After losing the ball, Guardiola quickly made substitutions, with Agüero replacing Jesus and Kompany replacing Otamendi.

Kompany's long-range shooting ability was much better than Otamendi's.

On the Juventus side, after equalizing the score, they began to play steadily.

Unlike other teams, they didn't rush forward after scoring two goals in a row.

Their Champions League experience was indeed rich enough.

They had just been forced to attack desperately, as they would have been eliminated if they hadn't.

Now that they had equalized, what they needed to do was wait for Manchester City to make mistakes.

On the Manchester City side, Agüero was extremely active after coming on, and Kompany was in excellent physical condition, with the attack directly launched from his position.

Like Chelsea's three-center-back tactic, where Luiz would dribble forward, now Kompany himself was charging up with the ball, looking for opportunities.

Kompany, finding an opportunity to shoot from long range, failed to break the deadlock.

Both sides exchanged attacks and defenses several times. Juventus didn't have many attacking players, and Zhao Gang switched from the left to the right, directly running to limit Dybala, preventing him from breaking through and passing the ball at will.

The effect was good. At least Dybala had no chance to break into the penalty area and shoot during counterattacks.

Sterling received two long passes from Zhao Gang. He was a bit uncomfortable on the left and tried to cut inside twice, but Bonucci cleared the ball both times.

In the 85th minute, Juventus seized a good opportunity, intercepting the pass between Sterling and David Silva in the backfield, preparing to launch a counterattack.

Fernandinho flew in with a sliding tackle, directly kicking Pjanić's ball away!

At this moment, Fernandinho showed a very decisive and experienced defense.

After Sterling got the ball, the previous two mistakes interfered with his confidence. He didn't break through, nor did he cut inside, but kicked it long to the right.

Zhao Gang caught up with the ball and charged straight to the baseline without looking up.

There were many defenders in the center, and he had no chance to cut inside, so he went straight to the baseline.

In an instant, Juventus' defensive focus shifted directly to the left.

Among the three center backs, Bonucci and Barzagli both rushed out.

Chiellini, Marchisio, Alves, and Mandzukic were left in the center to retreat.

Sandro, Pjanić, and Dybala all retreated.

There was only one Higuaín pulling the defense.

At this time, Juventus retreated across the board!

Just on the left, two defenders were blocking Zhao Gang, while Sandro and Pjanić retreated from midfield, compressing Zhao Gang's space.

Dybala, running to the center and then approaching from the center to the left, was guarding against Zhao Gang's possible cross.

"This is difficult… It's hard for Zhao Gang to break through, and the passing route is also cut off. The best possibility is to get a corner kick…

Juventus' defense is indeed tight, solid, and very organized!"

Near the baseline, Zhao Gang saw Sandro and Pjanić coming to help defend, with two center backs blocking the way ahead.

He hooked the ball with his foot, trying to break through between the two center backs.

Barzagli and Bonucci were outstanding defenders and would never let Zhao Gang through.

They closed the door instantly, raising their legs to interfere.

Dybala also rushed over, preventing Zhao Gang from making continuous horizontal movements like he did in the penalty area before.

"This route won't work…" Coach Zhan watched the game, anxiously. Soon, the other two rushed over, forming a five-man trap. Unless he could fly, there was absolutely no way to break through.

"Huh?? He's through!!" Coach Zhan was shocked. He couldn't have imagined that there was still this route!

The closing action of Barzagli and Bonucci left a small gap near the baseline on the other side of Barzagli!

Zhao Gang feinted to break through from the right, trying to squeeze in. He poked the ball with his foot, and it rolled forward along the baseline!

Zhao Gang ran out of the field, stretched his leg, and directly blocked the ball that was about to go out of bounds!

At the same time, Barzagli also realized Zhao Gang's breakthrough route and quickly moved to find physical contact, preparing to push Zhao Gang away.

Unfortunately, Zhao Gang was one step ahead and had already shaken off Barzagli.

Bonucci also quickly turned around to pressure Zhao Gang's position.

Zhao Gang poked the ball again, and the football rolled forward along the baseline again.

Bonucci wanted to directly clear the ball out of bounds, not giving Manchester City even a corner kick!

"Oh! He's through again!! Four defenders!! Zhao Gang!!!

He's past them all!! Chiellini's help defense!!"

Breaking through along the baseline continuously, the football had entered the vicinity of the small penalty area. There was almost no angle in front, and Buffon and Chiellini already had a chance to directly block the ball!

The angle to the goalpost was completely zero, and the distance was so close that it was absolutely impossible to shoot.

As long as the passing route was blocked…

As soon as Chiellini started, Zhao Gang, standing outside the field, kicked the ball on the baseline!

Bang!

The football was too fast, the camera could only capture a shadow, and even the fans on the scene had difficulty seeing the trajectory of the football.

Chiellini subconsciously stretched his leg, but didn't touch it.

He broke out in a cold sweat. If this ball had been touched, it would have been an own goal, and even Buffon, as a robot, couldn't have saved it from such a short distance!

But…

He didn't touch it, so who could touch it??

Chiellini turned around in a hurry.

Sure enough…

Two black figures flew up almost at the same time, rushing in from outside the small penalty area, raising their legs together!

Agüero and Sterling had already started to fight for the point when Zhao Gang raised his leg.

Bang!!

Buffon didn't have time to react at all. Agüero crashed into the net with the ball!

Three to two!

In the 87th minute, Zhao Gang dribbled past four players on the baseline, walked the tightrope along the baseline twice in a row, and crossed the ball.

