Guardiola adjusted his emotions and continued to gesture to his disciples.

His rich body language gradually dispelled the dark clouds in the hearts of the Blue Moon fans.

Gesturing wildly.

Like the conductor of an Etihad concert.

Pa!

He accidentally kicked the mineral water bottle on the ground towards the Chelsea coaching bench.

The originally serious-looking Guardiola instantly clutched his bald head in annoyance, bent over, and trotted forward to apologize.

"The game resumes, Manchester City restarts from the center circle."

"Chelsea didn't continue their high press. Tuchel pays great attention to the players' physical distribution at different times of the game."

"Manchester City's advancement is very smooth. The passing and controlling system also has high requirements for the players' mentality. The disadvantage of being behind hasn't dampened their morale."

"..."

"De Bruyne and David Silva have switched positions!"

"The two wingers have pushed up to the front line!"

"Fernandinho and Kompany have moved forward!"

"Manchester City's formation has now become 2-4-4!"

"Can they equalize the score at the end of the first half?"

It was still smooth passing and running cooperation, positional rotation, and vertical zipper-like attacks.

This caused a group of Middle Easterners wearing headscarves in the VIP stands to clap their hands in appreciation!

They just loved this highly watchable and strong football style!

The beauty of the Blue Moon must be comparable to the Louvre Abu Dhabi and the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque!

Thirty-meter area.

Right half-space.

David Silva received a pass back from Kyle Walker.

Facing the three-man encirclement of Cahill, Fabregas, and Rudiger.

The Blue Moon's spatial magician exploded with power.

Sinking his shoulder and changing direction.

Twisting and turning.

His feet were blossoming with artistry.

Under the spotlight, his shining bald head was dazzling!

Unfortunately, he was ultimately getting old.

"He can't get past them! The opponent in front is Cahill!"

"No! He wants to shorten the distance between Chelsea's center-back and full-back!"

"There's a large gap on the outside!"

"Wow!"

"Crowded!"

"He can still pass it out!"

"Kyle Walker!"

Kyle Walker was feeling great. In the past at Tottenham, it took a local 3v3 to create this kind of opportunity in the combined side and half-space!

As a result, after coming to Manchester City, David Silva, who was no longer at his peak, could do this kind of thing alone.

Receiving the ball.

Continuing to rush forward.

End line.

Cutback.

The ball skimmed along the grass towards the top of the penalty arc.

De Bruyne happened to appear in that position.

With a light push.

The ball passed through David Luiz's legs!

"David 'Let-it-through' Luiz!"

"Aguero!"

Pa!

To the left of the penalty spot.

The ball bounced off Aguero's left foot and deflected into the net.

Caballero anticipated the direction at the last moment, but his body was half a beat too slow.

1:1!!!

Etihad Stadium boiled at this moment!

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

"The King of the half-space! David Silva!"

"His exchange with De Bruyne disrupted Chelsea's defense!"

"The latter sent a fatal pass, and Aguero sealed the deal!"

"At the end of the first half, the Blue Moon equalized the score!"

Aguero opened his arms, roaring as he ran towards the corner flag area.

Celebrating passionately!

The home fans instantly erupted with a vast momentum!

The Etihad, which had been destroyed in their hearts, re-coagulated as if time had been reversed.

David Silva ran to the sidelines and embraced Guardiola.

The two bald heads leaned together in the background of passionate cheers.

How should I put it?

Although the bald David wasn't at his peak, Guardiola had given him a lot of inspiration in the half-space.

The last season was stumbling and bumpy.

This season, it was approaching completion.

Li Kang touched Caballero's bald head to show his comfort.

Then, he picked up the soccer ball and ran to the center circle.

In his vision, a light blue No. 21 jersey slowly emerged.

David Silva.

The Spatial Magician module that hadn't been triggered for a long time.

Copy!

The soccer ball was placed back on the center circle line.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

"The Premier League referee team is strictly implementing FIFA's new rules."

"After a goal, the ball must be placed back in the center circle before the whistle can be blown to end the first half or the whole game."

"The Bundesliga referees resolutely refuse to implement it..."

"The first half is over!"

"The two sides have temporarily tied 1-1, and the outcome is still full of suspense."

"Audiences, please take a short break. Next, let's go to a commercial break..."

The players from both sides walked off the green field.

Aguero glanced at David Luiz provocatively.

There was no conflict.

The frizzy-haired player had already suffered enough beatings from society during this historical period, and his personality was calm and increasingly composed.

That's right.

It was accumulation.

