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

on the field.

Sun Yang turned around and ran towards the south stand to meet Haaland and Sancho who were rushing towards him.

The three of them waved their arms and cheered wildly at the die-hard fans in the stands who still came to support the team during this special time.

The cheers from the stands grew louder and louder, and everywhere you looked, there were yellow and black scarves being tossed around like windmills.

Kramer watched the Dortmund players celebrate from afar, his face ashen. He vigorously wiped the sweat from his face and spat fiercely onto the grass.

The competition has resumed.

Trailing by one goal, Borussia Mönchengladbach did not tighten their defense. Rose's team has a fanatical, mad dog mentality ingrained in their DNA; they began to press forward with all their might, drastically increasing the intensity of their physical confrontations.

Dortmund showed no signs of backing down. At Terčić's signal, the team immediately pushed forward, engaging in a direct attacking battle with Mönchengladbach on the wide pitch.

For the remainder of the first half, possession changed hands at a breathtaking pace.

The midfield battle intensified, with almost every pass being a quick one-touch. Anyone who dared to hold the ball for even half a second longer would be pounced on by two or three burly men like hungry wolves, ready to devour them alive.

As the reigning Bundesliga champions, Borussia Dortmund clearly demonstrated superior overall sportsmanship. The Black and Yellows' passing game flowed like mercury, with very few errors. In contrast, Borussia Mönchengladbach, under the suffocating pressure of constant sprints, saw their error rate skyrocket.

With Sun Yang orchestrating the midfield, Dortmund firmly controlled the game. Sun Yang's radar-like talent, providing unparalleled vision, was on full display; he consistently managed to snatch the ball from the midfield chaos and effortlessly deliver it into the gaps in Mönchengladbach's defense.

"Hey kid in the back! Are you standing still? Watch your back!" Sun Yang shouted at Bellingham to his right after making a wide pass to receive the ball.

"Damn it... Have these guys been eating gunpowder?" Bellingham had just run a lap with the Borussia Mönchengladbach midfielder and was now bent over, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.

"Follow my rhythm and hold your position!" Sun Yang pointed to the center circle, said this, and then went back to running.

The time has moved to the forty-fifth minute.

The fourth official held up an electronic board on the sidelines, indicating that there were very few dead balls in the first half and only two minutes of added time.

Borussia Mönchengladbach finally seized an opportunity to counterattack.

Dortmund players quickly retreated to their positions. Even Haaland and Sancho, who were at the forefront, actively retreated to their own defensive third like workhorses.

Sun Yang stood directly at the top of the penalty area, like a wall of sighs, becoming the first barrier in front of Dortmund's defense.

Borussia Mönchengladbach winger Wolf controlled a long pass on the right flank and sprinted at high speed to face Bellingham, who rushed forward to cover.

As a newcomer to the Bundesliga, Bellingham's match experience clearly hasn't caught up with his muscle memory. Coupled with the intense physical exertion, his lower body is already somewhat unstable.

Wolf seized the opportunity, flicked the ball to the outside with his right foot, and lowered his shoulder significantly, making a strong attempt to break through to the baseline.

Bellingham gritted his teeth and forcefully shifted his center of gravity, lunging outwards.

In that split second, Wolf subtly flicked the ball with the instep of his left foot. A simple change in rhythm completely turned Bellingham into a sitting duck.

Bellingham's legs got tangled, and he slipped and fell flat on his face on the grass, only able to watch in horror as Wolf charged into the penalty area.

A murderous intent suddenly arose.

Wolf raised his head, his eyes locked on the far corner of the goal, his right leg muscles tensed, ready to unleash a powerful shot.

Just as he unleashed his downward strike, a yellow-black afterimage flashed into his blind spot like a ghost.

It's Sun Yang.

With Makelele's exceptional positional awareness and defensive skills, he sensed the defensive vacuum three seconds in advance. The moment Wolf prepared to spike, he had already moved to cover the gap like a cheetah.

Her long legs swept out decisively.

The spikes traced a perfect arc along the turf, clean and crisp, without any hesitation – a textbook example of a clean and efficient slide.

Sun Yang's toe precisely poked the ball in the front, the force hitting the ball with perfect precision.

Wolf's shot missed completely, the immense momentum causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground in a sorry state. Meanwhile, the ball, as if by magic, obediently remained at Sun Yang's feet.

