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

Veteran Hummels strode forward and slapped Guerrero hard on the back of the head: "Let him handle the attack. We've got the defense covered; not even a fly will get into the box today! That Croatian striker, I'll keep an eye on him!"

Witsel pounded his chest so hard it shook the heavens: "Wake the fuck up! Show your fangs and bleed them a little!"

A brief and forceful encouragement.

The team's listless atmosphere was completely overturned. That limp, sleepwalking state vanished, replaced by a ferocious glint in their eyes.

Haaland flicked the ball to Hazard, and the game restarted.

Hoffenheim failed to notice the change in Borussia Dortmund's eyes. Coach Breitenreit was still waving his arms vigorously on the sidelines, signaling for continued high pressing in the attacking third.

Dortmund's formation spread out rapidly, like a giant net of fangs.

The ball was passed to the midfield, where Sun Yang received it.

The trident of Sancho, Haaland, and Hazard relentlessly engaged in frantic, dog-like runs and penetrations.

Hoffenheim's two defensive midfielders, Samaseko and Rudy, worked together seamlessly, tightening their defensive line on both flanks in an attempt to close down the goal. They wanted to use pure physical contact to keep both the player and the ball in the game.

Fifteen minutes ago, Dortmund's midfielders would have opted for a safe back pass.

But this time, Sun Yang didn't dodge at all. Facing the two men's encirclement, he floored the accelerator and sped off.

The distance was less than one meter.

Samasek's eyes flashed with ferocity as he fell to the ground, revealing his studs for a vicious tackle. Rudy, positioned on the right side of the paint, raised his shoulder to make a hard tackle.

One tenth of a second before the three bodies collide.

Sun Yang's upper body swayed violently!

He powered through with his right leg, taking a heavy step towards the right side of the ball. His entire weight shifted to the right. Immediately afterwards, his left foot swept across the top of the ball at lightning speed.

Deception of the center of gravity.

Luo's signature move: the pendulum dribble!

Thanks to the monstrous muscle and ligament strength provided by his "Iron Legs" talent, Sun Yang swallowed the reaction force that would have torn the meniscus of an ordinary person on the spot.

Samaseko was so disoriented by the sudden movement that he lost his bearings. He kicked the air so hard that his body slid three meters away, skimming along the grass.

Rudy on the right was completely fooled by this blatant feint and lost all his balance. He tried to twist his waist to catch up, but his feet slipped and he fell flat on his face on the grass.

Two ironclad defensive lines were crushed to dust in one fell swoop.

Sun Yang moved with unimpeded ease, dribbling the ball directly into the core danger zone 30 meters away.

Alarms erupted in Hoffenheim's backfield. Skow, Grillitsch, and Posch were all thrown into a panic, forced to abandon the flanks and frantically converge on the center to encircle and annihilate their opponents.

The entire defensive formation was forcibly torn apart, creating a huge vacuum.

Outside the left side of the penalty area, Sancho, completely unmarked, is making a high-speed run down the wing.

During the high-speed run, Sun Yang suddenly raised his left arm.

His upper body leaned to the left, his entire body almost pressed against the grass at a dangerous 45-degree angle. His left foot was like a steel nail, firmly wedged into the grass.

The right foot precisely cuts into the lower right part of the ball with the inside of its foot, generating power from the ankle.

A curved, crescent-shaped blade, gleaming coldly, slashed through the air!

boom!

A dull thud.

The ball didn't go straight; instead, it spun inward with an exaggerated, physics-defying motion, like a scimitar being drawn from its sheath, tearing the sky above the Westfalen Stadium.

It curved in mid-air in a strange arc, bypassing Hoffenheim's dense defense and landing precisely in front of Sancho with a sharp downward trajectory.

This lead time and impact point are like a precision-guided missile with built-in GPS lock-on.

In the studio, Duan Xuan suddenly jumped up from his chair: "Beautiful! A wide-ranging, free-kick! That shot completely stripped Hoffenheim's defense bare!"

Sancho didn't even bother to control the ball. Facing this perfectly dipping ball, he swung his right foot and delivered a low, flat shot.

The ball skimmed the grass, scraping towards the penalty area like a blade.

In front of the door.

Haaland's Nordic heavy truck was running at full throttle. He relentlessly outmaneuvered Hoffenheim defender Posch, enduring the opponent's almost tearing pull, and using his broad back to block his position.

Before goalkeeper Baumann could rush out to block, the long leg suddenly lunged forward.

A violent ramming shot.

Hoffenheim goalkeeper Baumann didn't even have time for the instinctive movement of raising his hand. The ball whistled through the air and slammed viciously into the net, sending a huge white wave crashing through it.

1 is better than 2!

The group of Dortmund staff and their families in the stands erupted in a blood-curdling roar.

Haaland headed the ball into the goal, scooped it up and held it close to his arms, then turned and sprinted towards the center circle. As he passed Sun Yang, the two gave each other a high five.

The Nordic monster, his eyes bloodshot, looked like a completely berserk beast: "Keep feeding me! I'm going to smash those bastards' goal to pieces today!"

On the sidelines, Favre excitedly threw an uppercut and stomped on the tactical board on the ground, shattering it.

The bumblebee's stinger finally drew blood.

Haaland's roar after scoring completely ripped away the last vestige of warmth in this final match.

Hoffenheim didn't want to be the backdrop for Dortmund's victory; they needed three points to secure a Europa League spot for next season. After the restart, coach Breitenreit waved his hand on the sidelines, decisively pushing the entire formation forward, creating a veritable meat grinder in midfield.

The stadium in Westphalia was empty, devoid of any fan noise. The stands were eerily deserted.

As a result, the screeching sound of cleats rubbing against the grass, the muffled thuds of muscles colliding violently, and the heavy breathing of the players were all amplified infinitely by the microphones on the sidelines.

31 minutes.

Hoffenheim's defensive midfielder Rudy received the ball near the center circle, and Guerreiro rushed up to press him. Rudy didn't slow down at all, and his shoulder suddenly slammed into Guerreiro's chest like an iron wall.

The Portuguese international groaned, stumbled back three steps, and collapsed onto the grass.

Referee Guido Winkman raised his arms to indicate that play should continue, without indicating any foul. His officiating today was very lenient, essentially encouraging physical contact.

"Get them on their bodies! Push them out of the way!" Captain Hübner of the Hoffenheim team roared from the backfield.

Dortmund's vice-captain, Hummels, roared back from the defensive end, "Don't be so weak! Win every second ball!"

Both sides repeatedly battled for possession in midfield, with frequent sliding tackles and pulling, and the situation became completely mired in a stalemate.