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

The referee team at the front of the tunnel began leading the players from both sides onto the field.

CCTV Sports Channel broadcast studio.

Commentator Duan Xuan and guest Tao Wei were sitting in front of the microphone, speaking much faster than usual.

"Good morning, football fans! This strong cup of tea is well-deserved. Welcome to the 28th round of the 2019-2020 Bundesliga season. Borussia Dortmund hosts Bayern Munich in the Der Klassiker!"

Duan Xuan's voice was brimming with barely concealed excitement, "This match will directly determine who wins the salad box this year. If Dortmund wins, they'll immediately catch up in points!"

"No problem," Tao Wei replied. "The biggest highlight today is our young Chinese player, Sun Yang. This is his toughest match since joining the Bundesliga. Whether he can withstand the iron-willed midfield of the Bavarian giants is crucial to Dortmund's survival."

The scene cuts back to the scene.

Referee Stiller stood in the center circle, glanced at his watch, and blew his whistle sharply.

A crisp, long whistle pierced the cold rain over the empty stadium.

Borussia Dortmund kicked off first.

Haaland flicked the ball with the instep of his foot to Brandt behind him. The Norwegian lad didn't even turn around, swinging his long legs and sprinting into Bayern's heart of the defense at full speed, like a wild bear that had smelled blood.

Brandt didn't stop the ball to adjust; he flicked his ankle and passed it across the middle to find Sun Yang.

Sun Yang had just taken two big steps toward the ball when a suffocating sense of pressure rushed toward him from the front.

too fast.

Bayern's high-pressing system didn't require any shouting from the coach. Just ten seconds into the game, defensive midfielder Kimmich, like a mad pit bull, pounced on Sun Yang, skimming along the grass. He didn't even look at the ball, putting all his weight on Sun Yang's shoulder, clearly intending to use a strong physical collision to set rules for this Asian playmaker from the very first move.

At the same moment, Goretzka on the left took a long stride and pressed forward simultaneously. The two German muscle towers, like a hydraulic clamp, quickly closed in on Sun Yang.

Flick stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed, his tactical intentions crystal clear. He wanted to use the most unreasonable physical battle at the start to directly strangle Dortmund's brain.

In the live stream room.

Duan Xuan raised his voice: "Bayern are pressing high! Their pressing is too aggressive! Sun Yang's position to receive the ball is completely blocked, Goretzka is practically face-to-face with him!"

On the field.

Sun Yang had already spotted the blind spot where the two were attacking from the corner of his eye.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, completely abandoning the conventional approach of stopping and protecting the ball. When the ball rolled to within a meter of him, Sun Yang slammed his right foot on the ball and, using the slippery surface of the rain-soaked turf, pulled it backward with force.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned his upper body to the left in an exaggerated shoulder drop.

Zidane personally taught him the importance of using deceptive feints to manipulate the center of gravity.

Kimmich's defensive instincts were sharp; alarm bells rang in his mind, and he immediately judged that Sun Yang was going to make a strong run down the left flank. Without hesitation, he extended most of his right leg, determined to bring Sun Yang and the ball down together.

Just as Kimmich shifted his center of gravity and his legs inevitably parted wide due to the exertion of force, he...

Sun Yang used his left ankle to pull back and lightly tapped the ball against the side.

The ball changed its trajectory strangely, skimming the slippery grass and slipping between Kimmich's spread legs.

Wearing a crotch.

Within a second of the ball passing by, Sun Yang's thigh muscles bulged, and before Goretzka's tank-like body could crash into him from the left, he twisted to the side, like a fish forcefully gliding through the gap between the two.

There was not a single unnecessary delay.

Kimmich, whose legs had been pierced, completely lost his balance on the slippery grass, his knee hitting the ground hard, and watched helplessly as the figure in the yellow and black jersey number 29 disappeared into the distance.

After breaking through this encirclement, a vast open space suddenly opened up before Sun Yang's eyes.

His left index finger pointed decisively to the right flank. There, Ashraf was speeding forward with lightning speed. With a deft flick of the inside of his right foot, he delivered a long, medium-length pass with a sharp downward arc, accurately tearing through the rain.

"Great shot! Sun Yang's breakaway was brilliant! He found Ashraf on the right wing!" Tao Wei shouted into the microphone.

Achraf Hakimi controlled the ball on the right wing and collided with Alphonso Davies as he looked up.

The Bundesliga's fastest full-backs engaged in a high-speed chase right on the sideline. The two players were shoulder to shoulder, purely testing their absolute speed.

Achraf Hakimi bravely dribbled near the byline, risking sliding out of bounds, before forcefully crossing the ball.

In the center of the penalty area, Haaland took off like a bomber, savagely overpowering veteran Boateng in mid-air and slamming his forehead into the ball.

Bang! The ball hit the ball with tremendous force and weight.

Neuer remained calm under pressure, displaying the reflexes of a world-class goalkeeper. With a single arm raised like an iron gate, he forcefully deflected the cannonball over the crossbar.

Corner kick.

Just thirty seconds into the game, Dortmund, through Sun Yang's individual efforts, forcefully shattered Bayern's top-level pressing formation, delivering a fatal blow.

