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

2020 9 Month 20 Day.

The first round of the new Bundesliga season has officially kicked off.

The stadium outside Westphalia was packed with fans. The Bundesliga has implemented a new fan entry policy for the new season, allowing a maximum of 20% of the stadium's total capacity to be filled.

This means that more than 10,000 fans can enter the stadium to watch the game today.

After months of suppressed anger, the yellow and black army, carrying large flags and scarves, joyfully poured into the stands. They treated this opening match as a grand festival, and their deafening chants had been filling the stadium for an hour beforehand.

CCTV Sports Channel also switched to the live broadcast on time.

Renowned commentators He Wei and Xu Yang sat in a studio in Beijing, beginning their pre-match warm-up for fans across the country.

Xu Yang chuckled and continued, "I've been to Borussia Dortmund's training camp before, and the football atmosphere there is incredibly passionate. Last season, our young Chinese player Sun Yang conquered the city with his incredible statistics in just six months. Today, he's donning the number 10 jersey, symbolizing the core of the team. This match is definitely going to be a clash of titans."

"That's right." He Wei nodded. "Today, Dortmund's young coach Terzić placed Sun Yang in the single attacking midfield position. Together with Haaland and Sancho, he forms Dortmund's attacking trident. In the defensive midfield position, veteran Witsel, along with new signing Bellingham, provides support and protection for Sun Yang."

As the two were talking, the broadcast camera switched to the players' tunnel.

Sun Yang, wearing a brand-new number 10 jersey, stood at the front of the line. Behind him, Haaland was excitedly slapping his thigh muscles.

On the other side, Borussia Mönchengladbach's defensive midfielder and defensive stalwart, Kramer, glanced at Sun Yang from head to toe, chewed his gum twice, and arrogantly spat it onto the edge of the turf.

Both teams lined up and entered the field.

The Westfalenstadion was filled with the long-awaited roar of the fans. In the most famous South Stand, Dortmund die-hards unfurled a massive TIFO that blotted out the sky. The image depicted a menacing yellow and black wasp, its venomous stinger plunged fiercely into the Borussia Mönchengladbach crest.

The roar of 10,000 people created the intimidating atmosphere of an 80,000-person home field.

The referee glanced at his watch and blew the opening whistle forcefully.

The competition has officially begun.

Borussia Mönchengladbach, coached by Rose, revealed their hand in the very first second of the game.

The entire team employed a high-pressing, aggressive style of play.

Borussia Mönchengladbach pushed their formation far forward, with midfielders Kramer and Neuhaus like wolves smelling blood, directly crossing the midfield line to engage in hand-to-hand combat. This is Mönchengladbach's most reliable tactic, and last season countless Bundesliga midfielders succumbed to this pressure.

Dortmund received the ball in their own half. Veteran Witsel spotted an opening and delivered a low, through ball to Sun Yang in the center.

The ball had just rolled to my feet.

Kramer on the right rear and Neuhaus on the left had already formed a pincer movement, fiercely pouncing on him. Their tactical intention was direct: to use a meat grinder-like physical challenge to knock the Asian number 10 away, and even directly intercept the ball to launch a counter-attack.

Boos and noise from the stands suddenly erupted. All the fans remembered that Cramer had made a boast before the match, telling Sun Yang to buy orthopedic medical insurance in advance.

"Good." Sun Yang met the ball with a casual flick of the inside of his right foot.

Having experienced the hellish torment of top defensive midfielders like Kanté and Makelele in the system's dream world, the so-called high pressure of the Bundesliga before him was as commonplace as taking a morning walk in the park.

Neuhaus was the first to close in, trying to block Sun Yang's turning path with his body.

Sun Yang didn't slow down even half a step. He quickly poked the ball forward with the toe of his left foot, his body making a strange, subtle pause, and then his right foot suddenly pushed off the ground.

This simple change in pace completely threw Neuhaus off balance. He missed his target, his legs tangled, and he stumbled to the side.

