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

At this moment, Allianz Arena seemed to have been suddenly muted. There wasn't a single shout from the stands; only the giant screen above the stadium silently replayed the footage from just moments before.

The multi-camera, high-definition slow-motion footage meticulously dissected that inhuman shot. Sun Yang contorted his body into an exaggerated inverted C-shape in mid-air, his right foot striking the ball with devastating force, precisely hitting the center of the ball.

The ball had absolutely no spin, completely defying the laws of aerodynamics, and like a tomahawk missile with a trail of flame, it smashed straight through the net.

The broadcast camera panned across the usually arrogant Bayern Munich South Stand. Countless die-hard fans, oblivious to the fact that their beers had spilled all over them, stood with their mouths agape, completely forgetting that just two minutes earlier they had been belting out an extremely insulting chant.

On the field.

Neuer remained frozen in his position, looking back at the ball, for a good ten seconds before he finally reacted. The seasoned German goalkeeper sprinted into the goal, scooped up the ball, and kicked it forcefully toward the center circle, his frustration impossible to conceal.

Lewandowski walked up to Müller and, through gritted teeth, swore in a Polish accent.

"This is unbelievable, it's completely beyond the realm of common sense."

Müller, frustrated, ripped open his jersey collar and gasped, "Damn it, Robert! We were like that twenty-year-old was walking a dog on the pitch today. No matter how you pass, he knows exactly where you're going to kick it with his eyes closed."

Head coach Flick stood at the edge of the control area, his hands listlessly tucked into his pockets. He no longer waved his arms or shouted tactical instructions.

He glanced at the big screen in despair.

6:3.

With only two precious minutes left in stoppage time, Bayern's so-called elite status is utterly meaningless in the face of this suffocating deficit.

The remaining time became pure garbage time. Bayern players were like wilted eggplants, losing all will to fight, and Dortmund also knew when to quit while they had the upper hand, with the whole team leisurely passing the ball around in their own half.

Referee Bibiana glanced down at her watch, then put the whistle in her mouth and blew the final whistle—one long and two short.

The 2020-2021 German Super Cup season has officially concluded.

Borussia Dortmund thrashed the seemingly invincible Bundesliga champions Bayern Munich 6-3 away from home.

The moment the whistle blew, Haaland roared like a raging Nordic bear. He strode across half the field to Sun Yang, hoisted him onto his broad shoulders, and excitedly ran across the grass, wildly waving his fists at the die-hard Bayern fans outside the field.

A makeshift podium was quickly set up in the center of Allianz Arena.

Due to the public health event, everything was kept simple. A German Football Association official, holding the transparent MVP trophy symbolizing the best player of the match, walked directly to Sun Yang and handed it to him.

Sun Yang accepted the heavy trophy and raised it high in salute to the stands. Two goals, three assists, and seven successful steals – a truly terrifying statistic. Tonight, he displayed a dominant performance on both offense and defense.

Just then, Reus changed into a brand-new championship commemorative T-shirt, his right ankle wrapped in a thick, glaring ice pack, and limped onto the podium with the help of two team doctors.

Seeing this, Sun Yang decisively took half a step back while holding the trophy, giving the absolute center position on the podium to the eternal spiritual leader of the Yellow and Black Army.

Royce grabbed Sun Yang's arm, his eyes red-rimmed, and roared, "Kid, what are you hiding for! This is honor we fought for together. Come on, let's lift it up together!"

A shower of golden confetti exploded in the sky above the Allianz Arena.

Royce and Sun Yang each gripped one side of the silver trophy, and, facing the blinding spotlight, forcefully raised it high above their heads.

Specially made non-alcoholic champagne was sprayed everywhere like a waterfall. Sancho and Bellingham, those two clowns, each carrying an oversized bottle of champagne, chased after the whole team, giving them a crazy baptism.

On the bus back to Dortmund overnight, with the excitement of winning the championship still lingering, head coach Terčić patted the bus door and announced a ruthless decision: the entire team's vacation was canceled.

Three days later, in the third round of the Bundesliga, they will host Freiburg.

October 3, Signal Iduna Park Stadium.

Even with crowd control measures in place, the 15,000 die-hard fans in the stadium still turned the entire stadium into a boiling ocean with a terrifying roar comparable to an earthquake.

At the pre-match press conference, Freiburg coach Streich confidently assured that he would prepare the highest level of cage tactics for Sun Yang tonight, and would not give the newly crowned double MVP any comfortable chance to get the ball.

however.

Just five minutes into the game, Streich’s so-called ironclad defense was completely torn to shreds.

The opposing team fielded two burly defensive midfielders, who tried to harass Sun Yang relentlessly in the center circle. But Sun Yang didn't play by the rules at all.

Instead of getting bogged down in the middle, he calmly retreated to the front of his two center-backs. This was like setting up a fortified position in an absolutely safe zone.

The real show begins in the eighth minute.

Sun Yang leisurely received a pass on the left side of his own half. Two Freiburg defenders, their eyes red, rushed in just a meter in front of him, but Sun Yang didn't even look up to check the attacking third.

God-level talent, hits exactly where you point, triggers in all directions!

Modric's outside-of-the-foot technique, full throttle!

The ball drew a strange and beautiful outward-spinning arc in mid-air, directly passing over Freiburg's entire midfield defense, even flying past the opponent's left-back's head, as if it were equipped with a full-map satellite guidance system, landing precisely at the feet of Sancho, who was making a high-speed run down the right flank.

Sancho controlled the ball, then cut into the penalty area like a sharp knife, calmly slotting it into the far corner past the panicked goalkeeper.

The ball went into the net.

1 is better than 0!

As the match entered its 22nd minute, Freiburg's nightmare continued.

Sun Yang received the ball at the edge of the penalty area. He glanced at the goal out of the corner of his eye, then raised his left leg high behind him, his entire body stretched out like a recurve bow, resembling Batistuta's powerful cannon about to be unleashed.

The three Freiburg defenders in the penalty area were terrified. Without thinking, they all fell to the ground and made desperate sliding tackles, hoping to block the cannonball with their bodies.

Just when everyone thought it was another stunning long-range shot, Sun Yang casually lowered his left leg and subtly flicked the ball with the tip of his right foot.

Extreme rhythm changes!

The three defenders slid far away like three rags, and could only watch helplessly as the ball obediently rolled into a large vacuum on the left side of the penalty area.

Haaland, who was already eager for the ball, rushed over and unleashed a brutal left-footed shot.

The net tumbles. 2-0!

Coach Streich, standing on the sidelines, was completely stunned. This was a contest from a completely different level. Sun Yang's masterful ball control and terrifying passing vision had Freiburg's entire defense completely bewildered.

They thought they had defended against heavy artillery, but they couldn't stop this surgical pass.

In the forty-first minute, another disaster struck.

Sun Yang was cornered near the right corner flag. Facing a fierce double-team from two Freiburg defenders, he turned his back to the defenders, deftly pulled the ball back with his right foot, and followed up with his left foot.

Zidane's Marseille turn was incredibly smooth and fluid, like a Dove chocolate bar!

He slipped through the narrow gap of less than half a meter between the two burly defenders, stopping and turning as he went, like an eel.

After breaking into the penalty area, facing an open goal, Sun Yang did not try to score, but instead delivered a low cross.

Haaland, at the far post, grinned broadly and easily tapped the ball into the empty net.

3 is better than 0!

In just one half, Sun Yang effortlessly racked up three brilliant assists. He alone completely shattered Freiburg's mental defenses on the pitch of Signal Iduna Park.