Green Life

Anfield is sleepless tonight, because here is the most watched football match in Europe and even the world, the only first leg of the UEFA Champions League semi-final.

The Red Army and Barcelona are still fighting fiercely, scrambling, you make moves, I respond, every second counts, every inch of ground counts, every ball counts.

The big screen above the stadium stands brightly, Liverpool, 2, Barcelona, ​​0, this is a score that many people can't believe, but it happened.

The red waves in the stands one after another, deeply submerged the tiny red and blue behind the goal, and the cheers and cheers 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 out a single yellow card, but in the second half, in less than fifteen minutes, he had already drawn out three yellow cards.

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

Iniesta has obviously strengthened his tough breakthrough. Although his figure looks very thin, they really have no way to retreat.

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

"Strengthen the breakthrough, break through", Guardiola can no longer describe it as anxious, but is about to jump, and the sidelines are his stage, back and forth, shouting loudly.

The fans next to him basically didn't understand Spanish at all, but this didn't prevent them from disrupting his command with wave after wave of boos.

As time slowly elapses, the game has entered the brink of life and death. The current score and scene are at a delicate critical point. Maybe a straw falls and something will change, or Barcelona's Jedi counterattack, or Liverpool kills the game.

It's just that the current Barcelona is really not so easy to kill.

"Liverpool's style of play has not changed much. After more than 60 minutes of the game, their strategy is still very effective, but Barcelona has obviously strengthened their personal breakthroughs," Zhan Jun explained.

"Yes", Zhang Lu answered, "Now the entire Barcelona offensive system is blocked by Liverpool. Only by relying on their personal ability to break through can they hope to revitalize the entire offense."

It's just like this, it's really tiring, Messi has just taken the lead, he hasn't completely flown out of outer space, and fought with three people for half a game,

He is also very tired.

Enrique kicked the ball out of the sideline with his first kick just now. If it wasn't for fatigue, he would not have made such a mistake, keeping the ball far away from the reach of his feet.

Because almost all of the first and second half were driven by his breakthroughs alone, even if the gods kept breaking through like this, they would have to breathe a lot.

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

Marquez is walking off the court. Apart from serving as the background, his performance today hardly played any role in defense. Abidal on the left and Pique on the right, he couldn't help.

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

Messi thought this way in his heart, this is their usual routine, Pique is a man who claims to be able to play in three lines, a central defender with a knife, which also shows Guardiola's dissatisfaction with the scene.

He turned his head to look at Ma Keqin, who was also panting not far away. Today he was firmly on his in-cutting route. His defense was not good, but he was very difficult to deal with, almost stuck his own The power of passing the ball made him very, very awkward.

He dribbled the ball by himself, and he kept following, like a dog's skin plaster, but behind him, there must be someone, and he didn't see it, it looked very sunny, why so many small tricks.

And I really didn't feel how powerful he was, but he just shot and passed.

"Barcelona took the lead in making a substitution. Puyol replaced Marquez. This is a counter-substitution of a central defender. What does it mean to not change an offensive player but a central defender?" Peterson asked.

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

But the trainer's train of thought cannot be guessed by ordinary people. For them, the offense of the entire team has always been a whole. Now there is a problem with the advancement of the team's middle lane. Go up, but he can't revive the offense, only Pique is left.

Ma Keqin was moved when he saw the substitution. Guardiola had already begun to realize 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 Maxine had hit the mark again. Barcelona really played like this in the second half. Pique is going to advance in the middle, leaving only Puyol behind?

It's just that when you come up, there will be a huge gap behind you. Ma Keqin thought in his heart that from this moment on, the game may go in another direction.

In 180 minutes, they have won 60 minutes and took the lead.

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

"Peak? Peake is coming up," Peterson called unexpectedly.

Mark Qin went up to block without recklessness, Harvey also ran to the side, and took away Mascherano. Only Yaya Toure acted as a fulcrum for Pique in the position of the midfielder, avoiding Torres' counter-robbery.

One two and one, Pique dribbled the ball to break through the middle, and Mark Qin quickly blocked it, blocking the passing route between him and Messi.

He is also making a choice, let Pique pass the ball to others, or let Messi go, this is a multiple-choice question without choice.

