Back on the pitch at half-time, Villa's comeback grew stronger. But Portsmouth also played calmly and concisely, with Jamie Vardy pressing frantically around his old club's front line, but it seemed that the opposing coach did not give him specific instructions and made him play like a fly without a head. He tried to chase Mendy's pass to Margery, but because of the poor choice of route, Magery calmly knocked the ball back to Mendy, so that all Jamie's hard work was wasted, and he easily got rid of the press.

Similar to Vardy, Klose is doing the same job, but because of his age, the pace and pace of the scramble is noticeably different from that of the youngsters. But he seems far more dangerous than Jamie looks!

Milo's trajectory always follows the trajectory of the ball, as if there is a rope on the pitch leading him. This is undoubtedly a very smart approach, no matter what position the player is in, he has to take on a certain amount of defensive tasks, and the striker cannot desperately chase back the tackle, assist in defense, and fight for the top like a defender, but the striker who can defend will always be the first line of the team's overall defense. Klose didn't want to steal anyone's ball, all he did was try to cut off the opponent's return passes, press the ball carrier, and if the initial passer didn't run quickly to meet his teammates, then Milo's strategy worked, as he blocked at least one passing option.

It's a lot of experience he's gained over the years, and while it's a waste of energy, it's often less stressful when you take on that part of the defensive task, because the ball is always in a straight line to the feet of his teammates, and Klose runs like this at least cutting off one line, and the opponent can't pass it back and forth, playing him like a monkey.

It's clumsy, but at least it's much more effective than Jamie Vardy, and in addition, you can feel the veteran kick almost all the time, for example, he will never create throw-ins for himself if he can control the ball, because the success rate of throw-ins is generally only 50%, and all players are limited to the throwing range of the thrower, and once the throw-in is given, it will be very easy to return the ball to the opponent. For example, he will run diagonally behind his own team member the moment the ball is passed, so as to complete the constant cross-switching, as long as he runs Portsmouth always magically forms a two-on-one or even a three-on-one on a certain side or area. In addition, his running is like a fishhook, jumping out of the enemy's encirclement, when to return, when to enter, when to spare, when to stop, even a small jump is carefully calculated.

It's scary to compete with such a striker, but it's also a process of accumulating small wins into big wins on the football field, and the key is that coaches can endure such loneliness, because such players are far less destructive than superrunners and muscles.

Life in Portsmouth began to get worse. In the 55th minute, Riyad Mahrez replaced Abonlajo, meaning that Villa's style of play became more direct and purposeful. The team doubled down on their desperate efforts to keep the purple at bay, while also causing problems through Louis Brent and, above all, the in-form Kevin De Bruyne. Brent's easy fall – a fake fall – Villa frantically asked the referee to show him a second yellow card, referee Clattenburg ignored the request, and Portsmouth breathed a sigh of relief.

Heidward felt he had to talk to Luiz a little bit, he was on the brink of danger and he had to make sure his players didn't cross the line.

Of course, he was not in the mood to pay attention to it at this point, and the team's problems were getting bigger and bigger, as Riyad Mahrez picked up the ball on the right and handed it to Delph on the inside, who took the ball through the half of the pitch and into the heart of the box, before finding the Dutch international Vlaar, who was scurrying down the right flank, and the opposition was pulling the team's defence. Vlaar and Delph played a quick cross-cut and went in front of goal to hand the ball to the mastermind, Riyad Mahrez, who fell to the ground and curled a small left-footed curl that Navas couldn't reach, and Villa pulled one back in the 56th minute.

Mahrez didn't celebrate, folding his hands to apologize to his old club, but the horror he exuded still made everyone shudder. A few minutes later, he sent another threatening shot wide of Vardy, leaving the team in a cold sweat. The game hadn't even been an hour into the game, and the first 30 minutes seemed surprisingly simple, and then the game turned into a tug-of-war. In addition to Mahrez's superb needle-threading skills, Delph's top position at Drinkwater also brought more width to the opposite side.

Villa were able to tear through Portsmouth's defence with ease at first, and it dawned on them for most of the first half that they were still new to the Premier League and deserved to be so good. So in the 64th minute, Villa played a delicate combination, Vlaar played to Mahrez, then played from the left to the right, and then went around from the right back to the left, before the Pompey Legion's defense could return to its position, Jamie Vardy found his magician Mahrez, the Frenchman, and poked the ball to Jamie, who hit Mendy's foot and flew into the door.

Own goal, 2:2 draw. With Heidward's head sinking and Keylor Navas sitting on the turf with his hands on his knees and shaking his head, a small purple area of Faton Park became noisy and the rest of the stadium became a cemetery.

Ward shouted at the retreating players, a problem that young people always have, after thirty minutes of strong momentum they look like they have dried up, this is the first game at home, and it is always painful to start a new season with a draw or a loss. Portsmouth's defense is getting wider and wider, Kante began to make up for it frequently on the wing, but Mahrez, who is always avoiding, makes people helpless against him, in the 72nd minute, Mahrez's shot was touched by Navas's finger, and the ghost almost let Portsmouth escape, this time the Frenchman did not hide his emotions, he held his head in his hands, he knew that he should kill the other party!

Srna began to wave his hands to guide the team and boost morale, Heideward looked at the cards in his hand, and then looked at the field, even if he was scolded by the Sky Sports commentary, he didn't make a change.

Klose is still doing what he's been doing, and the manager hasn't let him go, he's just doing it. Villa took the throw-in at the back, Vlaar headed it over, and the ball bounced towards Villa's captain Dunn, who was without any Portsmouth players around him, and he wanted to overplay the ball to Vlaar, but Vlaar could see Klose's quick pressing from the touchline. He panicked slightly, and kept the ball and went back along the line just now, but Dunn on the other side, as the receiver, did not run to answer, and Milo broke the return pass for the whole game, and finally let him grasp it at this moment.

Miroslav Klose got his foot up and down. Boom! The ball flew into the opponent's net, and there was no fancy movement at all, but it was extremely bad.

The ball is in, Klose! Klose! Klose! Klose, you little beauty! The players chased and hugged the players, and Hydward waved his small fists as if he was about to compete in a heavyweight boxing tournament.

Villa 2, Portsmouth 3, the lion fell under the hunter's gun.

With 12 minutes left, Ward immediately began to deploy his troops, Dele Ali, Mustafi, and Meunier came on one after another, Brent took the ball too much and knocked over Delph, Clattenberg showed a second yellow card, but this time no one objected......

It didn't matter that Villa came out of the nest and Dunn hoisted the ball one last time forward, and although the ball was still flying, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.