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

Dortmund kicks off.

Bayern's formation pushed far forward. Flick clearly wanted to capitalize on the momentum of their two consecutive goals and completely crush Borussia Dortmund.

Faced with Tolisso's relentless, persistent harassment, Sun Yang didn't engage in a direct confrontation. Instead, he moved to the right flank, leaving the open space in the middle for Brandt and Reus.

The ball was passed to the right wing, and Sun Yang controlled it steadily.

Alphonso Davis immediately closed in. The Canadian winger lowered his center of gravity, spread his legs wide, and blocked all possible lateral dribbling routes inside the paint.

Sun Yang didn't hold onto the ball at all. With a subtle flick of the outside of his left foot, the ball rolled along the grass directly towards Reus, who was back to receive the pass in the middle.

As soon as Reus received the ball, Bayern's heavy-handed center-back Süle violently tackled him from behind.

The veteran captain showed no fear, not even glancing behind him, and deftly flicked the ball diagonally backward with his right heel. The ball struck Brandt, who was making a high-speed run forward.

Brandt received the ball and immediately passed it across to Sun Yang, who was cutting inside into the flank.

A single touch, fluid and graceful!

The speed was dazzling, and the ball barely touched the ground. This was the most authentic short passing combination of peak Dortmund!

Bayern's midfield defense was completely dismantled by this well-coordinated three-pass run, and Tolisso's diving tackle on Brandt resulted in him missing his target entirely.

In the 40th minute of the match, Sun Yang calmly received the ball on the right flank.

Neuer, standing at the goal line, tensed instantly, yelling at his teammates, "Don't let him use his left foot! Force him to the outside!"

This Bayern defense has just been traumatized by Sun Yang's unstoppable "Robben-style inside cut cannon".

Davis charged in again, his eyes resolute as he stubbornly guarded the paint, certain that Sun Yang would force his way inside and slam the ball in with his left foot.

Sun Yang gave Davis a cold glance.

You won't let me use my left foot? Then I'll teach you a lesson with my right foot.

Sun Yang deftly swept his right foot over the ball, his shoulder dropping slightly. This incredibly realistic feint made Davis extremely wary, locking his grip on the inside and preventing him from moving.

The next second, Sun Yang suddenly pulled back his right foot, which was about to cut inside, and the outside of his foot slammed into the bottom of the ball!

The Bausch's Curve mechanism has been triggered!

[Pirlo's Long Pass] God's vision, fully open!

Instead of rolling along the ground, the ball rose up with an absurd arc, heading straight for the far post of the penalty area like a cruise missile!

The placement of that pass was outrageously precise. It landed precisely in a vacuum area where the goalkeeper dared not come out and the center-back could not clear the ball.

The moment the ball flew out, Haaland started his run.

The 1.95-meter-tall Nordic monster is like a heavy armored vehicle with its accelerator welded shut, launching a terrifying off-the-ball sprint from the edge of the penalty area!

Bayern defender Pavard desperately retreated to block at the far post. But against the full-speed charge of Haaland, the French full-back's physique was as fragile as a sheet of paper.

At the edge of the penalty area, Haaland soared into the air! The gravity-defying height of his jump was terrifying.

His knees crushed directly into Pavard's back, and he straddled the Frenchman like a mountain crashing down on him, displaying completely unreasonable and violent physical crushing!

Just as Sun Yang fed him the food to his mouth at the perfect moment, Haaland's neck veins bulged and he clenched his forehead with all his might.

Accompanied by a dull, teeth-grinding bang!

The ball, like a cannonball, slammed mercilessly into the near corner of the goal. Neuer didn't even have time to raise his arm to make a save before the net was violently deformed by the ball.

2-2! Dortmund have once again pulled off a remarkable comeback to level the score!

Haaland landed with a thud, shoved Pavard aside who was lying on the ground, and ran like a wild beast toward the corner flag area.

He yanked the corner flagpole bearing the Bayern Munich crest, looked up at the sky, and let out a rough roar, the veins on his thick neck clearly visible.

After yelling, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Lewandowski near the center circle across most of the field. He pounded his chest hard with his right hand, responding to the Polish player's earlier provocation in the most hardcore way.

The Bayern Munich fans in the stands stopped singing abruptly; this brutal and unreasonable headbutt silenced tens of thousands of die-hard supporters.

The game restarts from the center circle. The fourth official holds up the electronic board on the sidelines, indicating three minutes of added time in the first half.

The intensity of the first half was astonishing, with very little dead ball time. Neither Terčić nor Flick returned to the bench, both standing on the sidelines intently watching the game.

45+1 minutes of the match.

Bayern's attack surged forward again like a red tide.

Koeman was double-teamed by Meunier and Delaney on the left wing and lost possession, but Tolisso, who was following up from the back, immediately made a counter-press like a mad dog.

Tolisso quickly passed the ball across to Müller in the middle.

Emre Can immediately moved up to mark him closely. Müller, however, very slickly flicked the ball with the instep of his right foot, directly passing it to Kimmich who was overlapping on the right wing, while he himself quickly cut into the half of the penalty area without the ball.

