Green Life

Tonight’s Anfield stays awake, because here is the most concerned football match in Europe and the whole world, the only first leg of the Champions League semi-final.

The Red Army and Barcelona are still fighting fiercely. Fighting, you make a move, I make a move, every second counts, every inch of the ground counts, and every goal counts.

The big screen above the stadium was shiningly upright, Liverpool, 2, Barcelona, ​​0. This is a score that many people can't believe, but it happened.

The waves of red in the stands were one after another, deeply submerging the tiny red and blue behind the goal, and shouting and cheering continued. At this time, there was only one voice at Anfield.

That is, Liverpool!

In the first half of the game, the referee did not draw a yellow card, but in the second half, less than fifteen minutes, he had already paid three yellow cards.

Two of them were given to Barcelona, ​​namely Eto'o and Yaya Toure, and one was given to Liverpool, which was Kuyt.

Iniesta clearly strengthened the tough breakthrough. Although his figure looks very thin, they really have nowhere to go.

Liverpool's highly targeted defense stuck every point of their offense, leaving their offense in a quagmire, slow and obscure.

"Strengthen breakthrough, breakthrough", Guardiola can no longer be described as anxious, but is about to jump, and the sideline is his stage, back and forth, shouting loudly.

The fans next to him basically did not understand Spanish, but this did not prevent them from using waves of boos to interfere with his command.

As time goes by, the game has entered the edge of life and death. The current score and scene are at a delicate key point. Maybe a straw will fall and something will change, or Barcelona will fight back, or Liverpool kills the game.

It's just that Barcelona is really not that easy to kill now.

"Liverpool's style of play has not changed, the game lasted more than 60 minutes, their strategy is still very effective, but Barcelona has clearly strengthened their personal breakthroughs," said Zhan Junjie.

"Yes," Zhang Lu answered, "Now the entire Barcelona offensive system is very deadly blocked by Liverpool. They can only hope to revitalize the entire offense except for their personal ability breakthrough."

It's just that, it's really tired. Messi has just taken the lead. He hasn't completely flew out of outer space, and he played halftime with three people, and he was tired.

Enrique just hit the ball out of the sideline with a kick. If it weren't for fatigue, he wouldn't have made such a mistake, keeping the ball away from the reach of his foot.

Because almost always rely on his breakthrough in the first and second half to drive the team, even the gods have to breathe for constant breakthroughs.

He wiped his chest and the sweat lying on his forehead, then turned to look to the sidelines, because the referee stopped the game and the old captain Puyol was moving his legs and feet on the sidelines.

Marquis is walking down the court. His performance today has little effect on defense except as a background. Abidal on the left and Pique on the right have not been able to help.

He was not a defender who relied on agility and speed, and was rushed by Torres, but at this time, it seems that Guardiola is going to let Pique get over him.

Messi thought so in his heart that this is their usual routine. Pique is a man who claims to be able to play in three lines and is a central defender with a knife. This also shows that Guardiola is not satisfied with the scene.

He turned his head and looked at Maqin, who was also wheezing not far away. Today, he was firmly on his inner line. His defense was not good, but it was very difficult, and he almost stuck himself. Passing the ball makes him very, very awkward.

Taking the ball by himself, he kept following, just like a dogskin plaster, but there must be someone behind him, and he didn't see it, it looked very sunny, and there were so many small tricks.

And I really didn't feel how good he was, but he just shot one pass.

"Barcelona took the lead in the substitution, Puyol replaced Marquez. This is a central defender's match-up. At this time, instead of changing offensive players, instead of changing central defenders, what does it mean?" Peterson asked.

"It should be because of Torres. Marquez can't keep up with him. The combination between him and Pique is very dangerous now. Although Puyol is older, he is more flexible than Marquez." McManner Man answered.

But the coach’s thinking is not something that ordinary people can guess. For them, the entire team’s offense has always been a whole. Now it’s the team’s midway that has a problem. He has to rely on people to go up. Yaya Toure can Go up, but he can't attack, and only Pique is left.

Mark Qin watched the change in his heart. Guardiola was already aware of the problem, but he hadn't played the cards thoroughly. "Captain, pay attention to Pique," he ran to Gerrard and said.

Gerrard nodded, thinking that he was right again by Mark Qin. Barcelona really played like this in the second half. Pique is going to advance in the middle, leaving Puyol behind?

It's just that the moment you come up, there will be a huge gap behind you. Mark Qin thought in his heart that the game may have to go in another direction from this time on.

In 180 minutes, they have won 60 minutes and have the first opportunity.

Alves waited for Puyol to be in place and quickly threw a free kick. The ball still did not find any chance on Liverpool's left. This time Alves did not force a pass, but took a few steps back and kicked it back. Pass it up, Pique!

"Pique? Pique is coming up," Peterson called out unexpectedly.

Mark Qin went up to block without being reckless, and Harvey ran to the side and took Mascherano away. Only Yaya Toure served as a fulcrum for Pique in the midfielder to avoid Torres' counter-grab.

After one two over one, Pique strode the ball to the center to break through, and Maqin quickly sealed it up, and it was indeed blocked in the passing route between him and Messi.

He is also making a choice, whether to put Pique to pass the ball to others, or to put Messi, this is a multiple-choice question.

