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

CCTV Sports Channel broadcast studio.

Duan Xuan braced his hands on the edge of the commentary booth, his upper body almost touching the formation diagram on the broadcast screen.

"Coach Favre is really going all out this time!" Duan Xuan raised his voice, his tone full of disbelief. "Sun Yang has been pushed up to the front line! This is the first time this has happened in an official match. Holding a three-goal lead and still not letting up, Dortmund is determined to bleed their arch-rivals dry in this Ruhr derby!"

Tao Wei nodded repeatedly, saying, "Faced with Schalke 04's ruthless logging tactics in the second half, Dortmund didn't back down. They directly challenged Sun Yang, who had the highest football IQ and the most accurate passing, right in the face of the opposing center-back. It's like pushing a heavy artillery piece to the enemy's trenches; it's too ruthless."

Westfalenstadion. The empty stands were devoid of spectators, and a cold wind swirled grass clippings around the sidelines.

But the atmosphere on the field was incredibly heated.

The match resumed, with Schalke 04 kicking off.

Physical exhaustion, coupled with the huge psychological blow of being three goals down, made Schalke players' passing extremely stiff.

Kenny had just controlled the ball on the right wing, and before he could even look up to observe his teammates' runs, Witsel had already pressed forward like a wall.

The Belgian midfielder made no hesitation, forcefully stepping his right foot in front of Kenny and using his physical advantage to knock him aside and precisely intercept the ball.

After intercepting the ball, Witsel made no adjustment and flicked it with the outside of his left foot.

The ball rolled straight along the grass toward Ashraf, who was making a high-speed run down the right flank.

The Moroccan speedster received the ball and immediately accelerated, speeding along the sideline.

Schalke's defense was thrown into disarray by this sudden counterattack. Oczipka and McKennie frantically moved sideways, desperately trying to block Ashraf's inside runs.

Achraf didn't choose to go through the defense. He caught a glimpse of the yellow and black figure in the middle out of the corner of his eye, subtly flicked his ankle, and sent the ball sweeping across the middle.

Sun Yang appeared like a ghost in the most fatal defensive gap.

This was his first touch of the ball after moving to the forward position.

Seeing this, Occhipka and McKennie immediately abandoned Ashraf and pounced on Sun Yang from both sides.

With his back to the goal, Sun Yang watched the ball roll towards him and gently tapped it with his right foot.

The ball changed its trajectory, perfectly bypassing the tackles of two defenders, and landed precisely at the feet of Ashraf, who continued his forward run down the right flank.

A brilliant two-on-two pass by crashing into the wall!

A single careless touch of the ball shattered Schalke's double-team.

Achraf dribbled into the right side of the penalty area, and instead of trying to score against the onrushing goalkeeper, calmly delivered a cutback pass.

Dahoud followed up in the middle and took a shot, but unfortunately, he was unlucky and the ball grazed the left post and went out of bounds.

"That's too fast!" Duan Xuan slammed his hand on the table excitedly. "Although Sun Yang is playing as a striker, look at his movement! He still completely controls the entire midfield and attack for Dortmund! Favre has moved the team's brain directly to the edge of the opponent's penalty area!"

Schalke goalkeeper Schubert went off the field to retrieve the ball, cursing under his breath.

Sun Yang took two steps back and stood on the outside of the penalty area arc, ready to defend.

Just then, a figure panting heavily pressed against him from behind.

It's Zelda.

The provocations in the players' tunnel during the first half were still fresh in his mind. This Schalke midfielder had been outmaneuvered by Sun Yang several times in the first half, and he had been harboring a deep resentment ever since.

Now, seeing Sun Yang run to the frontcourt, he completely abandoned the tactical plan and stuck to Sun Yang's back like a piece of chewing gum.

Heavy breaths sprayed onto his neck as Zelda slammed his chest against Sun Yang's back, spewing foul German profanities.

"You yellow-skinned brat, trying to relax on the forward line, huh?" He gritted his teeth and whispered fiercely in Sun Yang's ear, "You were lucky in the first half. If you dare touch the ball again, I'll break both your legs, ball and all!"

