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

Sixty-eighth minute.

Schalke 04 launched an attack from their own half. Oczipka made a strong run down the left flank, but this sprint exhausted him, and his cross, like a kite with a broken string, floated lightly towards the center.

Despite being pulled and dragged by Akanji, Raman managed to extend his left foot to volley the ball.

The ball flew softly for more than ten meters before being easily caught by Dortmund goalkeeper Bürki.

Schalke's counterattack completely stalled. Several away team players in blue and white jerseys, hands on their knees, were panting heavily in Dortmund's half, too exhausted to even turn and defend.

Bürki ran to the edge of the penalty area with the ball, preparing to launch a long ball towards the midfield.

"Burki! Over here!"

Sun Yang strode out from the edge of the penalty area and raised his hand to ask for the ball.

When Bürki saw his captain asking for the ball, he didn't hesitate at all. He pushed the ball with both hands and sent it smoothly to Sun Yang's feet.

The instant the football touches the foot.

Pirlo's long pass activates spatial vision!

In Sun Yang's eyes, the chaotic field began to reconstruct itself. Schalke's disorganized defense, the empty backfield, and the running routes of his teammates in the attacking third all transformed into a clear geometric grid. All the data was calculated by his brain in a fraction of a second.

Without making any adjustments, Sun Yang met the rolling ball with the instep of his right foot and thrust it directly into the bottom of the ball.

The calf muscles tensed and exploded with a loud crack, the force rising from the ground, traveling up the knee and down to the ankle. The right foot, at the moment of contact with the ball, spun upwards with a sharp flick.

boom!

A crisp, muffled thud echoed through the empty stadium.

The ball, with a sharp backspin, soared into the sky in an extremely unconventional trajectory, flying directly over Raman's head, and over McKennie and Cerda, who were strolling around in midfield.

This was an air defense guided missile that spanned a full fifty meters!

The ball arced sharply through the air, precisely striking the completely undefended area on the left side of Schalke's penalty area. That was precisely Schalke's weakest point – their slowest recovery attempt.

"Long pass! Sun Yang has launched a long pass from the backfield!" Duan Xuan's voice suddenly rose, causing the microphone to emit a faint static sound. "The field of vision is too vast! Schalke's backfield is now completely open!"

The ball landed on the grass with a strong backspin, but instead of rushing forward and going out of bounds, it decelerated strangely and came to a stop at the feet of the following player.

Thorgan Hazard, like a wild horse, took the ball with one foot and immediately accelerated!

Schalke's defense collapsed. The deep-lying center-back, Nastasic, gritted his teeth and desperately turned to chase back.

Too late! Dortmund's counterattack was too fast.

This was a classic German-style lightning attack. The instant Sun Yang passed the ball, the attacking trident's deadly offensive formation was already in place.

Thorgan Hazard sprinted down the left flank at full speed, using his pace to outpace the covering right-back. He dribbled to the byline and chipped a low cross with the instep of his right foot, sending the ball into the center of the penalty area.

Inside the penalty area, Norwegian maestro Erling Haaland, like a raging bulldozer, forcefully crushed the black defender Leroy Sané. Facing the incoming half-high ball, he didn't greedily shoot, but instead flicked his signature golden bun with a powerful flick.

A header pass! The ball flies straight to the right far post.

Sancho, who was following at high speed, met the falling ball with the outside of his right foot without even adjusting his steps.

boom!

The ball flew like a bullet, piercing right through Schalke goalkeeper Schubert's fingers and slamming into the net!

Goal!

3 is better than 0!

After scoring, Sancho sprinted towards the right corner flag, with Haaland and Hazard close behind. The three of them huddled together, roaring at the empty stands.

The camera cuts back to his own penalty area, where Sun Yang slowly retracts his right leg and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"A textbook counter-attack!" Tao Wei exclaimed. "That goal was so decisive! From Schalke's collapse to Sun Yang's long pass from the backfield, and then the attacking trio linking up for the goal, the whole process took less than half a minute!"

"That long pass was the finishing touch!" Duan Xuan added excitedly, "There wasn't a single wasted pass! Sun Yang not only demonstrated defensive toughness in the backfield, but also top-tier European game reading ability! Schalke's relentless attacks in the first fifteen minutes of the second half were directly condemned to death by this pass!"

On the field, a large number of Schalke players collapsed to the ground in despair. The score gap had widened dramatically, their energy levels were dwindling, and their mental defenses had completely crumbled.

The match has reached the 75th minute.

Dortmund coach Favre glanced at the big screen, then turned to the bench and gave instructions.

"Balardi, Schmelzer! One minute warm-up, get ready to go!"

The fourth official raised the substitution board. Exhausted Hazard and Sancho were substituted, and two regular defenders came on.

"Dortmund is preparing to close out the season," Duan Xuan analyzed, watching the screen. "They've taken off two attacking players and brought on two defenders. Coach Favre is switching to a 4-4-2 formation, stockpiling players in the midfield and defense to hold on until the end with a 3-0 lead. That makes sense, considering they've just come out of quarantine and everyone's energy isn't at its peak."

Schalke coach Cramer watched the substitution, his arms hanging limply at his sides. He knew that against a Dortmund team that parked the bus, today's crushing defeat was already inevitable.

However, when the substitutions were completed and the players on both sides returned to their positions, Kramer's eyelids twitched violently.

The broadcast camera quickly zoomed out, switching to an overhead panoramic view.

"Wait a minute!" Duan Xuan's voice suddenly paused, his tone filled with disbelief. "Dortmund's formation is wrong! Balerdi and Akanji are partnering at center-back, and Schmelzer is playing left-back. What about Sun Yang?!"

The camera focuses on Schalke's half.

Wearing a yellow and black jersey with the captain's armband wrapped around his arm, Sun Yang, number 29, didn't turn back at all. He walked step by step past the center circle and went straight into the edge of Schalke's penalty area!

Haaland grinned widely, striding forward with his long legs, and gave Sun Yang a high five. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, were like two murderous gods exuding a dangerous aura, directly pressing against Schalke's center-back in the face.

"My God!" Duan Xuan gasped in shock. "Favre didn't let Sun Yang play as a defensive midfielder, nor did he play as a center-back. He pushed Sun Yang directly to the forward line. Dortmund has switched to a two-striker formation! Sun Yang and Haaland are partnering up front!"

The stadium was completely empty.

Haaland twisted his thick neck, his knuckles cracking, and his blue eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty excitement.

"Dude, I was so bored running around like that earlier," the Norwegian Witch licked his lips. "From now on, you'll have to feed me cookies."

Sun Yang glanced at the time on the big screen, stretched his ankle, and stomped his right foot heavily on the grass. His gaze swept over the Schalke defense, whose faces were pale and whose legs were trembling.

"No problem." Sun Yang's lips curled into a cold smile. "Next, the two of us will completely tear their defenses apart."