"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!"
"Dead Angle!!"
"Another absolute Dead Angle!!!"
"Every one of Su Dong's shots is aimed for the Dead Angle. Such shots are every goalkeeper's nightmare. Even if they read the trajectory, they still find it extremely difficult to stop the ball, and can only watch helplessly as it beats them time and again."
"One-nil! Man City had taken the lead."
After scoring, Su Dong spread his arms like a glider and charged straight toward the sidelines. He stood ramrod straight in front of the home fans, basking in their thunderous roar.
His teammates chased after him one by one, some standing beside him and others wrapping their arms around him from behind.
"Let's take another look at how this goal unfolded. That was beautifully played."
"Su Dong broke free from the defender on the right side of the edge of the penalty area, cut inside with the ball, and suddenly struck with his left foot."
"The curl was exquisite. We can see it even more clearly from this camera behind the goal. That curling shot was truly a work of art. It was also Man City's first Premier League goal of the season—a perfect Dead Angle!"
"Vorm must have been devastated facing a shot like that."
After taking the lead, Man City gradually rediscovered their form.
The huge difference in strength between the two sides made it difficult for Swansea to compete with Man City.
At the beginning, Swansea had been able to take advantage of Man City's unsettled defense and poor form to launch an assault and cause some trouble. But once Man City found their footing, Swansea found it difficult to stand up to them.
That was exactly what happened in this attack in the twenty-seventh minute.
Man City attacked down the left and reached deep into