Green Life

In the early spring of April, the warm wind was blowing, and the singing at Anfield at night was loud, and a Champions League battle was going on here.

The gate of hell guarded by Liverpool has officially opened, revealing bloody fangs, ready to choose someone to devour!

"Torres received a wonderful pass from Mark and made the first contribution for Liverpool at the beginning..."

The Spanish commentator on the TV raps at a speed comparable to that of fried beans, without even needing to take a breath.

Zidane touched his bald head, quite surprised.

The offense was not complicated, but Ma Keqin's resolute advance and clever through pass still caught his eye.

Why didn't he run in front of Hleb and Diaby's defense? Instead, he took advantage of the chance in the backcourt and quietly ran to Xiaofa and Flamini's defense zone?

It's like a stream of water suddenly jumping out of warm water, straight into the hinterland, fast and direct.

"F**k", Wenger muttered to himself, even if he was angry, he would not yell, this is already his limit.

Walking quickly to the sidelines, he rarely reprimanded the players on the field loudly, "press, don't let them take the ball casually, don't let them pass the ball in front of the penalty area, press!"

"Did you want to go back to London after the first ten minutes?"

Cesc Fabregas and Flamini looked at the wildly celebrating Liverpool players with their hips akimbo, feeling a little depressed.

They are all regretting. If I had directly fouled or shoveled, I might not have lost the ball so quickly.

Their gorgeous style of play makes their defense gorgeous, or gentlemen, because they are used to the ball being controlled at their feet most of the time.

Liverpool's non-possession style of play has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even against weak teams, it is rare to see their possession rate exceed 60%, and 55% is already the limit.

Because they have too many medium and long passes, and they are pursuing speed and efficiency. When Alonso is there, they just hit and hit, and then continue to hit.

So that when Ma Keqin suddenly dribbled the ball directly from the middle like their style of play, they were not prepared enough!

Changing people is like changing knives!

"Tofu, that pass was good just now."

"Call me tofu again, I'm in a hurry with you..."

"Ha ha,

Who made you so white"

The Liverpool players huddled back and got off to a perfect start, joking lightheartedly.

Benitez smiled and clapped on the sidelines, rejoicing that he also had a good luck. No matter where Mark Qin goes in the future, he will come out of his hands.

Good at discovering and using young people, this is the gold letter signboard of many famous coaches when they go to dig little demons.

The angry professor next to him didn't know how many young talents he had abducted by this.

"Arsenal has been passive since the beginning, but there is still a lot of time. They only need one goal, and they can regain the disadvantage," Peterson said while celebrating.

"The defensive lineup Arsene Wenger made today doesn't seem to work. What do you think, Micah?"

McManaman nodded and said: "The reason why Wenger arranged this is that they are away, and their central defenders have made too many mistakes recently. Today they are still continuing this record. In fact, I think this is a coma. trick"

"Oh?" Peterson asked, "How?"

"They play three central defenders, and the system is not mature at all. If there is one less player in the frontcourt, the pressure on Liverpool will naturally decrease, and the pressure in the backcourt will increase instead."

"You're saying that if they play well offensively, they can make the guards less likely to make mistakes," Peterson said.

"Yes, the level of their back line is here. The best way to defend is not to put them under pressure"

After the re-kick-off, Arsenal rushed into the attack under the pressure of being eliminated.

Liverpool launched a press from the midfielder, Mark Qin and Lucas back and forth in the central midfielder position.

"Mark, he tackled Flamini, Diaby, protected the ball, gave it to Clichy on the wing, Gerrard was following him, Fabregas..."

Mark Qin mainly stared at Flamini. They had no full-backs, so that Liverpool's two full-backs could safely and boldly shrink and protect the penalty area.

Hleb is interspersed in the left and right ribs, Fabregas is in charge of the final pass in the front waist area, and Mascherano is in charge.

"Cesc Fabregas, strike...", Peterson called.

Just now Clichy distributed the ball to Fabregas, who came over to meet him, in the same position as Mark Qin, but on the left.

He turned around after catching the ball, and while Mascherano was close to him, he directly passed directly to the penalty area with one foot.

Adebayo jumpstarts...

"Reina, he came out, Adebayor, single-handedly, Reina tackled, he saved Liverpool, oh no, offside...", these few kicks made Peterson very busy.

Arsenal's passing speed is indeed too fast.

Mark Qin really admired Fabregas's pass just now, which can be called a scalpel.

Carragher had already fallen to the ground and shoveled enough for the ball, but the ball still slid into the penalty area against his feet. If Adebayor hadn't run two steps earlier, the ball would have been really dangerous.

Scalpel vs Scalpel!

"Very similar attack!", McManaman said. "Fabregas responded. He probably didn't want Mark, who is three years younger than him, to compare. These may be the best two in the next ten years. Midfielder, they're going to show it off tonight"

Fabregas walked back with a stern face, even when facing Manchester United and Ronaldo, he never had such an expression. It felt like being defeated by his opponent with his own trick!

uncomfortable! Wohuo!

"Javier (Javier Mascherano), don't let him face the back line so easily, hold him up," Carragher got up and exchanged defense with Mascherano.

He also didn't get used to it for a while, forgot that there were two midfielders today, and Lucas would naturally fill him in when he pushed out.

He was still guarding in front of the back line as he was used to in the past, and when he reacted and ran over, Fabregas had already passed the ball.

"Understood", he gave Reina a thumbs up, thanking him for his timely attack to make up for his mistakes.

