() The blue ones are like the sea, and the red ones are like flames.

After 90 minutes, the flames turned into fireworks, but the sea turned into tears.

The suspense was held up almost to the last second, when a red and blue pencil swirled and tossed and turned for 90 minutes in a dizzying spin before finally writing the 'red letter' – Anfield Stadium, which instantly became a paradise for Liverpudlians.

Jose Mourinho looked much older in 90 minutes, while Rafael Benitez looked the same for 90 years.

This time, the madman lost.

Completely lost.

Everyone knows that when Frank Lampard on the pitch at Anfield is not the best Lampard, Robben is not the most dazzling Robben, Kezman is still the crappy Kezman, Thiago is still the mediocre Thiago, Chelsea is naturally not the best Chelsea.

But Liverpool is different, it's almost the best Liverpool in almost 20 years!

The arrival of Benitez has rejuvenated the long-lost team, and the deep heritage and royal temperament that have been precipitated in the blood of the Red Army have also been re-emerging.

After the game, the two Iberian coaches whispered to each other, and then walked up to their players.

One by one, the Blues sat on the pitch at Anfield, surrounded by the cheers of the opposition fans.

Jose Mourinho walked up to the weeping Terry and comforted his captain.

Then there are the blue-clad players like Frank Lampard, Claude Makelle, Glen Johnson.

On the pitch at Anfield, what people saw was not the usual high-spirited madman, but a parent with half a hundred hair and good words to comfort his children.

The song of You Will Never Walk Alone echoed over Liverpool and many fans rushed inside to celebrate with the Reds.

Especially Tang Wu.

When the security guards dispersed the fans surrounding him, the poor guy was left with only a pair of shorts on top and bottom.

"Hey! What did you grab? ”

"I grabbed a shoe, what about you?"

"I only grabbed one sock!"

After being ejected by security guards, several "well-loaded" Liverpool girls got together to discuss the "loot" with great interest.

"Lisa, what about you?"

The long-haired, big-breasted girl named Lisa looked proud, and after seeing that there was no one else around, she tucked her hand into her T-shirt and pulled out a glove.

"Oh my God!"

"It's a glove for the left hand!"

"Lisa, how did you do that?"

The women asked on their feet.

Everyone knew that the gloves on Tang Wu's left hand were worth more than his right hand.

Lisa blinked, "I put it in my hand, and he let go!" ”

Lisa said, gesturing to Opai on her chest.

"Oh! I'll just say to a gentleman! ”

"That's right, England only has a gentleman!"

The other girls were all envious.

"Oliver, what did you grab again?"

"yes Oliver, your position is so good, why didn't you grab anything?"

The blonde Oliver shook off his short hair, pinched his waist, chewed gum and said, "Who said I didn't grab anything?" I've grabbed something countless times better than you! ”

"Walter?"

"What is it?"

"What's better than a tome glove?"

Under the expectant gaze of the women, Oliver straightened his chest and pulled out a curly hair from his Oupai.

"Look, this is it!"

"This..."

The women were stunned for a moment, then reacted, and they all covered their mouths in surprise.

"Oh, buy, cake!"

"Oliver, what did you just do to you?"

......

Tang Wu is a little sore egg, it is indeed an egg pain!

You said you can pick up my clothes, why do you still use your hands and feet?

Under the protection of the security guards, Tang Wu came to the entrance of the players' tunnel.

"Hey, how does it feel?" Bei Bald asked with concern.

"We'll find out when we take it apart." Tang Wu pointed to the gauze on his right shoulder, "From the current point of view, there is no problem. ”

"That's good, let's go change your clothes!"

Bei Bald patted Tang Wu on the back and greeted the next team member.

"Hey, how does it feel?" After not taking a few steps, Alonso approached Tang Wu and asked the same words as Bei Bald.

"Yay!" Tang Wu pointed to his shorts, "You don't know, a hand was put in just now!" ”

"Gross!" Alonso made a vomiting gesture, "I bet it's a greasy idiot in his mid-forties!" ”

"I promise not!" Tang Wu was still smiling.

"Why? Who do you see? ”

Tang Wu shook his head: "No, I was pressed to the ground at the time, and I couldn't move." ”

"Then why aren't you a middle-aged idiot?"

"That's it." Tang Wu said, dropping a small object in Alonso's hand.

Alonso took a closer look and it turned out to be a pink manicure.

"Hmph, that's even more disgusting! I didn't expect that greasy uncle to be a gay! Alonso's dead duck had a stiff mouth, and while stubbornly retorting, he pretended to look down and sniff.

"Hey, it's still orchid-flavored!"

"I don't have orchids on my balls!" After Tang Wu finished speaking, he walked into the locker room.

Poor Alonso stood outside the door, looking down at the manicure on his hands. The next second, I was holding my stomach, and this time I was really going to vomit.

......

After the match, when asked what would happen in the final against Milan, he was relaxed: "Let's enjoy the day first, to be honest, I never thought about how to play in the final. ”

"The lads are already pretty good today, aren't they? So why not relax? ”

"And I believe that if we can beat Chelsea, we can win against Milan......

In the midst of the Liverpudlians', the reporter handed the microphone to the magic bird again.

'May I ask Mr Mourinho, some people say that Chelsea lost because someone rushed into the pitch at the last minute to disrupt the game, what do you think about that?

The magic bird shook its head decisively after hearing the question clearly.

"No, I don't think a football hooligan who storms the pitch can influence the outcome of a game."

"So does that mean Chelsea deserve to be eliminated today?" The journalist is cunning.

"No, I don't think so either!"

Mourinho ignored the reporter and continued.

'Chelsea are a great team and the players are top-class.

'The responsibility for today's defeat was on me, and although the players played really hard according to my tactical set-up, they still didn't score a goal.

"That's why I'm and it's not about my team."

Just as the reporter wanted to further mock the magic bird, the Portuguese coach, who had put the responsibility on his shoulders for the team's elimination, continued: "But don't forget, my tactics and the team have always been the top in England. ”

'You can see that in the league table this season.

"I hope you'll ask again after I win the next race."

The reporter opened his mouth, but never uttered half a syllable.