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

boom!

A muffled, deafening roar, like a cannonball exploding, erupted at the top of the arc. The water on the grass was sent flying in all directions by the force of the impact.

An unreasonable, low-spinning shot erupted. The ball, without any spin in mid-air, was propelled by an terrifying initial velocity, like a cruise missile hurtling along the ground, heading straight for the goal.

Kimmich, who had fallen to the ground, instinctively tried to duck to avoid the ball, but it was already hurtling towards him.

The distance was so close, and the ball's speed was defying logic. Kimmich only had time to tilt his head half an inch before the ball, with a terrifying whoosh, grazed his nose.

The physical friction from high-speed flight caused a string of glaring blood droplets to fly through the air the instant it brushed against the nasal cavity.

The powerful shot, originally aimed at the bottom right corner of the goal, deflected strangely after hitting Kimmich's nose, soaring high into the air and pointing directly at the top of the goal.

Neuer, the German goalkeeper on the goal line, had already anticipated Sun Yang's move and shifted to the right. Faced with this physics-defying mid-air trajectory change, Neuer displayed reflexes beyond human limits.

His massive body twisted into an exaggerated arc in mid-air, his left arm stretching upwards with all its might. His heavily gloved fingertips barely grazed the bottom of the ball.

It was this tiny bit of lifting force that forcibly raised the ball's trajectory by half an inch.

Bang!

The metal goalposts clanged with a sickening thud. The ball slammed against the underside of the crossbar, bouncing with tremendous force back towards the penalty spot in the box.

Neuer crashed heavily into the net, sprawled out on his back, completely unable to make a second save.

Just as Bayern's two center-backs, Boateng and Alaba, were about to jump to clear the ball, a crucial moment arrived.

A towering figure, exuding an overwhelming aura, like a apex predator on the grasslands that has caught the scent of blood, leaped up and aggressively positioned itself right between the two defenders.

It's Haaland!

This Norwegian striker's off-the-ball movement instincts have been honed into absolute muscle memory this season. The moment Sun Yang took a shot from the edge of the box, he had already begun ignoring the defense and sprinting towards the goal.

As the ball bounced back and fell, Haaland had no intention of letting it hit the ground. He swung his left leg, which was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, and stretched his massive body to its limit in mid-air, controlling the ball's landing point and completing an incredibly powerful volley.

boom!

The ball transformed into a white flash, sending a long, breathtaking spray of water up Bayern's net.

2 is better than 1!

Just before halftime, Dortmund broke through Bayern's defense and took the lead again!

After scoring, Haaland was like a wild beast unleashed, sprinting towards the corner flag, leaping high, and delivering a powerful punch to the air.

Sun Yang strode over. The two didn't have any fancy celebrations in the corner flag area, just a strong high five, then they opened their arms, bumped into each other, and hugged tightly.

The Black and Yellow Army's flames of revenge completely ignited the empty stadium.

At the edge of the penalty area, the terrible price was becoming apparent. Kimmich covered his face with his hands, writhing in agony in the mud. Blood gushed uncontrollably from between his fingers, quickly staining the green grass with a shocking red hue within seconds.

The powerful graze from that artillery strike tore through the delicate capillaries in Kimmich's nasal cavity and even damaged his bones.

Referee Stiller immediately stopped the game, ran over, glanced at the scene, and then turned to blow his whistle repeatedly towards Bayern's bench.

Bayern Munich's team doctor rushed onto the field with a first-aid kit and tried to plug Kimmich's nostrils with a medical hemostatic sponge. But it was to no avail; the thick blood completely soaked through the sponge in seconds.

"It's not stopping! There's definitely a minor fracture in his nasal bridge, he can't breathe!" The team doctor, his hands covered in blood, yelled at Flick on the sidelines, "Substitution! We have to substitute him immediately!"

On the sidelines, Flick kicked a water bottle ten meters away, splashing water all over the ground.

The match had only been going on forty minutes when the starting defensive midfielder, the absolute core of the team, was forced to leave the field with a serious injury. This was nothing short of a heavy blow to Bayern's well-organized tactical system.

With a livid face, Flick strode to the bench and pulled veteran Perisic to his feet.

"Warm up! Get ready to go on the field immediately. We're going straight for a three-midfield attacking strategy!" Flick gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "There's no turning back today. Even if it's a close call in the second half, we have to bring the score back!"

The fourth official held up the electronic sign indicating a substitution, his face expressionless.

Perisic (No. 14) is on, Kimmich (No. 32) is off.

Supported by two team doctors on either side, Kimmich walked off the field, his hand on a blood-soaked towel. As he passed Dortmund's half, he stopped, his bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at Sun Yang.

Sun Yang stood in the rain, meeting his gaze expressionlessly, not even lifting an eyelid. This kind of intimidation achieved through physical confrontation was more effective than a hundred words of trash talk exchanged on the field.

In the final minutes of the first half, both sides tore each other apart amidst mud, pain, and exhaustion, but the scoreboard remained unchanged.

"Beep—beep beep!"

Stiller blew the whistle to end the first half.

In the players' tunnel, the players from both teams walked back together, the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point, no one was talking, and even eye contact was fraught with tension, as they each went back to their locker rooms.

Inside the Borussia Dortmund locker room.

The air, a mixture of mud, sweat, and the strong smell of muscle patches, felt unusually hot.

Head coach Favre stood in front of the tactics board, drawing circles on it with a black pen.

"Fuck you, lads!" Favre, abandoning his usual refined demeanor, spoke with barely concealed excitement. "Bayern were forced to substitute Kimmich, and their midfield defensive intensity dropped by at least one level. Listen, in the second half they'll definitely come out like mad dogs, going all out."

Assistant coach Terzic clapped enthusiastically and nodded in agreement.

"Sun, how does your right leg feel?" Favre turned to stare at the core commander sitting on the bench.

The team doctor is helping Sun Yang untie the old bandage that has been stained red with blood and wrap it with a tighter protective layer.

"Great. As long as they dare to leave space in the second half, I can outrun them." Sun Yang tilted his head back and downed a large bottle of electrolyte drink in one gulp.

"Good!" Favre slammed his pen on the tactics board. "In the second half, we'll drop back and solidify our defense, then exploit the gaps behind their high balls. If Bayern wants to go toe-to-toe with attacks, we'll use our speed, your two legs, to completely wear down this German machine until it's totaled!"

In the Bayern Munich locker room, separated by only a wall, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the calm before a storm.

Flick stood in the center with his arms crossed and a cold face, his gaze sweeping over each player's mud-covered face like a knife.

This national derby has transformed from an ordinary league match into a fierce battle for survival, a fight for Bundesliga title and a matter of national pride.

Inside the broadcast booth, commentator Duan Xuan's voice, slightly hoarse with excitement, echoed in the ears of countless fans:

"The first half was a visual feast, like a clash of titans! Both sides gave it their all, paying a heavy price with bloodshed and substitutions. Dortmund, thanks to outstanding performances from Sun Yang and Haaland, held on for a 2-1 lead until halftime."

"Take a short break, but don't go away! We'll bring you the second half, the ultimate battle to decide the Bundesliga title!"