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

Heavy rain pounded on the empty Westvall stadium.

Two-on-two in the frontcourt.

This is a head-on clash between offense and defense, and the most direct collision that will determine the fate of both teams this season.

Bayern Munich's all-out attacking strategy in their attempt to equalize finally came at a terrible cost. Their vast backfield was now completely exposed to the torrential rain, leaving only David Alaba and Jerome Boateng as lone defenders.

Sun Yang dribbled the ball at breakneck speed, mud and water splashing to both sides along the studs of his shoes as he exerted force.

Haaland sprinted down the middle, his eyes fixed on Bayern's goal, looking like a Nordic beast that had broken free of its chains.

Alaba decisively stopped his retreating steps, turned halfway to face Sun Yang head-on. This top defender did not blindly rush in, but instead lowered his center of gravity to the lowest point, put his hands behind his back to prevent handball, and kept his hawk-like eyes fixed on the ball at Sun Yang's feet.

On the other side, the experienced Boateng completely abandoned his defensive duties against the ball carrier. His massive body, like a black iron tower, forcefully blocked Haaland's path, constantly using his broad shoulders and concealed elbows to try and cut off Dortmund's most terrifying pass connection.

In front of Bayern Munich's goal, German national team goalkeeper Manuel Neuer roared at the top of his lungs.

"David! Get inside! Force him out!"

"Jerome! Stick close to that big guy! Don't give him any space to move!"

Before the shout had even faded, Neuer decisively rushed out of his goal. His massive frame pressed to the edge of the six-yard box, ready to defend against a one-on-one opportunity.

Facing Alaba's textbook positioning and defense, Sun Yang began to adjust his footwork.

The distance between the two shortened rapidly in the wind and rain.

three meters.

Two meters.

Sun Yang, who was advancing at high speed, suddenly slammed his upper body to the left and used the inside of his right foot to flick the ball back towards the center.

He feinted with his shoulders down. This set of feints was ingrained in Sun Yang's bones; the movements were exaggerated, and the deception of his center of gravity was maximized.

But Alaba didn't fall for the feint. He resolutely carried out Neuer's instructions, his feet rooted to the spot, completely giving up the outer baseline corridor to Sun Yang, his entire body sideways to block the path to the goal.

What is the iron gate of a top-tier luxury family? This is it.

But Sun Yang doesn't play by the rules at all.

He forcefully pulled his left shoulder back up from its slump and then unleashed a powerful punch to the bottom of the ball with his right toe.

The ball skipped across the surface of the water, skimming the mud as it burrowed deep into Bayern's penalty area from Alaba's right side.

At the same moment that Alaba was about to turn around and block the position.

Sun Yang's "Speed ​​of the Wind Child Caniggia" talent was like a ferocious beast awakening, fully activated.

An utterly unreasonable push-back sensation exploded beneath Sun Yang's feet. On this swampy field, where the struggle had lasted for a full eighty-eight minutes and even the air smelled of blood, his legs moved so fast they were almost blurry.

Instead of chasing the ball from the right side, he went directly around Alaba's left outside.

The ball and the player have passed each other!

Pure speed racing, overtaking on the outside and winning!

Alaba felt a gust of wind brush past his ears. By the time he turned around in a disheveled state and started to chase after him, the yellow and black figure of number twenty-nine had already mercilessly pulled ahead by a full two body lengths.

This isn't just the stamina from playing for ninety minutes; it's like a heavy-duty supercar launching from a launchpad!

Sun Yang made a powerful overtake with a splash, and locked the ball back under his feet before the baseline.

Neuer no longer hesitated. He spread his long arms and slid across the puddles of grass, diving to block the shooting angle at the near post, risking everything.

Alaba, his eyes reddening, relentlessly pursued, preparing to shovel.

Less than half a meter from the finish line, Sun Yang, who was sprinting at high speed, suddenly twisted his right foot and left his left foot, which left a terrifying crater in the mud. He completed a violent emergency stop as if defying the laws of physics.

