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

On June 6th, the 30th round of matches kicked off. Bayern Munich faced Bayer Leverkusen away from home.

The pharmaceutical company caused Bayern Munich a huge problem, but Bayern still managed to crush them 4-2 with their superior experience. Lewandowski scored a textbook header, bringing his league total to 31 goals.

Dortmund's top-of-the-table trial card has been confiscated again.

That evening, the Westfalenstadion hosted Hertha Berlin.

Dortmund cannot afford a draw if they want to retain the title. A draw would be tantamount to handing the salad plate to the Bavarians.

The air in the locker room felt thick and sticky at that moment.

Hertha Berlin, a mid-table team with no pressure to avoid relegation and no interest in European competition, is often the most prone to causing trouble.

Favre drew heavy red circles on the tactics board: "Hertha fielded a 5-4-1 formation, like a tortoise shell. They're clearly trying to park a double-decker bus in their own half. Be patient, use the width of the field to stretch the pitch. Son, the heavy firepower in the middle is your responsibility, take down this piece of junk."

Sun Yang bent down to tighten his shoelaces, stood up, and patted his jersey: "Don't worry, boss, give me the ball."

As the veteran coach predicted, Hertha Berlin shamelessly deployed their ultimate defensive wall. Ten players were packed tightly together at the edge of the penalty area, with even striker Piatek almost relegated to a center-back position.

In the first thirty minutes, Dortmund had an astonishing 70% possession, but all of their shots were just long-range attempts from outside the box.

Haaland was sandwiched between two burly men in the penalty area, looking like a Norwegian meat sandwich, and stomped his feet in frustration. Hertha's center-back Boyata, tall and strong, completely ignored Dortmund's passes and relied solely on brute force to push and shove.

The stalemate continued until the 40th minute.

Sun Yang received a ground ball from Witsel in the 30-meter danger zone.

Directly in front, Hertha's defensive midfielder Darida and another tall player formed a double-lock defense, blocking all passing and dribbling routes so tightly that not even a fly could get through.

Sun Yang planted his right foot firmly on the ball, and without warning, his body tilted dramatically to the left, while his left leg deceptively crossed over the ball.

The two opposing defenders instinctively shifted their weight to the left simultaneously in an attempt to block the shot.

The next second, a chilling scene unfolded. Sun Yang's body defied the laws of human inertia, rapidly and forcefully shifting to the right, his right foot slamming against the outside of his foot.

The power generation mechanism of the Great Luo Bell is back!

This self-destructive dribbling technique, which once destroyed an alien's knees, was executed with incredible fluidity and ferocity by Sun Yang, supported by his "iron legs."

Before Darida and his teammates could even stretch their legs, Sun Yang, like a yellow-black lightning bolt, had already swept past them through the half-meter-wide gap between them.

He faced center-back Boyata alone.

Boyata was terrified and completely disregarded Haaland behind him, taking a big step forward to block the gun with his broad body.

He had no idea that the Asian midfielder in front of him possessed a monstrous vision like a full-map radar.

Just as Boyata stepped out of the defensive zone, Sun Yang subtly poked forward with the toe of his right foot.

The ball rolled at high speed along the grass, precisely slipping between Boyata's spread legs. This humiliating nutmeg completely shattered the last line of defense of the ironclad formation.

Haaland, freed from his restraints, caught up with the ball in two steps and unleashed a powerful, unreasonable shot with his left foot.

The net looked like it was about to be smashed through. One to zero!

Favre, standing on the sidelines, clenched his fist and roared in fury. This seemingly impregnable steel bus had its chassis smashed by Sun Yang's sheer individual talent!

Haaland roared as he charged at Sun Yang, and the two gave each other a heavy high five.

"Only three captains left!" Harland roared.

In the second half, Hertha Berlin, trailing behind, could no longer afford to huddle in their defensive positions and were forced to push their formation forward. The Black and Yellows' counter-attacking prowess finally came to the fore.

In the 65th minute, Sun Yang successfully intercepted the ball in his own half.

The Wind Child's Speed ​​Talent is at full power.

