Green Life

The warm atmosphere at Anfield began to ignite from the first minute, indicating that an extremely important game is going on here, and Liverpool's opening is like a tiger down the mountain!

"Leila wasted a good opportunity. Liverpool almost took the lead at the beginning. They declared an attitude from the beginning, we will win!" Zhan Jun said sensationally.

We were here last year to fight against you, this year we still fight against you!

Mark Qin recovered and Mandanda drove the ball to the left. Cahill pressed the 163cm small Kone and pushed the ball back into the midfield. Today, both of their forwards are small and seem to want to play fast. The ball at the foot of the ball, rely on flexibility to win.

Alonso headed the ball and gave the ball to Maqin. Maqin immediately passed the ball forward to attack.

This is the established strategy of tactics.

He ran to the left to catch the ball returned by Lieira, facing the recovered Marseille midfielder Sheroux, knocked his heel, and handed it to the inserted Enrique.

After a season of tempering in the Premier League, the "Bulls" have been extremely sharp defensively and offensively, and supported Liverpool's left corridor alone.

He is now the left back of the Spanish national team, which is much better than his previous life.

Enrique ran towards the bottom line with the ball wind, and Marseille's right-back and right-forward had to reclaim.

This gave Mark Qin free space on the sidewalk.

After receiving the ball from Enrique, he immediately took the ball and cut it in, and passed the ball between right forward Ziani and Xerou to Liela at the corner of the penalty area.

Ziani is also less than 1.7 meters tall, and Maqin doesn't know why Hergère likes being so small this year.

There was no time to think that it was useless. Lela leaned on his big body to hold the ball with his back, and Maqin quickly ran past Xielu and inserted into the middle.

This is obviously a two-over-two match.

"Liverpool was in a very good state at the beginning, especially their superstars, two and two cooperated, Xie Lu fell to the ground and tackled," Zhan Jun said, watching Liverpool pass smoothly, "They are not going to give Marseilles anything. Breathing opportunity"

He was right. Liverpool just wanted to beat Marseilles as soon as they started.

Liela's return was seen by Xie Lu, and a chasing tackle fell to the ground, trying to tackle the ball.

Egéré stood on the sidelines in a panic, Liverpool's opening offense was crazy.

Maqin stretched his left foot forward, slightly blocking Xielu's foot sweeping the ball, and he staggered, but he didn't care about the ball and continued to run to the middle.

Mascherano was all pressed up, and pushed directly from behind to Maqin in front.

At this time, he had already ran to the top of the arc in the penalty area, and without a pause, he directly knocked the ball to Alonso, who was bowing and shooting arrows in the crowd.

"Alonso, long shot..." Peterson shouted.

With a bang of the ball, it passed Maqin, who was out of the way, and went straight to the crowd. You can imagine how painful the dull echo of "Duang" was.

Makqin didn't know who blocked it, anyway, the ball came back, and Marseille's defense quickly moved to the center.

Mark Qin, who was at the top of the penalty area, just got the ball that popped up. Without even thinking about it, he flicked his outside instep and sent it to the right rib of the penalty area, where Gerrard strode in again.

"Also, Mark made a beautiful pass, Gerrard stopped the ball, Taiwo went up, put a shovel to block"

The penalty area in Marseille is simply turbulent, and the grass is full of soldiers. Gerrard is passing, not shooting, because the angle is a bit small.

His fake shot caused Taiwo to release the shovel, and took a step directly to the bottom line, then he raised his thigh and swept the small restricted area vigorously!

"Gerard! Cross!" Peterson shouted.

The ball flew through a pile of long-legged jungle, and also flew over Mandanda's fallen leg.

Shoveling all the way along the way, when the ball flew to the center of the small penalty area, it finally hit a foot, reluctantly changed its direction, and plunged into the goal!

"Goooooooooaal...al..." Peterson yelled heartily as he saw the ball hit the net, "Liverpool is ahead, who made it?"

There were too many people in the penalty area, and he didn't see it clearly for a while. After a while, he finally saw a black-haired boy wearing a size 18, jumping from the ground, roaring to the sidelines.

"Mark, it's Mark, grab a shot from the center!"

"Boom...", the whole stadium is boiling. It is this momentum. From the beginning, you have no chance. We are destined to be promoted, Red, Liverpool!

"Roar..." This time Maqin ran to the fan stand again, embracing passionately the fans near the stand.

"The ball has been scored..." Zhan Jun exclaimed excitedly, "Liverpool's offensive is like a wave, wave after wave, Marseille can only parry, they probably did not expect to encounter such a crazy attack, which is no less than naked. fight"

"Just eight minutes after the game started, Marseille's goal was declared lost. Where is Anfield so easy to stay?"

Egere ran his hair anxiously and lost control. His strategy of defending and counterattack failed from the very beginning!

How to do? attack?

He was anxious like ants on a hot pot.

It's just that he hasn't predicted the seriousness of the matter. This is the beginning. Did Liverpool say that scoring stopped?

So, when Egéré looked at Liverpool after the kick-off, as always, when they pushed forward crazy.

There was a thud in my heart, like falling into an ice cellar.

The momentum has risen, the butcher knife has appeared, and you can kill without getting the neck! !

Crazy red, sweeping everything, tearing everything to pieces, it is blue panic, it is fearful confusion.

kill! Kill him in a river of blood, kill him without leaving a piece of armor!