Losing his balance, Alaba slid out of bounds with tremendous momentum and landed flat on his back in a puddle outside the court.

Sun Yang avoided all pressure. At this moment, he was almost at a zero-angle position.

Without looking at the goal, he precisely brushed the inside of his right foot onto the slippery bottom of the ball.

It wasn't a powerful shot, but a light and effortless lob pass.

The ball sailed over Neuer's desperately outstretched fingertips, tracing a rainbow-colored parabola carrying the aura of death under the stormy night sky, soaring over most of the crossbar, and crashing into the far post like a cruise missile.

There, the battle between Haaland and Boateng has reached a fever pitch.

The two players were pulling at each other's jerseys in the mud, with Boateng even pinching Haaland's waist and abdomen until they bled.

As the ball plummeted, Haaland went into a frenzy, completely ignoring the reopened wound on his calf, and his powerful body lunged forward with a sliding tackle to meet the ball.

Boateng also left no way out, throwing his massive body sideways and sliding across the grass.

The two giant beasts fell to the ground simultaneously, their long legs, with bulging veins, tragically crossing in mid-air as they kicked at the falling ball.

boom!

A dull, sickening thud as the ball was struck abruptly ripped through the rain.

The ball, carrying unparalleled momentum, smashed through the raindrops inside the net, sending the white net flying high into the air.

Goal!

Dortmund 5-3!

The vast Westphalian stadium was completely empty, but when that bloody goal slammed into the net, the sheer power of it sent shivers down the spines of all the fans who stayed up all night to watch the game.

Beep!

The referee's whistle blew immediately afterward. But instead of pointing to the center circle to signal that the goal was valid, he pressed his earpiece with one hand, frowned, and waited for the VAR video assistant referee to make the final verification to see if the goal was offside or a foul.

Sidelines.

Favre and his assistant coach had lost all composure, clinging to each other and hysterically waving their fists under the awning.

On the other side, Bayern Munich coach Hansi Flick covered his face, turned around and walked back to the bench without saying a word. The game was over; with only three minutes of stoppage time remaining, even a miracle couldn't save the two-goal deficit.

But who should score this goal? This will directly determine the competition for the Bundesliga top scorer title!

The pace of the action in the penalty area was so fast that it was impossible to tell with the naked eye whether it was Haaland's winning goal or Boateng's own goal.

Haaland scrambled out of the mud, charged toward the referee, pounded his chest with a loud thud, and roared that it was his goal.

Sun Yang rushed forward, grabbed the Nordic behemoth by the neck, and forcibly dragged him back, signaling him not to get a yellow card and to calmly await the verdict. The two exchanged a glance, their chests heaving, awaiting their fate.

On the big screen, the video began to play back frame by frame.

Inside the live stream room.

Duan Xuan's voice had long since cracked from shouting.

"Director, quickly show us slow motion! Who touched the ball?! This is crucial for Haaland!"

"Slow down! We saw it! We saw it! The moment the ball fell, it was Haaland! Haaland's left studs touched the ball's surface first! Boateng's clearance was a fraction of a second later!"

"No offside! No foul whatsoever!"

With the irrefutable evidence presented on the broadcast, the referee also heard the final confirmation from the VAR room through his headset.

Beep!

A long whistle pierced the rainy night. The referee pointed straight to the center circle with one arm.

Goal! A goal by Erling Haaland!

"Goal!! An undisputed last-minute winner!! The goal stands!!" Duan Xuan went completely wild in the live broadcast room, his excited shouts even causing the microphone to crackle with static. "Haaland!! A bloody hat-trick!! He carried Boateng and smashed the ball into Bayern's goal!"

Teammate Tao Wei cheered excitedly: "Incredible pass! Incredible vision! Sun Yang completed the most lethal connection against Haaland in an almost dead-end alley!"