After Arsenal took the lead once again, Manchester City kicked off from the center circle.

At this point, Manchester City had to press forward with all their players; they had no other choice.

If they couldn't score, they would lose the championship.

Manchester City had been on a winning streak throughout the season, and all the Manchester City players would find it unacceptable to fall in the final match.

Arsenal quickly retreated to defend. Sanchez, Giroud, and Walcott were no longer acting as forwards.

All of Arsenal retreated to their own half, just like after they scored in the first half.

Even with one less player, Manchester City continued to attack Arsenal's defense during this period.

Unfortunately, the effect wasn't great; Arsenal's players were positioned too densely.

"Ten minutes of stoppage time. The entire second half of the match has been quite chaotic, and VAR also delayed the game for a few minutes, so the stoppage time is relatively long. Manchester City's attacks come one after another, but it's difficult for them to get the ball into the penalty area!"

"Arsenal has retreated across the board. Can Manchester City still find an opportunity in such a short time?"

Monreal headed the ball out of the penalty area. Ramsey, having just received the ball, didn't hesitate and kicked it straight into Manchester City's backfield.

Ramsey, who usually liked to dribble and attack, didn't even think about attacking when he saw Manchester City's players pressing. He just wanted to delay the time.

Stones stood at the center line, quickly retreating to prepare to take the ball.

Bravo waved his hands vigorously, telling him to attack, attack!

Bravo left the penalty area, quickly ran to the rolling soccer ball, and passed it long to Stones.

Loud applause and cheers resounded throughout the Emirates Stadium.

As the match time dwindled, Arsenal's fans seemed to see their players lifting the trophy and celebrating with passion.

The Manchester City fans who had traveled with the team sat there, swinging their legs, biting their nails, and anxiously watching the field.

Aoli stood there, hands on her hips, then scratched her hair, bit her lip, and grew extremely impatient.

There wasn't much time left.

Was Manchester City really going to fail?

Unbeaten in the Premier League, crushing all their opponents, only to have this happen in the final?

What to do, what to do?

She put her hands together to form a megaphone shape, shouting with all her might, but her shouts were drowned out by the intense sounds of the Emirates Stadium.

Kompany couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and paced back and forth in the locker room, reaching out to touch his chin, then shaking his hands in frustration, squatting down, and hitting his head hard.

The League Cup wasn't a particularly significant trophy, but it was because of him, because of him, that the trophy slipped away.

"This result is still a bit surprising. At this point in time, Arsenal is actually leading Manchester City. With only three minutes left in the game, is Arsenal really going to give Manchester City their first defeat in England?" Henry watched the situation on the field, analyzing it with a calm expression.

But his heart was in his throat, watching Zhao Gang constantly distribute the ball to Sane's breakthrough on the wing, and Walker's cross.

Every time, it made him worry.

If one of those went in and the game went into extra time, it would be difficult for Arsenal.

Henry rarely had such tense moments. He really hoped that Arsenal could win this championship.

He was even praying that Manchester City's attack wouldn't score, wouldn't score!

Mertesacker and Monreal kept heading the ball out, then clearing it with long kicks. Henry's heart would calm down a little, but soon, Manchester City would besiege again, and Henry would instantly become tense.

Hurry up and end, end it!

On the field, Sane suddenly broke through, followed by a cross. Jesus squeezed into the penalty area and jumped up with force, but the ball was still headed out by Mertesacker.

Jesus covered his head, sighed, gritted his teeth, and became unusually annoyed.

If Wiltig hadn't stopped the game, Manchester City should be leading now.

At the very least, it would be a tie.

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs."

The ball that was headed out of the penalty area was taken down directly by Fernandinho. Arsenal's players quickly counter-attacked, after all, this was in front of their penalty area, the space was very small, even if the tackle failed, there would be others to quickly fill the position.

Fernandinho passed back to find Zhao Gang.

Sanchez and Walcott quickly rushed over to intercept.

It didn't matter if they couldn't steal the ball, the key was to delay Zhao Gang's pass and delay Manchester City's attacking time!

"Arsenal's defense is very determined! In the last minute or so, Arsenal's players have burst forth with all the fighting spirit in their bodies! Zhao Gang!"

"Zhao Gang didn't pass back, he went straight through the two players' sandwich!

A bit staggering... his stamina may still be a bit lacking, but he still got through!!

Forcing his way through Sanchez's interference and obstruction, breaking through the defense!"

Sanchez's core strength was top-tier among the Premier League's forwards. At this time, his and Walcott's closing didn't stop Zhao Gang's pace.

Zhao Gang, who broke through directly along the center road, quickly changed his step frequency and body center of gravity. Facing Arsenal's very layered defense, after he broke through Sanchez and Walcott's defense, he dribbled and charged!