Sun Yang didn't even turn his head, just stared coldly at the front of the field.

Schalke's goalkeeper took the goal kick, sending a long ball towards midfield.

Witsel leaped high, outjumping the opposing striker Raman to head the ball forward.

The ball traced a parabola in mid-air and plummeted towards Sun Yang's location.

Zelda sneakily reached out from behind, grabbing the hem of Sun Yang's jersey with both hands and subtly thrusting his thighs and knees into Sun Yang's lower back, attempting to disrupt his balance.

Sun Yang's core muscles tensed suddenly, and his feet seemed rooted to the ground. No matter how hard Zelda charged at him from behind, his body didn't even budge.

The ball fell, and Sun Yang controlled it steadily with the instep of his right foot.

Zidane's muscle memory for the Marseille turn was automatically awakened, combined with Ronaldinho's ultimate ball control.

As Sun Yang stopped the ball, he feinted to the left, making a half-turning motion.

Zelda thought he was going to make a strong run down the left flank, so he quickly stepped forward to block him.

Just as he took that step, Sun Yang gently pulled the ball to the right with the inside of his right foot, forcefully twisting his body's center of gravity against the laws of physics, and easily brushed past Zelda on the right.

With that pull and turn, Zelda slipped and nearly fell headfirst onto the grass.

I've been made a fool of again!

This immense sense of humiliation, coupled with the rage resulting from physical exhaustion, completely extinguished the last thread of reason in Zelda's mind.

His eyes turned completely red.

Watching Sun Yang dribble forward, Zelda had no intention of chasing after the ball. He gritted his teeth and roared fiercely, taking two big strides and lifting his right foot high, revealing the cold, shiny silver steel studs on the sole of his shoe.

Then, he stomped down hard on Sun Yang's left ankle, which was supporting his foot, in a frenzied manner!

This is a despicable act that leads to a life of utter ruin.

Favre, standing on the sidelines, saw everything clearly. The old man was so frightened that he jumped up from the coaching bench, raising his hands and roaring wildly.

But the movement was too fast, and there was no time to stop it.

In the tiny moment before the sharp steel nail was about to strike Sun Yang's foot.

Alarm bells rang in Sun Yang's mind. Maldini's defensive anticipation skills were issuing an extremely dangerous warning at this moment.

His left foot instinctively pulled back half a foot's width to the side and rear.

It was just a slight deviation in this half of the foot.

Zelda's powerful kick grazed Sun Yang's socks and landed solidly on the hard grass without any obstruction.

Without any flesh or bones to cushion the impact, all of Zelda's downward weight was transferred to his ankle joint upon impact with the ground.

Click!

In the empty Westvalen stadium, the dull thud of dislocated bones was so clear it sent chills down one's spine.

Sun Yang's left foot accidentally touched Zelda's calf, causing him to stumble.

His mind works incredibly fast.

If the opponent uses such a dirty tackle, and the situation isn't blown out of proportion, the referee will likely just give a yellow card at most to smooth things over.

Taking advantage of the momentum from being tripped, Sun Yang fell heavily onto the grass. He clutched his left ankle, curled up like a cooked shrimp, and rolled around in pain on the grass.

The movements were so fluid, it was as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

On the other hand, Zelda crashed to the ground, clutching her right foot with both hands, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Visibly, a horrifying bulge quickly appeared on his right ankle, clearly indicating a severe ligament tear and bone dislocation.

Referee Aitkin's whistle rang out sharply as he sprinted toward the scene of the incident.

The players from both teams were all red-eyed, and they swarmed around each other from all directions like a tide, shoving each other violently with their chests, and the scene was filled with curses.

Aitkin blew his whistle frantically, and with great effort, managed to push apart the players who were about to engage in a brawl. He turned and waved wildly towards the sidelines, signaling for the medical team to come onto the field immediately.

Dortmund's team doctor, Schmidt, carrying a heavy medical kit, sprinted onto the field like a 100-meter dash and slid to his knees to kneel beside Sun Yang.

"Sun! Where does it hurt? Are your bones broken?" Schmidt was covered in cold sweat, his voice trembling, and he frantically tried to untie Sun Yang's shoelaces.