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

The air in the home team's locker room was stale and stuffy.

The strong smell of liniment for sprains and bruises, mixed with the pungent odor of sweat, filled every corner.

Head coach Favre stood in front of the tactics whiteboard, holding a red marker in his hand.

He didn't draw any routes on the whiteboard, but stared intently at Haaland, who was sitting in the corner panting heavily, before turning his gaze to Sun Yang.

"Gentlemen, I regret to inform you of some bad news." Favre's voice was somewhat hoarse. "At halftime, Bayern Munich leads Wolfsburg 3-0 away from home."

The locker room was deathly silent, with only the players' heavy breathing breaking the silence.

Favre threw the marker onto the table with a dull thud.

"Robert Lewandowski," Favre announced the name. "Three goals in the first half. A hat-trick. His goal tally in the top scorer list is now forty."

Haaland, who had been looking down, suddenly raised his head when he heard the number.

He was like an enraged beast, his azure pupils filled with bloodshot veins, and the surrounding air became oppressive.

"Forty goals. Erling, the Polish team has caught up with you." Favre placed his hands on the table, turning his gaze to Sun Yang. "Sun, you promised Erling you'd help him win the Golden Boot. I hope that wasn't just empty talk. There are only forty-five minutes left."

Sun Yang did not respond.

He was untying the straps of his right shin guard, letting his calf muscles, which had been working under heavy load, relax a bit.

A crisp metallic knocking sound came from outside the door.

That was the sound of a cane striking the concrete floor.

The door was pushed open. Captain Royce, wearing heavy protective boots and leaning on an aluminum cane under his right arm, limped in.

All eyes were on the captain.

Hummels quickly stood up to help him up, but Reus waved him off.

Instead of heading to the center of the locker room, Reus went to Akanji, who was closest to the door.

Akanji immediately straightened his back.

Reus put down his cane and leaned against the cabinet. He stretched out his fingers and very carefully smoothed out the Dortmund team crest on Akanji's chest, which was wrinkled from sweat.

After doing all this, he said nothing, picked up his cane, and walked toward the next person.

Guerreiro, Witsel, Sancho, Haaland.

The locker room was completely silent.

The only sound was the "clatter" of the cane hitting the ground.

Every player whose team badge was smoothed off by Reus subconsciously clenched their teeth.

Hummels' eyes began to redden. The battle-hardened veteran bit his lip, trying not to break down.

Finally, Royce approached Sun Yang.

Sun Yang raised his head and looked at the scarred but indomitable core of Prussia.

Reus threw aside his crutches, cupped Sun Yang's cheeks in his hands, and rubbed them hard twice. Then, he patted the team badge on Sun Yang's chest with his right hand.

Then, Royce reached around Sun Yang's left arm with his left hand and grabbed the captain's armband that originally belonged to him.

The Velcro strap was torn open, making a screeching sound.

Reus tightened the armband and firmly stuck it back onto Sun Yang's biceps.

He raised his hand and slapped Sun Yang hard on the shoulder.

There were no rousing speeches or passionate sentiments.

All the explanations are contained in this action.

Sun Yang stood up and strode towards the locker room door: "Let's go, guys, let's get our stuff back."

A pack of hungry wolves, their eyes red, walked out of the passage.

They vowed never to let the salad plate they had acquired stay in a Munich shop window for even a second.

The second half begins. The referee blows the whistle.

Hoffenheim still wanted to continue with the strategy from the first half.

But they found that the situation had completely changed.

The entire Dortmund team is like a bunch of wind-up lunatics.

Possession was with Hoffenheim's right-back, Kaderabek. Before he could even anticipate the ball's trajectory, Guerreiro and Hazard had already slammed into him like two snowplows.

Kaderabek hurriedly passed the ball to defensive midfielder Samaseko.

The ball rolled halfway across the grass when Witsel, bracing himself against Samassek's back, cleared it out of bounds with a powerful kick.

Frenzied high-level oppression.

As soon as a Hoffenheim player gets the ball, a Dortmund player will appear within two seconds. Reckless sliding tackles, blatant muscle collisions, players tumbling and falling on the grass.

Hoffenheim manager Breitenright was jumping up and down on the sidelines, shouting for the team to stabilize the pace.

It's impossible to stabilize the situation.

Hoffenheim's midfield meat grinder was shredded to pieces by Dortmund's suicidal pressing.

This intense pressure quickly had a fatal effect.

In the 52nd minute, Hoffenheim made a difficult run down the right flank. Skoul found himself surrounded by three players near the sideline.

With no room to turn around, he could only sweep a low, flat shot towards the middle, trying to force a connection with Kramaric.

At the top of the center circle, Sun Yang's hawk-like gaze locked onto the trajectory.

