The Premier League's twenty-second round saw Man City host Tottenham Hotspur.
In the seventy-fifth minute, Aaron Lennon failed to break through on the right and played the ball across to the middle, finding Gareth Bale. The Welshman shook off Tiago as he brought the ball under control, then curled a left-footed shot over Joe Hart and into the left side of the net.
Two-two!
Having fallen two goals behind, Tottenham Hotspur pulled two back in succession to level the score.
The Man City fans at the Etihad Stadium were all stunned.
When their team had been two goals ahead, they had already been certain of victory. They never expected Tottenham Hotspur to score twice and draw level. Tottenham Hotspur had indeed shown tremendous strength.
Of course, the more important factor was Man City themselves. After fighting on multiple fronts for so long, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted and out of form. On top of that, the team's extensive rotation had clearly sent them into a slump tonight.
Su Dong sat on the bench, shaking his head repeatedly.
It was only a matter of time before Man City lost a match. No team could keep winning forever. It was just that...
"Joe Hart's probably going to cry again." Su Dong shook his head with a bitter smile.
Pepe, sitting on the bench, immediately burst out laughing as well.
Having their lead wiped out certainly wasn't a good thing, and they really shouldn't be laughing, but Joe Hart was clearly more comical than most.
Sometimes, people really had to wonder what kind of curse he had run into.
Why did he always concede whenever he played?
It made no sense, did it?
Could it be that conceding goals depended on the person?
Or was the goddess of luck picking on