The two sides fought fiercely for an hour, and the score was still 0-0.

Just as the fans cheering on both teams drank their throats, Steven Gerrard whipped in a quick free-kick.

Alonso picked up the ball on the left and quickly crossed diagonally, and Garcia headed the ball into the top left corner from eight yards.

"It's in!" Zhan Jun swung his fist fiercely, full of anger.

However, just as Garcia was about to fly to celebrate, the camera moved to the sidelines.

There, the linesman held the flag aloft in his hand to signal offside.

Garcia, who had just run near the baseline, immediately turned into a bitter melon face, and the Liverpool teammates who rushed up to celebrate excitedly also looked at each other, but they didn't expect this wonderful pass to be offside.

Before Garcia, Crouch and Colwill could get back into their positions, Seny, who had just been out of bounds, suddenly threw the ball into the hands of his teammates.

Diego who receives the ball. Lugano quickly put the ball in the position where Garcia was offside and kicked it to the feet of Sicineo on the wing.

Sao Paulo played a quick counterattack!

Sicineo immediately rushed forward along the wing corridor after receiving the ball, the Brazilian's body was flexible and accelerated, and the Liverpool players who returned to the middle found that if they wanted to stick to the wing at their own speed, they could only end up eating dust behind Cicineo's ass.

"Stuck position, don't grab it, don't let him pass you!"

Tang Wu has a good vision, he knows that if Carragher is easily broken through by Sicinho at this time, then there will be no defender on his side who can stick to defend at the first time, then the opponent is likely to cause a situation where he faces him directly.

Carragher, who ran two meters away from Siciño, slowed down, turned sideways, and stuck on the inside.

Ciciño, who had already carried it deeply, saw that there was no teammate to follow, so he could only stop the ball and wait for his teammates to support.

Seeing that the other party also slowed down, although Tang Wu still maintained a highly tense mental state, Carragher breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows that when the opponent stops, even if he passes his teammates, he has a chance to make up for it.

South American players have no match for their football acumen in other countries and regions, they not only understand the ball, but also the situation on the pitch and even the mood of the opponent.

Carragher's momentary relaxation was immediately captured by Siciño, who suddenly slammed into the ground, flicked the ball forward, and ran away again.

In less than two steps, Sicinho was one position ahead of Carragher.

"Not good!" Huang Jianxiang in front of the screen was worried, because at this time Sisinho had already made a successful incision.

Watching Cicinho run from the side to the middle with the ball, Tang Wu gradually moved his legs sideways from the near post to the middle, carefully observing the opponent's movement.

Perhaps out of annoyance and anger, or perhaps hoping to make amends, Carragher actually reached out and grabbed the opponent's jersey after being eaten raw by the opponent's acceleration.

As Sisinho ran farther and farther, Carragher's hand still didn't let go.

On the pitch, the red players pulled up their white jerseys to the maximum, and Siciño's jersey spread out like a cloak.

"Oh! He is like an eagle flying with its wings outstretched! In the stands, a female Brazilian fan said in a drunken voice.

Boom!

In the next second, Cicinho fell in front of the Liverpool penalty area, like a sparrow with folded wings.

Beep!

The referee's whistle blows, and the undisputed free kick is taken.

'Another well-placed free-kick up front, the third of the second half for Sao Paulo.'

"Let's see if goalkeeper Cheney will take the penalty again."

"Oh, we can see that Cheney is already running towards the frontcourt."

Júnior was also standing in front of the ball, discussing something with Cheney, and seemed to want to take the free kick as well.

'The first two well-placed free-kicks, Cheney chose to pass the ball, but it didn't work well. Will Sao Paulo still be the goalkeeper this time? ”

No matter who will punish the other party, Tang Wu still lined up the human wall step by step.

The three free-kicks were almost in the same position, so Alonso stood just outside the post for the third time.

"Don Ke is really, did he do it on purpose? Want to protect me? ”

"Fack, I'm not GAY!"

In Alonso's view, his position is dispensable, as if Tang Wu deliberately protected him.

Just as Alonso was thinking, he heard the referee's whistle.

The Spanish midfielder covered his crotch with his hands and subconsciously jumped up on the spot with his teammates.

Then, a spinning ball grew bigger and closer in his pupils.

Before Alonso could react, he heard a "bang", and the impact on his left eye socket made his eyes glow with gold stars, and his brain was in chaos.

