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

Haaland rushed over and grabbed Sun Yang's shoulder.

"Holy shit! You're a fucking monster!" Haaland roared in a gruff voice, spitting everywhere. "Those two tackles in the penalty area just now, I swear I heard your kneecaps cracking! You should be reporting to the autopsy room right after the game!"

Sun Yang pushed the heavy Nordic monster away expressionlessly, patted his basketball shorts, and stretched his legs slightly.

With the support of his systematic "Iron Legs" talent, coupled with the Peking Opera skills he had practiced since childhood, his knee joints felt only slightly warm, without any soreness. The terrifying backlash that would have torn apart an ordinary person's cruciate ligaments was perfectly absorbed by his talent mechanism.

Sun Yang adjusted his shin guards and raised an eyebrow at Haaland.

"Buddy, the show's not over yet."

On the sidelines, the fourth official held up an electronic sign indicating three minutes of added time.

Trailing by five goals, Schalke 04's players were like soulless zombies on the field. Forward Raman bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily, his unfocused eyes staring blankly at the grass. They were now just begging the referee to have mercy and blow that damned final whistle.

However, the Yellow and Black Legion had no intention of ceasing fire at all.

This is the Ruhr derby. To be merciful to your arch-rivals is to be cruel to yourself.

The second minute of stoppage time.

Dortmund midfielder Dahoud intercepted the ball in his own half, dribbled forward, and astutely spotted a defensive vacuum in the attacking third. With a flick of his right instep, he delivered a low, through ball.

The ball, like a sharp scalpel, ruthlessly tore through Schalke's riddled defense.

Sun Yang cut into the ball's trajectory like a ghost. This tireless machine carried the ball straight towards the edge of Schalke's penalty area.

Schalke's two center-backs, Todibo and Nastasic, panicked completely, retreating and tightening their defensive line. The two, one on the left and one on the right, used themselves as human shields, trying to block Sun Yang's breakthroughs and shooting angles.

Amidst the chaos of war.

Sun Yang stomped heavily on the left side of the ball with his left foot, sending grass debris flying.

The start was heavy. Todibo and Nastasic felt a chill run down their spines, thinking he was about to unleash a Batistuta-style powerful shot. They quickly turned to the side, instinctively putting their hands behind their backs to protect their vitals.

In the half-beat gap when the two defenders turned their heads to dodge.

Sun Yang didn't even use his right foot to shoot. His right leg ghost-like emerged from behind his left supporting leg, the inside of his right foot precisely scooping up the bottom of the ball, and then he suddenly pulled up with a powerful thrust of his arch.

A highly concealed rabona pass!

A feint, a real pass!

The ball was lobbed into an incredibly stylish half-high arc, soaring over the heads of the two center-backs and landing precisely in the huge gap on the other side of the penalty area.

"This view is absolutely amazing..." Assistant coach Terzic couldn't help but swear on the sidelines.

The lead time was too generous.

Haaland, lurking on the left flank, unleashed a full-power sprint, like a runaway Scandinavian heavy tank crushing the grass. The ball followed a sharp downward trajectory, moving at incredible speed.

During the sprint, Haaland was locked in a subtle struggle with Sane, who was tracking back, the two burly men tugging at each other's jerseys. Due to the explosive speed, as the ball plummeted downwards, both players overshot their markers.

The ball was heading straight for about half a meter behind them.

Sane glanced at the scene out of the corner of his eye, and his tense nerves immediately relaxed. He thought the attack had completely failed, so he simply slowed down and stopped.

But Haaland, clad in his yellow and black battle suit, has no concept of giving up.

The Norwegian center forward, sprinting at high speed, slammed his right foot on the grass and came to an abrupt stop! His massive, muscular body displayed an astonishing flexibility that seemed completely unrelated to a heavy center forward.

His upper body suddenly lunged forward, almost parallel to the grass. His left foot was firmly planted on the ground, and his long, thicker leg, defying the laws of physics, shot high up behind him!

The sole of the boot hooks backward!

Just like the legendary move in Chinese kung fu movies – the scorpion tail sweep!

The heel struck the falling ball precisely in mid-air.

boom!