"Beautiful tackle and save!!" In the broadcast booth, Xu Yang slammed his hand on the table, his voice rising two octaves. "Sun Yang's positioning awareness is absolutely world-class! He completely relied on his top-notch football IQ to calculate the opponent's breakthrough route perfectly!"

on the field.

Sun Yang didn't pause at all. The terrifying explosive power of his core suddenly activated, and using the momentum of the sliding tackle, he pushed off with one hand, and his whole body sprang up from the grass like a spring.

The ball remained firmly in their grasp, and the balance of power was dramatically reversed.

Borussia Mönchengladbach's defensive midfielder, Kramer, with bloodshot eyes, charged forward like a mad bull, determined to use a tactical foul to cut off Dortmund's fast break.

"Keep the ball!" Cramer roared, blocking the ball laterally and cutting off all passing options.

Facing this brute, Sun Yang's lips curled into a cold smile.

Pass the ball?

I'll fight head-on!

While dribbling the ball at high speed, Sun Yang suddenly leaned his upper body to the left, his left foot slamming heavily onto the grass to the left of the ball, his shoulder almost scraping the ground.

Kramer was completely fooled by the incredibly realistic feint, and he stopped abruptly and swerved to desperately block Sun Yang's left side.

next second.

Sun Yang's powerful ankle strength exploded, forcefully locking the center of gravity that was about to spiral out of control. His upper body folded in a bizarre way that defied the laws of physics, violently pulling back to the right.

With a light flick of the instep of his right foot, the ball skimmed along the grass and whistled past Cramer on the other side.

The legendary skill of Luo Guanzhong, the pendulum-style dribble.

Kramer's legs twisted into a pretzel on the spot. He desperately reached out to grab Sun Yang's clothes, but he couldn't even catch a gust of wind and his body fell heavily onto the grass.

The south stand of Westfall exploded with a deafening roar.

Having broken through Kramer's blockade, the path ahead was now wide open.

Sun Yang looked up. Out of the corner of his eye, a wild yellow lightning bolt had already pierced through Borussia Mönchengladbach's riddled defense.

Demon Haland!

At the moment Sun Yang intercepted the ball, the Norwegian maestro had already unleashed his long legs, like a heavy armored vehicle speeding from the backcourt.

There was no need for eye contact; their ingrained understanding had already taken over the game.

As Sun Yang advanced at high speed, he suddenly struck the bottom of the ball with the outside of his right foot.

The ball rose from the ground, drawing an exaggerated, enchanting S-shaped arc in mid-air, tearing through the skies of the Borussia Mönchengladbach half, soaring over the heads of two desperately chasing center-backs, and falling precisely towards the edge of the penalty area as if it had eyes.

Modric's signature outside-of-the-foot long pass!

Haaland had already floored the accelerator, and the ferocious force allowed him to shove past a defender who was trying to close in.

With a powerful sprint, his long legs deflected the ball, which landed perfectly in front of him.

Borussia Mönchengladbach goalkeeper Sommer fearlessly rushed out of his goal in an attempt to block the shooting angle.

Haaland didn't even glance at Sommer. Facing the ball, he swung his powerful left leg and unleashed a brutal, powerful shot.

boom!

The ball, like an armor-piercing bullet, skimmed the grass and whistled through the space between Sommer's legs before he could even close them, violently shattering the side netting.

Goal!

The referee blew his whistle at the same time as the halftime whistle, pointing both hands towards the center circle.

In the first half, Dortmund completely overwhelmed Borussia Mönchengladbach's high press.

Haaland spread his arms and charged toward the corner flag like a bloodthirsty beast, then turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the number 10 who had delivered the incredible assist.

Center circle position.

Sun Yang stopped, turned around, and looked down at Kramer, who had just struggled to get up from the grass.

"Is this what you call high-post pressure?" Sun Yang patted off non-existent grass clippings from his number 10 jersey, his eyes filled with extreme contempt. "Too slow, buddy."

Kramer gripped his knees tightly, gasping for breath. He gritted his teeth, staring at the retreating figure of Number Ten, his chest heaving, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Sidelines.

Borussia Mönchengladbach manager Rose slammed his water bottle onto the turf, splashing water everywhere, before desperately covering his face with his hands.

This hunt for Dortmund's new core player turned them into a complete joke in just half a game.