The two sides are still attacking each other, and the rhythm of the game is still intermittent, and this season, in the game that was promoted as the representative game of the Premier League, the two teams showed the pinnacle of the Premier League's technical flow football. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And now, in order to get a ticket to the final, both teams have to come up with something more.

The weights were neatly placed on the table, and the two sides stared at the game, neither of them knowing who would really cross the river and reach the other side.

Until the 45th minute, there was still no progress between the two sides, and it was still 0-0.

Looking at the statistics of the first half, Liverpool had 54 per cent possession, 57 per cent of crosses were successful, dozens of shots on goal, four on target, and zero goals.

Arsenal spent 46 per cent of their possession, 73 per cent of their crosses were successful, had eight shots on goal and four on target, and scored zero goals.

In terms of efficiency, Arsenal are slightly higher, but Liverpool's control style of play also gains a slight advantage in possession in adverse situations.

Gerrard was injured and gave four minutes of stoppage time in the first half, but no one took advantage of their chances in those four minutes.

When both sides entered the locker room, the atmosphere was not very good.

'As things stand, Liverpool have an away goal and Liverpool obviously prefer to see both sides not score, but they have to be wary of Arsenal, if Arsenal open up, then a match-up or goal shootout is inevitable.

This season, there have been many Liverpool games, the first half and even the first 70 minutes were played with restraint, and finally a goal battle suddenly broke out.

As soon as he entered the passage of the locker room, Wang Zhen was immediately stopped: "Wang! ”

Wang Zhen turned around and saw Benitez: "Boss, something's wrong?" ”

"Gerald's diagnosis is out." Benitez's face was slightly heavy.

Wang Zhen frowned: "What injury?" ”

"Banded muscle tear."

"Huh?" Wang Zhen stepped forward: "Isn't that going to be injured until the beginning of next season?" ”

"There is a great possibility, the doctor said that the injury in this position, the speed of recovery is not certain."

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt a tendon, and the banded muscles obviously belong to the injured tendons, Wang Zhen nodded: "I know, you want me to announce the news to my teammates, right?" ”

"I think Gerrard's injury can motivate them, and it's up to you how to do it."

Wang Zhen nodded: "I understand." ”

Wang Zhen entered the locker room and saw his teammates taking off their jerseys to check the shin guards.

After thinking about it, Wang Zhen stood up and raised his hand and patted it.

Everyone turned their eyes on, and there was no other sound in the dressing room, only the hustle and bustle of the stadium, which was still enthusiastic.

"Gerald's injuries have been checked."

"What injury?"

"Seriously?"

Wang Zhen paused: "A muscle tear in the top of his foot, the injury is suspended for one to three months, and there is no Gerrard for the rest of the season, or rather, he can only sit in the audience and cheer for us." ”

Everyone lowered their heads, but Alonso stood up: "Such a serious injury? ”

'The injury is not serious, but the injured part is difficult to recover, and it is a right leg injury, which has nothing to do with the previous injury, it is a cumulative injury outbreak caused by years of training and playing, but what I want to talk to you about today is not Gerrard's injury.

"Huh?"

"We have five games left this season, there must be five more games, and the next game, the 36th round of the league, we will win the title if we get points, and then we can have a long rest, we don't have to think about the league, and then it's the Champions League final, the FA Cup final."

'It's been a season, not just Gerrard, not just me, but everyone here.

"We're not a rich club, but you guys have almost the highest salaries in the world and are loved and respected by the best fans in the world. I know that all of us, too, gave everything, and it was all in exchange for everything we had. ”

"Our car, our house, our children's schooling, our vacation money, everything."

'You deserve it, and as you know, the team's finances have been on the verge of collapse for years, and it's because we've won game after win that we've been able to hold on to today.'

"And everybody understands that maybe, next season, next season, I don't know when, there will be a huge personnel change in the team, in other words, to make sure that all of us, all of us in this room are still in one team, and all that is left is this championship schedule."

"Maybe at this moment, you won't have any feelings, but if you lose, have you thought about what will happen? The team quickly disintegrated, and everyone flew separately. Ten years, twenty years, even thirty years have not had a chance to get together again, and thirty years from now, what will everyone think about this game? When the time comes, it will be meaningless to regret why you didn't run a few more steps, didn't run a few steps faster, didn't handle the pass well, and didn't stop the opponent. ”

"I've always been a not very optimistic person, I feel like I need to fight for everything, and I don't want to think about it when I can't play, and I still remember my past failures."

