The path to becoming a football legend began with being ousted from Carrington by Manchester United.

Dzeko's introduction helped compensate for the numerical disadvantage left by Inlin's exhaustion in attacking the third.

In addition, Dzeko's presence adds a height element to the attacking third, allowing Manchester City to have more options in their attack.

After all, Bochum's heading ability is several levels better than Lin Yi's.

Manchester City did exactly that; without Lin Yi's threat, Tottenham had little trouble neutralizing their ground attacks.

With striker Edin Dzeko joining the attack, Manchester City began to rely more on aerial maneuvers.

The focus of the next match will be the battle for air supremacy between the 193cm tall Dzeko and the 189cm tall Michael Dawson.

Dzeko created some chances, but Dawson thwarted them all. Time quickly reached 90 minutes, and the full regular time had been played.

The fourth official held up a sign indicating that there would be four minutes of stoppage time in the match, which was Manchester City's last chance.

If they fail to break through Tottenham's defense in the final four minutes, they will have to accept a draw.

"Martin, have you heard? Diageo has launched a new rare series, with only 5 bottles released so far, priced at £5700 each. Shall we two have a good tasting of them today?" Alan Smith said smugly.

Martin Tyler refused to back down: "No problem, Alan. I feel bad for letting you spend so much money, especially since the game isn't over yet."

"The Manchester City vs. Tottenham game is indeed not over, but I think our game is over. Look, Lin has been standing outside the Tottenham penalty area for several minutes, barely moving or touching the ball. I don't know what you're still fantasizing about."

Martin Taylor did not respond, his eyes fixed on the broadcast.

Four minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and as the match approached the 93rd minute, Manchester City launched a final assault on the Tottenham goal.

David Silva passed the ball to Nasri on the wing. Nasri had used up much more energy than usual in the first half when defending Bale.

As the game progressed, he was exhausted and felt he couldn't break through Tottenham's defense. Nasri didn't rush in; he observed his teammates' positions and chose to cross the ball from a 45-degree angle.

The ball naturally went to Dzeko, who had clashed with Tottenham center-back Dawson several times in the previous ten minutes.

This time, it was the two of them vying for the ball again. Dzeko knew that this might be Manchester City's last chance to attack in this game. He came on as a substitute in the second half and concentrated all his strength in his legs to leap.

On the other side, Dawson had been fighting for more than ninety minutes, but he knew that whether he could escape from Etihad unscathed depended on himself. The tough guy gritted his teeth, ignored his physical fatigue, and suddenly jumped up.

The two sides met again in the air, and in the end, Dzeko, who had more energy and was 4cm taller than his opponent, had the upper hand. He was the first to get to the ball and head it into the goal.

However, Dawson refused to give up. He controlled his body in mid-air and rammed into Dzeko. Even if he couldn't get the first ball, he would never let Dzeko have a comfortable shot on goal.

As a result of the collision, Dzeko's header, though at a very tricky angle, didn't generate full power and the ball wasn't very fast.

Friedel, who hadn't had any standout moments throughout the match, finally pulled through in the final moments. He quickly took two steps to the side and leaped into the air, using his palm to block Dzeko's header towards the corner of the ball, sending it out of bounds.

"Beautiful!" Dawson excitedly patted goalkeeper Friedel after landing, then glared at Dzeko and shouted again, "Come on!"

The referee glanced at his watch; there were less than twenty seconds left in the 94th minute. After a moment's hesitation, he still awarded Manchester City a corner kick.

However, Dzeko's spirits were severely affected by the save of his powerful header and Dawson's taunts, which allowed Dawson to easily regain his composure in this corner kick duel.

Dawson, who headed the ball away past Dzeko, shouted excitedly, "It's over! It's over! It's all over!"

Quite coincidentally, Alan Smith also said something similar in the live broadcast: "The game is about to end! Tottenham cleared the ball out of the penalty area!"

"No!" Martin Tyler said firmly, "Lin is still outside the restricted area!"

"Heh, what can he do?"

Lin Yi, who was being questioned by Alan Smith, was intently observing the trajectory of the football. His eyes were so focused because he knew that this was his and Manchester City's last chance.

Lin Yi silently calculated the ball's landing point in his mind.

"Here it comes! Now!" Lin Yi whispered to himself.

Then Lin Yi took a small step forward with his left foot, tensed his right leg, leaned his body slightly forward, and tried to maintain his balance as much as possible by controlling his trembling muscles.

As the soccer ball was about to fall, Lin Yi raised his right leg, aimed at the center of the ball, and swung it out.

Lin Yi's leg swing was a bit slow, quite different from his usual shooting motion, but every frame was crystal clear to those around him.

Manchester City players saw hope in Lin Yi's slowly swinging right leg, while Tottenham players saw death.

"Bang!!!"

The sound of Lin Yi's right foot contacting the football echoed throughout the entire stadium. The Tottenham player who rushed out to try to block Lin Yi's shot felt as if someone had hit a drumhead hard next to his ear, making his eardrums ache.

The football undergoes an exaggerated deformation, and then, like a spring compressed to its limit, it suddenly releases enormous energy, hurtling out with astonishing speed.

Lin Yi's shot sent the football soaring high into the sky, seemingly about to fly into the stands and pierce the clouds. But soon, as if pulled back by an invisible hand, the football plummeted downwards, heading straight for the Tottenham goal.

Friedel, who had just brilliantly saved Dzeko's shot, looked like a rookie in front of Lin Yi's shot.

He didn't react at all, only subconsciously raising his arm to prove that he wasn't just sitting around doing nothing, and then watched the football fly into the net.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Sounds echoed across the pitch as Tottenham players collapsed to the ground, their souls drained by Lin Yi's last-minute wonder goal. One by one, they collapsed in front of their own goal.

"Thump!" Then there was another sound, this time from Lin Yi sitting down on the ground.

How could the excited Manchester City players allow their heroes to receive the same treatment as these Tottenham losers?

Aguero and Milner rushed to Lin Yi's side immediately, and together they lifted him up high so that he could sit on their shoulders.

Under Lin Yi's command, the two men carried him towards the red area of ​​the south grandstand.

"Hey mule, can we find someone else? James is way too tall for you, I can hardly sit still."

"I'll smash you to death, you little bastard!"

Seeing that they had reached their destination, Aguero threw Lin Yi off, but he was careful and failed to kill him.

Lin Yi, who staggered to his feet, took off his red gloves, intending to throw them onto the stands as gifts for the fans.

However, he overestimated his strength at that moment. The glove floated back to his feet, and Lin Yi, like an old man who was more afraid of seeing his wife than a ghost, embarrassingly peed his own shoe.

The glove that Lin Yi threw out floated back to his feet.

"Idiot, you still have to rely on me! James, get to it!"

Despite past grievances, Aguero picked up Lin Yi's gloves and threw them onto the stands. Not yet satisfied, he pulled Milner along as an accomplice and stripped the defenseless Lin Yi completely naked.

Sneakers, socks, jerseys, vests, shin guards, captain's armband, and Lin Yi's shorts were all thrown onto the stands by Aguero.

The fans were overjoyed, cheering and shouting. Their happiness was no less than that of setting off fireworks and firecrackers on New Year's Eve.