Suárez, Uruguay's strongest striker, nearly carried Liverpool to the Premier League title during his time with the club.

Unfortunately, he just fell short.

He was known for his incredible ability to seize opportunities, world-class scoring instincts, and, of course, top-tier diving theatrics.

In reality, his short-range support and playmaking skills were also absolutely superb.

This time, he allowed Neymar to easily carry the ball into the penalty area.

Neymar possesses the delicate footwork and flamboyant personality of a South American player.

With his excellent dribbling ability, he began his performance inside the penalty area.

His feet moved like the wind as he swayed from side to side.

In this position, Manchester City players dared not pull or challenge him easily, as any fall by Neymar would likely result in a penalty kick.

Stones and Otamendi quickly closed in on Neymar, denying him space to shoot or pass.

They forced him to continue to twist and turn, using their numerical advantage to steal the ball.

Neymar seemed to have thought of something interesting, suddenly pulling the ball back and moving it horizontally from left to right. Stones and Otamendi quickly followed.

Then, Neymar quickly raised his leg, feigning a shot. Both Otamendi and Stones raised their legs in response, but Neymar quickly shifted to the right again!

"Neymar! Neymar is inside the penalty area... These moves are exactly the same as when Zhao Gang faced Bonucci and Chiellini! What is he trying to do?"

At this moment, Stones and Otamendi didn't think too much, moving quickly to block him. Otamendi charged forward directly. Neymar raised his leg, his foot passing over the ball without hitting it. Then, he brought his heel down, striking the ball!

Suárez used a backheel to pass the ball to him, and now, after a series of dribbles, he used another backheel. He was performing fancy moves inside the penalty area.

It was as if this wasn't a Champions League knockout match at all, but just a simple La Liga game.

This was his stage!

The ball passed between Fernandinho's legs, who was rushing in from behind!

The timing was perfect.

Fernandinho braked immediately and turned his head.

Messi had already arrived!

Neymar had already drawn the defense in the penalty area.

Now that Messi had the ball, there was a large open space in front of him. Instead of shooting directly, he continued to move to the right, completely shaking off Fernandinho, who was trying to fill the gap.

In the stands of Camp Nou, a large number of fans had already stood up, holding their hands tightly, waiting for the goal to come.

They would give the most grand cheers to the King of Camp Nou!

Messi dodged into position, his face almost expressionless. He looked up at the goal, then lowered his head to look at the ball at his feet.

Bang...

Before Kompany could come up to block him, Messi curled a shot with his instep.

Bravo rushed to the left side of the goal line, but Messi, unsurprisingly, curled the ball towards the far corner.

The upper right corner of the goal!

Bravo was still on his way to the left side of the goal when he suddenly changed direction and flew towards the right.

His reaction speed was undeniably fast, but he had already been faked out by Messi, and now it was too late to make amends!

At Barça, he had faced Messi's shots hundreds of times in training, but Bravo was still easily fooled!

He stretched his body and straightened his arms with all his might.

In the end, he could only fall to the ground in vain as the ball hit the back of the net!

Goal!

One to zero!

Boom...

At that moment, the entire Camp Nou erupted with a deafening roar.

It was like a volcanic eruption.

Barça took the lead!

Messi scored!

These were two moments that Barça fans would smile about even in their dreams.

Messi pointed his fingers towards the sky with both hands and ran towards the outside of the pitch.

Amid the cheers of nearly 100,000 people, Neymar and Suárez ran over excitedly, and the three of them hugged each other.

This famous Barça painting was something that Barça fans would never tire of seeing.

The Manchester City players stood on the field, looking somewhat dazed.

They couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by Barcelona, by the Barça trident, in the Champions League last season.

It was as if yesterday was being repeated, and the miserable and desperate moment was about to come again.

Manchester City players wouldn't be so worried when facing other teams.

But Barça was different. They already had a considerable psychological shadow when it came to Barcelona.

They instinctively felt that it would be difficult to defeat Barça at Camp Nou, and when Messi scored, it seemed to confirm their thoughts.

Kompany kept clapping his hands, reminding the players to concentrate.

It had only been a few minutes; what was the rush?

Hadn't they already prepared for the possibility of conceding a goal and falling behind before the game?

How could their morale be so low after conceding a goal?