"If, thirty years later, sitting on a rattan chair, we recall the victories of the year, the champions of the year, then it can be regarded as a good memory, it is worth remembering, as long as we fail, even the opportunity to recall the career in the future will be deprived! How do we face the full house of fans at Anfield if we fail! If we fail, we tonight, then what to face Gerrard lying at the Royal Liverpool Medical School? ”

After a calm narration, the tone was suddenly raised, and the tone was impassioned, and everyone felt it and stood up together.

Wang Zhen glanced at everyone's faces: "The atmosphere in our team is good, we don't have as many injuries as Arsenal, we don't have that nasty owner at Chelsea, and we don't have endless squabbles in the Manchester United dressing room. I was thinking, why can't we win the championship when we are the best team? There is no reason, no one can stop our championship schedule, we have to break through, we have to move forward, we have to enter the venue of the three finals, we want to win the honor! ”

"Remember, we are a powerful Liverpool, we are a great Red Army with a long history and domination of European football, we inherit the glory of our ancestors to expand our territory, and we also want to make our descendants proud of us!"

"The championship of a few years ago, everyone may have experienced it, maybe it was a step late, but now we have the opportunity to create a Liverpool legend belonging to 0809, why should we give up?!"

Mascherano stood up, waved his fists, and shouted: "Yes! Why! We are the best team and we deserve the highest honours! ”

"Gerrard is gone, and Alonso, and Babbel, and Mascherano, and Riera, and Torres, and Daniel, and Carragher, and Dosna, and Hyypia, and Arbeloa, and Reina, and ...... I! We can all share Gerrard's work, we are still a perfect team, we have to tell all opponents that even if Liverpool is short of soldiers, it is still Liverpool, this is Anfield, this is our home stadium, this is the foundation of our glorious history, this is the final place of glory! ”

"This is the stadium of the great Liverpool, this is Liverpool, the victory belongs to Liverpool!"

"Slogan!"

“？” What the!

“the.reds！” Red army!

“？” What red?

“！” Victory Red.

“！” What a red!

“！” Red of Blood.

“！” What a red!

“fire！” The Red of War!

"You'll never walk alone!"

"Tell the fans, tell the world, tell every opponent, we're Liverpool!"

"Invincible!"

In every critical battle, before every decisive battle, slogans are always inevitable.

Liverpool's players cleared everything and walked out into the pitch with pride and bravery, as did their opponents.

To win, it only takes one chance, it only takes one chance to get a ball, it only takes one shot on goal, it only takes one pass that is just right.

Among the thousands of attacks, this attack is waiting in the dark, waiting for the players to dig and complete.

It's like a mission that must be accomplished.

Like every supporter makes long and interesting assumptions in their minds.

It exists, it just needs someone to polish its shell, it waits to come.

With sweat, with blood, with life, to light.

Light up everything that didn't happen this time, but was destined to happen.

War, it's a war.

The confrontation like a meat grinder, the scene like a lumberjack.

Someone is constantly being cut down, and someone is constantly desperate to get up and rush to football.

Hold high the red flag and rush into the unknown.

"Alonso! Wonderful truncation! ”

"Torres, he sounded the alarm for Arsenal!"

"Mascherano! Blocked! Blocked! Arshavin is blocked! ”

"Reina! Van Persie's shot was heroically and tenaciously pressed under Reina! ”

Gradually, everyone realized that changes were quietly taking place inside and outside the arena.

"Liverpool is recovering, like a sleeping dragon, its snort is getting heavier and heavier, and when it opens its eyes, victory will come!"

Rafael Benitez was roaring, Professor Arsene Wenger was roaring, and the running red lightning filled the field.

"Hyypia, Hyypia, break on the line of the penalty area!"

The ball took off in an instant, and in an instant it was at Riera's feet, who looked around and made the right choice, passing between Arshavin and Alexander Song and falling in front of Alonso not far away.

Alonso stepped on a frequent, quick pace, with a football, and broke through the halfway line.

Torres ran fast with his long legs, not forgetting to pull the side.

Wang Zhen was churning in the penalty area, looking for every possible opportunity to catch the ball.

The football was racing and the Arsenal players rushed to Torres with all their might.

Torres lifted his foot, turned his back to Silvestre, and slammed the ball with his left foot, sending the ball flying over the box.

The team-mates did everything and got the ball into position perfectly.

And here, the forbidden area, the sky, is Wang Zhen's territory alone.

Like the boost of a jet engine, Wang Zhen jumped up instantly, opened his hands, and held his head high.

He, angrily and furiously, raised his forehead and slammed into the football.

"Bang!" Everyone seemed to be able to hear the mournful sound of the impact of the football.

"Wang Zhen! Head hammer! ”

(To be continued.) )