It is a massacre. Not for the Shaolin team—for the ball. The ball becomes a guided missile. A goalkeeper catches a shot and flies backward into the net, taking the crossbar with him. A header from the "Iron Head" brother cracks the goalpost in half.
Fung is a wreck. Once the most accurate striker in Hong Kong, he was betrayed by his protégé, the villainous Team Evil captain, Hung. His knee was shattered. His career ended. Now he limps through life, drowning in cheap tea and regret. shaolin soccer part 1
Twenty years ago, a film premiered that broke more than just the box office. It broke the laws of physics, shattered the conventions of sports dramas, and introduced the world to a concept so absurd it could only be genius: combining the spiritual discipline of Shaolin Kung Fu with the sweaty, muddy, tactical warfare of professional football. It is a massacre