Zhao Gang stood inside the Manchester City penalty area and patted Otamendi on the shoulder.

Stones hadn't transferred to Manchester City last season and hadn't faced Barcelona yet, so his morale wouldn't be affected.

Otamendi, as Messi's national teammate, knew Messi's strength very well. He had been humiliated by Messi on the field last season, and coming to Barcelona again, facing Messi, and conceding a goal, his morale was indeed greatly affected.

"We can trust you, right?"

Otamendi saw the trusting look in his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

"Defending Messi is never just one person's job. You're his national teammate, and you know how difficult it is.

I need you to do your best to do your own thing. We trust you, not to stop him, but to know that you won't give up, even if you have to fight to the death to intercept and tackle."

"I can definitely do that."

Zhao Gang nodded, rushed out of the penalty area, and waved to De Bruyne and Sterling, signaling them to rush forward. If they couldn't defend well, they should attack desperately.

"Messi, Neymar, Suárez... This South American trident is truly full of imaginative football geniuses. Barcelona fans are happy, and it can even be said that the entire football world is lucky.

The trend of European football is becoming more and more pragmatic. This kind of creative attack, like butterflies fluttering through flowers, like mercury cascading down, is really becoming less and less common...

In fact, even the connection between Zhao Gang and Agüero or Jesus can be created. It's wonderful, but it's not unique.

But the cooperation between this Barça trident is truly difficult to replicate or surpass.

Manchester City's situation is a bit bad.

Guardiola's new formation can't effectively limit Barcelona's attack."

Guardiola was indeed scratching his head at this time. These three were too strong. In terms of attack alone, this combination was even more terrifying than the Dream Team.

The only way to completely freeze these three was age.

Enrique stood not far away, clenching his fist hard. Being able to defeat Guardiola, his predecessor, was something he would never tire of doing.

The two of them actually had a very good relationship. Although Enrique initially played for Real Madrid, his peak period was spent at Barcelona, and he was teammates with Guardiola.

When Guardiola left Barça, Barça's tiki-taka style was actually past its peak.

The targeted tactics of various wealthy teams against Barcelona made Barcelona suffer.

High pressing had already made it impossible for Barcelona to play with its former dominance.

It was because of Enrique's arrival that he transformed Barcelona, making Barcelona one of the top clubs in Europe again last season.

Barça proactively gave up some possession in exchange for the tremendous attacking power of the front trident, allowing Barça's attacking ability to reach its true peak.

They no longer blindly pursued possession but made the attack more efficient.

After the kickoff at the center circle, Zhao Gang got the ball.

He wasn't in a hurry.

The current Barcelona had changed a lot. Any mistake would leave Barcelona with a good opportunity, putting Manchester City's defense in danger.

After getting the ball, Barça would quickly look for the front line instead of stabilizing possession immediately.

Zhao Gang tried to move the ball horizontally, creating some chemistry between De Bruyne and Jesus.

The two had already had good cooperation in the league.

Jesus could fall back to support, working with De Bruyne to attract enough defense.

But Rakitić and Mascherano's defense on this side was different from in the Premier League.

Although Mascherano was older, his experience and fighting spirit were much stronger than Jesus. He alone could limit Jesus's movement.

Rakitić's restrictions on De Bruyne in midfield were also very tight.

His posture was like that of a desperate warrior. If this continued, his stamina would definitely not last the entire game.

So after De Bruyne got the ball, he couldn't find a way to pass it forward. He was very restricted on the left, and the entanglement between him and Rakitić made De Bruyne extremely uncomfortable.

Zhao Gang glanced at the situation. There was almost no chance on the left, at least not while Rakitić and Mascherano were still energetic.

On the right, Sterling facing Alba, with Piqué helping at any time, probably wouldn't be able to make much of a splash either.

And the center...

Zhao Gang saw Umtiti at that point.

This kid... was physically strong and had excellent defensive ability, but his defensive actions and experience were somewhat lacking, and he often had some bizarre loopholes on the field.

And it was almost impossible for Busquets to restrict Zhao Gang in the center.

So Zhao Gang moved directly from the wing to the center, while Fernandinho retreated behind Zhao Gang.

When Jesus and De Bruyne couldn't play a big role, they could use the strength in the center to force the defenders on the wings to shrink inward and then free up the wings.

