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

In the final ten minutes or so, under the relentless pressure of referee Clattenburg, the match completely devolved into a meaningless formality.

Zenit's entire team had long been demoralized, their fighting spirit broken, and they were only hoping to minimize their losses. Dortmund also wisely withdrew their attack, playing a steady and methodical game to control the game until the very end.

Three long whistles echoed through the night sky.

The score on the big screen was 3-0.

Borussia Dortmund secured two consecutive victories in the Champions League group stage with ease, taking home six points and leading the entire group.

Sun Yang removed the huge, cumbersome ice pack from his leg and straightened up by supporting himself with the armrests of a chair. He put his arm around Haaland and Reus, who surged forward, and the whole team, with their arms around each other's shoulders, strode towards the south stand, comfortably welcoming the thunderous cheers that belonged to the victors.

The following morning, the front pages of major European sports media outlets were abuzz with excitement.

Kicker magazine lavishly used an entire page to publish a close-up photo of Sun Yang: his right leg was wrapped in thick, exaggerated bandages, while his left foot violently twisted as he unleashed that super long-range cannon shot.

The unconventional, bizarre outward-curving C-shaped line in the image was highlighted with a red line and accompanied by a visually striking bold headline: "Iron Will! Asian Midfield Commander Amazes Europe!"

In the comments section, countless German fans went wild.

"That kid's right leg is definitely made of titanium alloy! If Barrios's kick had landed on my leg, I would have been in a wheelchair on liquid food for at least six months, and he still managed to blast the ball through the door with his crippled leg!"

"Forget about doping tests, just scan his bones with a metal detector!"

Retired legend Michael Ballack couldn't resist and wrote a lengthy analysis of the match in his personal column.

"A few days ago, Matthäus and I gave this young man a lesson in physical confrontation on a local field in Munich. I told him to learn to use his brain, not to be too rigid in his movements, and to leave room for maneuver. As it turns out, Son's learning ability is terrifying. Last night, he was like a shrewd fox, manipulating the Russian defense at will. What's even more frightening is his bloodthirsty desire to win, even when he was playing with an injury. This is the quality that those weak young players lack most now."

On Twitter, Roberto Carlos, the free-kick god who is now retired in South America, also joined in the fun.

He liked the highlight reel of Dortmund's powerful 36-meter shot posted on their official account and casually reposted it, adding a very cool joke: "If I were as tough as him, I could have won the Champions League Golden Boot a lot more back then. Well done, Dortmund's number 10!"

Sun Yang paid no attention to the overwhelming and enthusiastic praise from the outside world.

He was placed under a mandatory "stay-at-home" order by the team.

Early morning, at the Dortmund training ground.

Head coach Terčić stood with a stern face, like a medieval gatekeeper guarding the locker room entrance.

"Put away your pathetic sneakers. Listen, get the hell out of here, your mandatory vacation is in effect." Terzic stretched out his large hand and pointed to the hallway door.

"Coach, my leg is all better now, it doesn't hurt at all. Look, I can even run five kilometers." Sun Yang kicked his right leg and jumped up and down twice in front of the head coach.

"Shut your mouth! Schmidt was sweating bullets when he reported this to me last night. Risk of a bone fracture! In my eyes, you're just a fragile piece of Chinese porcelain now!"

Terzic wasn't buying his tough-guy act at all, yelling down the corridor, "Right now, get that pretty girl in the car and off to the hospital! I need an official report signed by Director Schultz himself. Until you get that, you're not going to touch the grass on the base!"

Unable to fight city hall, Sun Yang had no choice but to get into his girlfriend Catherine's car and head straight for the city.

Inside the orthopedic outpatient department of Dortmund University Hospital.

Department head Schultz pushed up his heavy reading glasses and slammed the newly taken X-ray of Sun Yang's right calf onto the backlight panel.

The cold white light illuminated the stark black-and-white skeletal image. Schultz crossed his arms and stared at the film for a full minute, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.

He then picked up the team doctor Schmidt's preliminary diagnosis report from the table, scanned two lines, and, in a fit of rage, laughed and slammed the report onto the table.

"How much stout did Schmidt drink last night? Was his brain soaked in alcohol? This is severe soft tissue contusion? This is risk of bone fracture?" Schultz turned his head and looked Sun Yang up and down as if he were an alien.

Catherine gripped Sun Yang's arm nervously: "Doctor, is the situation bad?"

"Wow? This is a medical miracle!"