He started ahead of time, positioned himself in front of Kramaric, and stomped the ball under his foot.

Interception in midfield.

"Charge!" Sun Yang roared.

In the attacking third, Haaland was being closely marked by two center-backs, Hübner and Grillitsch, who were standing in a parallel line.

Upon hearing the roar, Haaland made a highly deceptive move. He abruptly took a step back.

Hübner took a step forward, trying to create an offside trap.

Just as Hübner shifted his weight forward, Haaland unleashed a burst of power with both legs, abruptly halting his movement, spinning sharply, and charging furiously toward the Hoffenheim penalty area.

A textbook example of a V-shaped run to beat the offside trap!

At the same time, Sun Yang raised his left hand in the backfield, pointing his index finger straight at the gap between the two center-backs of Huo Chuang.

Activate wherever you point!

He struck the bottom of the ball with the inside of his right foot. The ball skimmed the grass, traveling thirty meters with unparalleled precision, cutting perfectly through the gap between Hübner and Grillitsch.

Haaland burst into the penalty area, and the ball rolled right to his feet.

Facing the onrushing Baumann, Haaland tensed his right foot and gently poked the ball between Baumann's legs. The ball rolled into the empty net.

4-3! Dortmund takes the lead!

Haaland completes his hat-trick, bringing his total goals to 41!

Hoffenheim's two center-backs angrily surrounded the referee. "Offside! He's half a body over the line!" Hübner shouted anxiously.

Winkman gestured for calm and pressed down on the headset with one hand.

VAR is playing back frame by frame.

Half a minute later, Winkman pointed to the center circle.

Goal! The big screen clearly shows that Haaland was not offside when Sun Yang passed the ball.

As time went on, this high-intensity competition depleted both sides' stamina. Ball control errors and passing mistakes became frequent.

The match reached the 85th minute. Most players were walking with heavy steps, except for Sun Yang.

With his perpetual motion machine-like lungs working their magic, Kant's muscle lactic acid metabolism rate far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Sun Yang dribbled the ball at full speed on the right side of midfield.

Hoffenheim's defensive midfielder, Samaseko, gritted his teeth and pressed forward. He was at his physical limit, and his vision was blurring.

Sun Yang flicked the ball twice with his ankle, both inside and outside the net. Samaseko's stiff legs couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and he lost his balance.

Seeing that Sun Yang was about to penetrate into the heart of the field, Samaseko disregarded everything else, reached out and grabbed the back of Sun Yang's jersey, pulling him down.

The referee ran over and showed a yellow card.

A free kick from 30 meters to the right of the goal, in an excellent position.

Sun Yang got up, placed the ball on the penalty spot, and took six steps back. He put his hands on his hips and stared at the Hoffenheim goal.

"Form a human wall! Stand tight!" Bowman yelled in front of the goal line, directing five tall players to form a human wall. He was certain Sun Yang was going to unleash a powerful long-range shot.

Sun Yang suddenly stretched out his left hand and pointed to the top left corner of the goal.

The human wall in Huocun was in a panic, and they even had to give advance notice of where they were going.

The referee blew his whistle.

Sun Yang took a long run-up. His left foot slammed heavily on the side of the ball, his upper body leaned forward, and his right leg swung out in an exaggerated arc.

The moment his right foot touched the ball, Sun Yang changed the point of force he applied.

The ankle jerked inward.

With the inside of his right foot positioned below and to the side of the ball, he slashed it with incredible speed and arc.

Bausch's curve!

Instead of flying straight like a cannonball, the ball spun sharply inward, tracing an exaggerated C-shaped parabola before bouncing over the top of the wall of players.

Baumann was dumbfounded. That wasn't a shot, it was a pass!

The ball landed right below him, and Haaland rose like a Nordic warrior. He had already secured his position, his leap overwhelming the defender.

A header shot.

The ball slammed into the top left corner of the net as Baumann tried to save it!

It was exactly where Sun Yang was pointing!

Five to three!

Haaland went crazy, jumping onto the GG sign and roaring at the empty stands.

A quadruple! Total goals: 42!

The referee blew the final whistle.

Westphalia erupted in celebration. Hoffenheim players collapsed to the ground, while Dortmund substitutes rushed onto the pitch to embrace each other.

Favre didn't join in the celebration; instead, he turned to look at the tablet computer in his assistant coach Terzic's hand.

A group of staff and substitutes also looked over there, waiting for the outcome of the other battle.

Terzich took a deep breath, his face beaming with joy: "It's over! Bayern Munich beat Wolfsburg 4-0 away. Müller scored in the second half, and Lewandowski didn't score in the second half. His goal tally is now 40."

He yelled, "Herling, you're the Bundesliga Golden Boot winner this season!"