Juventus, after taking their positions, did not retreat across the board; Higuain continued to roam in the front.

Dybala, on the other hand, retreated very deep to assist his teammates in defending against Zhao Gang.

Manchester City's attacking ability on both wings was strong, but they struggled because Juventus' defense was indeed solid enough, making it difficult to create good opportunities.

Jesus, in particular, was very awkward playing on the wing and almost invisible, and De Bruyne's crosses also lost their effectiveness.

Juventus' defense had successfully cleared twenty-seven crosses throughout the game.

Only a few through balls were able to reach Aguero's feet, but they were all intercepted.

Time passed little by little, and Manchester City's attacking pace did not slow down.

Juventus, with their focused minds, had players on the back line drenched in sweat.

Every time they successfully disrupted Manchester City's attack, whether it was a threatening attack or not, the teammates would give each other high-fives for encouragement.

Buffon kept clapping his hands, shouting loudly to encourage his teammates.

We are about to face Manchester City and take a victory at the Etihad!

Hold on!

Juventus withstood Manchester City's continuous siege, and when the game reached the eightieth minute, Higuain also retreated back to defend.

At this time, Juventus had given up counterattacking and was preparing to hold on to the game!

Once Manchester City's attack failed and Juventus gained possession, they would use all kinds of methods to delay time.

For throw-ins, Juventus players would continuously exchange players to throw the ball; for goal kicks, Buffon would hold the ball, observe for a while, then set the ball down, signal everyone to come forward, and finally kick it out with a long pass.

Delaying time is frustrating, but there's nothing you can do about it; it's a loophole in the rules.

And Juventus, as a team, rarely delays time.

Today, after taking the lead, they unusually started to delay.

Manchester City fans booed a lot, but the Juventus players didn't care at all.

These old foxes are very experienced; they would even look for opportunities to have physical contact with Manchester City players, and it would be best if they could start a fight!

Although the Manchester City players were a little anxious, they did not lose their composure and start fighting because of the Juventus players' actions.

"Juventus is really going to win!"

"Manchester City, finally lost!"

"Let's see what those traitorous Manchester City fans have to say, haha..."

"Lose, lose quickly!! I don't believe they can still come back!!"

"Alas, Manchester City's curse; they can't move past the quarter-finals. What can be done!"

"There's still the second leg!"

"They can't even beat them at home, what are they going to do away?"

"Juventus' defense is really awesome; if Zhao Gang hadn't gotten lucky with one, this game would be completely over!"

"Juventus' defense is the Italian national team's defense; Pjanic and Marchisio in midfield are good at both attack and defense. In the next game, they'll continue to resolutely defend and counterattack; Alves and Mandzukic, Little Magic Fairy and Higuain, won't they kick Manchester City's defense to death??"

"At this rate, something really might happen!!"

"King of the Champions League? Broke Ronaldo's record? Is that it? Scoring goals in the group stage, then failing in the knockout stage??"

"I knew it; this guy isn't a Juventus fan; he's a Ronaldo fanboy!! Because Zhao Gang broke Ronaldo's record??"

"No wonder there have been so many haters of Manchester City recently; is that what's going on??"

"Get back to your master!!"

"Damn it, definitely not a CR7 fan; Messi's fans are making awkward digs here!!"

"???"

"Luo Three Votes!!"

"Mei Ru??"

"Guo Jingjing of Diving is first, and Aweiluo is second!"

"Quitter Dwarf is first!!"

……

In the stands of the Etihad Stadium, the annoyed Manchester City fans were already cursing.

"Cowardly Italians, cowardly Juventus!"

"They're really just old ladies!"

"Turtles! Bastards! All they do is turtle up and defend!!"

"Delaying time!"

"Trash!!"

"Shameful!!"

"The face of Serie A; all they can do is pile up in the penalty area??"

"Are you guys even capable? A bunch of men playing soccer like this??"

The leading Juventus players didn't care; winning was the key.

You shout, you curse, you're the ones who are breaking down.

You're the ones who are anxious.

If Manchester City were leading, would we play like this?

Have the ability to turn the game around!

The Juventus fans sang loudly, and it even rhymed.

"We are in the lead!"

"Manchester City is crying!"

"We will take the victory!"

"Leaving behind embarrassed Manchester City fans!"

"Our dream has come true..."

The game had reached the eighty-seventh minute; Zhao Gang had run from the right wing to the left, dribbling and passing, and lofted a ball into the penalty area with one kick.