Kimmich received the ball and didn't hesitate for even half a second before delivering a surgical through ball down the ground, heading straight for Lewandowski at the edge of the penalty area.

Hummels and Akanji were on high alert, and both stepped forward, ready to crush the Polish shooter.

Lewandowski faced the ball with his back to goal, but just as the ball was about to touch his foot, he suddenly spread his legs apart!

A ball slipped through!

A godlike vision and imagination! The ball grazed the Polish player's legs and rolled precisely towards the penalty spot.

Müller, who had just been on the edge of the penalty area, had already ghost-like slipped into the ball's path, thanks to his almost superhuman spatial awareness. In that split second of switching defense, Can made a fatal lapse in marking!

Müller, facing the ball, had no time to unleash a powerful shot; instead, he cunningly poked the ball gently with the toe of his right foot.

The ball skimmed the grass, darting like a viper into the bottom left corner of the goal. Goalkeeper Hitz desperately dived to make a save, but his fingertips didn't even touch a single blade of grass.

3-2! Bayern Munich took the lead again in stoppage time!

The Allianz Arena erupted in a frenzy of shaking. Flick, on the sidelines, was wildly waving his right arm. Only one minute remained for Dortmund.

45+2 minutes.

Dortmund kicks off from the center circle. Haaland passes the ball to Sun Yang, then grits his teeth and charges headlong into Bayern's penalty area.

Sun Yang stepped on the ball. Tolisso and Kimmich, one on the left and one on the right, fiercely sandwiched him like two pincers, clearly intending to use a tactical foul to forcibly kill off the last few seconds of the first half.

But Sun Yang didn't give them a chance to get close enough to get a yellow card.

The "Point and Hit" mechanism instantly reached full power! The radar from God's perspective suddenly spread in my mind, piercing through Bayern's ferocious midfield meat grinder.

Sun Yang suddenly looked up, his gaze passing over the defensive line, his left index finger subtly pointing to the empty area on the left side of Bayern's penalty area—where there was currently no one.

The next moment!

Sun Yang struck the ball solidly with the instep of his right foot.

boom!

The ball soared into the air like a high-precision guided missile, violently slicing through the acrid smoke of the Allianz Arena.

At the very moment the ball left his foot, Dortmund captain Reus, like a golden lightning bolt, darted through the tiny gap between Pavard and Süle!

Because they had just scored, Bayern's entire defense was still in a state of excitement, and at this moment, a fatal vacuum was exposed in their backfield.

Offside trap successfully broken!

Reus shook off Süle's entanglement and charged into the penalty area one-on-one.

The ball traced a perfect parabola through the air, striking Reus with pinpoint accuracy in his running path. The powerful spin caused the ball to decelerate rapidly upon landing—it was practically a divine, effortless shot!

Süle desperately reached out to chase after him from behind.

Goalkeeper Neuer decisively rushed out of his goal, bursting out of the penalty area like a giant bird, spreading his limbs to try and block all shooting angles.

But facing the German goalkeeper, Reus was extremely composed. Instead of unleashing a powerful shot with his right foot, he deftly flicked the ball upwards with his toe, following its trajectory.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect!

The ball obediently leaped into a cruel parabola, just grazing above Neuer's raised arm.

Neuer turned away in despair, watching the ball bounce off the goal line before quietly rolling into the net.

Referee Bibiana's whistle blew sharply, and she pointed firmly to the center circle. Goal!

Immediately afterwards, the two short and one long halftime whistles echoed throughout the Allianz Arena.

Six goals in the first half!

Tens of thousands of Bayern Munich fans were stunned. They hadn't even had time to process the excitement of the previous goal when Reus's last-minute equalizer doused them with a bucket of ice water.

From the very first second of the game, both sides were like two mad bulls, abandoning defense and unleashing all their ammunition on offense.

After the whistle blew, the players, panting heavily, dragged their leaden legs toward the players' tunnel.

Sun Yang pulled up the hem of his jersey, casually wiped the sweat from his face, and strode towards the tunnel entrance.

Robert Lewandowski, wearing the number 9 jersey, happened to be walking beside him. The Pole was carrying his jersey in one hand, his strong, muscular chest glistening with sweat.

"So excited about scoring a last-minute equalizer?" Lewandowski's gaze remained fixed on the goal, his voice cold and hard. "Cherish this halftime score. In the second half, I will personally tear apart your riddled defense."

Upon hearing this, Sun Yang abruptly stopped, turned his head, and returned a haughty sneer.

"Is that so, Mr. Shi Yifeng?" Sun Yang casually tossed the towel he was using to wipe his sweat to a staff member on the sidelines and retorted without any mercy, "Then let's see who breaks through whose defense first."

Leaving behind this menacing declaration of war, Sun Yang strode into the darkened players' tunnel.

Lewandowski was left standing there, clutching his jersey tightly, his eyes burning with an even more intense fighting spirit.