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

Manchester City's players returned to the locker room, many still complaining and discussing the offside goal in the first half.

"Shut up, shut up! No talking! Sit down and listen to me!" Guardiola roared.

Tottenham Hotspur was waiting, and Manchester City's players had too many games recently, with some physical problems. The entire first half's offensive and defensive rhythm was also extremely fast, so Guardiola needed all of his players to maintain their physical strength.

These fifteen minutes of rest were crucial.

All the players fell silent. Guardiola's control over the locker room was indeed very strong.

During the battle between the two giants of La Liga, countless people argued whether Mourinho was stronger or Guardiola was.

The merits of their tactics and abilities were never determined, but in terms of controlling the locker room, Mourinho really couldn't compare with Guardiola.

Whether it was Barcelona or Bayern Munich, including the current Manchester City, Guardiola was always the biggest in the locker room.

"That offside goal, I saw it, you, you, you, you saw it, the fans saw it, the commentators saw it, everyone at Tottenham saw it!

But the referee didn't see it!

On the field, the referee is always the biggest, and we can't change his ruling!

Your complaints are useless. Now let me tell you what is useful!

All of you listen up. When you get on the field, concentrate all your attention, grab that damn ball, distribute it to the left and right flanks, and charge! Keep charging! Don't stop for a moment!

Attack the right flank first, and find Sterling if you have the chance!"

Guardiola pointed passionately at the tactical board, constantly pointing at the left and right flanks. "I want to see your passion, your anger! Keep attacking until we lead again!"

"That's why I arranged for you to play. Tear apart their defense and make their defenders fall to the ground in embarrassment!" Guardiola pointed at Sterling. "You're just waiting to receive the ball and shoot?

Then what do I need you for?

Get up there, break through, charge!

Knock them down!"

Pochettino continued to encourage his disciples. His tactics were fine. Son Heung-min would continue to turn their left flank into a sieve.

Kyle Walker's assists, combined with Son Heung-min, would cripple Manchester City's entire left flank!

Regardless of whether the goal was offside or not, if the referee says it wasn't, then it wasn't!

"Walker, keep going forward. If there's an opportunity to attack, plug in immediately! There will be a center-back behind you to cover!

You two, pay attention to Zhao's through balls at all times. If Walker can't come back temporarily and the ball is intercepted, Zhao will definitely look for the loophole behind him as soon as possible. Cover at all times, understand?"

"Go! I want to win! Drag that damn Manchester City down at White Hart Lane!"

...

At the start of the second half, the fans at White Hart Lane cheered. Their team was playing with character and hadn't been suppressed by Manchester City.

Moreover, there were several very good chances, almost breaking the deadlock.

They had a great opportunity to win the game!

If they didn't give all their enthusiasm to the players now, when would they?

Neither team shrank back to defend.

According to the two coaches' arrangements, Manchester City and Tottenham Hotspur continued to break through on the flanks, constantly looking for opportunities.

Walker was already like a winger, charging up like crazy to find opportunities.

Sterling also began to get opportunities to receive passes from Silva, sticking out his butt, using all his strength, and using his speed to attack Tottenham's left flank.

The scene was extremely exciting.

"Manchester City has strengthened its attack on the right flank. Sterling's possession time is obviously longer in the second half, while Tottenham is also choosing to continue their fierce attack on the right flank.

The defensive pressure on both teams' left flanks is very high!

The teammates in the center are constantly moving closer to their left flanks to increase their defense.

This game is indeed very intense and very good! The players on both sides hardly stop for a moment, and the physical exertion is also very high!

Playing like this is very unfavorable to Manchester City. The physical fitness of Manchester City's players is still much worse than that of Tottenham.

However, Zhao Gang's physical fitness seems to be well-preserved. He hasn't had too many offensive opportunities during this period. As for defense, he has the help of his teammates, Fernandinho, and even Gundogan will come to help defend.

Is this Guardiola's tactic?"

Tottenham's Son Heung-min's cross from the bottom was kicked out of the baseline by Gundogan, whose range of movement was very large.

