Huth, seeing that the referee wouldn't change his decision, had no choice. He stood in front of Aguero, incessantly talking to distract him.

"You're just a liar!"

"Man City can only score with penalties!"

"Without the referee, you'd lose badly!"

Aguero remained unmoved, placing the ball.

With a whistle from the referee, all players except Aguero and Schmeichel left the penalty area.

A deafening chorus of boos echoed through the King Power Stadium, as the fans behind the goal jumped and shouted, trying to unsettle Aguero.

"Let's see, Aguero starts his run-up, no feints? Goal! No hesitation at all, a powerful and direct shot! Schmeichel guessed the right direction, but the shot was too high and fast, almost impossible to save!"

Man City equalized in the thirty-fifth minute.

Aguero, who had been extremely irritated by Huth's niggling fouls for over half an hour, finally released his frustration.

He ran to the sidelines, celebrating passionately, his neck seemingly thicker than before.

"Penalty team!"

"Referee team!"

The most extreme fans shouted angrily, not caring whether the penalty was justified or not; as long as it was a penalty, it meant the referee was favoring the opponent.

Such shouts could infuriate players. These extreme fans would say anything to throw them off balance.

"Man City has equalized. After a series of passes and pulls, Leicester City's defense had been nearly perfect, blocking almost all of Man City's shooting angles.

Man City's Zhao Gang finally delivered a deceptive through ball, penetrating the defense through the middle. Huth's pull on Aguero in the penalty area led to the penalty call.

If Leicester City wants all three points, they will have to commit more troops to attack. This might cause problems in defense."

"Actually, Leicester City should be able to accept a draw. But they scored first, and their mentality might have changed. Man City isn't that great, their defense isn't solid. I think they'll likely push forward."

Leicester City clearly intensified their midfield pressing, increasing the difficulty of Man City's attacks.

In the remaining time of the first half, the two sides exchanged attacks and defenses for several rounds, but the score remained unchanged.

Back in the locker room, Guardiola repeatedly emphasized the problems with the defense, stressing vigilance above all else.

Leicester City's counter-attacks were fast, precise, and extremely aggressive. They couldn't afford to be careless.

While attacking, they had to constantly watch the opposing attacking players' movements. If there were any mistakes, they had to immediately retreat and defend.

"We've come this far, every victory is creating new history!

Leicester City is only one step away from us. Give me your all, shake them off, and let Leicester City, let the entire Premier League, feel powerless, despair!"

At the start of the second half, the two teams' tactics remained unchanged, with Man City, playing away, still taking the initiative, and Leicester City defending and counter-attacking.

In the Premier League, whether at home or away, Man City almost always dominated the game.

This created a very strange scenario: Man City, dominating possession and searching for opportunities, but not many truly threatening shots.

While Leicester City, on the defensive, would enter Man City's dangerous area after a few simple passes, creating three-on-three or even outnumbered situations, making spectators' hearts pound.

It seemed that Leicester City's attack was more threatening and could score at any moment.

This was the difference in the two teams' styles. Man City rarely had the opportunity to launch a counter-attack in this game. If it were Man City's counter-attack, the scene would be even more dangerous and exhilarating.

In this game, Leicester City's players defended very well, running extremely actively. Sometimes, when Man City launched a counter-attack, it would be quickly disrupted by Inler and Kanté's tactical fouls.

Kanté's defense was not only reflected in interceptions but also in nipping potential threats in the bud.

Guardiola kept staring at Kanté's movements, constantly thinking, if this agile and hardworking player joined Man City, what position would be best for him?

In the second half, Kanté was still like an unkillable cockroach. In the first half, he liked to sneak attacks on Zhao Gang, but in the second half, he directly targeted Zhao Gang.

His defense against Zhao Gang was already very successful.

His short legs moved incredibly fast.

Apart from being a bit short and slightly weaker in physical confrontation, he had almost no shortcomings.

He couldn't completely limit Zhao Gang on his own, of course, but with Inler's cooperation, their defense against Zhao Gang was very effective.

It was difficult for Zhao Gang to pass the ball at the best time.

Kanté's ability to provide support, cover, and even one-on-one defense was outstanding.

Especially his stamina and attitude, which were superb.

If there were eleven Kantés running around on the field, then the opponent would never score a goal, they would be exhausted to death.

Gündoğan, Zabaleta, and Sterling started to pass the ball on the right. Zhao Gang rarely had time to relax, and Kanté was always wandering near him, on high alert.

Zhao Gang wiped away some sweat, looked at the serious Kanté, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, praising him, "Brother, awesome!"

Hearing Zhao Gang's words, Kanté grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth, his face full of honesty.

"fu*kyou, fu*kyou."

……

Zhao Gang opened his mouth, damn it, I praised you, and you curse me, and I can't even talk back. If I were any more polite, I would have to reply, "No need to fu*k?"