Flick's face immediately darkened as he stood at the edge of the command area.

He swung his right arm wildly, shouting hoarsely at the players on the field: "Don't give him even the slightest space to accelerate! The moment he gets the ball, stick to him like glue!"

Bayern Munich's top-notch machine is extremely quick at self-correcting.

For the next ten minutes, the midfield descended into a quagmire of brutal fighting. Referee Stiller's whistles became increasingly frequent, and players from both sides tumbled and fell repeatedly in the scramble for the ball, the tension reaching a fever pitch.

Seeing that they couldn't break through the middle, Bayern decisively turned their attack to the left flank.

In the twelfth minute, Davies dribbled down the left flank and suddenly cut inside, passing the ball to Müller, who had dropped back to receive it.

As the Bundesliga's most elusive "space reader," Müller didn't even look up before keenly spotting the blind spot behind veteran Piszczek, who was slightly slow to turn, and delivered a surgical through ball that sliced ​​right through Dortmund's defenses.

Lewandowski appeared like a ghost at the ball's landing point. He skillfully used his back to shield Akanji, then turned and unleashed a powerful shot.

boom.

The ball slammed heavily against the near post with a sharp whistle, bouncing back into play with a loud thud.

Goalkeeper Bürki felt like his feet were made of lead, standing frozen in place, panting heavily, his heart pounding in his throat.

"That was close! Lewandowski's shooting instinct is amazing!" Duan Xuan wiped his forehead.

Possession of the ball changed hands quickly.

Hummels won the second ball and cleared it with a long kick, sending the ball towards midfield.

The match has reached the 15th minute.

The ball plummeted from the sky. Sun Yang landed perfectly just below the point of impact, slightly to the left of the center circle.

Before he could even turn around, a fierce and unparalleled impact force came from his latissimus dorsi muscles.

Goretzka arrived. The burly German man slammed his broad chest against Sun Yang's shoulder blade from behind, his thighs pressed tightly against Sun Yang, subtly exerting force.

The ball continued to fall. Sun Yang gritted his teeth, raising his right leg high in preparation for a stop and dribble.

But right in front of him, Kimmich, panting heavily, charged at him like a starving wolf. This time, he didn't even look at the ball in mid-air; his gaze was fixed on Sun Yang's left leg, which was supporting his weight, and he launched a low, sliding tackle.

One lunges forward, the other shovels down with his shoe sole exposed.

This is Bayern's most ruthless treatment of their top-tier threat.

On the Dortmund bench, several young players jumped up in surprise.

In the blink of an eye.

Sun Yang's mental radar was buzzing, and he captured the deadly trajectory of Kimmich's spikes with unparalleled clarity.

Want my legs?

A ruthless smirk appeared on Sun Yang's lips. He had no intention of dodging or retracting his foot.

Just as the ball was falling to knee height, Sun Yang suddenly flicked his right foot upwards with the outside of his foot.

The ball was lifted half a meter high, narrowly missing Kimmich's exposed studs.

But it's not over yet.

Goretzka suddenly exerted force from behind, subtly pressing his bent knee against Sun Yang's hamstring.

This combination of moves would have caused any thin midfielder in the league to lose their balance and fall awkwardly onto the muddy grass.

But Sun Yang only felt a slight pain in his leg. The system's [Iron Leg] talent's 50% damage reduction passive activated instantly. Combined with the powerful core balance enhancement, Sun Yang managed to lock his right ankle even as he staggered forward.

Incredibly, he used the momentum from Goretzka's shove to twist his entire body in mid-air.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, penetrating Bayern's layered defense.

Boateng's slow turn created a huge gap on his side, which was magnified infinitely in my retina.

The left hand points the way to start.

The talent of "point and shoot" has been fully unleashed.

With his body not yet fully on the ground in a semi-turned, extreme position, Sun Yang thrust his right instep towards the still-on-the-ground ball with tremendous force.

boom.

A crisp sound, deeper and more resonant than thunder, rang out. The force exerted was incredibly powerful.

The ball transformed into a white lightning bolt, skimming the slippery grass. Like the sharpest scalpel, it ruthlessly cleaved through Bayern Munich's proud steel defense with a tearing, all-encompassing force.

Veteran Boateng was noticeably a beat slow on the uptake. By the time he hurriedly shifted his weight, a massive, yellow-black figure had already swept past him like an out-of-control truck, whipping up bits of grass.

Haaland.

The Norwegian striker perfectly beat the offside trap. Without even adjusting, he took a long stride forward, dribbling the ball and leaving all his pursuers behind.

To get straight to the point.

In the empty Westvall stadium, it was as if even the raindrops had stopped, and all eyes were drawn to the sprinting figure of number 17.

Allianz goalkeeper Neuer's perpetually icy expression finally cracked. Instead of sitting idly on the goal line, he decisively abandoned his post and sprinted towards the edge of the penalty area with unimaginable explosiveness.

Haaland makes a wild run.

Neuer went all out.

The distance between the two behemoths rapidly shortened on the grass.

A life-or-death clash between violent aesthetics and steely nerves is about to explode on this damp grass.