His 10.07-second 100-meter dash transformed him into a high-speed train charging down the right flank. Hertha's full-back scrambled back in pursuit, but couldn't even catch up with the dust kicked up by him eating grass.

Sprinting all the way to the byline, Sun Yang didn't even need to look up; a precise cutback pass tore open the penalty area.

Haaland, understanding perfectly, arrived quickly and easily slotted the ball into the empty net.

2-0! Haaland scores twice, bringing his season goal tally to 29.

In stoppage time, Dortmund won a corner kick on the left side of the attacking third.

Sancho's high ball was punched out of the penalty area by the opposing goalkeeper in a panic.

The ball traced a high parabola in mid-air, falling straight down to a point 35 meters outside the penalty area arc.

Sun Yang stood at that landing point, with no one within three meters of him.

His eyes were fixed on the rapidly descending ball, with no intention of stopping it. His entire body stretched out and leaned backward, his left foot firmly planted in the grass like a steel nail.

A celestial being descends from the heavens, soaring through the air with ultimate power!

His right leg, like a lead-filled whip, swung through the air in a chilling crescent arc. Just as the ball reached knee height, the instep of his right foot precisely struck the point of impact.

boom!

Without any fancy spin or arc, the ball transformed into a cold-blooded cannonball, smashing straight into the absolute top right corner of the goal, even sending up a violent white wave around the net.

Three to zero! The final whistle blew.

In these two rounds of fierce battles for points, Borussia Dortmund not only secured all six points like tough guys, but also achieved a remarkable eight-goal difference.

After 30 rounds, Dortmund and Bayern Munich are tied with 64 points, but Dortmund sits atop the table with a superior goal difference, looking down on the rest of the team.

The competition is even fiercer on the top scorers list: Haaland has 29 goals, and Lewandowski has 31.

Just two goals short! But there are still four rounds left in the league.

In the Westfalen locker room, all the players were gulping down energy drinks.

Favre pushed open the door, slammed his marker on the tactical board, and shouted, "Stop, guys!"

The locker room quieted down.

A rare sly smile appeared on Favre's face: "Well done, lads! Now, this damn schedule finally gives us a whole week to breathe. But guess what? Those beer-drinking guys in Bavaria aren't so lucky."

He pointed to the densely packed schedule on the wall: "Four days later, Bayern will play the German Cup semi-final, battling those tough opponents from Frankfurt for a place in the final. They'll have to fight on two fronts!"

A burst of unrestrained laughter immediately erupted in the locker room, mixed with mocking whistles.

Sun Yang leaned against his wardrobe, swallowing the last sip of water. Bayern faced a two-front war, and their stamina was definitely starting to give way. If Dortmund won all four remaining league matches, even if Bayern won by two goals in each game, they wouldn't be able to touch the salad plate.

the other side.

At the same time, at the Seberner Straße training ground in Munich.

It was completely dark, and only a faint blue light flickered in the empty tactical conference room.

Lewandowski leaned back in his chair, while a huge screen on the wall played a frame-by-frame replay of the Dortmund match that had just ended.

Haaland's beastly brace, Sun Yang's devastating knee-crushing strike, and the final, brutally beautiful volley.

The Polish striker's face turned ashen, and his long, slender fingers unconsciously squeezed the plastic water bottle in his hand, shattering it and splashing water all over the ground.

Only two goals. That Nordic behemoth, fed on biscuits, is just two steps away from its throne.

The door to the tactics room was pushed open, and Bayern Munich coach Hansi Flick strode in with a dark expression.

"Robert, stop watching and go take a shower and rest. We need you to be at your best for the German Cup in four days."

Lewandowski remained seated and motionless, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

His gaze was fixed on the screen, on the young Asian captain, number 29, who was being celebrated in Haaland's arms.

In the empty room, Lewandowski's voice was filled with deep-seated envy and longing: "Coach, that kid from Dortmund named Sun Yang... does his passing have a scope, like he's using a full-map cheat? Can't we just poach him from Bayern? I really want a 'playmaking machine' like that."