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

Sun Yang didn't choose to waste his energy in the physical battle zone. He knew very well that forcing himself to receive the ball at this point would only lead to losing possession and being caught on the counter-attack.

He immediately called out to his back, proactively leaving the high position and retreating directly to the side of his teammate, Delaney, completely settling into a lower position.

In his mind, the defensive master's experience map unfolded. Sun Yang stopped chasing the ball and instead used a god-like radar to stare at the vacuum points in Bayern's passing network.

The match has reached the 6th minute.

Bayern launched a fierce attack down the right flank. French full-back Pavard received a pass back from Coman and immediately accelerated along the touchline. Using his physical advantage, he forcefully bypassed Dortmund's left-back Guerreiro's defensive zone. Facing the onrushing center-back Akanji, Pavard feinted a pass, cut inside, and then swept the ball towards the edge of the penalty area.

This is a standard inverted triangle return.

Munich's attacking gears meshed perfectly. "Space Reader" Müller glided like a ghost to the landing point, his back to the goal, and deftly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot.

Dortmund veteran Hummels was directly thrown off balance by this move.

The ball smoothly penetrated Dortmund's first line of defense, heading straight for the completely open area in the middle.

On this open field, Kimmich had already made a high-speed run. He had anticipated Müller's passing route. With no one marking him and only 25 meters from the goal, this was undoubtedly Kimmich's most effective long-range shooting range!

In the stands of the Allianz Arena, tens of thousands of Bayern Munich fans were ready to jump up and cheer.

Just a microsecond before his shoe was about to touch the ball.

A dazzling yellow blur, skimming along the grass, brutally slid in from the side!

Number 10, Sun Yang!

The moment Pavard broke through along the sideline, Sun Yang's full-field radar, combined with Makelele's defensive intuition, had already locked onto the dangerous vacuum zone at the edge of the penalty area.

He started his sprint two seconds in advance. He pushed the speed and explosive power of Caniggia's Son of the Wind to the limit, and with the momentum of the slide, Sun Yang was like a sharp blade flying close to the ground.

"Bang!"

Sun Yang's left foot struck first, accurately poking the ball to the side. The ball was forced to change direction and flew more than three meters away.

Kimmich's powerful tomahawk strike landed squarely on thin air, nearly straining his thigh muscles.

Having lost his footing, Kimmich was completely unable to control his forward-leaning body. The immense inertia carried him halfway through the air before he slammed face-first onto the grass with a "thud."

My mouth was stuffed full of wet mud mixed with grass clippings.

"Whoosh!"

A deafening chorus of boos swept through the stands as Bayern players raised their hands in protest, demanding a foul.

But referee Bibiana, standing five meters away, had a clear view. She raised her arms to her chest and made a decisive gesture: "Clean defense, first touch of the ball! Play continues!"

Sun Yang didn't even glance at Kimmich lying on the ground. He suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, pushed himself up from the grass, and strode after the ball that had been poked away.

At this moment, the offensive and defensive situations have completely reversed.

Bayern Munich fielded their full squad, leaving the half of the field empty except for Süle, who was trailing deep, and Neuer, who was known for his aggressive attacking runs.

Sun Yang dribbled the ball forward two steps, then suddenly looked up.

In his mind, the "Pirlo Long Pass Vision" mechanism was fully activated. Countless virtual passing routes intertwined on his retina. In a fraction of a second, he filtered out all safe cross-court passes, his gaze locking onto the fifty-meter-long corridor on the left flank.

Brandt, Dortmund's fast winger, had already turned and started running the moment Sun Yang intercepted the ball.

No need to slow down, no need to adjust footwork! Sun Yang, while running at high speed, sliced ​​the ball with the outside of his right foot.

The ball, with a strong inward spin, soared into the air, drawing an exaggerated rainbow arc in the Munich night sky. This arc flew over the head of Tolisso, who was desperately chasing back for Bayern, and pierced through the entire defense.