Agüero scored the winning goal!

This time, Agüero didn't get lost in the Champions League like before. He scored with his first shot after coming on as a substitute!

Agüero went crazy, running out of the net, roaring at the sky, sprinting all the way, and in his excitement, he reached out and took off his jersey, waving it wildly.

In the away team's stand, hundreds of fans erupted.

Those faces, flushed with blood, with eyes bulging out, looked even a little scary.

A group of fans shouted themselves hoarse, jumping wildly like madmen.

In Manchester, countless fans had already stood up involuntarily, clenching their fists, when Zhao Gang continuously broke through along the baseline.

They stood bowed, fists clenched, completely unaware of their state at this moment, their eyes fixed on the screen, unmoving.

When that pass appeared in the small penalty area and Agüero carried the ball into the goal, countless fans instantly fell to their knees, fists pointing to the sky!

Oh!!!

The fans slammed the floor, beat the walls, and even cried while hugging the TV.

A last-minute goal.

A last-minute goal against Juventus!

Guardiola clenched his fists and hugged Arteta, who ran over, tightly, pounding the poor assistant coach hard.

Manchester City's players gathered together, tears of excitement almost streaming down their faces.

Agüero, shirtless, hugged Zhao Gang tightly, already crying.

Bravo, on the goal line, instantly knelt down and roared!

And Juventus' players, at this moment, looked a little dazed.

Barzagli couldn't believe what had happened at all.

He and Bonucci had closed the door together, blocking Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang forcibly opened a window himself!

He actually poked the ball from that narrow space, from the baseline.

And he could still catch up and save the ball before it went out of bounds, from a greater distance.

Facing the encirclement and suppression, he could still remain calm, and poked it again from the baseline.

He had used the width of the pitch to the fullest!

He really couldn't believe that Zhao Gang could break through the defense and enter the penalty area in that situation!

And twice in a row!

Juventus Stadium, all the home fans, with dazed eyes, covered their heads. A four-man encirclement!

Dybala had gone over too!

Five people!

He just slipped past the baseline like a butterfly wearing flowers, stepping on the football!

What was this thing!

Allegri roared frantically on the sidelines. There was still a chance!

Cheer up!

Charge up!!

Score one!!

"Allegri is very angry! Zhao Gang's performance in the penalty area is really perfect.

Juventus is about to be eliminated…

It's no longer something that can be saved by scoring one goal. Manchester City has scored three goals away from home. If Juventus wants to advance, they must score two more goals to turn the tables…

There should only be six or seven minutes left in the game, including stoppage time. It's difficult for Juventus."

Juventus had scored two goals in a row after conceding a goal away from home, almost defeating Manchester City.

They also bravely equalized the score at home when they were two goals behind.

Now, facing elimination, of course they were unwilling.

They were so close to defeating Manchester City, and the result was like this. How could they be willing??

Five minutes of stoppage time. They launched the final charge.

The hope was slim, but they would do everything they could, even if there was only a glimmer of light!!

As time passed, the fans in the stands, who were waiting desperately for a miracle, had become distraught.

They watched Juventus' attacks fail time and time again and began to shake their heads.

Some fans lowered their heads and sighed non-stop.

Some sat there weakly, closing their eyes and looking up.

Some were already silently shedding tears.

Competitive sports are full of warmth, passion, and enthusiasm.

It is also full of cruelty, regret, and pain.

Some are happy and some are sad.

This is an inevitable existence.

Auli had been standing there, not daring to sit down for a moment, her eyes wandering between the time display and Zhao Gang.

She also glanced at the referee from time to time.

Drip!!!

As the referee blew the whistle, the whole game ended.

Manchester City's players opened their mouths wide, roaring to their hearts' content, hugging each other tightly.

The players on the bench swarmed onto the pitch.

Guardiola calmed down at this time and shook hands and hugged Allegri to greet him.

A large number of Manchester fans who could not go to the away game had surrounded the Etihad Stadium.

Blue flags kept flying.

At this moment, the entire outer perimeter of the stadium was like an earthquake!

Champions League semi-finals!

This was a moment that Manchester City had never had in its history of more than a hundred years!

For Real Madrid, Barcelona, and Bayern Munich, this result was nothing, and they didn't even need to be proud of it, nor was it any honor.

But for Manchester City, this was their new history!

They had league titles, but their best result in the Champions League was only the quarter-finals.

Now, they had made a historic breakthrough!

At this moment, all the fans who loved Manchester City erupted.

The Dragon Country fans were also very happy, seeing Zhao Gang continue to lead Manchester City forward, a feeling of shared glory spread in their hearts.

But they could not truly understand the expectations and excitement of the real Manchester City fans.

This was the longing and expectation of several generations!

The flag-bearers standing in high places waved their flags vigorously. Half of the people forgot everything and roared with abandon, while the other half covered their faces and cried silently.

Carin, in the Juventus area, shrank her neck and did not dare to celebrate.

Ever since she interviewed Zhao Gang and learned about his past and beliefs, his pain and persistence, she had not missed a single game about Zhao Gang.

He was high-spirited on the field, and low-key and humble off the field.

Of course, Zhao Gang would not know that there was such a beautiful female reporter silently watching him.

Paying attention to all his movements.

Carin looked at Zhao Gang, who was being lifted up into the sky and caught by his teammates on the field.

The young man was radiant, and she could only hide all her emotions in her heart.

Carin looked past the crowd, her gaze resting on Auli.

Auli pressed her hands on her hair, her smile like a flower blooming brilliantly in the summer, her eyes full of joy and worship.