() Don't blame Ancelotti for being in a hurry, Liverpool are obviously going to play against you at this time. As a goalkeeper, you don't know how much Liverpool don't attack enough, but you don't know how much to slow down the tempo and play steadily, but you start to kick it quickly?

In this Champions League, the Brazilians have delivered 7 Champions League games and 623 minutes without conceding a goal, which is ironclad proof that the Milan defense is not leaky.

But in the general perception of the outside world, Dida is not as good as Van der Sar and Casillas. Although his goal-line skills are still passable, many times, his reading ability needs to be improved.

Like now.

Dida thought a big kick could keep the ball away from goal, but the ball was once again controlled by the Reds in midfield.

The white Milanese players retreated like a tide, and as soon as the Reds sorted out their formation, they immediately launched a long-pass attack.

Sidewalk!

The two wings were opened up into two vacuum corridors by Bevu, and when facing the two veterans Cafu and Maldini, Reese and Garcia ran desperately, just to eat your "old age".

Such a fast-paced attack and defense was a bit overwhelmed by the Milan players, and when Reiser's cross from the left was kicked, Maldini was still looking helplessly from two meters away from him.

It was Liverpool's fourth attack of the second half and Milan's box was already full when the ball began to fall.

Who will grab this first?

Cafu? Stam? Seedorf? Hyypia? Garcia? Barosh?

The KOPs silently recited the names of each of the Red Army members who participated in the championship, and when a red figure jumped high from the crowd, Zhan Jun immediately called out his name.

Gerrard!

Ten meters in front of goal, Gerrard's header was extremely tricky.

The 1.95-meter-tall Dida has tried his best to stretch his body, but his fingertips still haven't touched the ball.

Swish!

In front of the Milan goal, the sound of the ball entering the net sounded.

"Hurui !!"

All the KOPs stood up, including the nearly 10,000 Chinese fans who entered the scene. One by one, they stood up and shouted, cheered, and said a thousand words, and finally turned into one name: Gerald!

At the critical moment, it was the captain who took the lead in standing up!

Gerrard didn't celebrate after the goal, rushing forward to pick up the ball from the net and running towards midfield.

53 minutes, 1-3, Liverpool still have two balls to chase.

"It's just one goal, we still have two goals advantage!" Milan fans patted their chests and comforted themselves.

"One has been scored, and there are only two goals left in the gap!" Liverpool fans clenched their fists to cheer themselves on.

After the restart, the ball came to Kaka's feet again.

However, before Milan's forward speed could finish rushing away, a red figure flashed from the side, directly knocking the big Brazilian boy away.

Captain Gerrard again.

Spanish referee Gonzalez ignored Kaka's appeal and awarded Milan a free-kick.

At 25 meters, three Milan players stood in front of the ball.

Tang Wu lined up the wall of people, and he didn't care who was in charge of the ball.

"Pirlo, sideways."

"Seedorf, step on."

"Shevchenko!"

Under Huang Jianxiang's low voice, the ball drew a rainbow in the air. After bypassing the human wall from the outside of the human wall, he turned around the door frame again.

It's okay, it's just an inspin ball!

Tang Wu immediately judged the path of the ball, moved two steps sideways, and then flew up, picking the ball off the crossbar with both hands.

“to”

“to”

The on-site commentator yelled and applauded Tang Wu's rescue.

"Lightning!"

Tang Wu didn't have the praise of the commentator, and yelled before he got up.

In an instant, at least three members of the Red Army took a step and galloped.

Tang Wu got up and swept away, kicking the ball into the empty space behind Cafu again.

If it's not new, it just works!

Seeing that he was using the gap left by the Cafu plug again, An Fat was so angry that his face turned black.

By the time the ball was dead, it was already time to tell the Brazilian to do his duty first.

Garcia intercepted the ball on the sideline and continued to dribble with it.

Speed up, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!

In this way, Stam and Garcia are like racing for a 100-meter sprint, except that the 33-year-old Stam needs to run to Garcia's track and squeeze away from his opponents.

"Garcia broke with the ball..."

"Stam, Stam..."

"Walter?"

In the exclamation of the commentator, the scene of Mars hitting the earth was not staged.

In the moment before the two made contact, the Spaniard suddenly stepped on the ball with his right foot, turned 360 degrees in the air against Stam's body, and hooked the ball with his left foot while landing with his right foot, and cut the ball from Stam's side to the inside!

For a moment, no one except the camera could see how Garcia had split the ball; But after the whole set of actions was continuous, all the fans spat out a proper noun in their mouths: Marseille slalom.

"Oh my God!"

"Marseille maneuver?"

With such a high-speed dribble, Garcia made this set of actions almost instinctively in order to protect the ball.

When he regained his balance, he found that Stam's big bald head had rushed out of the sideline, and in front of him was a flat horse.

The sky above the Sun Yat-sen Stadium can no longer be described as noisy, and after Garcia's Marseille maneuver, the whole stadium has been boiling.

Every fan yelled at their hoarse throat with all their might, but it wasn't enough to vent. Male hormones fill the stadium, and every female fan with a boyfriend sniffs the fragrance in the air and plans how to find a place to go crazy after the game.

That's the beauty of football's wildness!

The fans were amazed by Garcia's Marseille maneuver, but they hadn't lost their minds yet.

Liverpool's attack continued, but the Milanese defended a little clumsy.

After Garcia burst into the middle with the ball, people were surprised to find that Milan's defense had formed a three-on-three situation.

In the face of Nesta's scramble, Garcia easily distributed the ball to the feet of Alonso, who was following him on the side.

After a beautiful collision against the wall, Garcia not only appeared behind Nesta with the ball, but Alonso also stopped Seedorf's return for his compatriot.

Twelve yard balls, single knife!

Poor Dida, before he could see the Spaniard's one-two, noticed that Garcia had appeared in front of him with the ball.

Just as he was about to rush out to block, the ball that was close to the ground had already crossed his outstretched toes and rolled into the net against the post.

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooal！”

“goal，goal，gooooooooooooooooooooooal！”

When Garcia scored the second goal, Tony Sr. didn't believe his eyes at all.

"Old man, it's a goal, we've scored another one!" Alain said loudly from the sidelines.

"That's right, it's in, we've scored another goal!"

Everyone in the Sandon bar raised their hands in the air, and these Reds fans gathered in small rooms to watch the game gulped cheap ale, and did everything they could to vent their resentment.

"As long as Liverpool get one more, I'll invite everyone to three more drinks!" The bar owner shouted.

“re，re，re!”

The jubilation at the Sun Yat-sen Stadium turned into a word again, 2 goals in 3 minutes, and the KOPs could no longer suppress their emotions.

"One more, one more!"

Zhan Jun's fist on the table was clenched tightly, but it kept hitting the table because of the trembling.

Huang Jianxiang stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhan Jun's trembling hand to reassure: "Don't worry, there will be, there will be!" ”