The ball landed perfectly, just over the head of the last defender, Süle, and fell onto the grass on the left side of the penalty area.

Brandt, sprinting at full speed, didn't even need to slow down; he simply chested the ball down, easily deflecting the incredible long pass.

Neuer was shocked and decisively rushed out of his goal, spreading his arms like a raptor to pounce on Brandt, trying to block the shooting angle.

Brandt remained unusually calm. Instead of forcing a shot, he took advantage of Neuer's diving block and, without trying to score, forcefully swept the ball across the middle with the inside of his left foot.

In the center of the penalty area, Haaland arrived with an absurdly long stride.

He was like a mindless Nordic beast. Ignoring Pavard's desperate attempt to pull at his shirt as he tracked back, Haaland flew sideways. Less than two meters from the goal, he unleashed a violent sliding shot at the ball.

With a "bang," the ball crashed into the empty goal net.

"Roar!" Haaland flipped and leaped up, rushing to the corner flag area of ​​the south stand, where he performed a flamboyant meditation celebration in front of tens of thousands of Bayern fans. The Dortmund players went completely wild, rushing forward and crushing Haaland into a mountain of flesh.

Backcourt, Sun Yang also raised his arms high and gave Delaney a high-five as he ran over.

Just six minutes into the game, under Bayern's most prized pressing system, Dortmund tore Munich's defense to shreds with a single two-man link-up!

However, the joy of scoring lasted only five seconds.

"Beep!"

The piercing whistle shattered the celebrations at Allianz Stadium.

The assistant referee at the sideline raised the checkered flag indicating offside high and waved it vigorously in the wind.

Referee Bibiana stood in the center circle, immediately reached out her left hand to press the communication earpiece hidden by her ear, and stretched out her right hand to prevent any player from getting close.

"Everyone step back! I'm listening to the confirmation report from the VAR room!"

Bibiana shouted at Reus and Muller, who had surrounded her.

The Allianz Arena, which had been bustling just a moment ago, fell into a suffocating silence. Everyone was looking up at the huge high-definition electronic screens on the north and south sides.

On the big screen, a frame-by-frame replay of the attack that had just taken place was immediately displayed.

The image freezes on the precise moment Sun Yang crosses the ball with his right foot from the backfield. Above the field, a blue line representing the position of the last defender and a red line representing the position of the attacking player receiving the ball are precisely drawn by the computer.

The red line corresponds to Brandt's left shoulder.

The blue line corresponds to the right heel of Bayern Munich center-back Niklas Süle.

To the naked eye, the two lines appear to overlap perfectly. However, under a microscope, the fabric on Brandt's shoulder extends approximately three centimeters beyond Süle's heel.

A disgustingly gross-level offside!

"F**k! How can that be called offside?!" Reus kicked the turf. Terzic roared angrily at the fourth official.

On the field, Bibiana lowered her hand from the headset. Without any hesitation, she raised her arm high, her gesture resolute, and then forcefully blew the whistle.

Goal disallowed! Offside!

The Allianz Arena, which had been completely silent just moments before, erupted into cheers even louder than before. Tens of thousands of Bayern Munich fans celebrated what seemed like a last-minute victory, waving their red Bayern scarves wildly above their heads.

Kimmich, who had just been eating grass, spat out the bits of grass in his mouth, got up, grinned at Sun Yang in the center circle, and whistled provocatively.

Sun Yang stared at the three-centimeter offside line on the big screen, his face expressionless. He didn't argue with the referee or complain.

He casually rubbed the bits of grass that had stuck to his fingertips from the sledding, calmed his breathing, and turned to look at Haaland, who was walking back ahead, cursing and swearing.

"Erling, save your energy." Sun Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually calm in the noisy Allianz Arena. "That was the left flank, next time we'll attack the right."

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Bayern's penalty area.

"Shoot the ball into the net, let's see how those blind guys can draw lines then."