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

The instant the whistle blew, Haaland abruptly broke free from Sun Yang's arm.

The giant Nordic bear roars to the sky in the torrential rain, its massive fist slamming heavily onto the Hornets emblem on its chest.

He sprinted towards the corner flag area, his knees slamming heavily onto the muddy grass, leaving deep water marks.

The entire Dortmund team swarmed forward like madmen, piling Haaland on top of them like a human pyramid.

hat trick.

He scored three goals against Bayern Munich in a single match.

In the broadcast studio, Duan Xuan's technical statistics papers were being flipped through with a rustling sound.

"Incredible! This German derby was absolutely insane! Haaland's hat-trick not only sealed the victory but also propelled his league goal tally to twenty-four!"

Let's take a look at the latest top scorers list!

"Polish striker Robert Lewandowski also scored twice today, bringing his personal goal tally to 28. It was initially thought that his chances of winning the Golden Boot were already sealed, but now Erling Haaland has narrowed the gap to just four goals! With six rounds remaining in the league, the Golden Boot race is reignited!"

His partner, Tao Wei, took a deep breath, his voice filled with barely suppressed shock.

"Not only the top scorers list, but the Bundesliga standings have also undergone a complete upheaval at this moment."

"Before the match, Bayern Munich led with 58 points, while Dortmund was close behind with 55 points."

"With these three points, Dortmund's points total also reaches 58, equaling Bayern Munich's!"

According to the Bundesliga ranking rules, in case of a tie in points, the overall goal difference will be compared first!

Tao Wei's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Since Sun Yang and Haaland took over as a pair during the winter transfer window, Borussia Dortmund has entered a slaughter mode in the second half of the season. Including this goal, Dortmund's total goal difference in the league this season has reached an astonishing 62!"

"And Bayern Munich, having suffered a heartbreaking away defeat, now remain with a goal difference of 55!"

"Borussia Dortmund holds a commanding seven-goal advantage!"

Duan Xuan could no longer suppress the passion in his chest and roared into the microphone.

"The Bundesliga throne has changed hands!"

"Borussia Dortmund, with their terrifying attacking firepower, have officially overtaken Bayern Munich to climb to the top of the Bundesliga standings!"

"They've once again dragged the Bavarian giants, who have dominated the Bundesliga for years, down from their pedestals!"

After the referee blew his whistle and awarded the goal, the game briefly resumed.

Bayern's morale has completely collapsed. Neuer stood on the goal line with his hands outstretched, sighing repeatedly. Müller stood in the center circle with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently. Lewandowski stood alone in the attacking third, his face ashen.

David Alaba, his legs feeling like lead, didn't even have the strength to make a symbolic charge.

Dortmund didn't press their advantage, calmly passing the ball around in their own half until the final seconds were up. Sun Yang secured possession on the flank and delivered a precise pass to Hummels in the backfield.

The referee glanced at the watch on his wrist.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Three short, powerful final whistles pierced the sky above Westphalia, which was shrouded in torrential rain.

competition is over.

Borussia Dortmund defeated Bayern Munich 5-3 at home, winning this crucial match that would determine the championship.

The moment the whistle blew, the Dortmund substitutes rushed onto the pitch with towels and energy drinks in hand.

Veteran Piszczek collapsed backward into the mud, completely exhausted, having no strength left to even stand.

Sun Yang, panting heavily, wiped the rain from his brow bone, stepped forward, pulled the old captain out of the mud, and gave the Polish veteran, who had risked his life to defend the entire game, a tight hug.

Near the center circle, Haaland, limping, bumped right into Lewandowski who was walking towards him.

Two generations of strikers met in the rain.

Without saying a word, Lewandowski ripped off his mud-covered Bayern number nine jersey and handed it to Haaland.

Haaland readily took off his yellow and black jersey and threw it over.

"Robert, a four-goal deficit isn't enough to keep you from sleeping soundly."

Haaland slung his Bayern jersey over his broad shoulders and grinned as he shouted.

"I'll take that little firepower for the remaining six league matches!"

Lewandowski wiped the rain off his face, his lips twitched, but he didn't reply. With a gloomy face, he walked straight to the players' tunnel.

Without the cheers of 80,000 fans, Westfalen felt exceptionally empty.

Sun Yang tightened the captain's armband on his arm, raised his right arm and whistled, gathering all the scattered teammates around him.

The whole team linked arms and lined up in a horizontal row.

"South Stand!"

Sun Yang pointed to the stadium's most famous, empty stands, his voice carrying a powerful resonance.

The entire Dortmund team, their legs weary, ran side by side toward the magnificent stands built of steel and concrete.

Ten meters in front of the stands, everyone stopped and faced the empty yellow seats in unison, raising their hands to applaud.

At the very moment the thank-you gesture was completed.

Outside the stadium's tall concrete walls, the sound of war drums, like thunder, suddenly resounded.

Those were thousands of die-hard fans who couldn't get into the stadium. They braved the torrential rain and waited outside for a full ninety minutes.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The dense drumbeats, accompanied by the rugged battle songs of thousands of men, forcefully penetrated the stadium walls and echoed above the grass.

Bang!

A blinding red flare pierced through the thick rain and exploded into a shower of fire over Westfall.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of dazzling fireworks soared into the sky outside, illuminating the gloomy rainy night as if it were daytime.

Even if they can't go to the stadium to watch the game, even if it's pouring rain, it can't extinguish the passion in the bones of the Ruhr fans.

The Dortmund players on the field looked up at the fire that exploded in the rainy night, and many of the young players had tears in their eyes.

Sun Yang pounded the team emblem on his chest and swung his fist towards the outside of the high wall.

"They've always been there," Sun Yang said softly, wiping his face.

"Yes, they're all here!" Harland echoed gruffly.

After thanking the crowd, the players walked arm in arm toward the players' tunnel, already discussing the pizza and hot showers to come.

Haaland had his arm around Sun Yang's shoulder, muttering to himself about how to position himself for easy baskets in the next round.

However, as soon as they stepped into the tunnel under the lights, Dortmund's sporting director Zorc and head coach Favre were already waiting there. Their expressions showed no sign of relief at winning the derby; instead, they were frighteningly heavy.

Zorc held a few sheets of fax paper in his hand, the edges of which were damp from the rain.

Seeing Sun Yang approach, Favre sighed heavily.

Zorc quickly stepped forward and spoke to the two of them.

"Those old men at UEFA sitting in their air-conditioned offices in Switzerland have just released the final document."

Zorc rubbed his temples, his face full of anger.

"The Champions League knockout stage, which was suspended for nearly three months, has been completely redesigned. The quarterfinals, semifinals, and finals have all been eliminated with two-legged home-and-away matches. All teams will be brought to Lisbon, Portugal, for a free-for-all tournament format, where each match will determine their fate!"

Favre added in a cold tone from the side.

"With the Bundesliga season ending at the end of June, the team won't have a chance to breathe. In early August, we'll be heading to the quagmire of Lisbon to play a no-holds-barred single-elimination match against one of the most ruthless giants in Europe!"