Gerrard's big mistake in the 83rd minute allowed Liverpool to hold on for nearly 40 minutes in the second half and completely crumble their resistance. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Gerrard wasn't the only one who collapsed, the entire team behind him was dealt a fatal blow.

In addition to Suarez, who can also fight Carrick with his individual ability, Liverpool's young midfielders are sleepwalking, unable to attack or retreat, and even veterans like Gerrard and Carragher have not been able to stabilize the morale of the army.

It wasn't the end of the day, and in the 85th minute, Ferguson made one last substitution: Fletcher, who had returned from injury, replaced Hernandez, and he and Carrick formed a more tacit back two, while Qin Goodall was pushed up the front.

The change brought him closer to Liverpool's penalty area, while Indian striker Robin van Persie finally got a little bit of relief.

In the 88th minute, Fletcher cut off the ball from the feet of Joe Allen, who had been hollowed out, and then dribbled past Henderson.

Henderson had been around Qin Good, and when Fletcher took the ball, he lost his judgment at this moment: intercept that man? Or do you want to keep an eye on the one in front of you?

So Henderson didn't target anyone, Fletcher and Qin Goode both broke through his defenses and then went straight in front of the penalty area.

As he had just come on the pitch, Fletcher was much more agile on his feet than Skrtel and Martin Kelly, who had been fighting for 88 minutes, and he was able to dribble the ball wide and then deftly smash it across to Chingude in the middle.

Qin Goode didn't take credit - because Carragher had already pounced in front of him - he just poked the ball to Van Persie who was closer to the penalty area with just a little tiptoe!

Van Persie, who had been fighting with two defenders for an hour and a half, was now empty, with Carragher and Skrtel all involved in their team-mates.

Bring the patty to your mouth, do you want to eat it?

General Fan shoots angrily!

He seemed to want to vent all his anger at not getting too many chances in the whole game on this shot, and under the powerful close-range burst, Liverpool goalkeeper Reyna did not react at all.

'5-2......' Alan Smith grabbed his hair, he didn't see Liverpool and Manchester United fighting to break blood, he only saw a massacre.

However, this is not the final word.

Just a minute later, in the final half-minute of regular time, Liverpool unleashed one last futile attack.

But before United's iron wall, their impetuous attack was blocked in front of the second line of defence - Carrick cut the ball away from the feet of a dazed and thoughtless Henderson.

The first to receive the ball was Ryan Giggs on the left, but he didn't have the physical strength to put on a one-on-one show, but he could barely do it with a wide range of 40-metre moves.

"Valencia Title Swift Walk......" Zhan Tianjun really wanted to close his eyes, because Valencia was not the only one in the picture, Fletcher, Van Persie, and Qin Goode were also sprinting at high speed!

Valencia had enough stamina to run 60 metres before looking up and shooting.

The broken-willed Reina was now unresponsive to Valencia's shot, only to turn his head and send the ball flying through the air.

However, Valencia's feet weren't quite warm up yet, and his shot hit the post and bounced back again.

The fastest Fletcher won the sprint with his teammates, and he scrambled in front of Van Persie and Qin Goode to kick the rebounding ball into the empty goal!

Even the neutral Martin Taylor was dumbfounded: "2-6!" Liverpool are in the throes of their home turf and are in a state of collapse......"

The Reds fans collectively lost their voices!

Even the most die-hard fans can't bear to keep watching.

While Fletcher was still celebrating, Helsey blew a short and long whistle.

It's game over!

The Reds ducked their heads into the tunnel and threw the ecstatic United players onto the turf at Anfield.

Fewer than 5,000 United fans have used Anfield as a stage for revelry, their sworn enemies have long since fled cleanly, and only a few extreme fans are still trying to put up a stubborn resistance, but how can the barking of one or two defeated dogs stop the roar?

"Glory to Manchester United!

Glory to Manchester United!

The Red Devils are on their way!

Now we are champions and no team can stop us!

We finished Liverpool and we made Merseyside lose its voice!

Ryan Giggs, we love you,

Paul Scholes, you are always the best!

And the Chinese God, the best player in Europe! ”

Ferguson also hugged his disciples one by one in a rare way, and then led them to the front of the fan phalanx accompanying the team, raising his arms and cheering together.

That multiple-choice question is not a single choice!

We're going to win the championship!

We're going to take out Liverpool too!

"Mr. Good-Qin?"

On the way to the away team's locker room, Qin Goode was stopped by a middle-aged man in a suit.

"Hello."

Looking at him, it's clear that he's not a fan, because he has a work card on his chest.

"Anti-Doping Association England" ......

He frowned: "Drug test? ”

The man nodded, then stopped Giggs again: "Mr. Ryan Giggs, and you. ”

The old Welshman glanced at his chest and greeted him with a smile: "Doesn't the old man have privileges?" ”

The staff also smiled slightly: "This is just a random sampling." ”

Giggs patted him on the shoulder: "I've been running for a full 90 minutes, and all the sweat on my body has evaporated, where else can I get you a glass tube?" ”

"Don't embarrass me, Ryan." The other party smiled and lowered his head, "Okay, gentlemen, come with me to the drug testing room." ”

He didn't say anything more, and Giggs and Qin Gude shrugged their shoulders and quickly followed.

After all, he has been a professional player for three years, and Qin Goode has long been accustomed to the routine process of drug testing after the game.

After each game, regulators take a few people from the players to the "little dark room" to extract fluids from their bodies.

Qin Good, who has been a thigh in Ketbus and Dortmund for three years, has been taken care of a lot, and after three years, he has also been pumped 30 tubes before and after, which makes him very familiar with this process.

But there seem to be a lot of staff in this little dark room today, and those guys can't wait to be video surveillance when they dig out their crotches.

Maybe it was because today's game was so sensitive that they had to take it very seriously?

He didn't think much of it, because his diet and lifestyle habits were the same as they had been for the past three years, and even if the FA's testing methods were stricter than those of the DFB, they would not be able to detect anything unusual in those liquids.

So he sprinkled it without hesitation, and left the test tube in the little dark room.

Let the Nobel laureates in chemistry in England taste the golden liquid of the uncle! (To be continued.) )