() How can there be such a capable player in this world?

How can there be such an ideal player in this world?

Not only does the ball play well, but he also looks so handsome!

The Liverpool players were speechless, the Liverpool fans were speechless, the Liverpool staff were speechless.

Is this kind of AC Milan something Liverpool can beat at this stage?

No one knows the answer.

Maybe Milan fans know, because they have only one answer: no!

"It's okay, it's only the 35th minute." Zhan Jun wiped the sweat from his forehead, "There is still an hour left in the game, and Liverpool still has a chance." ”

He's explaining to the fans who stayed up late to watch the game, and he's explaining it to himself.

For Liverpool there is still an hour to go, and for Milan, isn't it the same?

It takes you two hours to open your goal, but what about the remaining hour? Will it blow up four more times?

Zhan Jun didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it.

With the current power of Milan, two goals simply cannot satisfy the Milanese who are eager to win the glory.

"Think of something about it! Even if it's a different person! ”

In the stands, a young KOP folded his hands and prayed to the heavens.

In the past games this season, Liverpool have not fallen behind by two goals. Given the Reds' tenacity, Liverpool have equalised, and even surpassed.

But so what?

How can an ordinary league match compare to such an important competition as the Champions League final? How can an opponent who is facing relegation in the Premier League compare with Milan, which is in full swing?

A cloud of gloom hung over the hearts of the KOPs, and even the thousands of Chinese fans who came to watch the game prayed in their hearts.

Outside the Ataturk Stadium, tens of thousands of Reds fans gathered in front of a large public screen in the square, hugging the back of their heads in chagrin.

They did well enough, but Milan's counter-attack was too quick and thorough.

Competent, concise, without a hint of superfluity.

Even if Tang Wu's brain could react, his body couldn't make corresponding movements; Even if the body is pounced, but the manpower is within reach, and it is too easy for a small ball to get into the huge goal.

So far, Benitez hasn't made any changes other than bringing on Smitchell for the injured Kewell.

There were no substitutions, no substitutions, no instructions on how to play, only the assistant coach kept encouraging.

Bei's brain is like a high-precision computer, looking at the form on the field, and analyzing possible situations all the time.

Some of those situations have become reality, and some of them are just illusory.

But for Liverpool at the moment, there are too many holes that need to be filled.

Pulling a start, Bei Bald made four sets of options before the game, but none of them conceded two goals in the opening 30 minutes.

This is due to Tang Wu's excellent performance this season.

Trying to keep Liverpool's gates open has become a habit for all Liverpudlians, but they ignore that the Reds' backline relies on Tang Wu to fill the loopholes most of the time.

One of the important reasons why Tang Wu can beat Cech in personal honors this season is that Chelsea relies on the entire backline, while Liverpool relies on Tang Wu alone for most of the time.

The defense line formed by one person will eventually be crushed.

Then, now.

The Red Army members were a little confused, unable to attack, unable to defend, and this state made every Red Army member feel confused.

Liverpool need to make a reasonable change to refine their existing tactics.

But Liverpool were still on the same page after two goals down, and they needed to do so before the manager called a stop.

But even if they are still attacking, the mood of the players can no longer go back to before and after conceding a goal.

In the 37th minute, Gerrard made a wide shift on the right. Reese headed the ball down the middle and Baros fed it to Garcia. The Spaniard was visibly anxious and fired a right-footed volley into the outside of his foot from 17 yards out, the ball deflecting off Dida's fingertips but deflecting off the right post.

In the 39th minute, Liverpool made a comeback. Garcia burst into the right side of the penalty area, Nesta fell to the ground on his back when he blocked, Garcia smashed the ball with his right foot into Nesta's right arm, and the ball rolled to the feet of Pirlo on the side.

"Hey, referee, penalty, penalty!" Garcia immediately raised his hand and shouted.

"Penalty, penalty!" Gerrard also clapped his hands and signaled it was a penalty.

Barosh, Reese, Smitchell and others also stopped and gathered towards the referee.