Seeing this, Kramer suddenly exerted force with his thick thighs to catch up and directly grabbed Sun Yang's jersey from the back, pulling and tugging with gritted teeth.

A tremendous reverse pulling force struck. If this had happened last season, Sun Yang would definitely have lost his balance and fallen to the ground, facing a free kick by now.

Sun Yang leaned forward, his incredibly powerful core strength suddenly exploding. Without even turning around, his thigh muscles bulged high, and he forcefully propelled Kramer, who was behind him, forward two large steps like a heavy bulldozer!

The ball seemed to be welded to Sun Yang's feet; no matter how much he was pulled from behind, his steps to touch the ball remained frighteningly steady.

"Fuck! Is this Asian kid's lower body made of reinforced steel?!"

Cramer's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He felt like he wasn't pulling a human being, but a heavy truck with its accelerator floored. Seeing himself being dragged into the danger zone like a pathetic piece of furniture, he could only grit his teeth, let go, and prepare to drop the shovel.

Before Kramer could even make a move, Sun Yang used the momentum from Kramer's loosening of his grip to take a big step forward, completely shaking off the entanglement and charging solo to the edge of the penalty area.

The view ahead suddenly opened up.

Haaland and Sancho are making a frantic run through the Borussia Mönchengladbach penalty area, keeping the two center-backs pinned to the edge of the six-yard box and creating a large vacuum at the edge of the box.

Sun Yang looked up, his peripheral vision precisely scanning the position of Borussia Mönchengladbach goalkeeper Sommer.

To prevent Dortmund's strikers from exploiting the space behind the defense and breaking the offside trap, Sommer positioned himself very far forward, with his toes almost touching the edge of the penalty area.

good chance.

Sun Yang didn't opt ​​for the conventional arm swing and powerful shot. Instead, he subtly bent his right calf slightly backward, his foot taut, and his toes, like a sharp scalpel, swiftly sliced ​​into the bottom of the ball, then deftly flicked it upward.

Totti's signature move, the concealed pinpoint shot mechanism, is perfectly activated!

This shooting motion, which completely defies the common sense of physics, is extremely deceptive. The Borussia Mönchengladbach defenders stared wide-eyed, all thinking that Sun Yang was going to play a low through ball to Haaland, and not a single one of them rushed forward to block the shot.

The ball drew a classically beautiful high parabola in mid-air, lightly passing over the heads of the Borussia Mönchengladbach defenders.

By the time Sommer noticed a dark shadow flash overhead, the ball had already reached its highest point. He gaped in horror, his scalp tingling as he realized it was a direct shot aimed at the goal.

Sommer desperately backed away, leaped with all his might, and stretched his arms to the limit of human endurance.

But the ball just grazed his fingertips, plummeting irreversibly downwards, and smashed precisely into the goal.

The pristine white net was lifted high.

Totti-style spoon shot!

It was less than five minutes into the game.

The scoreboard flashed, and Dortmund took a 1-0 lead at home.

After a strange moment of deathly silence, the entire Westfalen Stadium erupted like a dormant volcano that had been dormant for a thousand years!

In the CCTV broadcast studio, the two experienced commentators exclaimed at the same time.

"Beautiful! Goal! Goal! Goal!!" He Wei slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming. "Unbelievable shooting imagination! Sun Yang, at the edge of the penalty area, like a leisurely assassin, effortlessly chipped a brilliant Panenka lob!"

Xu Yang clapped his hands repeatedly in admiration, exclaiming, "That touch was divine! No exaggerated leg swing at all, just a powerful flick from the calf muscles. That shot transported me back twenty years; it was practically the signature game-winning goal of Totti, the Roman legend who single-handedly dominated the city!"

"Not only that, everyone watch the slow-motion replay!" He Wei shouted, pointing at the screen. "Borussia Mönchengladbach's butcher, Kramer, was pulling and dragging from behind, clinging to Sun Yang, but he couldn't stop the newly crowned MVP! Sun Yang used absolute muscle power and a god-like lob shot to slap Kramer's pre-match provocative face hard!"