Kill him, the sky is bright!

There were looting and biting everywhere, and the Marseilles only saw the red, which had nowhere to hide.

Except for Bigfoot or Bigfoot, Marseille has been completely messed up, letting Egéré yell in vain from the sidelines.

Time and time again, the ball was transported to the frontcourt, and it banged loudly. Liverpool had already played crazy!

"Oh my God," Peterson cried frantically, "This is Anfield, remember, this is Anfield!"

There is red everywhere, and every time the ball ends up, it is red!

"Marseille is completely shrunk in the penalty area, they have nothing to do!" Zhan Jun rarely saw such a scene.

The moment when the butcher knife is swung down will come after all, the crazy time all feels like a fast passing, in fact it is only a few minutes.

That's it!

Mascherano stopped the big **** that Marseille had driven out, and without any hesitation, he pushed directly to Maqin.

Marseille did not have any pre-pressing and looting, everyone returned to the penalty area, everyone!

He turned around calmly, a large space, except for the blue bus in the restricted area.

"boom……"

"Liverpool, GOGOGO!" The fans in the stands have also been intoxicated by the excitement.

This violent whirlwind carries a crazy horn.

With a big-foot diagonal pass, Enrique stopped the ball steadily on the sideline, and now there is no need for organization!

It's crazy! Just bomb it!

Enrique started suddenly, got rid of Ziani's position, directly kicked and passed, there was no full-back beside them, they all shrank into the penalty area.

Egère's heart throbbed, and when is this suffering moment over!

not end yet.

Liela, Kuyt, and Gerrard struggled for the top spot in the penalty area. They knew that they were all their comrades on the periphery.

Cannonballs will fly over again and again until they blow up this restricted area into rubble!

"Enrique made a cross, Kuyt, was pushed by Taiwo first, Alonso on the right side of the penalty area got the ball and got the ball."

There is no respite at all.

Every time is the death knell of suffocation!

Liela carried Zubal on his body, and struggling to push the ball from the back point back to the small penalty area!

"Kuyt! Kuyt! Strike!" Peterson saw a battlefield like a forest of guns and artillery.

"Mandanda, hit him on the chest, bounced into the penalty area, it's not over yet"

Because there is still Maqin there, Kana and Xielu who came quickly have panic on their faces and have no choice but to shovel, even if it is a penalty.

It's better than being caught in a storm like this, sinking!

It's just that their wish is destined to be unfulfilled, and Mark Qin's raised thighs gently lowered, and the back of the instep hit the ball.

Gerrard was not far from him, facing a half-height ball, never giving Marseille any chance of dying to struggle.

Turn sideways, lift your left foot, and volley like a whip!

It's too close, and the gods on the small restricted area can't stop it.

The ball was not a white light, but a silent sonic boom. It bounced off the back net in the goal with a bang. The force was not exhausted, and it bounced back quickly and bounced into the penalty area!

This time is really over.

"Du", the referee outside the penalty area firmly pointed to the middle circle, what a good game, it is not used to run back at all.

"Boom!", "Roar...", a red trend led by Gerrard rushed to the corner flag area and glide on the ground!

This is the most hearty game at Anfield this season, and it is the contention of Anfield's red recovery.

In addition to being confused or confused, Ben Alpha has not touched the ball since the beginning of the game, and they have fallen behind by two goals!

where is this place?

Here is hell!

"Gooooooooooooo... Gerrard, Gerrard! 2:0, will Liverpool be a massacre today? The glory of the Champions League's biggest score is still in their heads," Peterson said in disbelief.

"After just fifteen minutes of the game, Liverpool scored two goals. This is Liverpool's best fifteen minutes this season," McCain also shouted passionately.

Torres stood up from his seat and applauded excitedly for his teammates. They played really well. They will not be eliminated. They are all waiting for me to go back. His heart is hot.

"Ah...haha", "Let's continue", "Just fight like this", "Fuck them to death"

Everyone in Liverpool howled frantically on the sidelines, this kind of game is worthy of Anfield!

This is a holy place of passion and madness!

Listen, the singing that is full of voices, look, the red flags flying around, and the harsh decibels.

"Whatagame!" Peterson said passionately, "Liverpool is going to kill this game!"

Yes, they still have to attack, until they completely crushed Marseille into powder, making them sound like Anfield.

fear!

Herrere's hands were trembling, because after re-took the ball, he found that the red was flooding like a tide.

There seems to be no end.

"Roar, roar~www.readwn.com~ The fans in the stands don't know why the team is so crazy today, but this does not prevent them from screaming.

"Liverpool is still attacking, they are still attacking, my goodness, did they collectively take a stimulant today?" Peterson shouted incredulously.

"They have shown their momentum and madness, and now no one can stop them..."

The tide was wave after wave, as if never ending, the momentum of Marseille was completely suppressed!

Egere frowned, turned and signaled to the bench, Rodriguez got up to warm up.

Just fifteen minutes! He is about to change into a central defender!

"What is that?" Zhan Jun said incredulously, "Egéré is going to change? The match is less than twenty minutes! What happened to him? Is he frightened by Anfield's horrible aura? This way Marseille will be complete. Lost the last hope"

He can't manage that much anymore, now the most important thing is not to be beaten...

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