"Pay attention to his overhead ball", Ma Keqin quickly turned his head and yelled towards the back line, and then saw what Pique would do. You can pass the ball, but you can't pass the ball to Messi, and don't try to break through from me. He even Ready to foul.

"Pique, Pique, pass the ball over the top, it's for Eto'o, huh," Peterson gasped, "Reina came out too timely, he pressed the ball under him first, just now This ball is dangerous"

"Just play like this, continue," Guardiola's eyes lit up, clapping his hands loudly to encourage the players on the field, he finally found a way to break the game.

Just, a little hasty.

"Give it to me," Ma Keqin ran back two steps, patted his chest and shouted at Reina.

"Look at him, don't let him pass the ball." Guardiola, who was still happy at the last moment, suddenly ran along the sidelines anxiously. He didn't know who to shout at, but he just shouted.

Not far away, Pique, Messi, and even Alves all rushed towards him, but they were still a bit too slow. This game let the world see Mark Qin.

The rise of a great midfielder who, even though Barcelona rush up the pitch, can't stop him from sending the ball where it wants to go.

Pressing down on his chest slightly, he threw Reina over to unload the ball, and before the ball hit the ground, he turned around with a volley and slammed his left foot on the middle and lower part of the ball.

The ball flies high, flies halfway, and will go where it should go, the huge space behind Pique and Alves.

There it is, galloping, Torres.

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

Guardiola's palms were sweating. Heaven and hell were intertwined so quickly that it was hard for the hearts of ordinary people to bear.

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

When Torres got the ball, he was near the corner of the penalty area. Valdez went halfway again, and then went back hesitantly.

At this time, many people finally understood why Guardiola's system needed a goalkeeper instead of a goalkeeper, so no matter how good Hart's skills in front of the goal, it was useless.

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

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

Torres didn't use any fake moves this time, he just went to Puyol directly. If I can't make it to a veteran, I can retire as soon as possible. This is his inner monologue.

"Torres, Torres, he went straight to the bottom line, he passed Puyol, Puyol couldn't keep up, the chance..., my God, Barcelona's defense today, it broke..."

At the moment when the ball was about to reach the bottom line, Torres quickly pushed the ball with his left foot, allowing the ball to escape Puyol's sliding tackle, and Abidal, who retreated to the small penalty area, was haunted.

Because the ball was passed behind him, he turned around and saw the white rushing up from the ribs, and Yaya Toure who was trying to make up for it.

"Oh oh oh oh", this is the red expectation in the stands behind them. They seem to see the moment when the fireworks rise again, and see the ball break through the enemy's goal again.

Gerrard didn't let them down, he didn't even adjust, and with his right foot facing the ball, he drew a powerful ground ball with one kick.

"Boom...", "Gerald, Gerald, Jay...la...de..." can only be called an explosion at this moment.

Valdez, who was fast with the ball, didn't even have time to close the wicket, and jumped directly from under his legs into the near corner of the goal, another three-legged goal!

"Oh..., Goaaaaaaaaaaal..., Steven... Gerald...", the cry that broke through the throat took a while to brew, because many people did not believe the result.

Thousands of pairs of arms waved to the sky at the same time, chasing the one on the field who opened his arms, vibrated, flew and shouted, and ran to the sidelines, the captain of the Red Army.

Gerald!

Today he is the most tiring, 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 defeat Barcelona, ​​and only three sharp knives are needed.

Guardiola turned around unbearably at the moment the ball entered the net. They were beaten for more than 60 minutes, so what if the scene was dominant?

I want this possession, what's the use?

I want this oppression, what is the use?

Still upset, still losing!

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

"Go to warm up, go to warm up, I want you to play immediately, give me a strong attack in the middle, Bojan, you replace Eto'o, pull out of the penalty area and cooperate with Messi"

"Hleb, you also break through the middle for me, prepare now", there is no time to waste, he immediately ran to the sidelines, "Yaya (Toure), Pique, there is no Messi yet, come here, give it all I'll come over"

Ignoring the Liverpool players who were celebrating wildly, when the three came over, Guardiola hurriedly ordered: "Yaya, you nail me firmly to the central defender position, watch Torres, and don't go forward."

"Pique, just follow the way you played just now, push me forward and cooperate with Messi"

"Messi, Bojan will replace Eto'o in a while, pull out of the penalty area, you break through from the ribs in the middle...", he has already used it in the end.

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