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

The frenzied boos from over 10,000 Bayern Munich fans above the Allianz Arena nearly blew off the inflatable roof.

The big screen was still repeatedly hurling insults at that hair-thin offside. This became the most exciting catalyst for the Bavarians, with waves of red in the stands surging endlessly, full of sarcasm.

The Norwegian maestro Erling Haaland ripped his jersey collar and spat it hard onto the grass.

"Those blind guys sitting in the VAR room drawing lines are practically robbing us! If I were two sizes bigger, Brandt's shoulder would never be higher than Süle's heel! What the hell!" Haaland cursed as he strode back, his chest heaving.

Sun Yang strode forward and slapped Haaland hard on his broad back.

"Save your energy, Erling." Sun Yang's eyes gleamed with a fierce competitive spirit, but his tone was unusually cold and hard. "The referees won't change their decision; complaining is pointless. We've tried that route. Go back to your position, and from here, take the right flank and cut them off completely!"

Haaland whirled around, colliding with Sun Yang's impassive profile. The anger simmering within him was abruptly suppressed. He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth: "Got it. Get the ball to my feet, and I'll shoot it through the net behind Neuer."

Kimmich, who had just eaten a mouthful of grass clippings, happened to pass by. This Bayern Munich heir, having just escaped a close call, was now strutting around like a madman.

"Save your breath, Dortmund's number 10." Kimmich rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, his Bavarian accent full of condescending mockery. "In Munich, you won't even have a chance to kick the ball. You'd better face reality."

Sun Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, treating it as if a chick was chirping nearby. He strode back to his own half of the field, his brain, like a sophisticated computer, already calculating the next formation and positioning.

The match is in its ninth minute.

Having narrowly escaped defeat, Bayern Munich restarted the game and immediately took control of the tempo. Coach Flick waved his hand on the sidelines, and the red machine pressed forward across the halfway line, attempting to completely stifle Dortmund's counter-attacking spirit with a suffocating possession rate.

Space is always the soul of Bayern's tactics. Müller roamed the attacking third like a ghost, searching for cracks in the yellow and black defense. Coman on the left flank floored the gas pedal, making crazy runs and flattening Dortmund's right flank defense.

In the center circle, Joshua Kimmich dribbles the ball and observes the surroundings. Midfielders Corentin Tolisso and Roberto Martinez have already spread out on both sides, ready to provide support at any moment.

Alarms were sounding in Dortmund's backfield. Sun Yang didn't stay high up to wait for the ball like a traditional attacking midfielder. He decisively dropped back, directly alongside Delaney and Dahoud, the two defensive midfielders, creating an invisible breakwater.

At this moment, combining Rijkaard's spatial cutting technique with Makelele's absolute sense of positioning, Sun Yang's defensive vision was maximized!

The chaotic running patterns on his retina disappeared. In their place appeared a three-dimensional radar network interwoven with red and yellow passing probabilities.

Bang! Kimmich delivered a 20-meter low through ball with his right foot, and the ball accurately found Müller, who had dropped back to receive it.

Müller's ball control was extremely skillful. With his back to the goal, he prepared to deliver his signature pass directly to the onrushing Coman.

But just as he was about to lift his foot, he caught a glimpse of a yellowish-black figure out of the corner of his eye.

Sun Yang, seemingly out of nowhere, had positioned himself behind him on the right flank. He was perfectly positioned at that crucial juncture, effectively sealing off any potential through ball connection between Sun Yang and Coman!

Moreover, Sun Yang maintained a precise three-meter distance between himself and Delaney, down to the centimeter. No matter whether Müller turned left or right, he would inevitably fall into this double-team trap within half a second of starting.

This is the quintessential Dutch defensive philosophy: never blindly press forward, but use impeccable positioning to cut off your line of sight and force you into a pre-set dead end.

Müller cursed inwardly. The seasoned German international felt a nagging discomfort. Despite no physical contact, the ball's trajectory seemed completely blocked by a physical barrier.