"Take your time, don't worry," Ma Keqin slapped his hands and shouted loudly. The incomprehension in the midfield was still exposed, and he could only make as few mistakes as possible.

Reina drove the ball to Arbeloa, and Mark Qin hurried over to meet it. He pretended to catch the ball, turned around and gave way, and wiped past Fabregas who was pasting him.

"Doo", pulling people foul.

"Cesc Fabregas and Mark spoke directly, he obviously stepped up his defense," said Peterson.

"Get out, pulling clown", the stands are not as civilized as the Emirates Stadium, so they just scolded.

At the beginning of the game, Cesc Fabregas did not move much, the referee did not draw the card, but just warned him.

Mark Qin didn't get entangled, put the ball on the ground and passed it to Lucas the guardian, and then quickly ran to the frontcourt.

"Liverpool immediately launched an attack, Lucas received the ball and crossed the ball to Arbeloa who was on top." The two full-backs are the fulcrum of Liverpool's attack.

Fabregas turned around and went to press Arbeloa. Mark Qin had already stepped up, but he didn't dare to let the midfielder fill him in. Could it be that he made the same mistake twice?

Arbeloa pushed straight to Gerrard in front of him.

"Captain", with a shout from the side, Gerrard turned his back and buckled his left foot, turned around and pushed away Chrissy who was close to him, and rushed forward along the right side!

He had just run two steps, and the ball was comfortably in front of him, allowing him to sprint with all his might.

He likes the feeling of running.

Feel like flying.

fly.

"Oh..., Senderos, fierce foul, he tackled Gerrard who was already speeding up"

"Beep, beep, beep...", the referee blew his whistle hurriedly and ran over quickly.

"F**k, do you fucking want to die? This is Anfield, not a place for you to play wild." Mark Qin stared at Senderos who had just got up.

Shorten him by a head, wow, I have to do what I have to do!

"Vald donkey", "garbage", "f**k", "I'll go down and shovel you to death in a while!", the stands next to it immediately boiled.

"Doo...", the nearby Arsenal and Liverpool players also rushed over, and the linesman intervened between him and Senderos in time to stop a possible conflict.

At this time, the referee ran to the scene of the incident, raised a yellow card high, and waved his hands to signal the players of the two teams to disperse.

"On the 18th, don't cause trouble, hurry up and disperse," he said to Mark Qin.

"Mr. referee, shouldn't this vicious foul be a red card?" Mark Qin asked.

The referee shook his head, gestured for a direct free kick, and said at the same time: "Don't question my scale"

Ma Keqin saw that he couldn't change it and ran over to see Gerrard. Fortunately, he was tripped while running at high speed, not shoveled.

After tightening his sneakers on the ground, he stood up, and Ma Keqin looked at him and said, Captain, you are too honest... I guess.

The free kick was two meters away from the corner of the penalty area, and whoever came and shot it would be enough. Mark Qin and Gerrard discussed it, and it was Mark Qin who took the penalty. His presence in grabbing the header was too low.

"Liverpool's free kick, Mark came to take the penalty, we see Skrtel and Carragher have gone up"

Ma Keqin glanced into the penalty area. Following the whistle of the referee, the inside of his right foot shoveled on the lower part of the ball with a "bang". The ball circled an obvious arc, just like a cross, and went straight Small restricted area.

"Skrtel, header..."

In the penalty area, Skrtel jumped high, pressing on Toure, and it was a head hammer attack.

But just now when he was grabbing the position, he rushed forward a little bit, and he and Toure both fell back a little.

This is enough, but the strength is useless, and the angle is still a bit positive, which was confiscated by Almunia with both hands.

"Oh, it's on point, Skrtel's point is very good, Almunia, counterattack, Arsenal's counterattack..." Peterson yelled loudly before he had time to feel sorry.

As soon as Almunia threw the ball, he sent the ball to Hleb on the side of the midfield, and Mascherano, who stayed in the backcourt, hurried over to press his ball space.

Enrique also frantically chased after him. He was waiting for the ball from the clearance just outside the penalty area, and was preparing for a second attack. Unexpectedly, Almunia threw the ball behind him with a hand throw.

"Hleb, Hleb, he's very fast..."

"Javier Mascherano is blocking his inside lanes, Liverpool come back really fast..."

From the sky above the court, I saw a red tide chasing a few white dots running at extreme speed.

"Enrique is back, Hleb is at the corner of the box, Mascherano seals the box"

When Hleb reached the corner of the penalty area, he made a sudden stop, shaking Mascherano, who was retreating in front, and Enrique, who was on the side.

At this time, Adebayor has inserted into the penalty area, Fabregas is at the top of the penalty area, Arbeloa and the returning Carragher are defending them.

"Look at Diaby..." Ma Keqin shouted while running.

The distance he went back was too far, and he watched Diaby rush towards the penalty area with his long legs, followed by Lucas who couldn't catch up with him.

Hleb dunks the ball back, pushes it lightly along the penalty line, and Diaby wades the ball into the penalty area in one stride.

Carragher quickly gave up Fabregas at the top of the arc in the penalty area, and ran frantically to block it.

But it was still too late, Diaby swung his thigh, and shot straight away!

The ball hit Reina's calf with a duang sound, and bounced into the net of the near post.

Quick Reina didn't respond at all!

"Goal...al...al, Arsenal, deadly counterattack, too fast, Liverpool had no time to organize the defense," Peterson shouted.

"One to one, the two sides returned to the same starting line, the game has just gone on for 13 minutes, will this be a goal battle?"

Ma Keqin ran outside the penalty area and stopped helplessly...