() 2 goals in 3 minutes, Liverpool took 3 minutes to shorten the score gap to 1 goal.

At this point, even the most pessimistic Reds fans began to believe that God had not yet left them.

"Will Liverpool pull off a miracle?" Zhan Jun's trembling voice came from the microphone.

Garcia also picked the ball out of the net and ran towards half court.

In one go, chase back the score that is behind!

After the restart, the Milanese became cautious.

Milan's attack was fast, and Liverpool's counter-attack was fast. But this is not the same as the other.

Milan's fast is clean, neat and concise. There wasn't much time for the Reds defenders to think, and they attacked the opponent's goal with three passes and two downs, and scored the goal.

The Reds' speed is really fast, whether it is the fast serve counterattack or the reaction and support speed of the frontcourt players, it is not comparable to Milan's group of "old guys" in their thirties.

"Hey, slow down, slow down!" An Pang yelled on the sidelines.

He is sure that as long as Milan continues to play in the way just now, sooner or later Liverpool's "mad dogs" will equalize the score, or even overtake.

Liverpool is fighting too fiercely, the Premier League focuses on physical confrontation, even Alonso dares to use his body to hit the opponent.

Coupled with the fact that Premier League teams are better at figuring out the scale of refereeing, the Reds' physical confrontation has always been just right to limit Milan.

In the 55th minute of the game, the score became 2-3, and the suspense returned.

The Milanese, under the command of An Fat, slowly slowed down the tempo.

Liverpool, on the other hand, want to play against Milan, after all, the Reds also have the confidence to do so.

The Reds' quick counter-attacks were not covered, and when the Milanese failed to attack, it was the moment when Liverpool counter-attacked.

After scoring two goals in a row, the blood of the Reds boiled. A momentum called self-confidence gushed out, and everyone hoped to have a needle-to-needle offensive battle with their opponents.

The opponent has Dida, and we still have to!

What are you afraid of!

More goals than who scored? Or is it less than who conceded the goal?

Do you dare to bet?

The Reds have relied on holding on to the mountains of Juventus and Chelsea, but now the crazy Reds don't want to defend anymore and want to fight for it.

An Pang naturally saw Bei Bald's careful thoughts, and kept telling the team members to be calm and slow down the pace.

It's not that they won't attack, but they'll wait for Liverpool's madness to pass.

"Attack, attack, attack!" The KOPs shouted from the stands.

The cheering of the Milan fans could no longer be heard at the Sun Yat-sen Stadium, and all the KOPs who played the twelfth person on the field were pulling their throats to cheer for the Reds.

In the 58th minute, Kaka tried to break through Gerrard, but Gerrard clung to the big Brazilian boy like a piece of kraft candy.

After three times and two times without shaking off, Reese, who rushed from the side, assisted the captain to squeeze Kaka aside and cut the ball off.

Two steps forward with the ball, Reese's teammate who was running without the ball was out of space.

With a straight kick, the ball came to Baroshe's feet.

Instead of running with the ball, the Czech striker stepped on it. Take advantage of the change of tempo to kick the ball out from the center of Nesta and Stam.

Garcia, who was plugged in from the side, pushed straight at Maldini's pull, and Dida leaped high but didn't touch the ball.

With a "boom", Garcia's anti-offside rapid fire was denied by the crossbar.

"Alas!" Sighs rang out from the stands.

Again, just a little closer, as long as this goal is a little lower, Liverpool can tie the score.

Just as Garcia was about to step up to shoot, Milan's veteran captain Maldini stretched out first and swept the ball wide of the wing.

Carragher, who was inserted on the wing, stepped on the ball and swept through the middle, and under the protection of Maldini, Dida quickly got up and knocked the ball out of the box with a single fist.

Pirlo stopped the ball on his chest and twisted to kick it, watching the ball fly in the air, all the Milan players patted their chests and had palpitations.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound at Liverpool's half-time.

Looking at the ball flying back overhead, the Milan players were blindsided.

Didn't the ball just fly away? Why did you fly back again?