However, the referee from Spain ignored the Liverpool player's appeal and instead reversed course and followed Andrea Pirlo's big foot towards the Reds half.

"Fack, this is the Black Whistle! Black Whistle! ”

"Miscalculation? Why would UEFA choose such an imbecile referee as the referee? ”

"Penalty, Farke, are you blind referees? It's an obvious handball! ”

The KOPs were furious, what a good chance to win back a city.

If Liverpool can level the score at 2-1 before the end of the first half, there will undoubtedly be a change in the mentality of the players in the second half.

However, just as the crowd was agitated and protested loudly, the KOPs' eyes followed the ball in the air and landed on the Reds half.

"Oh my God!"

"This, this..."

The KOPs stammered as they saw three white knives plunged into Liverpool's hinterland.

Crespo, Shepchenko, Kaka went hand in hand, and in front of them there were only three defenders of the Red Army.

When the six men ran through the middle circle, Finnan was able to cross the halfway line.

Three against three?

It's horrible!

For a striker, you can pick two on the bottom line; For strikers like Crespo, Shepchenko and Kaka, a one-on-three is not a problem.

But now the Red Army is facing the Milan trident, and even Tang Wu keeps his mouth shut, calculating the possibilities that are about to happen while retreating.

Commanding teammates to arm?

No kidding!

Three-on-three, one-on-one.

Someone misses another one and will naturally make up for it, since there will definitely be a leak in the defense. Just three defenders, how can I command?

It is difficult for a good woman to say that there is no rice, and Tang Wu is also a little slack, because no matter how he calculates, the opponent's goal rate is far greater than the probability of not going in.

The three white-robed generals quickly entered the Red Army restricted area like sharks smelling fish.

"Left? Right? ”

Tang Wu couldn't tell.

Kaka has too many choices, and until the last moment, he can only be led by the nose.

However, Kaka didn't let Tang Wu think for long, and pushed with his left foot to send the ball to Crespo's feet.

"Good chance!"

Tang Wu's eyes lit up and he immediately moved to the right side of the goal.

As the ball was distributed to one side, Hyypia and Carragher stepped forward to cover it.

Not only to block Crespo's shot angle, but also to block his return route.

As soon as the Argentine striker leaned on Carragher and touched the ball with his left foot, Hyypia in the middle rushed over.

Take a gamble!

That's what all Liverpudlians are saying.

If Crespo can still pass the ball back to Kaka's feet or directly to Shepchenko on the other side, then the ball will not be saved even if Da Luo Immortal comes.

But the Reds just bet that Crespo couldn't pass the ball, and he didn't even have the angle to shoot!

After the Argentine shooter took another step forward, Tang Wu's eyes lit up and he immediately opened his legs and rushed out.

Counting the goalkeepers, there are four defenders together, but at this time there is a situation of three people in the sandwich.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket!

The air at Ataturk Stadium was suffocating, and even the on-site commentators didn't know when they stopped squeaking.

Fans around the world are staring at Crespo and the ball at his feet, and so is Tang Wu.

Two meters, one step, half an arm...

In a trance, Tang Wu felt that he had captured the blue-white elf.

But the feeling of emptiness in his arms and arms reminded him that it was just a dream, a scene imagined by his brain.

After waking up from the dream, what caught the eyes of the Chinese goalkeeper was a pair of transparent wings.

The blue-and-white elf flapped its wings and flew over its head.

Tang Wu tensed the muscles of his body, and subconsciously bounced up with all his strength.

The two outstretched middle fingers seemed to be celebrating success in the air as if they were comparing "V", but what Tang Wu touched were the two non-existent feet of the elves.

"Beep !!"

The referee's whistle sounded again at the Ataturk Stadium and the cries of Milan fans were heard again over Istanbul.

"Is this a nightmare?" At the Sandon Bar at Anfield Stadium, Tony, the cleaner, took a shuddering sip of the cheapest ale and listened to the sound of his heartbreak with the many fans holding the back of his head in the bar.