Corner kick.

Elkeson directly took the free kick and found Kane in the center.

Kane rose from the crowd and headed the ball towards the goal. Under Otamendi's interference, the power was slightly weaker. Bravo took the ball without any pause and threw it directly to Zhao Gang on the outside.

Zhao Gang almost didn't stop the ball, kicking it with a big foot towards Sterling, who was sprinting.

Sterling's speed was indeed fast.

The attack and defense of the two teams were also extremely fast. Just now it was Tottenham's attack, and in the blink of an eye it became Manchester City's counterattack.

The colors on the field were distinct, moving quickly, to Tottenham's half.

Sterling carried the ball and charged all the way into the penalty area. Under the interference of the defender, he couldn't shoot comfortably, but he still tried his best to kick the ball towards the near corner.

Lloris, who was focused, blocked Sterling's shot with one foot.

Corner kick, another corner kick.

The corner kick taken by Zhao Gang was headed out by Kane, who had already retreated to the penalty area!

Silva on the outside received the ball and quickly lobbed it into the penalty area, intending to continue creating chaos.

Walker headed it out again.

Zhao Gang and Son Heung-min charged towards the landing point almost at the same time.

This excited the Korean fans.

"The two major stars of Korea are facing off again!"

"Son Heung-min!" The Korean commentators weren't shameless enough to say that Zhao Gang was Korean, and were now desperately cheering for Son Heung-min!

"Son Heung-min is beautiful! He snatched the ball!"

Zhao Gang's high ball grabbing has always been at the entry level...

After Son Heung-min got the ball, seeing Zhao Gang rushing towards him, the opportunity to perform came again!

Manchester City's corner kick attack meant that Manchester City's players hadn't settled down yet, and there was a large gap behind Zhao Gang!

At this time...

Facing Zhao Gang's close defense and pressing, Son Heung-min kicked the ball hard towards the front without thinking, and then moved forward. He was directly bumped by Zhao Gang, and Son Heung-min was squeezed out of the sideline, but he accelerated his sprint!

Whoa!!!

Seeing this scene, the Tottenham fans instantly clamored!

Because this ball reminded them of Tottenham's former trump card, Bale!

Bale's best skill was speed, and the most exciting scene was overtaking on the wing!

The scene of Bale overtaking Bartra on the wing in the Copa del Rey final against Barcelona was exactly the same as now!

The classic was about to be staged again!

Although Son Heung-min couldn't compare to the peak Bale, he was also a fast horse on the wing, and speed was also his specialty.

"Son!!!"

The fans' heart-rending roar rang out at White Hart Lane.

Surpass him, run seventy meters all the way to score, and you are our hero!

In the eyes of these fans, although Zhao Gang was strong, how could his speed be a match for Son Heung-min?

Zhao Gang couldn't defend against it at all in the first half, so how could he do it now with speed?

This time, this Dragon Country teenager was going to become Son Heung-min's background!

Son Heung-min was on the outside, Zhao Gang was on the inside, and there was a large plain in front of them. As long as Son Heung-min could surpass Zhao Gang and continue to move forward with the ball, no one could stop him!

A real one-stop show!

"Son Heung-min's speed is indeed very fast, and Zhao Gang is still a bit slower in terms of speed alone." Zhan Lu watched nervously. If this ball was forcibly overtaken by Son Heung-min and he rushed all the way to score, it would be a devastating blow to Manchester City and Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang was likely to suffer a blow to his confidence as a result, and might even become the target of ridicule from the media and fans.

Both of them used all their strength. Son Heung-min almost crushed his teeth, and his speed reached the extreme, but he found that Zhao Gang on the inside had not been completely overtaken by him!

What was going on?

How could his speed be so fast?

Son Heung-min went around a small half circle, and Zhao Gang sprinted straight.

Bang!!

When the two were about to approach the ball, they collided heavily.

Son Heung-min flew up into the air and rolled several times on the ground, clutching his chest, his face in pain, and pounding the ground hard.

