The referee finally separated the players from both sides. Wrightman, whose eyes were streaming with tears from the hit, stood there obediently. The referee explained the call and gave him a warning.

"I'll be watching you. Don't try any more of these little tricks, understand?"

Wrightman nodded repeatedly, trying to fool the referee.

Then he'd find a discreet opportunity to strike!

Now, Arsenal's players were positioned, and a quick throw-in was no longer an option.

Zhao Gang tossed the ball to Zabaleta and stepped onto the field, ready to receive the pass.

As soon as he entered, Zhao Gang jogged towards the center circle. Two Arsenal players quickly followed.

Zabaleta launched a powerful throw. Zhao Gang held his position, showing no intention of stopping the ball. With his back to De Bruyne, he turned halfway and passed the ball to the left flank with one touch.

"His feel for the ball on that pass is just too strong!" Zhan Lu exclaimed. The throw-in wasn't particularly powerful, but Zhao Gang still managed to accurately find the cutting-in De Bruyne directly from the halfway line with a single touch.

De Bruyne received the ball, drawing the defense to the left, while Zhao Gang continued to pull his defenders towards the right.

He was trying to open up the center, creating space for Agüero and Silva.

De Bruyne rarely tries to force a breakthrough or cut inside.

That's not his style.

So, after attracting the defense, De Bruyne passed the ball to the center. Silva received the pass, and Manchester City's defensive midfielders and even defenders pushed up in support.

Meanwhile, Zhao Gang and Agüero kept running, pulling Arsenal's defense apart, trying to find a weak spot.

Manchester City's passing speed was extremely fast, rarely keeping the ball at the feet of one player for more than two seconds.

Through a few quick passes, Arsenal's players finally started to crack.

They were getting frustrated.

They had to defend against the interchanging runs of Zhao Gang and Agüero.

One was actively making runs, while the other was forced to track him, making it mentally and physically exhausting.

"Manchester City's center-backs also have very strong passing abilities, combined with Silva and De Bruyne in the front, it's difficult for Arsenal to win the ball back.

Agüero and Zhao Gang's constant movement is also making it very difficult for Arsenal's defenders. They have to defend against it.

Before, Arsenal could at least compete with Manchester City in the midfield, but now they've fallen into Manchester City's rhythm again. Once any Premier League team falls into Manchester City's rhythm, it's almost like they're in trouble!"

"From this game, we can see that De Bruyne and Zhao Gang can coexist. Zhao Gang's two goals, one was directly assisted by De Bruyne's cross, and the other also came from his pass.

De Bruyne can still do his job very well. The current front-line configuration is even smoother than the first game.

Guardiola must have had a plan in mind when he spent so much money to bring Zhao Gang to Manchester City!"

Zhan Lu analyzed the situation.

He had seen many so-called football analysis videos claiming that Zhao Gang would definitely get lost at Manchester City.

Whether it was De Bruyne or Sterling, they all had very important strategic value to Manchester City.

Zhao Gang would probably only be a substitute and might end up fading into obscurity.

He would have been better off joining a mid-table team like Arsenal or even Everton to gain experience!

After these two games, those video bloggers will probably be tripping over themselves to praise Zhao Gang.

There are always some people in this world who think they know more than everyone else, as if they know more than Guardiola.

Manchester City had completely taken control of the game. Only Fernandinho and the goalkeeper were left behind.

The rest had pushed forward to add firepower.

Wrightman, who was responsible for marking Zhao Gang, didn't dare to tackle at this point. If the referee caught him, he'd be sent off with a yellow card!

It wasn't even halftime yet, and Wrightman was already exhausted.

He was both angry and confused. If Zhao Gang kept running like this, wouldn't he be exhausted by the second half?

Zhao Gang stepped on the ball, grinning as he looked at the sweaty Wrightman.

Wrightman stared intently at Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang's previous two breakthroughs had already exhausted him.

Now, Zhao Gang was starting up again.

Wrightman gritted his teeth and moved in.

A huge cheer erupted from the stands, which could indeed greatly encourage the players.

Even if they were exhausted, it would ignite their fighting spirit.

But this time, Zhao Gang didn't choose to break through.

He saw it.

He saw a line between himself and Agüero inside the penalty area.

Although there were three defenders.

Wrightman, Bellerín, and Chambers.

Zhao Gang only took two steps this time, appearing as if he was going to break through, but in reality, it was a powerful through ball.

It went directly through Wrightman's legs, with incredible speed.

Bellerín and Chambers reacted instinctively, but their outstretched legs couldn't stop the ball.

The football pierced through three layers of defense and reached Agüero's feet in the penalty area.

"Oh!!"

The commentator exclaimed. Although Arsenal's defense was stretched thin,

there were still layers of defense. There were three layers of defense between Zhao Gang and Agüero.

It would be understandable if this was a high ball, but it was a ground ball!

This not only required extremely strong footwork, but also extremely subtle feints and power control.

With so many legs, even if they weren't defending, the ball could easily be intercepted!

Now, in that instant, the ball was already at Agüero's feet in the penalty area.

Agüero had always been strong, but his size limited him. He couldn't push away Arsenal's tall center-back at this moment.

Especially since the penalty area was heavily guarded, and he had his back to the goal, making it difficult to shoot.

Seeing more defenders coming to support, Agüero leaned on the center-back and forcefully passed the ball out with one touch.

He fell to the ground.

Instantly, Arsenal's defenders rushed towards De Bruyne, trying to disrupt his pass or shot.

De Bruyne's passing and vision were indeed unmatched.

He was separated by half the penalty area, blocked by four or five Arsenal players.

He curled the ball up with one touch.

It flew over the penalty area, straight towards the far post!

"De Bruyne's aim is very precise!!"

Arsenal's defenders were first pulled around by Agüero and then drawn to De Bruyne.

At this time, the entire far post was empty!

Leaving only Zhao Gang, who had moved forward after his pass!

No one was defending him!

The football spun as it fell, and Zhao Gang was practically flying.

He raised his right leg, put all his strength into it, and kicked fiercely with the sole of his foot!

Bang!!

"Zhao Gang!!"

"Goal!!!!

The ball is in!! It's in again!!"

Zhao Gang, who had fallen to the ground, jumped up and ran to the sideline, leaping high into the air.

"Yeah!!"

"Yes! Yes!!!"

The Etihad fans went wild.

Violent, brutal.

Cool!

This extreme aesthetic of violence completely ignited the passion of the fans in the stadium.

The blood in these fans' bodies was burning as they passionately and crazily shouted.

"Ooh..." The fans in the stands opened their mouths wide. Heading the ball would have been the most suitable option at that height.

But Zhao Gang was like a flying man, rising from the ground, his body parallel to the ground, violently kicking the ball in.

It was as if he was kicking those keyboard warriors who were spouting nonsense right in the mouth.

Excited fans covered their mouths, held their heads, and stared with wide eyes.

Zhao Gang was no longer as restrained as before. This kick seemed to have broken his seal.

Not only did he leap high, but he also roared loudly, his expression fierce and domineering.

"Now...!!"

The broadcast camera focused on that passionate figure, and the stadium announcer let out an explosive shout, drowning out everyone's cheers.

"Say～his～name!!!"

The rough voice spread throughout every corner of the Etihad Stadium.

"Zh..." The voice in the broadcast had just started.

"Zhao!!!"

The roar of the crowd drowned everything out.

Countless Norwich County fans stood in front of their TVs, raising their hands, their faces flushed, shouting along loudly.

At this moment, all Norwich people dreamed of Carrow Road once again.