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

The following morning, this number dominated sports headlines across Europe.

34 goals!

In just half a season! This 20-year-old Nordic behemoth has completely erased that terrifying goal difference and directly equaled Lewandowski's goal record for an entire season!

Behind this behemoth stands another 20-year-old Chinese-American prodigy, the Hornets' young captain, Sun Yang. He has already delivered an astonishing 27 assists, leading the assist charts by a commanding margin!

On June 18, Bayern Munich narrowly defeated Werder Bremen 1-0 away from home, a victory that put them on the brink of elimination.

Lewandowski, whose physical strength was pushed to the limit, was engaged in a physical battle throughout the match, and his goal tally remained at 34.

In the standings, Borussia Dortmund continues to dominate the top spot in the Bundesliga thanks to their overwhelming goal difference.

Late night, June 18. The spa at the Blakel training base.

The locker room was filled with the strong smell of liniment for bruises and sprains, mixed with the chill of ice.

Haaland, Sancho, Hummels, and other key players slumped in the huge ice bath, their faces as pale as paper, too weak to even lift their hands.

With thick pressure ice packs strapped to his muscular thighs, Haaland slapped the water's surface in frustration.

"Good heavens, these FA officials in their suits are treating us like livestock on an assembly line!" Haaland cursed in a rough voice. "We just played Mainz on the 18th, and on the 20th we have to go to Leipzig for an away game! Less than 48 hours in between! Damn it, my thigh is still cramping!"

Sancho leaned against the barrel, his eyelids drooping: "Be content, bro. Munich played an extra German Cup match. I heard Lewandowski had to be carried off the field by the team doctor today."

Haaland shook his head impatiently, then turned his gaze to the glass training room next door, which was lit up.

Sun Yang, wearing a training vest, was doing a steady 12-kilometer run on the treadmill to detoxify his body. His breathing was long and steady, his strong chest rose and fell rhythmically, and his forehead was covered with only a thin layer of sweat. He wasn't even panting.

The "Kant Perpetual Motion Machine Lungs" were pumping oxygenated blood into his body, and with the passive effect of his personal muscle recovery acceleration function, the lactic acid accumulated in his body was quickly broken down and eliminated.

"What is our captain made of?" Haaland pointed at the glass enclosure, his eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost. "He hasn't rested for a single second in these three games, averaging over thirteen kilometers per game! Does he have a nuclear battery inside him?!"

Veteran Witsel walked over with a towel, casually placing it on Haaland's head, and joked, "Give up, buddy. I've been to China, where the old men practice Tai Chi every morning. Easterners have a mysterious kind of qigong that protects them; they call it internal strength. You bunch of greenhorns shouldn't compete; just close your eyes and rest. Your opponent the day after tomorrow will be a monster."

In the tactical analysis room deep in the corridor, a different somber atmosphere prevailed.

Favre and Terzic stood side by side in front of the whiteboard. In the center of the whiteboard were the words "RB Leipzig" written in large letters.

Favre held the red pen and drew several large circles on it.

"RB Leipzig's young coach, Nagelsmann, has completely transformed this team into a pack of tireless, mad dogs." Favre frowned, his face serious. "They were eliminated from both the Champions League and the German Cup this season, but that has become their biggest trump card! Not having to compete on multiple fronts means that these young men's stamina is now terrifyingly abundant."

Terzic nodded in agreement: "Leipzig is currently third in the standings, and they desperately need three points to secure their Champions League spot. They will definitely fight tooth and nail against us at home."

Favre's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the number 29 dot on the tactical board, which represented Dortmund's midfield maestro.

"Nagelsmann will definitely target our lack of stamina, pressing high from the start to overwhelm our midfield. The key to victory lies with Sun Yang. As long as he can withstand their relentless pressure and get the ball out, Erling will have opportunities to score in the attacking third."

On the evening of June 20, dark clouds shrouded the RB Leipzig Arena.

Due to the control measures, the stands, which held over 40,000 people, were completely empty. Inside the stadium, only the crunching of cleats on the grass and the hoarse shouts from the coaches' bench could be heard, creating a vast and somber atmosphere.

In front of the home team's bench, head coach Julian Nagelsmann, dressed in a well-tailored bespoke suit, stood with his arms crossed. His shrewd, calculating eyes were fixed on the Dortmund players warming up in the center circle.

The assistant coach handed over the final tactical briefing.

Nagelsmann pointed precisely at the image of number 29 on the file, his voice cold:

"Tell Sabitzer and Kampl that as soon as the referee blows the whistle, push your defensive line back into their half! Dortmund's entire team is on the verge of collapse; they're at their last gasp!"

He turned to look at the assistant coach, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"Mark that Asian kid named Sun Yang closely! Ignore any defensive moves, if he dares to receive the ball, two or three of us immediately pounce on him! Use our bodies, use fouls, to disrupt his passing rhythm! Cut off his blood supply to that Norwegian up front; Dortmund is just a toothless skeleton!"

It was exactly 8 p.m.

The referee glanced at the time, took a deep breath, and blew the long whistle to start the match.

Beep!

The ball was kicked out by Haaland and then steadily passed back to Sun Yang, who was standing at the top of the center circle.

Just a fraction of a second after Sun Yang's foot touched the ball.

RB Leipzig's formation made no conventional probing; the ten Red Bull players on the field were like hungry wolves released from their cages, pressing forward like an overwhelming tidal wave!

Red Bull's infamous high-pressure, suffocating style is known throughout Europe, and they're a game-changer right from the start!

Sun Yang had just stepped on the ball and hadn't even had time to look up yet.

Leipzig's midfield maestro Sabitzer, with the momentum of a fierce sprint, charged forward and, without pulling back, launched a low, flying tackle, bringing the ball and the player with him!

Not only that, but the defensive midfielder Kampl appeared out of Sun Yang's blind spot on the left rear and rammed into him hard with his shoulder!

Even more fatal was that the heavy center-back Upamecano behind him completely abandoned the defensive zone and took a big stride forward, blocking all of Sun Yang's escape routes to turn around and retreat like a wall!

It only took three seconds to get going!

Dortmund's tactical core has been forced into a desperate triple-fighting cage!

Nagelsmann, watching this scene from the sidelines, curled a cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth and clenched his right fist tightly in mid-air.

The decisive move has been made!