Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

There were still two minutes of injury time.

Zhao Yi stood there expressionless on the field.

He wanted to take off his jersey and show it to the fans of Leicester City, to show them the most respectful etiquette.

But he had a yellow card.

So he raised his head, stretched out his arms high, and raised his two thumbs.

Thumbs up for your boos!

The entire Leicester City fans at the King Power Stadium stood there silently.

There was nothing they could do to look at this pretentious player.

They wanted to boo, but it was useless.

They fell behind in injury time.

They didn't have the nerve to boo the other side when they were behind.

Manchester City players rushed to Zhao Yi frantically, jumped high, and jumped on Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi was like a sculpture, with his thumbs up, motionless.

I'm waiting, I'm listening.

Why are there no more boos?

Is it because you are dumb, or because you are naturally friendly and don't want to boo?

Manchester City fans who came to the King Power Stadium waved flags and scarves with all their might.

Let's get excited!

"Lore! Hat trick! Zhao! He hasn't been in the striker position for a long time, but he is not rusty!

A lore shot from a very long distance!

Morgan, Morgan made a fatal mistake. He didn't follow Zhao. He wanted to block Zhao's breakthrough along the inside line.

He didn't know that Zhao's shooting range was the entire half court!!

Oh my God! A long-lost long distance!

Send Leicester City home!

Manchester City is the champion!!! No one can stop it!!"

Manchester City's commentator jumped up and screamed.

Guardiola and Ranieri both knelt on the lawn. One was kicked into heaven by Zhao Yi's kick, and the other was kicked into hell.

Schmeichel kicked the football hard, and his old father sighed in the stands.

The opposing striker kicked like this, so whoever comes will die.

It's totally unreasonable.

The power under his feet is definitely the strongest in the Premier League.

Monster, an absolute monster!

The game started again, Leicester City wanted to equalize the score, but there was no chance.

As Leicester City's last shot flew into the sky, the game was over!

Mahrez lay on the ground, very helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

His performance had reached the extreme, but it was still a little short.

Vardy, who scored twice, lowered his head with his hands on his waist, full of disappointment.

They were ahead, they almost won this six-point battle and were able to get close to Manchester City.

But they encountered a cheater.

"Leicester City is inspiring and great. They went from League One to the Championship and then to the Premier League.

A civilian team has suppressed Manchester United, Liverpool, Arsenal and other giants.

They even have the possibility of winning the championship!

They are worthy of respect.

Maybe they just need a little luck.

I believe they will never give up and they will play well in every game.

Even if the hope of winning the championship is a little slim, they will definitely do everything they can to fight for it.

When such a team becomes the focus and becomes the only hope to prevent Manchester City from winning the championship, they are already successful!

We wish Leicester City, Leicester City, to move forward bravely!" Zhan Lu said with some emotion.

"Hey, although Huth was dirty and Zhao Yi's elbow was enough to relieve my anger, it's a pity that Leicester City lost."

"Leicester City represents hard work and mediocrity. Their loss to Manchester City means that ordinary people like us can never compare to those geniuses no matter how hard we work!"

"Why are you so emotional just watching a game? Zhao Qiuwang scored another hat trick, haha..."

"Kill through the Premier League, leading by nine points after this game! The suspense of the league is reduced again!!"

"Zhao Qiuwang, Zhao Qiuwang! So handsome!"

The focus of the whole world is on that young player.

High-spirited.

When the game was over, Zhao Yi shook hands with his opponents one by one.

This was a scene.

Fighting hard on the field, he had to show his so-called demeanor off the field.

Zhao Yi hugged Kante, a simple and honest player, who hoped to exchange jerseys with Zhao Yi.

When Zhao Yi was in the midfield, he was often blocked by Kante.

Zhao Yi admired Kanter's strength and character.

The two exchanged jerseys.

Kanter kept shouting.

"F*k you! Zhao! F*k you!!!"

Zhao Yi was overwhelmed by this. If Morgan said this, he would have punched him directly.

But this is Kanter, and his accent is like this, there is nothing he can do.

Kanter was cursing, and Zhao Yi had to nod in response, no need to thank me, it's my duty.

Damn it, when others scold him, he still has to say it's my duty.

It's good to have an accent.