What kind of accent is that?

Seeing that Zhao Gang didn't respond, Kanté, who was very well-behaved, thought that Zhao Gang hadn't heard him. How could that be? Zhao Gang had praised him, how could he let Zhao Gang think he hadn't responded?

That would be too impolite.

So, Kanté trotted up to Zhao Gang, raised his voice, and smiled honestly.

"fu*kyou!zhao!!!zhao!!!fu*kyou!zhao!!"

Zhao Gang's face was about to crack. Ah, good, I heard you, brother.

Please don't thank me, oh my god!

The players on the field were sweating profusely. This was Leicester City's most difficult game. Their counter-attacks had been launched several times, but they were a bit unlucky, and Man City's defense was quick enough, so no goals were scored.

This was also the most difficult game Man City had played in the league, even more tiring than the one against Tottenham.

Leicester City's players covered an incredibly long distance, and their counter-attack effect was also very good. The two full-backs and Fernandinho were so tired that their chests felt like they were on fire. Every time Man City was hit by a counter-attack, these three people would sprint like they were in a 100-meter race. Only those who have actually played full-back can understand this kind of terrifying exhaustion.

Some people think that full-backs just need to stand in the backcourt, wait for the opponent's winger to break through, and defend.

People who haven't played football will never know how tired full-backs and covering defensive midfielders are, especially when facing a counter-attacking team like Leicester City.

When attacking, they need to go up to support, otherwise, their teammates in the frontcourt will yell and scream, where are they, where are the people who are supposed to be supporting our attack?

When defending, they need to use all their strength to rush back, otherwise the two center-backs will point at their noses and scold them and all their ancestors.

Amidst the loud cheers of the fans at the King Power Stadium, Leicester City's attacking firepower slowly increased.

They realized that Man City's attack didn't seem to be that threatening, and the initial goal of a draw could no longer satisfy them.

They were second in the standings, and if it weren't for Man City, their opening points would be the best in the entire Premier League!

And this was their home game, of course they had ideas!

As they committed more to the attack, Man City's defense became even more shaky. Mahrez and Brighton began to take turns attacking Man City's left and right flanks.

In the seventy-fifth minute, Mahrez broke through Kolarov with a series of stepovers, then unleashed a powerful shot, a small-angle shot!

And he curled it towards the far corner. Bravo blocked the near corner, but it was too late to save it.

Stones, standing on the goal line, jumped up subconsciously and headed the ball out!

The fans at the King Power Stadium covered their mouths and heads, sighs rising all around.

Bravo was stunned for a moment, and quickly returned to his position.

Kanté stopped the ball on the edge of the box and passed it to Inler, who wound up and fired a shot!

This time, Bravo was finally not just a bystander, and at a crucial moment, he leaped up and blocked the ball.

Man City's defense was now in a bit of a hurry. Not only Aguero, but Zhao Gang and De Bruyne had all run back.

The football didn't fly far, and the middle was a mess. Vardy touched the ball first and shot, the football flew up, Bravo, who was lying on the ground, had no time to stop it, and watched the football fly towards the goal.

Bang!

The moment Bravo fell, Otamendi had run to the goal line, and headed it again!

He headed the ball straight out, and Zabaleta didn't hesitate, kicking the ball out of bounds.

Otamendi, Bravo, and Stones bumped fists with each other, and Zhao Gang, Aguero, and a few others bumped fists together.

Good defense!

Several defenders, their eyes almost glazed over, were panting heavily. This wave of attack had really scared them into a cold sweat.

Guardiola stood there, shouting and clapping his hands hard, beautiful, strong! Just like that!

Ranieri's expression was twisted, extremely frustrated.

It didn't go in!

If that had gone in, it would have likely created a miracle, breaking Man City's winning streak. Even if Man City could score another goal, they would at most be able to leave with a draw.

Some fans had already knelt down, was even God not helping them?

With such consecutive shots on goal, the goalkeeper was powerless, and two center-backs were able to clear the ball off the goal line!

At this time, scoring a goal would almost be the end of Man City!

"Oh, Mahrez, Inler, Vardy! Consecutive good chances, all miraculously defused by Man City!

This kind of clearance really has a certain element of luck!"

With the speed of these shots, the defenders, who couldn't use their hands, were completely relying on their subconscious instincts to head the ball out.

"Oh, watch Man City's counter-attack!!!"

The Leicester City players, who had gained confidence and were pumped up, took a throw-in and surrounded Man City once again.

They weren't being cautious and preparing to retreat quickly at all times.

Zhao Gang, who had retreated, suddenly poked the ball away from Kanté's feet. Kanté quickly pounced on it, but Gündoğan passed the ball back in advance.

Zhao Gang dribbled and passed the ball in one motion, turned around, and broke past Inler. Inler pulled him, but couldn't hold on…