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

45th minute. The last minute of regular time in the first half.

Dortmund had just moved their defense forward, preparing to go into halftime with a psychological advantage from the draw.

Just then, Hoffenheim's center-back, Hübner, launched a long pass from the backfield without warning.

The ball arced high over the midfield.

On the edge of Dortmund's penalty area, Hoffenheim striker Dabbur, with his back to goal, blocked Akanji and jumped to contest the header. Akanji's judgment was a fatal half-beat too slow, and Dabbur headed the ball on.

The ball changed its trajectory and fell rapidly towards the right side of the penalty area.

No one noticed when the Croatian striker wearing the number 27 jersey had appeared in that deadly position like a ghost.

Kramaric!

His form today is almost unbelievably good. Facing this perfectly placed cross, before Hummels could even extend his leg to clear it, he met the descending ball with a half-turn and unleashed a powerful volley!

This was a low, unexpected shot that came without any warning.

Goalkeeper Bürki's view was completely blocked by Hummels' massive body. By the time he saw the trajectory of the ball skimming along the grass, it was too late.

The ball nestled close to the inside edge of the right post and disappeared into a corner.

2 is better than 3!

Kramaric scores a hat-trick in the first half!

The Dortmund substitutes, who had just been celebrating, fell silent like ducks being choked.

Favre spat out the half-mouthed water he had just taken in, clutching his head in pain. This leaky defense had once again dragged the team down at a crucial moment.

The fourth official stood on the sidelines, expressionless, and held up the electronic board indicating 5 minutes of added time.

"Everyone back! Hold the line!" Hoffenheim captain Hübner shouted from the backfield.

Taking the lead again, Hoffenheim's entire team retreated rapidly like a receding tide, forming a tight double-decker bus within the 30-meter zone. The defense was impenetrable; not even a fly could get in.

Dortmund launched a desperate counterattack, regardless of the cost.

But against Hoffenheim's muscular, impenetrable defense, Haaland, Sancho, and Hazard were completely bogged down in a physical battle. Every time they got the ball, they were met with at least two defenders pressing them relentlessly, almost like logging.

Time ticked by, and a suffocating feeling enveloped Westfall.

The first minute of stoppage time.

Dortmund struggled to pass the ball around in midfield. Witsel was relentlessly marked by Rudy on the right flank, unable to turn. The veteran, left with no other option, had to pass the ball sideways towards the center.

Slightly to the right of the center, about 30 meters from the goal, Sun Yang received the ball.

Posch and Grillitsch stood at the edge of the penalty area, a full three meters away from Sun Yang in a vacuum. They made no attempt to rush out and tackle him; instead, they bent over to lower their center of gravity, their eyes fixed on the ball at Sun Yang's feet.

They were already traumatized by Sun Yang's unpredictable through balls and crosses in the first few minutes, and subconsciously felt that this yellow-skinned kid was going to find Haaland's running position again.

"Block his passing lanes! Mark that big guy closely!" Bowman commanded the defense with a tense atmosphere in front of the goal.

Just then, Hoffenheim coach Breitenwright on the sidelines felt a chill run down his spine. He had thoroughly studied Dortmund's game footage and knew exactly what it meant to leave that distance open.

"Don't give him space! Stick close! He's going to shoot from long range!" Breitenwright was so anxious he almost rushed onto the pitch.

But by the time the two players in front of the penalty area reacted, it was too late.

Sun Yang stepped on the ball and glanced indifferently at the distance from the goal.

Thirty meters.

The defensive wall directly in front was densely packed with people, seemingly impenetrable.

He didn't look for Haaland again, nor did he call for his teammates to create space.

He used the sole of his right foot to gently push the ball forward a meter.

This seemingly casual move caught the Hoffenheim defenders in the penalty area completely off guard.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Yang began to accelerate rapidly with small, quick steps.

The pace quickened, and the cleats made a dull tearing sound as they rubbed against the turf.

The muscle memories honed tens of thousands of times in the dream flashed in the cerebral cortex, and the explosive power of the core muscles was completely awakened at this moment.

Carlos's heavy cannon firing mechanism, fully loaded and ready to go!

Sun Yang's body leaned sharply to the left, as if he were about to stick to the grass. His left foot, serving as his supporting foot, was firmly planted in the soil, and his thigh muscles were bulging.

His right foot was like an alloy bowstring stretched to its limit.

He aimed precisely at the lower half of the ball with the outside of his foot and unleashed a powerful, merciless blast!

boom! !

A dull thud, comparable to a heavy object hitting concrete, exploded in the open space.

The ball was visibly deformed and flattened by the terrifying force, and then, like a cannonball, it suddenly shot up from the ground!

Everyone's attention was drawn to this violent trajectory.

The ball's initial trajectory was straight towards the left corner flag area, with an absurdly high arc.

Is this kid trying to kick the ball onto the roof of Westfalen? Bosch twitched the corner of his mouth, his tense muscles completely relaxing, ready to watch the joke.

Goalkeeper Baumann had even turned around, ready to retrieve the ball from behind the goal to take a goal kick.

However, the next second, a physics miracle that sent chills down everyone's spines occurred.

Under the intense external rotation friction, the ball flew over the heads of the defenders and then underwent a bizarre change of direction in mid-air, defying common sense.

The ball, which was originally flying outwards, suddenly changed direction as if it had hit an invisible wall of air, and with a terrifying downward force, it smashed directly into the top left corner of the goal!

The ultimate, violent heavy artillery with an S-shaped deflection!

Bowman's relaxed expression was instantly shattered by terror. He desperately shifted to the left, leaping with all his might, stretching his entire arm to the brink of dislocation.

However, human reaction was ultimately a beat too slow.

My fingertips only managed to glide desperately against the rough surface of the ball's edge.

This slight resistance was utterly ineffective in altering that terrifying flight trajectory.

The ball struck the inside of the crossbar in the upper left corner of the net and then bounced heavily into the net.

The net let out a painful groan of unbearable strain, scattering grass clippings everywhere.

3 is better than 3!

After scoring, Sun Yang didn't bother with any celebration. He turned around, his chest heaving, and looked down at the multi-million dollar defense line without saying a word, like a king.

Bosch remained frozen, staring at the sky, while goalkeeper Baumann knelt on the goal line like a lump of mud, completely drained of the strength to get up.

At the very moment the ball entered the net, referee Winkman blew the whistle to end the first half.

Six goals in the first half.

From falling behind, to equalizing, to being overtaken, and finally being dragged back to the starting line by an unreasonable long-range shot in stoppage time.

In just 45 minutes, both sides turned this final match into a goal-fest with neither side making any defensive moves.

In the players' tunnel, players from both teams walked heavily toward the locker room.

Favre didn't rush back to the locker room, but instead walked quickly to assistant coach Terzic and grabbed the tablet computer.

"What's the situation in Munich?" Favre asked in a low, urgent voice.

Terzich took a deep breath, his face grave: "Half time. Bayern leads Wolfsburg 3-0 away. Lewandowski has scored a hat-trick in the first half, bringing his total goals to three, equaling Erling's record in the top scorers list."

The 45 minutes of the second half will determine who ultimately wins the salad platter, and more importantly, who will be the most terrifying killer in the Bundesliga this season.