"Pay attention to his over the ball." Maqin quickly turned his head and yelled at the back line, and then watched what Pique would do. You can pass the ball, but you can't give Messi, and don't even think about breaking through from me. Prepared for a foul.

"Pique, Pique, pass the ball over the top, to Eto'o, huh," Peterson breathed a sigh of relief. "Reina came out too in time. He pressed the ball under him first. This ball is dangerous"

"Just fight, continue." Guardiola's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and loudly encouraged the players on the court. He finally found a way to break the game.

It's just a bit hasty.

"Give it to me," Maqin ran back two steps and shouted at Renner directly patted his chest.

"Look at him, don't let him pass the ball." Guardiola, who was still happy last moment, suddenly rushed along the sidelines in a hurry. He didn't know who was shouting, anyway, he was shouting.

Not far from him, Pique, Messi, and even Alves all rushed towards him, but after all, he was still a bit slower. This game made the world see Mark Qin.

Even if Barcelona snatched up the frontcourt, Maqin couldn't stop him from transporting the ball to where he wanted, the rise of a great midfielder.

The chest was pressed down slightly, and Reina threw the ball over to remove it. Then, before the ball fell, he turned around with a volley, and his left foot slammed into the bottom of the ball.

The ball flew high, leaped halfway, and went where it should go, the huge gap behind Pique and Alves.

There, it's coming, Torres.

"Torres, Torres, Liverpool's counterattack, my goodness, it's so fast," Peterson shouted.

Guardiola sweated in his palms, and heaven and **** intertwined so fast that it was difficult for ordinary people's hearts to bear it.

"It's Gerrard again, 2 to 2, Gerrard came up too fast, Alves and Pique are desperately chasing him, but they obviously can't catch up, look at Torres"

When Torres got the ball, he was near the corner of the penalty area again, and Valdés went halfway again, then hesitated to go back.

At this time, many people finally understand why Guardiola's system needs a goalkeeper, not a goalkeeper, so even if Hart's skills in front of the goal are good, it is useless.

With this kind of big foot, the goalkeeper is the last hurdle. If it was Neuer, he would have ran outside the penalty area with a flying shovel or a dive header to destroy the ball.

But if the eleven top players are on the same team, no one else has to play.

Torres didn't use any fake actions this time, he was just going to Puyol. If a veteran can't go there, I can retire early. This is his inner monologue.

"Torres, Torres, he went straight to the bottom line, he passed Puyol, Puyol can't keep up, chance..., my goodness, Barcelona's defense today is broken by a poke..."

At the moment when the ball was approaching the bottom line, Torres's left foot quickly pushed onto the ball, allowing the ball to escape Puyol's sliding tackle, making Abidal's souls who retreated to the small penalty area to risk.

Because the ball was passed behind him, he turned around and saw the white rising from his ribs, and also saw Yaya Toure, who wanted to work hard to fill the place.

"Oh oh oh oh", this was the red expectation in the stands behind them. They seemed to see the fireworks rising again at the moment they saw the ball breaking through the enemy's goal.

Gerrard didn't let them down. He didn't even adjust, facing the ball with his right foot and drew a vigorously rolling ball.

"Boom...", "Gerard, Gerrard, Ja... La... De...", it can only be called an explosion at this moment.

Valdez, who is fast with the ball, was too late to close the small goal. He quickly sprinted into the close corner of the goal directly from his legs, which was another three-legged goal!

"Oh..., Gooooooooooo..., Steven... Gerrard...", the cry that broke through the throat went through a period of brewing, because many people didn't believe the result.

Thousands of arms waved to the sky at the same moment, chasing them on the field, opened their arms, shook the flying shout, ran to the side of the field, the commander of the Red Army.

Gerald!

Today he is the most tired, and he is the only one who can go back and forth between the two bottom lines without stopping.

Today's Red Army trident, three people, all completed one pass and one shot, this is the weapon to break Barcelona, ​​only three sharp knives are needed.

Guardiola turned around unbearably the moment the ball entered the net. In the past sixty minutes, they were beaten, even if the situation prevailed?

I want this to control the ball, what's the use?

I want this oppression, what's the use?

Still uneasy ~www.readwn.com~ Still lose!

Then he seemed to be blessed to his heart suddenly, without even notifying the assistant coach, anxiously he ran to the bench and pulled Hleb and Boyan up.

"Go to warm up, go to warm up, I want you to play right away, give me a strong attack on the middle, Bo Yang, you replace Eto'o, pull out of the penalty area and cooperate with Messi"

"Hleb, you also give me a breakthrough in the middle. Prepare now." There was no time to waste. He immediately ran to the sidelines again. "Yaya (Toure), Pique, there is no Messi yet, come over, give me everything I'll come over"

Unreasonably celebrating the Liverpool players, when the three people came over, Guardiola hurriedly ordered: "Yaya, you nail me firmly in the position of the central defender, watch Torres, don't let in."

"Peak, just follow your play just now, push me forward and cooperate with Messi"

"Messi, Bo Yang will replace Eto'o in a moment and pull out of the penalty area. You will break through the ribs in the middle of the road...", at last he had already used it.

He wants to break the cauldron, sink the boat...