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

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

The referee blew the opening whistle.

The rain didn't stop; instead, it intensified. The empty Westvall stadium was devoid of spectators; only the dull thud of the ball hitting puddles and the players' shouts, laced with profanity, could be heard.

Bayern Munich pushed their formation across the halfway line at the start of the second half. This century-old powerhouse has no concept of retreat, even when they are behind, even when they are missing their midfield maestro.

Flick stood on the sidelines in the rain, like an enraged lion: "Push forward! Coman, Gnabry, attack down both flanks! Do everything you can to get that damn ball into the box!"

The tactics were brutal; they used pure high-pressing to try and devour Dortmund alive.

Less than five minutes into the game, Bayern Munich gave Dortmund's defense two solid lessons.

Koeman, on the left flank, used fifth gear to force his way down the line, and delivered a low cross that tore through the defense. Lewandowski, inside the penalty area, held off Akanji, turned halfway, and unleashed a brutal volley at the ball. His aim was perfect; the ball flew like a cannonball, skimming the slippery grass towards the far corner.

Goalkeeper Bürki was on edge, anticipating the ball's movement and diving to his feet to deftly tip the ball out of bounds.

The corner kick was then taken.

Hummels fought his way through the chaos to win the first header, heading the ball out of the penalty area. But Gnabry, lurking outside, was unstoppable, unleashing a powerful shot straight at the loose ball. The ball pierced through a dense field of thighs, heading straight for the center of the goal.

Bürki roared and slammed the ball out of bounds with both fists.

After two consecutive high-intensity, clutch saves, Bürki excitedly slammed his fist on the muddy grass, roaring, "Defend like this! Mark them tightly!"

During internal training, he had already developed muscle memory from being tortured by those two monsters, Sun Yang and Haaland, so his condition today was as if he had divine assistance.

Sun Yang assessed the situation on the court and decisively retreated to a lower position.

He and Delaney stood side by side in the area thirty meters in front of the penalty area line, using their powerful physique and running area to forge the first line of defense.

Bayern's ground passing lanes in the midfield and attacking third were forcibly cut off by these two reckless defensive midfielders.

Forty-eighth minute. Bayern's attacks have been relentless, and their defense has unknowingly crossed the midfield line.

Alphonso Davies, relying on his absolute speed comparable to that of a track and field athlete, frequently made forward runs to participate in the attack.

Müller delivered a subtle through ball from the center. Delaney made a decisive sliding tackle, and the ball rolled quickly to the right.

Sun Yang takes a step forward to meet the ball.

Pirlo uses his spatial vision to activate!

My mind seemed to automatically switch to an aerial map, with the entire stadium's positioning clearly visible. Bayern's right half was completely empty; after Davies' forward run, he left behind a vast open space of over forty meters.

run!

Brandt on the left wing understood immediately and began sprinting along the sideline through the mud.

Sun Yang flicked the ball with his right foot at the bottom.

Pirlo's long pass from the backfield triggers a play!

The football soared into the air, spinning powerfully, and covered a terrifying fifty meters in the pouring rain before striking Brandt with perfect accuracy right in front of his sprinting path.

This long pass was calculated with an advance of even 0.1 seconds. The player arrived just as the ball landed.

"Back up! Damn it, back up right now!"

Davis turned around and chased back desperately. Alaba, seeing the situation was bad, quickly moved laterally from the middle to cover for him.

Brandt had no intention of slowing down or stopping the ball. While sprinting, he swung the outside of his right foot and deftly flicked the ball towards the penalty area. The ball arced strangely through the air, sailing directly over Boateng's head.

The blind spot at the far post. Thorgan Hazard sped out like a light sports car, unleashing a powerful volley without hesitation at the point of impact.

Neuer roared, his massive body fully extended, and his fists forcefully blocked the powerful shot out of the penalty area.

The ball bounced high towards the penalty spot.

Haaland, carrying Pavard, followed up with a finishing blow, swinging his thick, long leg directly at the goal.

Bang!

The deafening metallic thud made your teeth ache. The ball slammed against the crossbar and bounced straight towards the outside of the penalty area's edge.

Bayern's defense had just begun to relax after a period of intense tension. Having dodged two fatal blows, luck seemed to be on their side.

But everyone forgot to keep an eye on the Eastern commander who delivered the first deadly long pass.

The moment Sun Yang delivered the long pass from the backcourt, Kante's perpetual motion machine was already running at full power.

He sprinted fifty meters, splashing through the water as he sped off. In just a few seconds, this yellow-black lightning bolt had already reached the third attack zone.

The ball bounced high from inside the penalty area towards his head.

No need to stop the ball to adjust.

Zidane's "Flying God" technique has been fully activated!

Sun Yang's right foot was firmly planted in the muddy grass like an iron stake. His entire body tilted to the left at an exaggerated, distorted angle that defied even ergonomics. His left thigh suddenly propelled his lower leg, and his instep stretched taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Facing the falling ball, he unleashed a volley that defied the laws of physics.

boom!

The terrifying explosion drowned out the torrential rain that was pouring down.

The ball tore through the rain, kicking up a long trail of white mist, and utterly defied all reason to sneak into the top right corner of the goal.

Neuer didn't even have time to raise his arm; he could only turn his head in despair, looking at the ball that was still spinning and rubbing against the net at high speed.

In the 50th minute, Dortmund extended their lead to 3-1.

On the sidelines, Favre excitedly waved his fists and shouted repeatedly. Sun Yang rushed towards the south stand, fell heavily to his knees, and slid more than five meters across the waterlogged grass.

Falling two goals down actually allowed Bayern Munich to completely shed all their burdens.

Flick stood on the sidelines, his voice nearly hoarse from shouting, gesturing wildly forward with both hands: "Go! All the full-backs go up and play as wingers! Attack!"

The century-old legacy of this powerhouse was on full display at this moment. This suffocating, high-pressure pressing made it very difficult for Dortmund to comfortably pass the ball through midfield.

The match is in its 58th minute.

Müller acted as a pivot in the attacking third, subtly setting up Goretzka for a run into the box. Goretzka, without hesitation, decisively crossed the ball.

Dortmund's penalty area instantly turned into a chaotic mess. Lewandowski displayed the terrifying core strength of the world's best center forward, stubbornly resisting the double-team of two center-backs, pulling and dragging them, inexplicably rising a head in mid-air, and forcefully sliding backward.

Perisic, lurking at the far post, arrived in a flash. Before veteran Piszczek could intervene, he went down and forcefully stretched out his leg to pok the ball into the goal.

3-2. Bayern quickly pulled one back.

The suspense was reignited, and the tension on the field intensified.

This kind of high-intensity sprinting and defense, like a meat grinder, quickly pushed Dortmund's players' stamina to the limit, with heavy breathing echoing in the rain.