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

Sun Yang dribbled the ball at high speed, closing in. His left foot controlled the ball, and his body rose and fell rhythmically with the pace of his run.

Facing the prepared Davis, Sun Yang suddenly and without warning lowered his center of gravity, fully utilizing the core flexibility derived from his Peking Opera skills.

His right shoulder dropped sharply to the outside, his left foot feinted above the ball, and his upper body immediately assumed a starting position for accelerating down the flank. Zidane's dropped shoulder perfectly complemented Ronaldo's deceptive weight distribution.

It's so realistic! A top-class full-back like Davis simply can't suppress his physical instincts. He immediately twisted his waist, forcefully pushed off the turf with his right foot, preparing to block Sun Yang's cross from the byline.

Sun Yang's left foot, which was about to touch the bottom of the pitch, struck the inside of the ball with a bizarre angle that was almost as if his ankle had been broken.

Screech! The shoe rubbed violently against the ball. The ball abruptly stopped its momentum and obediently bent inwards.

Immediately afterwards, his massive body unleashed terrifying lateral braking force! Sun Yang forcefully stomped off his forward momentum, and with a flick of his right foot, he drew an unreasonable ninety-degree angle, directly charging towards the edge of the horizontal penalty area!

With a simple tap and a flick, it's smooth and seamless.

Davis was completely outmaneuvered. He couldn't stop at all, his feet got tangled in the grass and he slid a long way, only able to watch helplessly as the yellow and black number 10 jersey swept past him.

Cut inside from the right side of the penalty area!

The entire passageway suddenly opened up.

Inside the penalty area, Neuer's pupils contracted sharply.

An indescribable palpitation rushed up his spine to the back of his head.

That unique dribbling rhythm, that superhuman lateral stride frequency, and that starting stance that relentlessly controls the ball on the left foot...

It's so similar! It's unbelievable!

Countless days and nights on the training ground of Sébenezer Street, that middle-aged bald Dutch man used this unsolvable inside-cutting footwork to nail him to the pillar of shame time and time again.

"Block his left foot! Damn it, don't let him kick!" Neuer shouted, his voice hoarse, as he frantically waved his arms in front of the goal line as if he were being electrocuted.

He didn't need to yell. Bayern's center-back Lucas had already made a diagonal tackle from the side, his entire body like a flesh bomb flying close to the ground, ready to block the gun with his body.

Tolisso, tracking back, charged in from behind, revealing his studs, and viciously swept down at Sun Yang's supporting leg. With a pincer movement from both sides, Bayern attempted to sever this attack with the most extreme form of force!

Sun Yang didn't even blink. In the Dream Training Camp, this inward cut movement had been honed tens of thousands of times by those veterans, and it was already etched into his muscle memory.

Facing Lucas's flying tackle, Sun Yang raised his left foot high, poised to unleash a devastating cannon shot.

Lucas fell for it. He gritted his teeth and tensed his muscles, preparing to take the hit head-on.

But Sun Yang's left foot, which was in mid-air, strangely stopped midway down. Instead of shooting, he gently pushed the ball with the instep of his foot.

The ball rolled forward only half a meter.

Just half a meter! It perfectly avoided Lucas's blocking area, leaving Tolisso, who was shoveling away at the dust behind him, with nothing to show for it.

Bang! Two Bayern Munich players collided and rolled like human wheels on the grass.

Before them lay a flat plain.

In front of the goal, only the German goalkeeper, with his arms outstretched and a face full of despair, remained.

Sun Yang took a firm step, his supporting leg crushing the grass, his thigh muscles suddenly expanding, causing his lower leg to leave a trail of afterimages in mid-air.

Robben cuts inside and unleashes a powerful shot – full power activated!

He violently slapped the ball with the instep of his left foot.

"Bang!"

A muffled thunderclap boomed over the Allianz Arena, causing even the microphones used for broadcasting on the sidelines to crackle with excessive noise.

