As Tang Wu was lying on the ground with the ball in his arms to stall for time, the cameras found Chelsea owner Abu in the stands, and the Russian oil tycoon's face was full of regret.

In almost every Chelsea game, Abou is there in person. For people of his level, money is no longer so important. Anything related to business and money can be pushed back, and there is no way to stop him from coming to the scene to watch the game.

After witnessing Drogba's close-range volley saved by Tang Wu, Abu shook his head again and again, with a look of pity on his face.

No matter how much Mourinho talks about Cech in front of the boss, Tang Wu's excellence is not covered up by a transfer.

If the time is still at Chelsea...

It was hard for Abu to stop himself from thinking in this direction.

Probably realizing that he was on the big screen, Abu's face immediately returned to calm. Either way, Cech's excellence is there for all to see.

Of course, if the goalkeeper position can also have two players at the same time, maybe Abu will really buy Tang Wu back with a lot of money.

The failure to score in the volley did not affect Drogba's form, on the contrary, he turned it into an attacking motive, attacking Liverpool's defence again and again.

In the 37th minute, Duff made a low cross from the right, and Joe Cole fell to the ground in the middle to shoot, which was saved by Tang Wu at the right post.

One minute later, a Chelsea corner came back into the Liverpool box. Drogba's header was not on top and was confiscated by Tang Wu.

In the 43rd minute, Lampard fired a powerful shot from outside the penalty area, which was directly rejected by Tang Wu. Drogba's follow-up shot was blocked by Hyypia, who followed up in time, and defused the crisis.

On 45 minutes, Chelsea attacked again on the edge of the Liverpool penalty area. Drogba acted as a transit point this time to help Duff make a two-one.

After bursting into the penalty area, Duff suddenly took advantage of the acceleration, took advantage of the change of rhythm to shake off Carragher, and rushed towards the baseline with the ball. The Irish winger volleyed vigorously less than five meters in front of Tang Wu, and Tang Wu subconsciously raised his right hand and single-handedly knocked Duff's small-angle shot out of bounds.

In this way, Tang Wu once again used a wonderful save to defuse Chelsea's last attack in the first half and try to keep the Reds in the net.

Tang Wu's protection temporarily added an incomparably strong lock to Liverpool's door.

......

"Don, it's a good guard!"

In the players' tunnel, Gerrard put an arm on Tang Wu's shoulder.

"Captain, it's a little bad!"

Tang Wu took off his gloves and palmed them up, showing the latex face to Gerald.

"Don, this is..."

"Captain, look, my gloves have never been torn to this point in the half!"

The latex surface of Tang Wu's hands is densely engraved with "scars". Especially in the palm of the right hand near the thumb, even a large piece is dropped.

"This one was scraped when he pounced on Duff's cross..."

"This one was rubbed when I was fighting Drogba..."

'This is Frank Lampard's long-range shot and I grind it when I got up in a hurry..."

Tang Wu cherished the scratches on his gloves, just like a veteran on the battlefield would remember every scar on his body.

Seeing the appearance of Tang Wu's gloves, the Red Army members who were originally in high spirits fell silent.

If you ask Cech to take off his gloves and compare them with Tang Wu's at this time, you will find that Cech's gloves are only stained with gray, and maybe they are similar to new.

"Don, don't worry, we won't let you be so tired in the second half!"

Hyypia also came over and patted Tang Wu on the shoulder and comforted.

"No, Sammy, I'm not tired!" Tang Wu shook his head.

Although most of the first half was spent in high concentration and saves, with Tang Wu's physical reserves, this loss was not a problem.

Even if the second half was still this kind of high-intensity defensive battle, Tang Wu would not frown.

"That's not what I'm worried about." Tang Wu looked thoughtful.

"What? So what are you worried about? Gerald asked curiously.

'Captain, have you noticed that Chelsea are attacking more and more?'

It started with Frank Lampard's shot, then Didier Drogba, then Joe Cole, Duff and even John Terry rushing into the box to head it over.

Chelsea's multi-play not only meant attacking variety, but also meant that almost everyone in the first half was unimpeded in attack, with players from any position able to find the right moment to attack.

If that's the case, that's too bad!

Even if Tang Wu Heavenly God descended to earth, he would not be able to stop the ubiquitous attack.

Back in the locker room, Bei Bald routinely summed up the team's performance in the first half, and at the same time gave high praise to Tang Wu.

"Boss, can we score another one in the second half?" Tang Wu asked suddenly.

"What? Can't hold it? Bei Bald asked with a smile.

Tang Wu shook his head, "It's not a question of whether you can hold it or not, it's that a ball is too unsafe!" ”

In football, sometimes a one-goal lead is not a good thing, especially Liverpool's success in stealing chickens early on.

Why?

The reason is simple!

The difference of 1 goal will make the mentality of the players on both sides change.

The lead suffers from gains and losses, and sometimes I don't know whether it is better to keep this goal or score another one, which is negative thinking; Those who are behind feel that the difference of 1 goal is not big, and there is still time and opportunity to catch up, which belongs to positive thinking.

One positive and one negative can make a difference in the scene.

Especially when the equaliser is scored from behind, the blow to the leading team is multiplied.

Those who had led before felt that the lead they had won so hard was gone, and they were frustrated; The equaliser will take advantage of the momentum brought by the regained draw to build on the momentum and hope for another goal.

Therefore, in football, many teams often suffer from psychological disorders after taking a one-goal lead, and eventually let the opponent overtake and lose the game.

And a two-goal lead is different!

A two-goal lead is undoubtedly a double insurance, the winner is smoother, and the inferior is more urgent, and such a psychological gap is not comparable to a one-goal lead.

"yes, I thought so too!" Bei Bald nodded and began to tap on the tactical blackboard, "We played well in the first half, not only leading by one goal, but also saving a lot of physical strength. ”

"In the second half, we didn't hide it. We've got to get out there and play against Chelsea! ”

"Steven, you can shoot from distance, you have to play an offensive path here."

"Moreau, you can retreat appropriately, get closer to Reese, and take care of each other."

"Kerwell, you intersperse more running. Your role is to create opportunities for your teammates! ”

After instructing the frontcourt players one by one, Bei Bald cleared his throat and asked, "Is there anything else you want to add?" ”

"Boss!" Tang Wu raised his hand again and shouted.

"What else is going on with you?"

"Boss, I think we need to change our defensive plan as well."

"Oh? Do you have any good suggestions? ”

In the first half, Liverpool retreated strategically, but they really suffered a lot. In the second half, the Reds had to go hand in hand, and naturally Chelsea were not allowed to attack so smoothly.

However, the Blues' "wing + long pass" tactics gave Bei Bald a headache, not only could the numerical advantage in the middle not be brought into play, but the defenders on the wing could not better complete their tasks in a one-on-one situation.

No way, Chelsea's cards are too strong!

So at this time, if Tang Wu can come up with a good and feasible defensive suggestion, Bei Bald will most likely take it.

"Boss, I think we should play like this in the second half..."

After Tang Wu finished speaking, there was silence in the Liverpool dressing room, and even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Everyone focused on Bei Bald, who held his arm with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, contemplating as if he was constipated.

After a while, Bei Bald finally opened his mouth.

"That's not Liverpool's style! How did you come up with the idea, though? ”