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

With a long whistle from referee Mateu Laos, the Champions League semi-final officially kicked off.

Inside the empty Bright Stadium, the whistle struck the concrete stands, creating a dull echo.

Arsenal revealed their hand from the very first second of the game.

On the sidelines, Spanish coach Mikel Arteta, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, had a furrowed brow. For the past few days, he had spent countless hours watching Dortmund videos, finally arriving at a deeply frustrating conclusion: with Arsenal's current midfield strength, a technical style of play simply couldn't shut down the connection between Sun Yang and Haaland.

To win, you have to bring the dirtiest side of football to the table.

The ball circulated rapidly in Dortmund's half. Just as Sun Yang retreated to the center circle to ask for the ball, Ceballos immediately swarmed him like a plaster.

"Give me the ball, you injury-prone guy." Ceballos secretly bent his elbow and slammed it into Sun Yang's back, his broken English with a heavy Spanish accent ringing in his ears.

"Want to break your leg again and go back to London to beg for food? This time I guarantee the ambulance won't even come; it'll take you straight home to your mom to nurse!"

Sun Yang remained calm, quickly flicking his ankle to pass the ball horizontally to Witsel, who was there to receive it.

Without even turning his head, he said, "Save your energy worrying about your starting position. Don't wait until you tear your cruciate ligament one day, and Kroenke will shove the termination notice in your face in the hospital room and make you crawl back to Madrid like a dog."

This counterattack was ruthless. Ceballos's cheek muscles twitched violently, and his actions became even dirtier as he reached out and grabbed the hem of Sun Yang's jersey.

Not far away, at the edge of the penalty area, the atmosphere was just as tense, ready to ignite at any moment.

Arsenal defender Tierney repeatedly used his shoulder and knee to subtly attack Haaland off the ball.

"Don't waste your energy, you Norwegian bear." Tierney spat on the grass.

"Open your eyes and look carefully! This is the English team's penalty area! Have you forgotten how your spineless father had his knee crippled by Roy Keane? If you dare to enter the penalty area and get the ball today, I'll personally send you to join him in his wheelchair!"

By targeting his retired father, Haaland directly touched a raw nerve.

The polar bear's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. It abruptly turned around, its hands gripping Tierney's collar like hydraulic clamps, forcefully pulling the Scottish tough guy off the ground.

"Try saying it again, Scottish scum!" Harland's neck veins bulged, like a wild beast ready to devour someone.

Tierney, with his neck stiffened, pressed his forehead against Haaland's chin, and the two were about to engage in a real-life duel in the penalty area.

Laos blew his urgent whistle.

He rushed onto the field and forcibly separated the two, pointing his finger at Haaland's eyes and sternly warning him to control his emotions.

On the sidelines, Arteta stroked his chin with satisfaction. This was exactly the kind of scene he wanted. If they couldn't win technically, they'd use underhanded tactics to provoke the young players. As long as the Dortmund players lost their temper and started playing individually, Arsenal's tactics would be half won.

Sun Yang strode over from midfield and grabbed Haaland, who was still trying to charge forward.

"Don't fall for it, Erling." Sun Yang patted Haaland's rock-hard back hard. "They're scared. That young Spanish coach is out of options, that's why he's resorting to such underhanded tactics. When you're making runs, make sure to protect your supporting leg. If you want them to shut up, just smash their net with a goal."

Haaland snorted, glared at Tierney, and turned to dash towards the right side of the penalty area.

In the following ten minutes, the rhythm of the game was disrupted by frequent tactical fouls.

Arsenal attempted to physically overwhelm Dortmund's possession-based system. But under this suffocating pressure, Sun Yang's holographic radar-like vision began to reveal its deadly fangs.

The match is in the twelfth minute.

Dortmund's center-back Hummels made a precise positioning, intercepted the ball from Aubameyang's feet, and immediately launched a long pass.

The ball flew towards midfield. Sun Yang judged its landing point from the 30-meter zone. As soon as he stopped the ball, Ceballos, Xhaka, and Thomas pounced on it in a triangular formation like three mad hounds.

The moment the encirclement was formed, Sun Yang moved.

He deftly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot, his body naturally tilting sharply to the left. It was a convincing feint with his shoulder dropped.

Ceballos thought he was going to pass the ball to the wing, and without hesitation took a long stride to try to block the passing route.

Just a fraction of a second before the shoe touched the ball, Sun Yang forcefully reversed his ankle. The ball obediently changed its trajectory, smoothly slipping between Ceballos's spread legs.

A pretty little door!

