"Manchester City's running is so smooth, the fan is completely open!"

Zhao Gang got past Inler, encountering Drinkwater's block in midfield. Unfortunately, one person's defense was too weak for Zhao Gang. With just a change of direction and acceleration, Drinkwater was left staggering, unable to keep up with the rhythm.

"Three-on-two, three-on-two in the frontcourt!"

In Leicester City's backfield, only two center backs remained. Manchester City's Sterling and Aguero had already charged forward. Zhao Gang also had Gundogan and Zabaleta quickly supporting him from behind. De Bruyne was also rushing forward from the left. Leicester City's attacking players sprinted back with all their might.

They only needed a few seconds to get back on defense.

This situation was simply a godsend for Zhao Gang.

Leicester City hadn't given him this kind of opportunity the entire game. This time, due to the attacking pressure, a huge flaw appeared in the backfield.

The two center backs tried to block Zhao Gang, at least to buy some time until their teammates could support them!

The magical captain, Morgan, faced Zhao Gang head-on, while Huth watched Zhao Gang's possible passing routes from behind.

Morgan retreated all the way, keeping a certain distance from Zhao Gang, not daring to press him. In this situation, as long as he got too close, Zhao Gang would get past him in one step.

Morgan was experienced in defense and knew Zhao Gang's speed too well.

He completely left the left wing open, blocking Zhao Gang's central breakthrough and the passing route to the right.

As expected, Zhao Gang followed the route Morgan had envisioned, shifting his center of gravity to the left wing, taking a touch, and accelerating to the left.

Huth, who coordinated well with Morgan, moved forward immediately, and Morgan also shifted laterally quickly.

The two completely blocked Zhao Gang's breakthrough.

He couldn't squeeze into the center, and there was no passing space on the right, so he could only take the ball to the left, all the way into a dead end, and finally pass it back to De Bruyne, while Leicester City's defenders had already arrived.

Although it was three-on-two, Zhao Gang had fallen into a trap and driven the ball into a dead end!

"You're not so good either!" Huth fiercely blocked the route, seeing the choice, and shouted out, both to boost his own and his teammates' confidence and to interfere with Zhao Gang.

This kind of trash talk can sometimes have a significant impact on opponents. If they encounter someone who is eager to win, they will definitely rush over with extra force, be intercepted by Huth, and even take an unreasonable shot.

In order to prove themselves, many players will make wrong choices.

But Zhao Gang would not be affected by this kind of thing at all. Trash talk would only let him see the other party's fear and lack of confidence.

Huth and Morgan stared at Zhao Gang, seeing him rushing fiercely to the left, preparing to force his way through the gap they had left.

The two immediately moved their feet to close the door, firmly locking Zhao Gang's breakthrough route!

The three almost collided at the same point. Huth shouted, no chance, right?? Huh?

"Hey!!" Inler, who was sprinting back desperately, was almost out of breath, but he could still shout.

Morgan was stunned. At this moment, Ranieri was also shouting and jumping. Morgan glanced...

Damn, where's the ball??

Zhao Gang, who rushed over, had no ball under his feet at all.

The two were too concerned about Zhao Gang as a person and didn't notice that the ball under their feet was still in place and hadn't been brought over by Zhao Gang at all.

Morgan looked up, and Gundogan had already taken the ball, pushing it hard. Morgan could only fly in a tackle with impotent rage, two meters away from the ball. Unless he was a rubber man, there was no way to touch it.

Inler, who had run back, stopped next to Gundogan. There was no need to chase anymore. Aguero received the ball, facing Schmeichel one-on-one. They could only see the goalkeeper struggling to fly up as the ball slammed heavily into the net.

"This goal is in again..." The Leicester City home commentator lamented.

"Huth, Morgan, too focused on Zhao, holding back a surge of energy, wanting to prove their defense, especially Huth...

These two are already watching the person and not the ball. Closing the door did block Zhao's breakthrough, but they didn't block the ball. What can they do? Aguero scored on a counterattack, and Manchester City took the lead. With ten minutes left, does Leicester City still have a chance?

Attack, attack!!"

The commentator's heart was bleeding. They scored a goal first, a dream start. After Huth gave away a penalty, Leicester City's defensive counterattack was very good.

The previous wave of strong attacks almost led to them taking the lead again, giving fans hope that a miracle would be born.

Just a little bit short, a little bit!

As a result, they became careless, thinking they could defeat Manchester City, and everyone attacked. The defense wasn't in place, and they were penetrated by an efficient counterattack!

One moment in heaven, the next in hell!

"Leicester City's defense has done its best, and there is no criticism of the players' attitude. They have exhausted their physical energy. Zhao's speed is too fast, Inler's tactical foul didn't succeed, and Drinkwater's speed couldn't keep up either.

It's not that they didn't want to defend, they have done their best.

Alas... if Morgan, if... we can't ask for too much. Who could have imagined that Zhao's courage would be so great, leaving the ball in place and letting Gundogan take it away.

Although they were tricked, it can also be seen that Huth and Morgan have a defensive attitude. Their attention was completely on Zhao."

Leicester City's players lowered their heads, somewhat frustrated.

And in the stands of the King Power Stadium, some fans were holding their heads, almost crying.

If that goal had been scored just now, Manchester City would not have had a chance to counterattack.

They should be leading now!

They are about to end Manchester City's longest winning streak at the start of the season, while bringing the score closer to one point!

The beautiful and inspiring Premier League fairytale will continue!

With ten minutes left in the game, Leicester City's players lost some of their fighting spirit, especially the transition from heaven to hell, which was unacceptable to them.

The entire King Power Stadium was a bit silent.

"Dilly... dilly..." In an inconspicuous corner of the southeast stand, a faint voice sounded, like the ticking of a clock.

Among a group of sitting fans, a lonely figure stood there, raising his arms and clapping his hands.

His mouth made onomatopoeic words that sounded a bit ridiculous.

In full view of everyone, he was not timid, keeping a straight face, clapping his hands, like a lone warrior.

Beside him, the fans who had been silent seemed to be summoned and slowly stood up.

The first, the second...

"Dilly..."

"Dilly..."

Like a spring breeze blowing, the withered grass all over the mountains and plains awakened.

The fans of the entire stadium formed a deep blue ocean.

"Dilly..."

"Dilly..."

"Dilly..."

"Dong!!!"

That fierce and uniform roar, like a drum hammer hitting the hearts of all the players.

Schmeichel, who had fallen to the ground, got up, and Morgan, who was lowering his head in frustration, raised his head and looked at the deep blue.

Leicester City's players looked up one after another, and shouts came, and the frustration on their faces disappeared.

Their blood was pumping.

Zhao Gang and his teammates stood together, and this second-to-last Premier League stadium size erupted into the most brilliant and shocking performance in the entire Premier League.

The Foxes, never give up!