Tang Wu ran to the position of three meters in front of the center circle, and without waiting for the ball to land, he directly swung his leg and kicked the ball back into the Milan penalty area.

Liverpool have gone completely crazy!

In the face of the ball flying back in the air, the Milan players could only grit their teeth and organize the defense again.

"Risser's long biography..."

"Gerrard's header ferry..."

"Liverpool's corner!"

"Corner kick taken..."

"Dida punches the ball out!"

"The ball was kicked back by Tang Wu again..."

Liverpool went completely insane, and even if Milan wanted to slow down the tempo, the Reds were not happy.

Coupled with the cheering of the tsunami from the stands, the Red Army players seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and they had the momentum of wanting to tie the score in one go.

The Milan dynasty, which was invincible in the first half, was beaten by the Red Army like a reservoir dog in the second half.

Seeing the team like this, Milan fans also kept their mouths shut. They never thought that these tall and handsome Italian male models would have such an embarrassing day.

Only Tang Wu and Hamann were left in the backfield, and six of the remaining players rushed to the Milan penalty area and bombarded the Milan gate.

"Oh my God, what a team this is!" In the neutral stands, a nera shook his head and sighed, "If Inter had the spirit of Liverpool, why would it have fallen to such a point today?" ”

It's not terrible to lose, it's terrible to lose and lose!

Liverpool showed an indomitable determination to give Milan a good look.

The master Pirlo, with his beard disheveled and his hair dirty, was like a beggar begging in the streets, and was repeatedly squeezed down by the Reds with his body, and then got up to defend.

There are also Shepchenko, Kaka, Crespo, and other offensive players who are not good at defense, all of them are also disgraced and dilapidated.

In just ten minutes, Liverpool won two free-kicks and three corners in front of the goal, pressing Milan's onslaught.

Tang Wu was not idle, he has been acting as a scavenger, and the entire half of the Red Army is his range of activities.

Even a 35-meter free kick was stopped by Tang Wu, and after the other players stood in the penalty area, Tang Wu drove a good quality free kick, but it was destroyed by Stam.

The game has not yet come to an end, but it has already entered the white-hot stage.

An Fat scratched his ears and cheeks on the sidelines, hoping to find a suitable time to end the scene with a substitution.

There is a fatal place for Milan today.

That's stamina!

Unlike the Premier League, which ended the league a long time ago, Serie A ended more than half a month later than the Premier League.

Although Liverpool also played an FA Cup, the Reds still had a long break compared to Milan, who were almost on the beaten track.

And Milan is too old!

Especially the defenders, Cafu is 35, Nesta is 29, Stam is 33 and Maldini is 38. It's been a long time since these Serie A defenders, with an average age of 34, have played such a fierce match.

On the other hand, on the Liverpool side, Barosh is 24 years old, Garcia is 27 years old, Reese is 25 years old, Gerrard is 25 years old, Alonso is 24 years old, and Tang Wu is 21 years old.

When these young men in their twenties desperately want to fight with the old guys on the other side, even they can't make up for this gap.

"What to do? What to do? Just as An Fat turned around the bench, looking for players who could come off the bench, a handsome young man stood up.

In the 65th minute, it was Tang Wu's big kick near the center circle that kicked Milan's clearance ball back.

But Baroshe and Maldini went over the ball together and the ball was met by the well-timed Dida.

This time, the Brazilian did not heed the advice of the manager to "seek stability", as he saw his compatriot near the right of the middle waving at him.

"Whoosh!"

Dida tossed the ball to Kaka's feet as fast as he could.

Seeing this, Smitchell hurriedly stepped forward to make up for the defense, and Kaka wiped his feet, and when he shook off the opponent, he actually opened a big kick directly.

The ball swept across the sky above the Sun Yat-sen Stadium like a meteor, and under Tang Wu's unwilling gaze, it crashed straight into the Red Army net.

Swish!

Hula!!!

The cries of the Milan fans, who had been unheard for a long time, resounded in the stadium, and the KOPs held their heads and kept muttering: "It's not true, it's not true..."