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

The second half of the game has officially begun.

Bayern Munich's attacking pace noticeably quickened, resembling a thunderous German machine. Dortmund's fatigue was already flashing red lights, forcing their entire defense to retreat to the edge of the penalty area, teetering on the brink of collapse.

In the 59th minute, the deadlock was finally broken.

Kimmich and Müller executed a well-coordinated one-two pass on the right flank. Just before reaching the byline, Kimmich, without even looking into the penalty area, relied on muscle memory to curl a high-quality, over-the-top cross.

The ball seemed to have eyes, sailing directly over the Dortmund defense. The far post was completely missed.

Koeman sped up like a black sports car suddenly accelerating, appearing in that unmarked, deadly blind spot. He leaped high and unleashed a powerful header, slamming it into the far corner!

Goalkeeper Bürki made a desperate diving save, but his fingertips were still a full ten centimeters away from the ball.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The ball slammed into the net, creating a deep dent in the white net.

Zero to one.

The entire Bayern team went wild, roaring as they slid to the corner flag and embraced. On the sidelines, interim coach Terzich, his eyes bloodshot with anxiety, slammed his water bottle onto the turf and frantically waved for Thorgan Hazard to come on and fight for his life.

In the final thirty minutes, Dortmund abandoned defense and pushed forward with all their might.

However, on the stage of the Champions League final, without Sun Yang's deadly passes that "opened up the whole map" in midfield, and without Haaland's unreasonable bulldozing finish in the penalty area, all of Dortmund's bombardment turned into futile bubbles in front of the ten fingers of German goalkeeper Neuer.

In the 93rd minute, the referee blew his final whistle without hesitation, signaling the end of the match.

Inside the Estádio da Luz, the Dortmund players collapsed onto the grass, seemingly drained of their last ounce of strength. Veteran Mats Hummels covered his face, gasping for breath, holding back tears of frustration in his hands.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Bayern players, dressed in red jerseys, were already huddled together, celebrating wildly.

"Let's go, guys." Favre stood up, silently smoothing out the hem of his windbreaker, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. "Go give those unlucky bastards on the field a hug. It's not shameful to be stepping stones tonight; consider it tuition for the future."

Sun Yang remained silent. He bent down to help Haaland up and handed the two aluminum crutches to the Norwegian. The old man and the two young men walked towards the pitch through the dimly lit passageway of the VIP stands.

The venue for UEFA's awards ceremony was rather rudimentary, set up on this empty lawn.

There were no fountains or confetti, no beautiful hostesses, no boisterous 60,000 fans, just a cold, impersonal stage. UEFA President Ceferin stood to one side, wearing a medical mask and with a serious expression.

The entire Dortmund team stood in a line on the left, like a silent army that had suffered a defeat. Sun Yang and Haaland, who was on crutches, walked to the front of the line.

The team awards were presented first. Bayern Munich swept all the highest-level gold medals and accolades without hesitation.

Then, the segment for individual honors began. The announcer's deep baritone voice echoed through the quiet Lisbon night sky via a loudspeaker.

Due to pandemic prevention regulations, there were no award presenters; everyone had to walk up to the long table to collect their trophies.

"Next up is the UEFA Champions League Best Young Player award for this season!"

"Winner: Sun Yang, Borussia Dortmund!"

In the team, Terčić gently nudged Sun Yang from behind. His teammates rallied and applauded enthusiastically. Sun Yang took a deep breath, walked calmly to the podium, and lifted his first Champions League trophy.

The announcement continued: "The UEFA Champions League's top assist provider this season!"

"Winners: Sun Yang of Borussia Dortmund and Kevin De Bruyne of Manchester City! Both have contributed six assists this season, tied for first place!"

Sun Yang didn't even turn back to his team; he simply took a step to the side and grabbed the second trophy, which was engraved with the passing symbol.

Immediately afterwards, the official Champions League Team of the Season was announced. The attacking duo of Haaland and Lewandowski were unsurprisingly on the list, while Sun Yang dominated the midfield. Haaland, grumbling and cursing, hopped forward on his crutches and snatched his certificate of honor.

Winning a series of major awards has finally brought a bit more life to Dortmund's otherwise lifeless camp.

But at that moment, the broadcast suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the huge electronic screens on all four sides of the Stadium of Light lit up simultaneously! The background sound even cut to a chilling bass drumbeat.

Instead of showing the highlights of Bayern's championship victory tonight, the screen cut directly back to the round of 16 match that shocked the entire European football world.

In the footage, the Parc des Princes stadium in Paris Saint-Germain is brightly lit.