The ball twisted and deformed under the immense pressure, then shot up into the air like a Tomahawk cruise missile fired from its barrel.

It didn't travel in a straight line at all, but instead, with a distorted inward spin, it drew a huge rainbow in the air above the Allianz Arena. Just as it was flying towards the right-hand pillar, after crossing the restricted area, it suddenly plummeted wildly and turned sharply inward.

Neuer displayed world-class reflexes. The instant Sun Yang kicked, his legs exploded, sending his massive body flying sideways. His body stretched to its limit, his left fingertips desperately trying to reach the afterimage that changed direction in mid-air.

It's a whole hand's width short.

Ignoring air resistance, the ball nestled close to the far corner where the crossbar meets the post—a corner the goalkeeper could never reach—and plunged into the snow-white net.

The violent impact lifted the net high, and the ball struggled and rubbed violently inside for a moment before crashing heavily to the ground.

Swish!

The crisp sound of nets being swished echoed throughout the venue through the loudspeakers.

In the 17th minute of the match, Dortmund scored a goal away from home!

The overwhelming boos and insults at the Allianz Arena were cut off at the root by an invisible guillotine.

More than 10,000 Bayern Munich die-hards stood like wooden stakes in the stands, their raised red flags frozen in mid-air. The entire stadium fell into an appalling three-second silence.

On the sidelines, Bayern Munich coach Hansi Flick held his head in his hands, staring intently at the replay on the big screen as if he had seen a ghost.

Dortmund's bench erupted. Sancho and Bellingham waved their towels like windmills and ran wildly out of their seats, while Terzic performed an incredible long knee slide right in the coaching area.

Neuer slowly got up from the grass, surprisingly not lashing out at the defender. He stared at the ball in the net and let out a long sigh of frustration.

It's so similar. That unreasonable inner passage is practically a reincarnation of that bald old man. The positioning was optimal, and all intentions were anticipated, yet there was nothing that could be done.

This is an open conspiracy! You know he's going to do this, but you just can't stop him.

"Beautiful! Yang!"

Haaland was the first to charge in, his massive Norse monster forcing Sun Yang back two steps. Immediately afterward, Royce and Brandt swarmed in, surrounding the new core.

"That was a fucking insane dunk! Davis's heel is probably still in a knot!" Captain Royce excitedly ruffled Sun Yang's hair.

Sun Yang slapped away Haaland's thick arm that was around his neck and pushed through the crowd to get out.

He didn't run to the corner flag, nor did he take off his shirt and roar. He simply stood coldly at the edge of the penalty area line, turned around, and cast a highly imposing gaze at the referee, Bibiana.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his chin slightly and stared at the woman with the golden whistle.

He was waiting, waiting to see if the video referee room could still find a single flaw in this incredible goal.

Bibiana understood the silent pressure. She slowly lowered her right hand, which had been pressing on the earpiece. The combo she had just executed was flawless, so clean that not a single grain of sand could be found.

She took a deep breath, pointed her arm straight to the center circle, and blew hard the silver whistle she had in her mouth.

Goal! No offside! No foul! 1-0!

At that moment, Sun Yang raised his right index finger and pointed it straight at the dome! Then he turned around sharply, opened his arms, and faced the Bayern Munich die-hards in the south stand who had just been frantically cursing his entire family.

A tidal wave of boos and raised middle fingers swept in again. Sun Yang remained expressionless, his cold and stern demeanor like that of a tyrant surveying his territory.

Amidst the deafening noise, he mouthed a silent, sarcastic remark:

Save your energy, Munich.

Middle circle arc.

Bayern Munich's number nine, Robert Lewandowski, steps on the ball.

This player, undoubtedly the world's best striker, showed no sign of frustration. He was closest to Sun Yang and could clearly see his fluid, cutting-edge shots and powerful inside runs.

The Pole stood with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving. His sharp gaze pierced through half the field, fixed firmly on the back of Dortmund's number 10.

The fighting spirit, like that of a hungry wolf, ignited completely in his eyes.