Ceballos was completely thrown off balance by the difference in rhythm and fell headfirst onto the grass in a sorry state.

The encirclement was forcibly torn open. Sun Yang dribbled straight in, giving Xhaka, who was trailing behind, no chance to close in. When he was still five meters away from Xhaka, he met the ball with his left foot and decisively delivered a concealed low through ball.

The ball, like a scalpel, precisely sliced ​​through the narrow gap between the two Arsenal center-backs, skimming the grass, and reached the left side of the penalty area.

At the same time, Haaland's terrifying explosive power was finally revealed.

The Norwegian started like a heavy tank, forcefully shoving Tierney half a body length away and receiving the ball just inside the penalty area line.

Arsenal goalkeeper Martinez was terrified and immediately rushed out of his goal, spreading his arms to try to block the shooting angle.

But Haaland had no intention of forcing a shot. He caught a glimpse of the number 29 jersey rushing towards him like a ghost.

With a gentle tap of the instep, a textbook one-two pass! The ball perfectly bypassed Martinez's control and rolled laterally to the center of the penalty area.

Sun Yang arrived on horseback.

The left half of the goal was wide open. Faced with this golden opportunity, Sun Yang made no unnecessary moves in pursuit of brute force.

With his body leaning sharply, the inside of his right foot precisely sliced ​​the ball into the lower middle part. In a very tight space, he unleashed a clean and crisp low-low curling shot!

The shot barely kicked up any grass; the ball curled into an impeccable inward arc, grazing the inside of the left post before quietly rolling into the corner of the net.

1 is better than 0!

Extremely smooth, yet deadly.

From breaking free from the center circle, through ball piercing the defense, one-two pass to the final shot into the far corner. The whole process took less than ten seconds. Arsenal's prized, heavily invested, ironclad defense was torn to shreds like cheap toilet paper in the face of this connection between the two young players.

After scoring, Sun Yang did not excitedly slide on his knees or run wildly.

He ran to the sidelines, faced the broadcast camera expressionlessly, slowly patted the Borussia Dortmund team crest on his left chest, and his eyes revealed mockery.

Haaland charged forward like a derailed train, standing shoulder to shoulder with Sun Yang, unleashing a furious roar at Arsenal's bench.

Right now, in London, England. Sky Sports Studio.

On the enormous electronic screen, every detail of the goal is being replayed in full detail at a slow frame rate.

England legend Gary Lineker, sitting behind the commentary booth, turned around and looked at his partner with a smile that suggested he was enjoying the spectacle.

"Thieri, look at that familiar body tilt and the way the arches are wrapped around your feet." Lineker spread his hands exaggeratedly.

"The second that Chinese-American kid took that shot, I almost thought it was you from fourteen years ago, wearing a yellow and black jersey. Watching him use the signature move that once made you dominate the Premier League to utterly defeat your former club, Arsenal, how do you feel right now?"

Sitting next to him was Arsenal legend Thierry Henry, who was wearing a well-tailored dark grey bespoke suit. But his face looked even more ashen than his clothes.

"Gary, don't even mention it, I feel a little breathless right now." Henry shook his head with a wry smile, loosened his tie, and sighed into the microphone.

"As a striker, I am really pleased to see that a young man has mastered the technique of shooting to the far corner to this extent. Look at his supporting leg position, the extreme lowering of his center of gravity, and the clever control of his power. It is a perfect teaching template."

At this point, Henry paused, a deep sense of helplessness showing in his eyes.

"But that damn ball just had to go into Arsenal's net! It's just a cruel form of mental torture."

Henry reached out and pulled out a thick statistical data board, slamming it on the table.

"I've been following his games ever since he joined Dortmund in the winter. Gary, this isn't luck, this kid is an absolute monster. Before showing off that shot to the far corner today, he had already shown so much to all of Europe."

Henry pointed to the highlight reel that the director had switched to at the right moment, and his speech unconsciously quickened.

"Look here! Against Union Berlin, a David Beckham-esque, incredible lob from the center circle; against Bayern Munich, a perfect recreation of Zinedine Zidane's long-range volley; and most insanely, in the Champions League Round of 16 away game against PSG, he dribbled past five players in the first half to score—that's Diego Maradona's signature move, but he used it as easily as eating and drinking!"

Gary Lineker, standing nearby, nodded repeatedly, adding insult to injury: "Not only that, as far as I know, Ronaldo's pendulum dribble, Ronaldinho's 'elastico' (crossover dribble), and Van Basten's zero-angle shot are all in his regular arsenal. My God, how does this kid's muscle memory work? He's practically an emotionless machine stitching together football legends!"