Football: I can see player entries.

Chapter 137 Rout

Sterling is very fast.

At least Sun Yan couldn't catch up and could only watch helplessly as his opponent made a one-on-one run towards his own goal.

[A master-level player abandons his school to launch a counterattack!]

In this situation, Joe Hart naturally resorted to this tactic.

This time, Sterling didn't indulge in his "fun-first" nature; instead, he chipped the ball over Hart, easily defeating him.

In less than ten minutes, Manchester City had already caught up.

Guardiola clapped lightly, showing little emotion, because everyone knew that catching up was only a matter of time.

The calmest person at this moment was actually Nasri.

He waved his hand and called Enzo over to discuss tactics.

"Ibrahimovic will pass the ball to me in a bit, and then I'll give it to you."

"Then you go directly to Anderson."

“I understand, but what about the boss…” Enzo hesitated.

He was actually asked to focus on letting go in this match, and he was a little unsure if Li Yanqing would be angry if he did so.

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to you."

Nasri patted him on the shoulder. When he was on the field, he basically arranged the team's offensive tactics, and it didn't matter if there were conflicts with Li Yanqing's arrangements sometimes.

As the tactical core of Burton, he still had some privileges.

The game continues.

Nasri's arrangement was excellent. First, he drew several opposing players over, and then Enzo directly passed the ball to Anderson, who was making a run down the wing.

But a figure appeared right behind him, and in a scramble, finally sent the ball out of bounds.

Kyle Walker.

"My God, he runs so fast!"

"Are there any players who can run faster than him?"

Li Yanqing was marveling at the opponent's speed when Enzo made a good pass. By the time Walker reacted and started chasing the ball, he was already several body lengths behind.

But in less than two seconds, he caught up with him.

He'd be laughing in his sleep if Sun Yan ever reached that level.

"Mbappe might be able to."

"As for the others, I can't think of anyone right now. He's faster than Sterling..."

Lyman shook his head. Anderson's speed wasn't particularly fast to begin with, and he suffered a great loss when facing Walker.

"He still has offensive capabilities..."

The reason for this exclamation was that Li Yanqing was watching Walker dribble the ball all the way to his own baseline.

He didn't have any outstanding skills; he relied solely on his speed.

He was still near the center line, but when the opposing player passed him the ball, he sent it directly to the backcourt.

Sun Yan gritted his teeth and chased after them relentlessly, but he couldn't stop the opponent from sending the ball to the bottom.

Aguero controlled the ball with his chest inside the penalty area, then swept it with the sole of his foot.

That was a powerful volley!

Although he didn't have the skill, he seemed to do it without much pressure.

Burton's goal was breached again by their opponents.

One to two!

Now it's Manchester City fans' turn to cheer. Over the years, they have always been the team with the highest morale because the team has always been able to win.

Nasri kept his eyes glued to the ball, while out of the corner of his eye he saw Joe Hart slamming his fist on the floor.

This play cannot be blamed on the teammates' poor performance; none of them were out of position or careless.

The gap in strength is still quite obvious.

But he wasn't entirely convinced.

With the addition of players like Ibrahimovic, the squad is now fully complete.

He wasn't great at defense, but he felt his teammates weren't much worse off offensively.

"Sun Yan!"

"Move forward!"

"Draw Walker away for Anderson..."

"Huh?" Nasri's words stunned Sun Yan this time.

He does indeed have the authority to intervene, as Li Yanqing had made clear to him beforehand.

But he never did so because the prerequisite was "not losing his position".

Walker was faster than him, and after he made his run, he wasn't confident he could get back in time.

"It's okay, listen to me!"

“Listen to him!” Bradford stepped forward, choosing to support Nasri at this moment.

Li Yanqing remained silent, so the opponent took the lead in the attack.

“Okay!” Sun Yan nodded vigorously.

He went all out today. Since he couldn't defend anyway, he figured he might as well contribute something on offense.

This does have some effect.

Although he is not good at driving to the basket, as long as he goes to the baseline, he can draw Walker away, leaving Anderson with space to drive.

Then, they conceded another goal.

They committed too many players to the offense, which made their defense almost non-existent.

De Bruyne once again demonstrated his masterful ability, delivering a through ball to the empty right flank of Burton.

After receiving the ball, Sterling chose to pass it to Aguero.

The latter was held back by Bradford and passed the ball back to Gündoğan, who was making a run from behind.

Then......

A powerful shot.

One to three!

Guardiola didn't even clap this time; he had his hands in his pockets, seemingly lost in thought.

He didn't want to appear too emotional in front of the discarded generals.

Besides, their opponent was only Burton. Although their performance was impressive, there was really nothing to be proud of in beating them.

A few minutes later.

One to four...

Half an hour into the game, Burton's goal had already been breached four times.

Will, unusually, didn't break down; he rolled up his jersey and covered his eyes.

He couldn't bear to blame his players who were fighting hard, nor could he bear to continue watching his team being humiliated by their opponents.

The last time I felt this way was when the team was thrashed 7-0 by Newcastle United when they were fighting to avoid relegation.

The saddest thing is that there's nothing they can do.

Lyman didn't have anything to say.

In this situation, I really don't know how to bring it up.

At worst, we'll lose, and then we'll try harder in the next game.

The players on the field weren't in a good mood either. They could accept defeat, but they hadn't learned how to accept a crushing defeat.

Most people's condition has already dropped to "poor", and their mentality has been somewhat broken.

Even Ibrahimovic, who usually disdains his opponents, has become "average".

He scored a goal at the start of the match, and then watched helplessly as his own goal was breached.

Four times!

The only exception is Nasri.

His condition has completely reached the "off-the-charts" level...

He silently placed the ball at the center line, the starting point.

After Ibrahimovic passed the ball to him, he dribbled the ball and charged into the opponent's formation.

In most people's eyes, this is a sign of giving up on oneself.

After all, they were basically doomed to lose.

But Nasri, who was holding back his anger, once again pulled off a three-man run!

A low cross was passed to Ibrahimovic, who then passed the ball to Matias, who was cutting inside.

Unfortunately, Matthias failed to capitalize on his opportunity; his shot was too straight and Ederson caught it easily.

"Listen to me, keep kicking like this!"

"Enzo, Sun Yan, both of you move up here!"

"We can leave the rest to Baselli and the others."

"Anyway, if everyone stays back, we'll still concede a goal!"

Nasri's words left the Burton players looking at each other in bewilderment.

Trailing by three goals, are you still thinking about equalizing?

Finally, everyone, including Captain Bradford, looked towards Li Yanqing.

The latter clenched his fist, as if to smash it at Bradford.

"You're the captain, why are you looking at me like that?"

"When Nasri is present, he has the final say!"

"Didn't I tell you that a long time ago?"