The Stamford Bridge, singing loudly just moments ago, fell into a deathly silence.

Patches of fans covered their mouths, unable to believe what had happened.

Fans stared blankly at the pitch, watching the Manchester City players rushing like madmen toward the young man who had fallen and then scrambled up to charge toward the away fans' section.

A small number of Manchester City fans were infected by this goal.

They had been tensed up, craning their necks, praying for a miracle.

The moment the football rolled into the goal, all the Manchester City fans spread their arms, raised their hands, and shouted wildly.

Guardiola, hunched over and staring, no longer remained silent as he had after the previous goal. Unable to contain his excitement, he ran along the sideline, shouting.

Conte, usually extremely irritable, didn't get angry this time, nor did he lash out at the players' defense.

This time, Cahill and David Luiz's defense had been good enough.

Conte had a fiery temper, but he wouldn't lash out without reason.

This goal had nothing to do with Chelsea's defense.

Cahill had stuck so close that he was directly knocked over. Conte really couldn't find any fault with Chelsea's players' defense.

An Asian player, with such speed, such impact, and physical confrontation reaching this level?

There was nothing to be done; it wasn't due to a failure in tactics.

Abramovich, who had been standing there waiting for victory, sat down silently, gazing at the young man celebrating passionately, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

If he had been bought over at that time, with Chelsea's current lineup and tactics, the team that would be at the top, making people despair, would definitely be the Blues.

What a pity, what a pity.

"Charge, charge! Manchester City, charge!"

"Zhao!! Score another one! One more! We're going to win!!"

The Manchester City fans in the stadium were shouting wildly. They had been silent since Manchester City was tied, listening to the songs of Stamford Bridge. Their strength was weak, and their voices were drowned out when they tried to cheer for their team.

At this moment, the Stamford Bridge fans were like mutes.

They had equalized against the wind!

All the Manchester City people stood up at this moment.

Zhao Gang, it was him again, delivering a key assist when the fans were about to despair, crushing Chelsea with one kick at the last moment, making all Manchester City people go crazy again.

"This physical confrontation, balance, facing Cahill, he plowed in like a small tank, completely losing his center of gravity, and still able to hook the ball and shoot!

Generally, players would just take a desperate shot when facing the goalkeeper at that time. They would never think of hooking the ball to find an angle, nor would they have the ability to hook the ball!"

"It's also impossible for ordinary players to squeeze in forcibly when facing the defense of two center-backs!"

In the Dragon Country's live broadcast room, there were only 666s, mixed with curses and praises.

At this moment, no one knew what words to use to describe this time, this adjustment and shot under such confrontation.

One in a million, unstoppable.

This kind of ball not only requires physical confrontation, but also perfect technique, and a flash of inspiration.

Even Zhao Gang himself would find it difficult to replicate successfully again.

Manchester City had been almost completely suppressed by Chelsea's counterattack for the entire game.

No one would have thought that Zhao Gang's first goal would come so quickly and easily, and no one would have thought that Chelsea's counterattack would turn Manchester City into a sieve.

In the end, even fewer people would have thought that Manchester City would fight back and equalize the score!

Chelsea failed to seize several opportunities and paid a heavy price.

The Manchester City players on the sidelines formed a circle and hugged Zhao Gang, while Cahill lay on the ground inside the field, not planning to get up.

He felt that his age shouldn't allow him to be overturned like this.

He was in his prime, how could this happen?

This was unreasonable!

Courtois squatted on the goal line, his face ugly. He was just a little bit away from catching the ball.

As a result, this guy was still able to adjust.

He was about to fall, but he could still forcibly adjust and shoot.

Sure enough, this guy wasn't European. Newton's laws couldn't control him.

After the Manchester City players stabilized, the kickoff was taken from the center circle.

The stoppage time was almost over. After Chelsea kicked off from the center circle, the players were in high spirits and no longer defended slowly as before.

They wanted to use the last chance to score a decisive goal.

Hazard, Pedro, and Costa charged forward like madmen.

Hazard dribbled the ball and charged fiercely, his chassis low and his center of gravity also low. At this time, he gathered all his energy and successfully dribbled past players one after another.

This caused cheers and loud singing throughout Stamford Bridge.

Hazard became more and more courageous as he fought. After breaking through, he chose to cut inside again. At this time, he could no longer see his teammates.

At this time, he only wanted to score a decisive goal!

Hazard, who had reached the edge of the penalty area, suddenly raised his foot and shot. The football went towards the far corner.

Bravo was very focused and jumped up, punching the football out with both fists.

Zabaleta received the ball and passed it to Zhao Gang.

The Chelsea players retreated quickly, preparing to defend.

Zhao Gang received the ball and started charging forward without hesitation.

Fabregas, who rushed over, had just approached when Zhao Gang's sprint directly knocked Fabregas to the ground, rolling around.

"Manchester City's fast break! Zhao Gang takes the ball, Fabregas's defense is very… very amateur! Zhao Gang is still moving forward, Manchester City, Manchester City! Will it…" Zhan Lu stood up excitedly.