Aguero still didn't have any good opportunities; Bonucci didn't hesitate and headed the ball out of the crossbar.

Manchester City corner kick.

Most of the Juventus players poured into the penalty area, and all of Manchester City's tall players also entered the penalty area.

De Bruyne quickly walked to the corner kick area.

"There's not much time left; there are some significant problems with Manchester City's defensive formation; Guardiola has to think carefully about how to fix this; he has to make changes in the next game!

But only one goal behind; there's still hope for a comeback in the next game!

Let's watch this corner kick first!"

The Juventus penalty area was crowded with people; this kind of set piece is a very good attacking opportunity.

When a team encounters problems with open play, this kind of set piece usually becomes the most powerful means of attack.

The Juventus players certainly knew this; these seasoned defenders would naturally use all their skills to defend.

Zhao Gang stood in the crowd; suddenly, several Manchester City players began to run in all directions.

The Juventus players responsible for marking their respective opponents quickly followed, while also keeping an eye on De Bruyne's direction.

Amid the loud cheers of the fans, De Bruyne kicked the ball out!

The soccer ball spun, and the players in the penalty area jumped up, trying to reach it whether they could or not.

Bonucci was responsible for marking Zhao Gang, and his hand movements were quite significant, always keeping Zhao Gang behind him.

The moment the ball was kicked, Zhao Gang pulled a "chair," and instantly ran towards the far post!

Bonucci staggered; because he was using too much force, he fell directly to the ground on his butt.

On the ground, he watched Zhao Gang rise from the ground, waving his hands and shouting like crazy.

Foul, foul!!

He pulled me down!

Referee, look quickly!!

Foul!!

If it's not a foul, something big is going to happen!!

Bonucci saw Zhao Gang's rising figure, and no one was marking him; if he headed that, how could it be good??

Bang!!

The soccer ball spun over, and Zhao Gang used the strength of his waist and abdomen to smash his head into the ball.

Solidly, without any deviation.

Buffon saw the shot and subconsciously raised his hand, trying to make a defensive move.

He couldn't judge the trajectory of the ball at all.

It was too fast.

Wham!!!

The soccer ball smashed on the goal line, bounced high, and hit the net!

Zhao Gang, who had landed, slightly bent his knees and jumped up again, rushing out of the field like a gust of wind.

The Manchester City players in the penalty area swarmed out!

Two to two!

"Oh my god!!"

"Manchester City… eighty-ninth minute! Tied the score! Bonucci made a minor mistake in defense; Zhao's header! Buffon had almost no reaction! That header..."

The fans in the stadium, who had been watching nervously, were silent.

They were waiting, they were anticipating.

At this moment, their wishes came true.

The silent Etihad instantly plunged into frenzy.

Cheers soared into the clouds.

"The jumping height of this ball... De Bruyne's pass seemed to be a little off... We see the replay; De Bruyne was already a little annoyed the moment he kicked the ball... This ball went wrong and came out right!

Zhao suddenly rushed to the far post, jumped high, and no one stopped the ball... it was too high!

My god, Zhao really flew up... like a low-altitude bomber, taking off!!"

"A goal that cannot be described in words... this jumping height will definitely become a challenge project for soccer fans; they will compete to imitate it in the streets and alleys, but it is unlikely that anyone can jump to this height; even if they can reach it, it is difficult to have so much power to head the ball!

A striker... an absolute striker!"

"Oh! This height... this moment will definitely become a world-famous painting!"

De Bruyne, who was a little disappointed in himself, was stunned when he saw Zhao Gang jump up, and then his expression twisted, and he roared and rushed to the other half of the field.

He can even catch that!

The audience frantically clapped their hands, patted their heads; Zhao Gang, after briefly releasing his emotions, immediately returned to the field; there was still a chance.

There was still a chance to overtake the score!

And the fans in the stadium did not all make the head-patting celebration action.

That was Zhao Gang's celebration, but the team hasn't won yet!

The audience kept clapping their hands, sending their encouragement and cheers.

They hoped to see a miracle happen in Manchester again!

The fans' crazy shouts were a passionate outpouring for this half.

Juventus' overall defense after scoring a goal made these fans particularly suffocated.

The emotions that had been suppressed for dozens of minutes were released.

Score another one, score another one!

The fans gritted their teeth, score another one, and see if Juventus can still park the bus!

See if they can still be so calm, with a group of people guarding inside and outside the penalty area!

Charge!

Score another one!!