Damn, I'm stuffy?

Alonso, who fell to the ground, did not get up for the first time, while his team-mate next to him rushed forward to meet the ball that bounced forward.

This time, instead of returning quickly after the penalty kick, Cheney swung his right leg again to the ball that was blocked by Alonso.

"Cheney's shot!"

Zhan Jun exclaimed, shaking the cameramen on the sidelines.

The screen flutters from side to side under Cheney's leg swing, and Cheney's realistic feints fool Warnock not only but also the cameraman on the sidelines.

The Brazilian is so talented that even the goalkeeper is very good at his feet.

After shaking off Warnock, Cheney landed a slash on his left heel. The ball made its way through the crowd and into the far corner of the Liverpool goal.

"Cheney's shot!" Huang Jianxiang said the same thing as his colleague, but this time it was at the right time.

Tang Wu, who had been prepared, quickly fell down, and actually blocked the ball with his armpit.

Feeling the tearing sensation caused by the ball rubbing against his chin, Tang Wu quickly stood up with the ball and shouted: "Run!" ”

Although it is not in Chinese, whether it is Tang Wu's momentum and actions, it shows one thing - Liverpool is going to fight a quick counterattack!

More than 60 minutes have passed since the opening, and Sao Paulo has experienced for the first time how fast Liverpool's lightning counterattack really is!

As Cheney scrambled across the centre circle, three of Liverpool's attacking players ran to the halfway line.

The left, centre and right sides went hand in hand, and the defenders of São Paulo had no idea where Tang Wu would pass the ball.

"Good fellow, it's so beautiful!" Seeing that Tang Wu actually saved the ball firmly, blurted out a word of appreciation.

When the goalkeeper falls to the ground and pounces on the ball, the armpit position is the safest.

One is because the position of the armpit will not be easily lifted, and there is a force to press down quickly when falling to the ground, even if there is a small gap, the galloping ball will not be brute-forced.

The second is that the armpit is not like the forearm, and the ball may bounce into the net after hitting the arm. Tang Wu's jaw and head just formed a new obstacle, so that when the ball hit Tang Wu's armpit, it could only obediently stop in place.

And a goalkeeper can touch the ball with his armpit when he falls to the ground to save the ball, which already shows that the goalkeeper's advance is very solid. You know, fingertip limit saves are not something ordinary people can do, even if you block the ball, there is a high chance of hurting your fingers.

The assistant coach was still amazed by Tang Wugang's save, but the manager was already concerned about Liverpool's next move.

"Left, left, left...", Bey Bald roared loudly from the sidelines.

The left side of Liverpool is the right side of Sao Paulo.

The head coach, as the controller who controls the overall situation and almost has a "God's vision", immediately discovered the hole in the side of Sao Paulo.

But the problem is that the players don't have microphones on their ears, and the players on the field can hardly hear the manager's immediate shouts.

What's more, there were so many people at the scene, and the noise of the fans was overwhelming, and the sound of Bei Bald could only reach the ears of the players close to him at most.

On the court, Tang Wu, who was holding the ball, rushed forward at the fastest speed, and he had to find the most suitable passing route and passing target before running to the line of the big penalty area.

The distance of more than ten meters was fleeting, and it was almost a matter of seconds for Tang Wu to run to the line of the forbidden area with Tang Wu's physical strength at this time.

Just when Bei Bald almost shouted hoarsely, Tang Wu, who ran to the line of the penalty area, had already thrown the ball in his hand in the air, and then turned over and shook it with his right leg, and pumped the ball forward fiercely.

"Tang Wu's big foot long pass..."

"Cowell!"

"Cowell has a flat ride in front of him!"

At this moment, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun were very excited. As the camera moved, they saw a blank space in front of Colwill, who was running at full strength, while the Sao Paulo players were almost running to the other side.

When he saw Tang Wu's passing direction, he realized that Colwill's side had a loophole.

"Whew! Thank God! After seeing Tang Wu's pass, Bei Bald breathed a sigh of relief, snatched the mineral water bottle in Paco's hand and poured it hard. But instead of swallowing, he turned his head to the sky and blew the bubbles hard.

After moistening his throat a few times, Bei Bald puffed out the water in his mouth.

"I'll just say, even if this kid doesn't need me to shout, he can find that gap!"