Guardiola on the sidelines almost popped his eyes out, clenching his fists so hard that his nails were digging into his flesh.

Charge!

Charge!

Beeeeep! Beeep! Beeeeep!!

Zhao Gang stopped with the ball near the center line, looking at the referee in confusion.

Guardiola looked like he had lost tens of millions of pounds and was about to take off on the sidelines.

He roared, his face red and his neck thick, losing his composure extremely rarely.

What the hell is this??

At this time, you blew the whistle to end the game??

The fourth official stopped Guardiola, seeing that he looked like he was going to fight.

Aguero and Fernandinho ran to the referee. The referee's whistle meant the end of the game, there was no doubt about that.

But was it too abnormal to blow the whistle at this time?

They were counterattacking, and it was very likely to score, and you blew the whistle?

The referee stretched out his hand, nodded, and pointed to his wrist.

The stoppage time had exceeded two minutes, and there was no problem with blowing the whistle to end the game.

Zhao Gang stood there with his hands on his hips, feeling that something was wrong.

The Premier League wouldn't do this kind of thing, would they?

In order to keep the suspense of the championship, he intentionally or unintentionally signaled the referee to target Manchester City slightly.

Manchester City had not received a single penalty in fourteen games this season, which was too different compared to the past, and the number of penalties was ranked second to last in the Premier League. It seemed that there was indeed a problem.

The Manchester City players were a little depressed, and the Chelsea players were even more depressed.

They had already defeated Manchester City, but they woke up again.

In the first and second halves, Costa had one goal ruled out for a foul and one shot that grazed the post.

If either of these two balls had gone in, it would have been fatal to Manchester City.

As a result, Manchester City stubbornly equalized the score, and at the last moment, judging from that posture, they might even have overtaken!

The Manchester City players left the field, and Guardiola stood on the sidelines, no longer as angry as before. He had seen this kind of thing a lot. The reason why he showed that state was that he was indeed angry, but the bigger reason was to put pressure on the referee and the Premier League so that Manchester City could play more smoothly in the future, and so that some people would not dare to target Manchester City openly.

Guardiola put his arm around Zhao Gang and smiled so wide that his mouth almost split open, constantly rubbing his head.

You're really a genius, completely different against Chelsea and Burnley.

Chelsea was not only more perfect in terms of tactics, but also had a strong momentum. This was their most difficult game in the recent intensive schedule. As Zhao Gang said before, it didn't matter if they lost a game.

Guardiola was very open-minded when he saw that they were two goals behind. He didn't expect that they would equalize!

The Chelsea fans found it a little difficult to accept that they were still leading by two goals with only a dozen minutes left, and that they would be equalized at the last moment.

They had obviously defended very well, but this was the result.

The cooked duck had flown away.

Now they understood why so many coaches wanted to buy Zhao Gang before he even landed in the Premier League.

Abramovich had also tried to trade several times.

At that time, the Chelsea fans were clear that the team's problem was not the players, but the coach.

Therefore, many fans were talking to Abramovich in various ways, hoping that he could find a suitable coach, instead of spending tens of millions of pounds to scratch lottery tickets.

Abramovich did indeed do it, finding a coach suitable for Chelsea, allowing Chelsea to burst out with even stronger combat power and be in the first echelon of the Premier League.

However, if he had brought this guy to Stamford Bridge at the same time, wouldn't he be much more useful than Fabregas?

Wouldn't they be taking off directly now?

Conte, facing the reporters, seemed a little helpless, "We have done our best, my players have played a very intense game according to my arrangements.

None of them made any mistakes, and I am proud of them.

Finally…" Conte frowned, tilted his head, and froze in front of the reporters.

The scene was very silent and awkward, and the reporters didn't know if they should say anything.

Conte, facing the reporters, was still thinking about the previous game. Finally, he realized that he shouldn't be distracted on this occasion, "I still don't understand how he was able to adjust and shoot in that situation at the end. I don't understand how he knocked Cahill over. How he exerted force in that small space… I can't understand."

Guardiola didn't have any doubts. Facing the reporters, he spread his hands and shrugged, "That's how it is. Zhao will bring us some unexpected goals and surprises. I'm used to it, and you may need to slowly accept it.

Delph's performance was very good. I don't know if he will start. It depends on his own condition. He is very hardworking and positive. Gundogan's injury still needs further observation.

I am very satisfied with our current position. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how many people want us to lose, we still persevered."

The Manchester City media was not disappointed with the result of this game.

Playing away, facing Leicester City and Chelsea in a row, with League Cup and Champions League matches, Silva was injured under this schedule, and Gundogan was also injured. The injury problem may not be over yet.

It was already quite difficult for Manchester City to equalize at the last moment away and take away one point.

"The tired Manchester City is still moving forward!"

"It's that man again, saving Manchester City once again!"

"A true superstar, equalizing against Chelsea!"