David Silva realized Zhao Gang's idea, and the two of them directly started to advance forward in the center.

With David Silva as the supporting player, Busquets couldn't cope with the two of them at all.

The two of them easily crossed the midfield. Busquets stumbled and immediately turned back to chase Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang accelerated again, shaking off Busquets.

He was directly facing Umtiti and Piqué.

At this time, Rakitić and Mascherano were quickly closing in on the center, making the defense in the center more solid.

Zhao Gang carried the ball forward, with David Silva supporting him, and Fernandinho pulling away on the other side. Sterling and Agüero were constantly running.

As Zhao Gang approached the penalty area, he saw the defensive loopholes of Barcelona's two central defenders. He could shoot directly.

However, the chances of scoring were not high.

If they were leading, he could try a shot.

Now that they were behind and facing Barcelona, if they missed such an opportunity, it would be a blow to the confidence of his teammates.

So Zhao Gang went straight for Umtiti!

Umtiti's defense was simple: use his body to squeeze the opponent's space, making them lose their balance and unable to control the ball perfectly.

Wouldn't it be a waste of his strong body if he didn't use it?

The young Umtiti prepared himself. He had heard that Zhao Gang's physical confrontation was very strong. This time, come on!

Umtiti moved forward, preparing to withstand Zhao Gang's impact head-on.

The result...

Zhao Gang poked the ball through Umtiti's legs and then accelerated, slipping past Umtiti, who had braced himself to withstand Zhao Gang's impact.

Umtiti's eyes almost popped out. His first reaction was to reach out and pull Zhao Gang back. He absolutely couldn't let him pass.

But at this time, Zhao Gang's physical confrontation came into play. The jersey was stretched dozens of centimeters long, but Zhao Gang still didn't stop. Then, he slapped Umtiti's arm down and stepped into the penalty area.

Umtiti was stunned for a moment and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Referee!

Referee!

He hit someone!

He directly used his hands to hit someone!

Were you going to do anything about it?

The referee's eyes were fixed on the collision just now.

Since he didn't call a foul on Umtiti, he certainly wouldn't call a foul on Zhao Gang at this time.

Zhao Gang, who rushed into the penalty area, was only left with Piqué rushing to help defend. The remaining defenders were taken away by Jesus, Sterling, and Agüero.

And there were two more desperately chasing back!

In an instant, Mascherano on the wing abandoned his defender and quickly ran towards the penalty area to help defend!

Zhao Gang, facing Piqué and Mascherano's defense from both sides, didn't hesitate at all.

He blasted a shot directly!

Piqué and Mascherano originally had a chance to catch up. They never expected that Umtiti, that thing, would stand there like a wooden stake, waiting for Zhao Gang to run into him?

Had Umtiti's brain been hit by a pillar? How could a defender wait for the attacking player to actively seek physical confrontation?

Even if the other person's physical confrontation was strong, there were other ways to break through. Wouldn't it be stupid to deliberately confront him?

Piqué wanted to crack Umtiti's head open with a hammer to see if there was a brain inside.

Making such a mistake at this position, at this time?

Piqué leaped up, and Mascherano made a sliding tackle directly.

The two of them built two lines of defense in front of Zhao Gang!

This was their last effort!

Zhao Gang blasted the ball with all his might!

The ball passed between the two of them and headed for the goal!

Ter Stegen reacted quickly and flew sideways. With this ball speed, he could only react subconsciously. By the time he saw the ball, the ball had already hit his right hand, changed direction, and soared into the sky.

It smashed directly on the crossbar!

Clang!

Bang!!

Ter Stegen knelt on the goal line, anxiously turned around to look for the ball, grabbed the still bouncing ball into his arms, hurriedly got up, and was about to launch a quick attack!

Beep!!

The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the center circle.

Goal valid!!

Ter Stegen slammed the ball on the ground and went off on Umtiti.

Was that what you called defense?

Were you kidding him?

Zhao Gang shouted loudly, opened his arms, and rushed out of the field. The Manchester City fans who had traveled with the team instantly jumped up excitedly.

"Zhao!!"

"Zhao!!!"

The fans in the stands were shouting like crazy.

It was him again!

The new King of the Champions League!

Super Zhao, who Manchester City could always count on!