Xhaka, a midfielder with good organizational and attacking abilities, was a bit lacking in defense.

Facing the accelerating Zhao Gang, he couldn't keep up at all. He wanted to cooperate with Ramsey to stop Zhao Gang, but Zhao Gang took a step ahead and poked the ball out, speeding past Xhaka from Xhaka's right side!

Ramsey, who was rushing over from the left, was directly blocked by Xhaka, and neither of them could organize Zhao Gang's advance in time!

Bellerin, who was tracking De Bruyne, saw this situation and didn't hesitate to quickly go over to fill the position, hoping that Holding could stop De Bruyne.

"Zhao Gang! Nutmegged Bellerin! Stoppage time is already up, but at this time the referee won't blow the whistle. Manchester City's last attacking opportunity!

When this attack ends, the referee will blow the whistle to end the game!

Manchester City only has one attacking opportunity!

Zhao Gang!" Zhan Lu's voice rose to its highest pitch.

Throughout the live broadcast room, countless comments floated up.

"666666!"

"666666!!"

"Get hyped!"

"Charge, charge!"

Throughout the Emirates Stadium, in Manchester City's away section, all the fans stood there, clenching their fists, covering their heads, without saying a word.

They just stared straight at the field.

In the locker room, Kompany propped his chin with one hand, sitting there expressionlessly. Seeing Zhao Gang take the ball and dribble past Bellerin, rushing towards the penalty area, he involuntarily slowly stood up, hunching over, not daring to breathe loudly, staring intently at the screen.

Inside the penalty area, Jesus kept running, pulling the defenders, and also looking for opportunities for himself. He shrank his neck, watching Zhao Gang with the ball.

Holding pounced directly, poking at the soccer ball and kicking at Zhao Gang's right foot at the same time.

Even if he didn't poke the ball, he would knock him down outside the penalty area.

But Zhao Gang's step frequency changed too quickly. When Holding took a step forward, his entire center of gravity was difficult to recover.

Zhao Gang took a step directly, hooking the ball and going around him from behind.

"Zhao Gang has entered the penalty area! There's a chance to shoot directly! Holding's defense interfered a bit, he needs to adjust!"

Zhao Gang, whose footing was a bit unstable, saw his teammates running and also saw Mertesacker's defensive cover.

He could only adjust and keep the ball under his control. Mertesacker quickly blocked Zhao Gang's shooting and breakthrough route.

The space inside the penalty area was too small, it was almost impossible to pass the ball to Jesus, who was being tracked by Monreal.

Passing it out of the penalty area to De Bruyne would directly lose this attacking opportunity.

Arsenal's defense could be rebuilt!

"Is there a chance, is there a chance!"

Facing Mertesacker, Zhao Gang didn't have much opportunity to hesitate. Holding, who had been passed, and Xhaka, were both approaching at speed!

Mertesacker looked nervous, constantly moving his legs, swallowing his saliva, slightly bending over, shaking his center of gravity.

As long as he stopped him, Arsenal's championship would come!

He looked at Zhao Gang, who was expressionless, and suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He didn't understand, he had stood his ground, blocking his shot, his teammates were rushing to surround him, and the routes of Manchester City players in the dangerous area of the penalty area had also been cut off.

Why was there this empty feeling?

He could only force a shot!

There was no other attacking route!

Where was the loophole?

Mertesacker couldn't find the route he should be worried about.

The Zhao Gang in front of him, gently raised his foot, and the soccer ball was directly picked up by him.

Mertesacker, who was rushing over, looked up and watched the soccer ball take flight.

Picking the ball over someone at this time was impossible.

Mertesacker himself had stood his ground, and the distance from Zhao Gang was very close. Zhao Gang had no chance, no space to pick the ball and get past his defense.

This ball could only be resolved by Ospina rushing over from behind!

Mertesacker watched the trajectory of the soccer ball, and his heart, which had just been put down, immediately rose again!

Zhao Gang's picking route wasn't to get past him, but directly picked it from the left side to the right side.

Mertesacker's heart tightened, and he lunged towards the soccer ball!

The soccer ball changed position. During the process of falling, Zhao Gang suddenly turned around, his body directly resisting Mertesacker, and at the moment of completing the turn, he also squeezed out a very small angle!

Monreal, who was rushing over, raised his foot. Before the soccer ball landed, Zhao Gang directly volleyed it!

Bang!

Mertesacker was at the near post, Monreal was at the far post, and Ospina was focused, preparing to block the center.

The soccer ball passed through Monreal's legs, heading towards the far post!

Ospina waited for the soccer ball to come over, and waited for the soccer ball to crash past the goal line beside him.

He had no reaction at all.

Two to two!

Equalizer!

Heartbreak!