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

The whistle blew to signal halftime.

The atmosphere in the Dortmund locker room was incredibly heated.

Favre slammed the tactical board on the table, not even bothering to pick up a marker.

He surveyed his sweat-drenched but gleaming-eyed players before him and roared, "Bravo in the first half! Those Red Bull lads are completely demoralized. Their ridiculous fouling tactics are nothing but garbage against us!"

Veteran Witsel draped a towel over his shoulder, grinning broadly, "Absolutely! With Sun Yang anchoring the midfield, all those dirty tackles from the other side are like tickling an itch. Those three unlucky guys getting headed away at the start—I'm going to watch that as a comedy when I get back!"

A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted in the locker room.

Favre pressed his hands down, his expression gradually turning grim: "Guys, listen up! In the second half, I'm not asking you to keep fighting tooth and nail. The tactics are very clear: completely retreat, tighten the defense, and launch counter-attacks. Everyone should save all their energy for defense. As for offense..."

Favre cast his burning gaze toward Sun Yang, who was sitting quietly drinking water in the corner, and Haaland sitting next to him.

"No complicated positional passing in the second half! Your only passing option after winning possession is to find Sun Yang. Then..." Favre walked over and patted Haaland's broad shoulder heavily, "Give all the team's shooting opportunities to Erling! Feed him!"

Haaland paused slightly in his grip on the kettle.

Favre's voice was resolute and unwavering: "We're ahead of Bayern in the league standings, the title is ours! Now, we're going to snatch that damn Golden Boot from the Munich mouths too! The whole team has only one goal today: help Erling score! Smash Leipzig's goal!"

As soon as the head coach finished speaking, veteran Hummels, as the locker room leader, was the first to stand up and applaud. "No problem! Today, we old guys will cover for you in the back. The front line is yours to run wild!"

Haaland's eyes were a little red. He turned his head to look at Sun Yang, who was unscrewing the kettle cap next to him, and slapped his brother's thigh.

"Brother, I'll remember this favor!"

Sun Yang casually tossed his water bottle into the equipment basket and slapped Haaland's hand away: "Don't be so mushy. Just don't spit out the biscuit I've stuffed in your mouth. Get your lung capacity ready for the second half, or you won't get a hot one if you run too slow."

The game resumes after switching sides.

The entire Dortmund team displayed astonishingly consistent tactical execution. Leipzig players despairingly discovered that no matter who intercepted the ball, it would always find its way to Sun Yang immediately.

Nagelsmann's prized high-pressing tactics became a joke after his physical condition deteriorated drastically. Whenever Leipzig players dared to double-team him, Sun Yang always managed to snatch the ball away with his incredible, godlike vision.

Fifty-fifth minute.

Sun Yang received the ball on the left side of midfield. He calmly stretched the opponent's defense, keenly spotting the blond figure sprinting forward.

He feinted with his right foot above the ball, deceiving the pressing player's center of gravity. Then, with a flick of his ankle, Modric delivered his signature outside-of-the-foot pass!

The ball drew an unusual S-shaped arc in mid-air, defying the laws of physics, and precisely bypassed the heads of Leipzig's two center-backs.

Haaland, having penetrated the penalty area, didn't even need to jump. He met the rapidly descending ball with a powerful, overwhelming header!

The ball bounced off the turf and into the net.

Hat trick! Three to zero!

The massacre is not over yet. Seventy-eight minutes.

Sun Yang forcefully overtook the opposing full-back on the right flank. Caniggia's absolute speed combined with his perpetual motion-like stamina allowed him to remain like a tireless sports car even in the final stages of the match.

After a long run to the byline, with just a fraction of a second before the ball went out of bounds, Sun Yang calmly delivered a low, triangular back pass.

This back pass was practically GPS-guided, perfectly avoiding the dense array of defenders in the penalty area, and like a scalpel, it precisely found Haaland, who was completely unmarked at the far post.

The Nordic wizard met the ball with a powerful, heavy shot from the ground with his left foot.

Goalkeeper Gulacsi could only watch helplessly as the ball left an afterimage on his retina before the net was smashed open with a violent splash.

A quadruple! Four to zero!

After scoring, Haaland went completely berserk. He rushed over, hoisted Sun Yang onto his broad shoulders, and roared like a beast at the empty stands.

Ninety minutes of regular time had run out. Referee Zwayer, clearly fed up with the one-sided massacre, didn't even give a second of stoppage time and decisively blew the final whistle.

Borussia Dortmund thrashed RB Leipzig 4-0 away from home, securing a perfect victory that not only took away three points but also helped their striker rack up impressive statistics.

Haaland walked up to the referee and asked for the special match ball to take home as a souvenir.

On the sidelines, Nagelsmann's face was so dark it seemed to ooze ink. He casually reached out and touched Favre's fingertips, then turned and disappeared into the players' tunnel without looking back.

Favre smiled smugly and turned to embrace his capable assistants.

Just then, assistant coach Terčić, holding a tablet computer high, rushed out of the players' tunnel like a madman.

His voice boomed across the empty stadium, echoing with a trembling tone.

"Mr. Favre! Son! Erling! The match in Munich... is over!"

This shout froze the entire Dortmund team, who were preparing to leave the field, as if they had been struck by a spell.

All eyes, filled with barely concealed tension and anticipation, were fixed on Terzic.

This round of Bundesliga matches kicked off at the same time. Bayern Munich hosted Freiburg. Haaland scored four goals today, raising his top scorer tally to a staggering 38. Now, all the suspense rests on the shoulders of the Polish striker. How will Lewandowski perform?

Terzic swallowed hard, his fingers trembling violently on the tablet screen.

Bayern Munich... defeated Freiburg 3-1 at home. Lewandowski scored a hat-trick, netting three goals.

Terzić jerked his head up, his eyes gleaming with ecstatic joy: "Lewandowski's total goals 37! Erling... you've overtaken him!"

boom!

Dortmund was absolutely ecstatic.

With one round of the league remaining, Haaland, supported by the united Borussia Dortmund team and fed by his best friend Sun Yang's unreasonable and god-like support, finally accomplished what seemed like an impossible miracle!

He narrowly defeated the arrogant Lewandowski by one goal, knocking him off the top spot in the scoring charts!

Both teams remain tied with 67 points, but Borussia Dortmund continues to lead the league thanks to their superior goal difference.

A few days later, at the Westfalen Stadium.

Borussia Dortmund will host Hoffenheim in their final league match.

That salad plate representing the highest honor in the Bundesliga, and that gleaming Golden Boot award for the little powerhouse.

Bumblebees, I want them all!