Sun Yang, wearing the yellow and black number 29 jersey, received the ball in his own half of the court. At the bottom of the big screen, a blatantly displayed red real-time distance measurement panel popped up.

"Starting position: 55 meters from the opponent's goal."

The first drumbeat of war has sounded! In the video, as soon as Sun Yang touched the ball, facing Neymar's close pressing, who is worth 200 million, he casually flicked his ankle and used the outside of his foot to change direction, causing the Brazilian star to lose his balance and the ball to pass through his legs in a humiliating manner.

The camera flashes to the midfield battle zone. Guy pounces like a tiger, lunging for his prey, while Mbappe behind him grabs at his jersey. On screen, Sun Yang suddenly lowers his shoulder and floores the accelerator, using his terrifying explosive power to fling the struggling Mbappe into a helpless backdrop!

He charged into the edge of the penalty area! Kimpembe made a desperate sliding tackle with both feet off the ground, but Sun Yang lightly flicked the ball with his toe. He soared past him. Then, with an audacious and convincing feint, he completely fooled the seasoned Thiago Silva.

The director's perspective constantly switched between a bird's-eye view and close-ups. Mbappe's pursuit from behind was zoomed in for a close-up.

Finally, only PSG goalkeeper Navas remained. A fake shot! A real dribble!

Navas missed his shot in despair, and Sun Yang calmly slotted the ball into the empty net.

A 55-meter sprint! Overcoming six players in seven seconds! This performance cemented the reputation of Paris Saint-Germain's superstars, whose combined value is in the hundreds of millions, as a disgrace in football history.

The video ends with a freeze-frame of Sun Yang running to the corner flag area, tearing off his captain's armband and kissing it passionately, then turning his back to the camera with both fingers pointing to the sky.

After the video finished playing, the entire Bright Stadium fell silent.

Even the Bayern players, who had just been laughing and posing for photos, fell silent, their eyes glued to the giant screen. Lewandowski, with his newly won championship medal around his neck, narrowed his hawk-like eyes, staring at the terrifying figure in the yellow and black jersey on the video screen.

This is pure, unadulterated individual heroism.

Every professional player present knew perfectly well that to dare to sweep through the defenses of a top team like a clear morning street in the Champions League knockout stage required extremely abnormal cardiopulmonary function, core explosiveness, and a huge heart.

The announcer's voice suddenly rose eight octaves: "Goal of the Season in this year's UEFA Champions League!"

"Winner: Sun Yang, Borussia Dortmund!!"

The Dortmund players erupted in excitement. Haaland was so thrilled he threw away his crutches, hopping and skipping on one leg as he rushed over to hug Sun Yang's neck and shake him violently. Sancho and Hummels also yelled at the top of their lungs.

This is UEFA's officially recognized top honor, the one with the most visual impact. This trophy was won by stepping on the faces of a host of top stars.

Sun Yang patted his teammate beside him and took his fourth steady step toward the podium.

The crystal trophy representing the best goal of the season stands quietly on the red cloth.

Ceferin stood a step away, looking at the young Asian man before him, and couldn't help but exclaim in a thick Eastern European accent, "Well deserved, kid. That goal is definitely worthy of being in the football Hall of Fame."

"Thank you," Sun Yang replied casually in English.

He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the heavy trophy, and turned to face the stadium.

Directly ahead, less than ten meters away, lies Bayern Munich's championship podium. The dazzling silver trophy sits arrogantly in the very center.

On the empty pitch, the night wind rustled through the grass. Two of the Bundesliga's top teams faced off coldly from afar on Portuguese soil, three thousand kilometers away from Westphalia.

Lewandowski stood at the very front of the Bayern Munich team. The Polish striker, who had just pocketed both the Champions League Golden Boot and the Champions League medal, raised his chin slightly and gestured defiantly toward the Champions League trophy behind him, looking at Sun Yang.

Thomas Muller, who is usually playful, completely put away his smile and looked at his rival, who had won four individual awards that night, with a sharp gaze.

Sun Yang did not avoid their gazes at all.

He took a deep breath of cold air, and with a single arm, raised the Best Goal trophy high. Then, his left index finger, like a long spear, pointed straight at Bayern Munich's formation, at the Big Ears Cup.

The boy's voice wasn't loud, but it was amplified clearly and accurately by the dozens of top-of-the-line microphones standing on the sidelines, hitting everyone's eardrums.

"Clean the trophy for me."

Sun Yang raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of ambition, "Next year, Dortmund will bring it back to Westphalia."