Erik ten Hag and Guardiola simultaneously clenched their fists, nervously watching Manchester United's goal.
Zhan Jun's voice was excited, almost trembling:
"Haaland sprinted from the box, continuously overtaking, Rice grabbed his jersey.
It didn't work, Haaland got past him.
Oh! Gao Nuo chased from behind, dodging Rice, his speed was also very fast.
Only Luke Shaw was left in front of the goal, a one-on-two situation was too difficult, Manchester United was in danger.
My goodness, Gao Nuo caught up.
Haaland's adjustment before shooting gave Gao Nuo a chance."
On the Manchester United box line, Haaland drew his bow and arrow, his left foot about to complete the shot.
"Black and red colored boots? Are the patterns on them 'China Dragons'? They look good!"
The thought flashed through his mind, Haaland only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his left foot kicked heavily into something.
"This feeling, it's not the ball!" Haaland, coming back to his senses, fell to the ground sideways.
"Roar—" The home fans' cheers swept through Old Trafford.
Zhan Jun's voice was hoarse, "Gao Nuo slid in, clearing the ball from behind, and De Gea securely gathered it."
Zhang promptly helped, "A very clean tackle, just his body brought down the opponent, did the Referee blow the whistle?"
Zhan Jun finally caught his breath, his speaking speed still fast, "No problem, in the live broadcast, Manchester United's team doctor is on the field, the Referee has temporarily stopped the game, Gao Nuo is painfully hitting the ground, he might be injured."
After sliding to clear the ball, Haaland's foot hit the back of Gao Nuo's thigh.
How do you measure a professional player's kicking power?
If you play kick-butt, one kick makes your chrysanthemum feel like it's bloomed into a sunflower!
Even though Haaland instinctively pulled back his foot, Gao Nuo's thigh still swelled up.
"It hurts! It hurts so damn much!"
A large amount of aerosol was sprayed on Gao Nuo's thigh, a cold sensation came, and the pain finally lessened significantly.
Erik ten Hag had just calmed down from his excitement, released his white-knuckled fists, looked at his watch, and sighed.
"It seems Gao can't last, there are still 15 minutes, Abraham or Garnacho?"
Gao Nuo, who had come to the sideline, touched his thigh and asked, "Tony, can I still play?"
Manchester United's team doctor, Tony Gill, said directly, "You can play with a bandage, but it might worsen the injury."
Spraying painkiller generously, Gao Nuo tried a few small runs; in his perception, this was just a bruise.
"Tony, put on the bandage, I feel fine."
Giving Erik ten Hag a fist pump, Tony Gill quickly wrapped the bandage around Gao Nuo's leg.
"Gao, you only have ten minutes at most, if you feel uncomfortable, don't push yourself; as long as you signal, the coach will substitute you."
"Okay, thank you, Tony."
"Oh—ho—!"
The home fans wanted to tear down the stadium because they saw Gao Nuo reappear on the field.
Haaland specifically walked past Gao Nuo, patted his shoulder, and gave a thumbs up.
"Run! There's no time!"
Guardiola roared from the sideline.
Manchester United's morale was even higher, the 'Theatre of Dreams' unleashed its power, and everyone didn't want to let Gao Nuo's efforts be in vain.
Rashford temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction and started running actively again.
Manchester City's midfield was running out of stamina, and the stubborn Guardiola made no substitutions, giving Manchester United an opportunity.
In the 82nd minute of the match, the stamina monster Rice wore down De Bruyne.
He didn't make a direct tackle, but under pressure, De Bruyne's pass went astray.
B. Silva watched Casemiro steal the pass and chased back vigorously.
Neymar did not force a breakthrough, receiving the ball on the right wing.
Gao Nuo's thigh began to hurt again, and he gritted his teeth and charged forward.
Rashford once again sprinted down the wing, Walker tried to block him with experience, but unfortunately failed.
"Good chance!"
Before being fouled from behind by B. Silva, Casemiro kicked the ball towards the left corner.
The Referee, with the whistle in his mouth, saw Rashford break away, temporarily stopped his hand reaching for his pocket, pointed to Manchester City's half, and the game continued, but B. Silva's yellow card was inevitable.
Stones pushed to the wing, Rodri and Laporte guarded the center.
Walker's chase back was a bit slow, Rashford, after receiving the ball, broke from the wing into the box.
Gao Nuo in the center was not in good form, and there were no teammates to cover at the far post.
"Come on! I can do Neymar's tricks too."
Rashford continuously performed step-overs, creating a tiny bit of space on the left side of the goal, and before Walker could catch up, he shot.
The near post was blocked by Stones, the ball arced, flying towards the top right corner of the goal.
Ederson made a save, his glove already positioned at the very corner.
"Thud!"
The ball, hitting the post, rebounded in front of the goal, and Laporte and Gao Nuo both stretched out their feet simultaneously.
Gao Nuo was closer to the ball, but the pain in his thigh made him lose his balance, and after a body contact, his right foot missed the ball.
"It's over!"
Laporte turned to look at the ball, Neymar appeared in the penalty area.
Facing Manchester City's disheveled defense, Neymar ended the attack with a push shot.
Goal!
Manchester United 4:1 Manchester City, aggregate score 5:4, taking the lead for the first time.
Ederson, lying on the ground, gasped for breath; he had done everything he could, but four goals conceded truly disheartened him.
Neymar ran to the sideline to enjoy the fans' cheers, Gao Nuo limped after him.
Erik ten Hag knelt and roared, then pulled Süle over, rapidly giving him instructions in his ear.
On the electronic board held by the fourth official on the sideline, the red number 9 and green number 24 were clearly visible.
After the Referee showed B. Silva a yellow card, he signaled Manchester United players to return to their own half, not to delay the game.
Gao Nuo was no longer a rookie.
Seeing the substitution board on the sideline, he opportunely fell to the ground, and Manchester United's team doctor slowly carried a stretcher onto the field.
The bandage was removed, the redness and swelling had not disappeared, but there were no signs of worsening.
After spraying aerosol and stalling for a while longer, Gao Nuo cooperatively lay on the stretcher and was carried to the sideline.
De Bruyne, as captain, spat at the Referee, "Can you hurry up? They've already wasted 5 minutes!"
Manchester City's dissatisfaction was useless; everything was in accordance with the rules of the game, and the Referee did not even urge them, as this was a right players should enjoy.
Under the fiery gazes of Manchester City players, Gao Nuo flipped off the stretcher and stood up, embracing Erik ten Hag while receiving applause from the entire stadium.
If it weren't for seeing the high swelling on the back of Gao Nuo's thigh, De Bruyne might have run over to curse him.
Including injury time, there were less than 10 minutes left in the match.
Without surprise, a center-back replaced a forward, and Manchester United parked the bus.
Let the wind and rain beat, I stand firm.
In the 93rd minute of the match, Haaland's shot hit the crossbar, and unlucky Manchester City could not score again.
The full-time whistle blew, Manchester United 4:1 Manchester City, Champions League quarter-finals, a 5:4 aggregate comeback victory.
