"Fuck! What are you pretending to be? You think you're something special after just two assists?" McKinney roared, his thick neck stiff.

Sun Yang's eyes turned cold, and he was just about to retaliate.

A figure as large as a small mountain suddenly squeezed in between the two. Harland lowered his head, his azure eyes glaring fiercely at McKinney.

"Try touching him again?" The Norwegian's voice was filled with undisguised brutality. "Believe me or not, I'll break your hand bones and shove them right into your mouth."

In an instant, chaos erupted at the entrance of the passage.

The players from both sides quickly shoved and huddled together, spewing profanities in various languages. Security personnel and the referee rushed over, sweating profusely, and frantically blew their whistles to separate the red-eyed players.

The Dortmund dressing room.

The atmosphere was frighteningly heavy, with no trace of the joy of leading by two goals.

Favre slammed his tactical pen against the whiteboard.

"Schalke will definitely go all out to injure players in the second half! Delaney has a card, he needs to be substituted immediately. Witsel, you come on and clear the area in front of the penalty box."

Favre turned to Sun Yang, who was sitting in front of the cabinet: "Sun, in the second half, keep pushing forward! No need to drop back. If they foul, just stay on the edge of their penalty area, and when you get the ball, just pass it to Haaland!"

Sun Yang was about to nod when the locker room door was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

The team doctor rushed in, his face deathly pale.

"Mr. Favre, this is a huge problem!" The team doctor's voice trembled. "Matz just experienced a tearing pain in his calf muscle in the tunnel. The examination revealed extensive muscle spasms accompanied by a mild strain. He's out for the second half!"

The air suddenly froze.

The defensive anchor, the vice-captain, was forced to leave the field injured. Facing Schalke's inevitable furious second-half comeback, Dortmund's defense essentially lost a crucial piece of its core.

Favre closed his eyes in despair and let out a heavy sigh.

Then, his gaze turned to Sun Yang, whose armband was still wrapped around his arm.