However, Fernandinho couldn't help but curse at Diego Costa, and complained to the fourth official that he had been pinched on the butt and stepped on the heel in the first half...

Manchester City's locker room.

Guardiola dragged out the tactics board, moved a few pieces, and then began to gesture wildly.

He didn't know why, but his coaching career at Bayern and Manchester City was becoming more and more pure.

There were no off-the-field tricks.

He was very purely explaining the tactical adjustments for the second half.

Of course.

He didn't forget to encourage his disciples.

"Do you know why I always mention Messi?"

"If he were our teammate tonight, Chelsea would have already lost three goals!"

"Why three goals? First, look here, that chance not long after the start of the game, if Messi had the ball, how would he have handled it..."

The Manchester City players: "..."

The Manchester City management was very friendly, as can be seen from the detail of the away team's locker room.

Other clubs liked to make the away team's locker room very small and simple.

But Manchester City wouldn't.

The only Premier League club with the same configuration for "home and away locker rooms."

They didn't play off-the-field tricks.

The renovation of the two locker rooms was also done together.

Chelsea's locker room.

Tuchel sighed a few times, "Plans can't keep up with changes," and then called Li Kang aside.

The two began to gesture and communicate the adjustment details for the second half.

Dino took notes seriously.

After a while.

He then passed the adjustment plan on to the players.

While urging the starting players to take the time to massage and rest, he urged Morata to warm up on the field and find his shooting touch.

Morata was very confident, saying that he had a shooting touch twenty-four hours a day.

No one blamed Caballero.

Manchester City's attacking firepower this season was beyond doubt. Maybe some Big Six teams would be beaten by him 4-0, 5-0, or 6-0 after a while.

Etihad Stadium gradually regained its hustle and bustle.

Fans of other clubs who came here would often curse: "f**k…"

The fifteen-minute half-time break ended quickly.

The players from both sides stepped onto the green field again.

"Good evening, viewers, welcome back."

"We are now broadcasting the second round of the 2017/18 Premier League season."

"The second half of Manchester City versus Chelsea."

"Tuchel took the lead in using the first substitution."

"Morata replaces Diego Costa."

"This is a like-for-like substitution."

Beep!

With the referee's whistle.

The second half began.

Chelsea's possession.

Morata kicked off and passed back to Li Kang.

The moment Li Kang received the ball.

A system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding, it has been detected that Morata's friendliness towards you has reached the maximum value and has overflowed...]

[Blue Bond: Legendary Connection Lv3!]

[Bond effect: Your analytical ability in the opponent's danger area has been improved, and Morata's left and right foot shots have been slightly improved.]

[The effect is only effective after the two are on the field at the same time.]

[The initial establishment of the bond will restore some of your abilities to their best state. (Currently invalid for the game)]

Max level of friendliness?

Overflow?

The bond established at the beginning was Lv3?

However, the effect of Lv3... can only give Morata a "slight improvement in his left and right foot shots?"

The Manchester City players, who had been conserving their energy, launched an intense high press at the beginning of the second half.

Chelsea's midfielders and full-backs were not in a hurry.

In 2017, Guardiola and Tuchel had very similar time plans for the situation on the field: for the first fifteen minutes of the second half, it was all about pressing you!

Pa!

Pa!

Pa pa!

Li Kang, Fabregas, and Kante passed the ball continuously to dissolve the pressure and attract the tilt of Manchester City's high defensive line. Finally, with a long pass, they transferred the ball to Azpilicueta, who was sprinting forward at high speed on the right wing.

This guy was not slow and was known as a jack-of-all-trades.

He was a well-known winger in the La Liga and Ligue 1 eras.

Mourinho once said: "I like players of Azpilicueta's type. It would be a wonderful thing if a team had 11 Azps."

At the same time.

Li Kang also ran towards Manchester City's backfield.

As soon as he stepped into the thirty-meter area.

A blue line spread out from God's perspective!

The analytical ability brought by the blue bond!

He couldn't help but sigh: Morata's head was so smart.

In his vision.

David Silva's phantom reappeared.

Spatial Magician.

No action bonus.

The triggered effect: was the understanding of the side and half-space areas.

"Azpilicueta has no chance on the right."

"Pass the ball back to Fabregas."

"Chelsea reorganize their attack."

"Pass it back to David Luiz again."

"Ground transfer to the left wing..."

"Are Li Kang and Hazard's positions overlapping a bit?"

Kyle Walker agreed with the commentator's thoughts.

He quickly blocked over with Fernan