Schultz picked up his pen and slammed it down on the pale skeletal image on the screen: "Look at this tibia. Not only is there not a single hair-thin crack, but its bone density is even denser than that of weightlifting gorillas who have trained for ten years! There isn't even a noticeable edema or fluid accumulation under the skin. Young man, are you sure you were kicked by someone with a shiny shoe sole last night, and not that you kicked a blast door yourself?"

Sun Yang raised an eyebrow without making a sound, but he was secretly overjoyed.

"Maybe it's because I usually drink bone broth like water, plus I've practiced some Chinese Kung Fu with my elders since I was a child, so I'm quite resistant to blows," Sun Yang said, spouting nonsense without batting an eye.

Schultz rolled his eyes and snorted, "Do you really think I've never seen a kung fu movie? But from a cinematic perspective, your leg is perfectly healthy. You could go outside and kick a wooden stake right now without any problem."

Even after quickly obtaining a few medical certificates confirming he was perfectly healthy, Schultz still sternly slammed his fist on the table: "Terčić called me four times this morning, it was like a death sentence. Since the team is giving you time off, you should stay home and do your job for the full week. Young man, sustained high-intensity muscle strain is far more career-damaging than a simple bone fracture."

With this imperial edict in hand, Sun Yang began his time recuperating at home.

The sixth round of the Bundesliga kicks off this weekend, with Borussia Dortmund playing away against newly promoted Arminia Bielefeld.

Sun Yang nestled in the soft sofa as Catherine brought him a plate of sliced ​​fruit salad. The 80-inch television in front of them was broadcasting the match in full view of the outside world, a game that seemed to be a mismatch between the two teams.

However, less than twenty minutes into the game, the match became so boring that it made viewers drowsy.

Bielefeld's manager was a shrewd and pragmatic man; he knew all too well that his mediocre players were doomed to failure by going toe-to-toe with Borussia Dortmund. As soon as the opening whistle blew, they shamelessly deployed a 5-4-1 formation at halftime.

Ten defenders were packed tightly together in the 30-meter danger zone. Even their 1.9-meter center had retreated to the edge of the penalty area to act as a sweeper.

On the Dortmund side, Brandt was appointed to take over Sun Yang's command position in a time of crisis.

Faced with this impenetrable defensive wall, Brandt's fatal weaknesses—his soft playing style and lack of physical strength—were magnified. He relied heavily on finding passing lanes in wide-open transition attacks, but once he got into a positional battle with a numerical advantage in certain areas, his forward passing lanes were completely cut off.

The ball can only be passed sideways and back around the edge of the penalty area; no matter how it's passed around, it can't be put into the core threat zone.

Without Sun Yang's surgically precise long passes, Haaland looked like a polar bear trapped in a shipping container in the penalty area. He was tightly sandwiched between two burly center-backs, both over 1.9 meters tall. Various underhanded tactics, jersey-pulling, and covert shoving were rampant.

The Norwegian striker was so anxious he was jumping up and down, repeatedly gesturing for the ball, but the midfield couldn't deliver a single decent pass.

"They're playing too conservatively. Why are they just skimming around the perimeter instead of taking long-range shots?" Catherine felt Dortmund was playing incredibly frustratingly.

"Shooting requires space to get a foot. This is called low-block, dense defense, which is currently a world-class problem in football." Sun Yang used a toothpick to pick up a piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth, his sharp eyes fixed on the crowded penalty area on the screen.

"Look at the screen, Bielefeld's human wave tactics have completely filled all the spaces in the flanks with a wall of flesh. Not even a fly can get into the penalty area."

Sun Yang pointed at the TV and continued to analyze: "There are only two ways to deal with this kind of super bus. Either you need a winger with explosive power who can use unreasonable dribbling to forcefully tear open a gap in the crowd; or you need someone who can unleash unreasonable long-range shots from the outside to forcefully break through the situation with absolute force. Unfortunately, Brandt is afraid of getting injured, so he doesn't dare to go into that meat grinder at all."

A full ninety minutes of back-and-forth battle saw Dortmund dominate possession but fail to score.

Their possession rate soared to an astonishing 78 percent, and they outnumbered their opponents with a ton of passes, yet they only managed a paltry three shots that barely hit the target.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle, and the score remained a glaring 0-0. The Hornets suffered a shocking draw against a weaker team, managing only a paltry point in a major upset.

Sun Yang turned off the TV expressionlessly and raised his hand to pinch his slightly swollen brow.

The team's over-reliance on its own playmaking has become glaringly obvious. He is also keenly aware that once opponents figure out Dortmund's strategy, their defensive tactics will become increasingly common.