The sound of exerting force is crisp and pleasant.

The ball deflected and changed direction strangely in the air, drawing a whimsical parabola, passing over the desperately outstretched fingertips of goalkeeper Schubert, and crashing into the far corner of the net!

The snow-white net churned violently!

6 is better than 0!

Dortmund's attacking duo displayed terrifying destructive power in the front three. A brilliant rabona assist was followed by a scorpion kick that could easily be nominated for the Puskás Award.

This series of moves forever cemented Schalke 04's defensive line as a symbol of derby shame.

Referee Aitkin glanced at his watch, deciding not to wait even for the final minute of added time. He put his whistle in his mouth and blew the final whistle—two short and one long one.

The crisp whistle echoed through the empty Westvall stadium.

This event, which should have been a fiery and exciting fan celebration, was instead turned into a Bundesliga tragedy destined to go down in history, despite being held behind closed doors.

Borussia Dortmund thrashed arch-rivals Schalke 04 6-0 on aggregate at home.

They crushed the other party's dignity with the cruelest methods.

The match had just ended, and Haaland, Sancho, and others were about to gather together to celebrate when Sun Yang turned around and stopped them.

"Brothers, follow me." Sun Yang pointed to the stands in the south.

The captain's armband was particularly eye-catching on his arm. The entire Dortmund team quickly assembled, lined up, and headed towards the famous South Stand under Sun Yang's leadership.

On a typical match day, this stadium would be packed with 25000 of the most fervent yellow and black fans, creating a deafening roar. But today, the stands are deserted, with only tens of thousands of cardboard cutouts of fans standing coldly in the seats.

Sun Yang stopped in front of the stands. He raised his arms high and led the applause for the silent cardboard signs.

Haaland, Brandt, and others also looked solemn, waving and clapping along with their captain towards the empty South Stand.

In this silent way, they expressed their gratitude to all the Hornets' die-hard fans who couldn't be there in person but were cheering for their team on television. The broadcast camera lingered on this moment for a long time, deeply moving and touching.

Then, the stadium's big screen quickly switched to the key statistics of the game.

Norwegian striker Erling Haaland scored a hat-trick.

England winger Jadon Sancho scored a goal.

The most terrifying data generator in the entire arena was that twenty-year-old Asian youth wearing the captain's armband.

Two goals.

Three assists.

The on-site announcer loudly announced through a loudspeaker that Sun Yang was the MVP of the game.

The evaluation is so high that it's outrageous.

In those ninety minutes, Sun Yang completed what can only be described as an abnormal positional rotation in professional matches. At the start, he played as a defensive midfielder to control the midfield and delivered deadly through balls; in the second half, he retreated to defend as a center-back and single-handedly blocked the opponent's continuous attacks; at the end, he pushed up to the front line and unleashed a series of divine punishments, using anticipation to dismantle the opponent's midfield core.

A free kick with a perfect curving motion, two consecutive pendulum dribbles leading to goals, and a rabona assist followed by a scorpion kick.

He was perfectly competent in all three central positions on the field.

This is a emotionless, absolutely precise tactical killing machine.

……

The post-match press conference hall.

Reporters wore masks and maintained social distancing according to pandemic regulations. A barrage of camera flashes was aimed at Dortmund's captain, who sat on the stage.

A blond German journalist from Kicker magazine, wearing black-rimmed glasses, grabbed the microphone, stood up, and threw out a highly provocative question.

"Sun Yang! You used the pendulum dribble twice in a row! Did you learn it from a video?"

He leaned forward, his tone extremely aggressive: "Schalke coach Kramer just flew into a rage in the players' tunnel, accusing Dortmund of making you fight tooth and nail just to humiliate your opponents! Are you risking your career for attention? You used those suicidal dribbling moves twice in a row—did you schedule an MRI with the team doctor? Can your cruciate ligament hold up until the next game?"

Before Sun Yang could answer, the male reporter sneered and pressed on, "Furthermore, after the match, you actually led the entire team in applauding and thanking the crowd in front of an empty stands! Wasn't that a carefully orchestrated show? Who exactly were you demonstrating your captain's authority to?"