Football: I can see player entries

The game was a long one, but the game was a long one.

It was not a shame to draw with Manchester City.

It was even a face-up for the newly promoted team.

Especially when they chose to attack against a strong opponent and achieved this result.

At least the players, fans, and even the on-site commentator thought so.

Only Li Yanqing was still shouting.

"Don't celebrate!"

"There is not much time left, we still have a chance to win!"

Quinn, who scored the goal, was the first to react. He was the first to stop celebrating and then picked up the ball back to the midfield.

If this game ended in a draw, most people would accept it.

But Li Yanqing believed that Nasri would want a victory more.

At this time, Sane was dribbling the ball and trying to break through Miller.

Guardiola did not replace him in the last substitution, but replaced Gundogan who was exhausted before, and let Mahrez go forward.

They also want to win.

Li Yanqing made a misjudgment, but it doesn't matter. Miller still retreated to the left back position to defend, and the response method remains unchanged.

"Pass the ball!"

Mahrez, who had just come on the court, called Sane loudly, and he was eager to score a goal.

Helping the team to kill the opponent at a critical moment can allow him to gain a foothold in the locker room faster.

But Sane continued to fight with Miller as if he didn't hear it.

The former has been playing poorly, and his mentality at this time is also very subtle.

[Lone Wolf] Attack...

This is good news for Burton, because Justin caught up and successfully snatched the ball back.

"Oh!"

Guardiola growled angrily, Sane's behavior completely ruined their chances of winning.

Now they should worry about whether they will be killed!

At this time, there was only half a minute left in the stoppage time, and Justin directly passed the ball to Ibrahimovic in the frontcourt.

However, the latter had no strength left, so he could only protect the ball on the spot, and then pass the ball to the one rushing up...

Baselli?

This scene not only confused Ibrahimovic, but also Li Yanqing and others.

The one who rushed the fastest during the counterattack should not be Baselli.

But this did not affect the rhythm of the attack. After Baselli advanced a little distance, he passed the ball to the nearest Cazorla.

The latter rushed out of the penalty area with all his strength.

All teammates were entangled, and there was no good passing option.

The last wave of attack, and the opponent's players all retreated.

Fernandinho had also stuck to him and kept pulling his sleeves.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot directly!"

Li Yanqing and Lehmann were shouting this.

There was no better opportunity for the time being, even if Cazorla had no time to adjust, he could only choose to shoot.

In fact, they didn't need to remind him. As a veteran, the player himself had this awareness.

Under the interference of the opposing players, he poked the ball out at the last moment before being pulled down.

The ball flew straight to the dead corner of the goal!

"Will it go in?"

"A fateful goal!"

"Ederson can't catch up!"

Will climbed up to the stands, ready to crush the beer in his hand.

The angle of the ball was very tricky, and Ederson was helpless!

Then there was a "bang".

The ball hit the crossbar and flew out of bounds.

Cazorla had tried his best to hit the ball into the goal, but under the influence of Fernandinho, it eventually deviated.

The game was over!

Burton tied Manchester City 4-4.

Cazorla himself was very discouraged. He lay on the ground and pounded the grass.

He has not scored a goal since joining the team, and even has few chances to shoot.

If the ball had gone in, he would undoubtedly have become the club's superhero.

Unfortunately, it was just a little short.

Will looked at the field, then at the beer can in his hand.

Then, he crushed it.

Who said that celebrations are allowed only when you win the game?

They tied with Manchester City, which scored 100 points last season, which is definitely a good record for them.

Li Yanqing clapped his hands helplessly.

They were only a little away from defeating Manchester City.

Even if the ball went down a centimeter, it would have bounced into the goal line.

But he knew that the players had tried their best and could not ask them to do better under such circumstances.

"We should be happy guys!"

"We took a point away from Manchester City's home court!"

"This is not an easy thing to do..."

This is for the players.

For the coach, it is worth being happy that the team has improved a lot after a fierce battle.

Both the overall cooperation and the performance of the players are worthy of praise.

Ibrahimovic came over and patted Casso on the shoulder.

This result is not good, but it is within his acceptable range.

At least the players will not be ashamed to visit Nasri in the hospital.

As for Bradford, David Luiz and other defenders, they were relieved.

This damn game is finally over!

The entire Etihad Stadium now looks very dull.

Except for a few excited and fanatical fans, most people have no expression changes.

Manchester City fans got one point, but it was from the newly promoted team, which means they lost two points.

But they can't blame their own players for their performance.

Of course, they won't applaud for Burton.

Ibrahimovic and Quinn also sat on the court panting.

The former was tired, while the latter was unwilling to give up.

He looked at the opponent's goal, and then tried to find the ball that flew to nowhere.

Of course, there was no result.

"That was a good shot, kid."

Ibrahimovic was referring to the equalizer. He found that many people in Burton admired him.

The Chinese boy in the youth training team, Nasri, Quinn...

They all have a "stubborn" taste.

"I'm still far away."

"If it's really good, I will keep shooting at the goal."

"This sounds familiar..." Ibrahimovic couldn't remember who said something similar to him.

But it doesn't matter, because he likes it.

"This game can prove our strength."

"Next time we meet, we will beat them."

"You can take this news to Nasri by then."

"Why do you say that?" Quinn was a little confused.

"They are still very strong. We can't handle their midfield attack at all."

"Because this is what God said."

"It will definitely come true..."