Football: I can see player entries.

Chapter 141 The Final Shot

A draw against Manchester City is not a shameful thing.

It's even a source of pride for a newly promoted team.

This achievement was particularly remarkable given that they chose to engage in a direct confrontation with a powerful opponent.

At least that's what the players, fans, and even the commentators thought.

Only Li Yanqing was still shouting.

"Stop celebrating!"

"Time is running out, but we still have a chance to win!"

Quinn, who scored the goal, was the first to react. He stopped celebrating and retrieved the ball back to midfield.

Most people would accept a draw if the match ended in a draw.

But Li Yanqing believes that Nasri would prefer a victory.

At this moment, Sané was dribbling the ball, trying to get past Miller.

Guardiola didn't use his last substitution to take him off, but instead substituted the exhausted Gundogan earlier, moving Mahrez to the forward position.

They also want to win.

Li Yanqing made a misjudgment, but it doesn't matter. Miller will still be moved to the left-back position to defend; the strategy remains the same.

"Pass the ball!"

Mahrez, who had just come on, called out loudly to Sane, eager to score a goal.

Helping the team secure a last-minute victory will allow him to establish himself in the locker room more quickly.

However, Sané acted as if he hadn't heard and continued to fight Miller.

The former has been performing poorly, and his mindset at this moment is also quite delicate.

The Lone Wolf's attack has begun...

This was good news for Burton, because Justin caught up and managed to win the ball back.

"Oh!"

Guardiola growled angrily, Sané's actions had completely ruined their chances of winning.

Now they should be worried about being utterly defeated!

With only half a minute of stoppage time remaining, Justin passed the ball directly to Ibrahimovic in the attacking third.

However, the latter was already exhausted; he could only stand still to protect the ball before passing it to the onrushing player...

Baselli?

This scene left not only Ibrahimovic bewildered, but also Li Yanqing and the others.

The one who charged the fastest during the counterattack shouldn't have been Baselli, by any measure.

But this did not affect the rhythm of the attack. After advancing a little distance, Baselli passed the ball to Cazorla, who was closest to him.

The latter charged all the way to the edge of the penalty area.

My teammates were all tied up, so there weren't many good passing options.

It's the last wave of attack, and all the opposing players have retreated.

Fernandinho had also stuck to him, tugging at his sleeve.

"Shoot!"

"Fire directly!"

Li Yanqing and Lyman were both shouting that.

There are no better opportunities for now, so even if Cazorla doesn't have time to adjust, he has no choice but to shoot.

Actually, they didn't need to remind him; as veterans, the players themselves were aware of this.

Despite being pressured by the opposing player, he managed to poke the ball away at the last moment before being pulled down.

The ball flew straight towards the top corner of the goal!

Will it get in?

"The decisive goal!"

"Ederson is too late!"

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

The ball's angle was tricky, and Ederson was helpless!

Then there was a "bang".

The ball hit the crossbar and flew out of bounds.

Cazorla tried his best to get the ball into the goal, but under Fernandinho's influence, it ultimately went astray.

The game is over!

Burton Albion drew 4-4 with Manchester City.

Cazorla himself was very discouraged; he lay on the ground and pounded the turf.

He hasn't scored a goal since joining the team, and he rarely even gets a shot on goal.

If he scores, he will undoubtedly become a superhero for the club.

Unfortunately, it was just a little bit short.

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

Then, I still crushed it.

Who says you can only celebrate when you win a game?

They drew with Manchester City, who had a perfect 100 points last season, which is definitely a good result for them.

Li Yanqing clapped his hands with a helpless expression.

They are just a hair's breadth away from beating Manchester City.

Even if the ball had been just one centimeter lower, it would have bounced into the goal line.

However, he knew the players had already done their best, and he couldn't expect them to do any better under these circumstances.

"We should cheer up, guys!"

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

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

This was said to the players.

For the coach, it's good news that the team's strength has improved significantly after a tough battle.

Both the team's overall coordination and the players' performance deserve praise.

Ibrahimovic walked over and patted Cazorla on the shoulder.

This result wasn't great, but it was within his acceptable range.

At least the players won't be too ashamed to visit Nasri in the hospital.

As for defenders like Bradford and David Luiz, they breathed a sigh of relief.

This damn game is finally over!

The entire Etihad Stadium now feels very dull.

Apart from a few excited and enthusiastic fans, most people showed little change in expression.

Manchester City fans have secured a point, but it came from a newly promoted team, meaning they've dropped two points.

However, they couldn't blame their own players' performance.

Of course, they wouldn't applaud for Burton either.

Ibrahimovic and Quinn sat on the field, both panting heavily.

The former was exhausted, while the latter looked utterly resentful.

He looked toward the opponent's goal, then tried to find the ball, which had somehow flown off to who-knows-where.

As a result, of course, nothing was gained.

"That was a good shot, kid."

Ibrahimovic was referring to the goal that equalized the score; he noticed that Burton had quite a few players he admired.

That young Chinese player in the youth training team, Nasri, Quinn...

They all have a stubborn streak about them.

"I'm still a long way off."

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

"That sounds familiar..." Ibrahimovic couldn't quite place who had said something similar to him.

But it's okay, because he likes it.

"This match can prove our strength."

"We will defeat them next time we meet them."

"At that time, you can take this message to Nasri."

"Why do you say that?" Quinn asked, somewhat puzzled.

"They are still very strong, and we couldn't handle their midfield attacks at all."

"Because these are the words of God."

"It will definitely happen..."