Zhao Gang was also staggered to the ground by the impact. The impact was too strong.

"Ouch, this speed... defended it!! Zhao Gang!!!" Zhan Lu really didn't expect that Zhao Gang could keep up with Son Heung-min, and at the last moment, when Son Heung-min wanted to overtake, they collided heavily!

The fans at White Hart Lane instantly let out huge boos and curses.

Zhao Gang fell to the ground, and without hesitation, he stood up again, quickly ran towards the ball, and started a counterattack with the ball.

The members of Manchester City and Tottenham Hotspur were putting all their strength into rushing towards Manchester City's half, and at this moment, they turned their heads and rushed towards Tottenham's half again.

Most of the fans at White Hart Lane stood up, madly scolding Zhao Gang and the referee.

"Huh?? Isn't this ball calling a foul on Zhao for hitting someone like that!" Henry asked curiously.

"Oh? Is this ball a foul??" James asked knowingly, waiting for Henry's program effect.

"Of course it's not a foul, I'm mocking the referee, didn't you understand?"

"Hahaha..." James slapped the table happily. The two sang in harmony, acting even better than the referee.

Son Heung-min was still on the ground, not getting up, clutching his chest, glanced at the referee, and found that there was no whistle. Seeing that Zhao Gang had already run away with the ball, it was too late to chase him now, so he could only lie there, pretending to be pitiful, waiting for the audience to morally condemn Zhao Gang!

"Oh my god, this power!! This speed!!"

"Awesome!!"

"He wasn't thrown off by Son Heung-min, he directly carried Son Heung-min away!"

"Foul, foul, red card!!"

"Go to your mother, you big idiot!"

"Don't play football, go play marbles!"

Zhao Gang, who got the ball, quickly moved forward. At this time, the offensive and defensive transition meant that Tottenham's defense was unstable.

The players on both sides were a little confused by the offensive and defensive transition during this period.

Some of the players from Tottenham were even arguing with the referee from a distance at this time.

Even if it wasn't a foul, Son Heung-min was already injured, wouldn't they stop the game?

The referee ignored it and continued to stare at Zhao Gang dribbling the ball.

There was no defender in front of Zhao Gang at all, and he charged all the way into the penalty area with the ball.

Tottenham's center-back finally rushed over. Kyle Walker couldn't come back.

He was conscientiously implementing Pochettino's tactics and had already launched an attack. How could he have time to run back at this time?

When Tottenham's center-back rushed over, Tottenham's defense had completely collapsed!

Zhao Gang directly lobbed the ball over Aguero and the Tottenham players who were defending Aguero.

Several people watched helplessly as the ball flew to the far post.

There was a happy boy with his butt sticking out, who looked like he had taken an aphrodisiac, twisting his body and flying up, heading the ball!

Lloris, who had performed quite well, reacted quickly enough this time, but the ball was too fast!

The ball slammed into the goal!

The happy boy really became happy, opened his arms and ran to the sideline, swish, a beautiful sliding knee.

Guardiola stood on the sidelines, staring at the referee with a calm face.

It wasn't until the referee pointed to the center circle that he clenched his fist and let out a sigh of relief.

The Tottenham players all rushed towards the referee, with Kane rushing the most fiercely.

He pointed at Son Heung-min in the distance and kept complaining and shouting.

He was hit like that, isn't it a foul? He was sent flying!!

Of course, they couldn't complain that Son Heung-min was injured and the referee didn't stop the game, because that was useless.

At that time, Manchester City had already launched a dangerous attack, and the referee would definitely not stop the game.

They could only complain that Zhao Gang fouled by hitting someone.

The Tottenham fans' veins bulged as they took off their clothes and put pressure on the referee in the stands.

Pochettino complained to the fourth official, "Look, look, is the referee blind?"

"Wouldn't you call that?"

The referee raised his hand, stopped the Tottenham players, his face solemn, and pressed his headset.

"Oh? Is the referee going to watch VAR?" Zhan Lu looked at the referee's gesture, a little worried.

Sure enough, the referee ran to VAR.