Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

After the second half started, many Tottenham fans had already left.

They came to see the team win, not to see the team get beaten.

If they had this time, they might as well go have a drink.

The players of Tottenham were also in average condition, and they felt that the gap with Manchester City was getting bigger and bigger.

The individual abilities of Manchester City's midfielders and forwards seemed to have become stronger than last season.

At the beginning of the game, Manchester City had the ball.

David Silva received the pass, observed it, and did not pass it back.

Instead, he passed it to the left, looking for De Bruyne.

"In this attack, Manchester City led by three goals, but they didn't slow down the pace and directly looked for attacking opportunities!

De Bruyne, Trippier's defense is good, Zhao!

Alderweireld... was he shaken off so easily?

This shot!

This... are you here to play football?

Alderweireld?

Are you here to make people laugh?

Where is Wanyama??

You are the only defensive midfielder!

Others have been at the front of the penalty area and cut in horizontally for so long, where are you? Wanyama??

Why was the shot not blocked?

Why did the central defender face the frontcourt player directly?

No breakthrough?

Only one defensive midfielder?

Pochettino, what are you doing?

Why?

Three goals have been scored, why is there such a loophole in the defense?"

The Tottenham commentator couldn't understand.

He sprayed whoever the camera was given.

Is this a professional player?

Just Trippier symbolically blocked De Bruyne?

"Another goal! Two goals, scoring is as easy as drinking water!

With a weekly salary of tens of thousands, they are all millionaires, and they play like this on the field.

Let me play!

Isn't it just letting people score?

There is no difference between me and you!

There is a little difference, I only have a weekly salary of 10,000, I am cheap!

Mr. Pochettino, do you think I can do it?"

"I am really impressed."

Zhao Yi stood on the field, clenched his fists and raised his arms hard.

Looking up at the stands, he was full of smiles.

Manchester City players surrounded him.

Most of the Tottenham fans were silent, and a few jumped up and cursed.

"Are you worthy of us??"

"Give us back our money!"

"Stupid Pochettino!"

"Wanyama, you are a pig!"

"Is your cerebellum atrophied?"

"Who are you looking at?"

"Are you defending Guardiola?? Huh???"

"You can't defend Guardiola, you pig!"

"Eat shit!"

The Manchester City fans who were present stood up and applauded and cheered.

They shouted Zhao Yi's name excitedly.

Wanyama and Ali stood together.

Wanyama stuck his neck out and pouted.

Ali lowered his head and kicked the grass.

"What the hell... a future star! A British star!

And 120 million!

What the hell is this!

The offense was intercepted, and the defense couldn't get back to the position.

You are not even as good as Super Zhao."

The Tottenham blogger who was broadcasting live on the Internet looked at Ali and scolded him.

"Little Zhao Yi of White Hart Lane, who gave Ali this name?

You are just a dick.

Waste!

You can't even hold the ball, so people can play with you however they want!

You are a toy!

You are Little Zhao Yi, you are Super Zhao's toy!

I am... I am going to report Super Zhao, this guy brought toys with him when he played!

Fuck, he brought two, one Wanyama and one Ali.

From now on, you two will change your surname to Zhao!"

"You intercepted the monster, he shot, you were seven or eight meters away, who did you intercept?

You intercepted the goal and went to celebrate Zhao?

Ah??

You are Little Zhao Yi of White Hart Lane, you are Super Zhao's dick, you are not as hard as a dick.

Fuck, two disabled people playing football."

Pochettino hugged his shoulders and shook his head.

At White Hart Lane, Tottenham has always been Manchester City's victim.

Since Zhao Yi came to Manchester City, White Hart Lane has become a place where points are given away.

Pochettino replaced Ali, who performed very poorly.

Dell came on.

He formed a double defensive midfielder with Wanyama.

Hope to improve the situation.

The game between the two sides continued.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, look, look, look at Wanyama, what are you doing!

One step over!

Did you have a psychological shadow?

Oh my!

You are pretending to be a professional player!

What the hell is this!

Lori!

You are the father of these people, you know brother!

Without you, Tottenham would have conceded eight goals today!!"

Amid the roar of the commentator, Lori made a high pass and blocked the ball. In the 70th minute of the game, he had saved the ball from Zhao Yi and Aguero.3 shots.

Tottenham's defense was in a state of complete failure.

The midfield was completely out of control.

Being pressed by Manchester City.

Without Ali, Tottenham's offense also stagnated.

Only Eriksen made a long pass to find Son Heung-min.

Kompany and Kyle Walker could easily completely lock down Son Heung-min.

Sissoko also had no performance on the offensive end.

Pochettino's single defensive midfielder tactics obviously failed.

Even if Dell was replaced, Tottenham, whose morale was already low, would find it difficult to organize an effective counterattack.

"Oh? Guardiola made a substitution!

Phil Foden, who is only 16 years old, got a chance to play!

He is the fourth youngest player to play in the history of the Premier League.

He is only 16 years and 143 days old!

A product of Manchester City's youth training, a good player!

The one he replaced was... Zhao Yi.

He and Zhao Yi are less than three years apart, but they feel like players from two different eras.

Many Manchester City fans call Zhao Yi the King of Manchester City.

If Phil Foden can gain a foothold in Manchester City, he should become the prince of Manchester City.

But if Zhao Yi chooses to stay in Manchester City, when the king retires, the prince will be old!

When will the prince take the throne?"

Phil Foden stood on the sidelines, extremely excited.

His little face was flushed and his eyes were shining.

After Zhao Yi left the court, the two of them high-fived and hugged each other.

Come on, kid.

Zhao Yi's encouragement was very helpful to Phil Foden.

Phil Foden, who ran onto the field, was very active and worked very hard.

Unfortunately, he is too young and not very good at physical confrontation, so it is difficult for him to adapt to the rhythm of the Premier League.

He still needs some time to grow up.

"Guardiola has replaced minors, how much he looks down on Tottenham.

Wanyama, if you can't even defend against a child, well, it's okay, I defended it.

Interception monster, change your name in the future, underage killer.

You can only defend against a child!"

"When this child becomes an adult, I guess you can't defend against him.

You have to show yourself now!

You are still counting on this game to increase your value!

Otherwise, how can you sign a big contract?"

"Look... I said he can only defend against minors, right?"

After Silva broke through with the ball, Wanyama was left behind again, and then a straight pass was made, and Sterling shot and scored!

Tottenham, completely hot, the thorns were pulled out cleanly.