"Give it to me! Thomas!" Tolisso shouted from behind.

Müller had no choice but to abandon his forward attack, forcefully step on the ball and shift his weight backward, preparing to pass it back to retain possession.

At that brief moment when Muller's center of gravity shifted slightly and he exerted force with his ankle.

Sun Yang, who had been waiting for an opportunity, suddenly struck!

Caniggia's Wind Child talent was fully unleashed, and Makelele's precise prediction worked perfectly. Sun Yang's right cleat viciously tore through the turf, and he shot out like a cannonball, skimming the ground.

Half a second before Müller could kick, Sun Yang fiercely closed in, unleashing his powerful core muscles, and delivered a vicious and well-timed collision with Müller's right back with his left shoulder.

boom!

A dull thud of muscles colliding rang out. Muller's already shaky center of gravity completely collapsed, and he stumbled, almost falling over.

Before the Bayern striker could even regain his balance, Sun Yang's long right leg swept out from the side like a whip, and with a deft touch of his toe, he snatched the ball away.

Clean! Decisive! A textbook interception with not a trace of foul!

A deafening roar of boos erupted from the Allianz Arena's South Stand, an attempt to pressure the referee. But referee Bibiana, with impeccable vision, decisively raised her hands: Clean defense, play continues!

The monotony of positional warfare was shattered in an instant. Dortmund's Black and Yellows immediately unleashed their stingers, launching a fierce counterattack!

"Stop him! Even if it's a tactical foul, take him down!" Bayern coach Flick shouted, jumping up and down on the sidelines as if his tail had been stepped on.

Tolisso and Martinez immediately transformed into rabid dogs, their studs flashing as they charged fiercely at Sun Yang from either side. Their orders were clear: even if it meant getting a card, they absolutely could not allow this yellow and black number 10 to turn and accelerate in the attacking third.

But Sun Yang had no intention of giving them a chance to get close enough to receive a yellow card. He intercepted the ball, looked up, and kicked it—all in one fluid motion.

With a subtle push from the inside of his right foot, the ball skimmed along the ground, precisely piercing Bayern's first line of defense and finding its way to captain Reus, who had found space.

The moment Reus received the ball, Bayern's strong center-back Süle was already pressing forward. The veteran captain, with his exceptional football intelligence, didn't try to confront him head-on. Instead, he met the ball with the outside of his right foot and deftly flicked it towards the open space to his right.

The most basic yet most lethal wall-running two-on-one pass!

Having just passed the ball, Sun Yang had unleashed his terrifying 100-meter explosiveness. Without slowing down or taking a detour, he forcefully overtook Tolisso, who hadn't even finished turning!

Two yellow and black afterimages slashed across the Allianz green turf like a sharp knife.

The ball was delivered with perfect timing, rolling precisely into Sun Yang's sprint path. Dortmund's number 10 received the ball on the right wing, floored the gas pedal, and surged forward!

Alarms are blaring in Bayern's backfield. A localized three-on-three situation in the attacking third!

On the left, Haaland unleashed his exaggeratedly long legs, like a Nordic bulldozer charging at full speed, relentlessly plunging into the vital flank between Bayern's two center-backs. This devastating sprint forced Pavard to relinquish all defensive focus.

In the middle, Reus, who had just completed the pass, also made a desperate forward run, directly drawing Süle's attention away from the ball.

Only the right flank remains.

Bayern Munich's left-back, Alphonso Davies! The fastest sprinter in all of Europe is frantically chasing back. With his unreasonable speed, he finally caught up with Sun Yang's pace on the right edge of the penalty area.

The most primitive racing, the most brutal 1v1 duel!

The air pressure at the Allianz Arena plummeted to freezing. Thousands of Bayern Munich die-hards stood up and roared Davies' name at the top of their lungs.

"Force him to the outside! Block his shooting route!" German goalkeeper Neuer rushed to the edge of the penalty area, lowered his center of gravity, spread his arms, and roared at Davis.