Crespo didn't celebrate as much as the first two goalscorers after his goal, and perhaps for the Argentine striker, his own goal was just the icing on the cake.

"Hey, to" Crespo stepped forward and pulled Tang Wu up, "Young man, don't be so frustrated!" ”

The Argentine had a relaxed smile on his face, "It's the Champions League final, everything is just a new attempt for you." You're still young, and there's plenty of opportunities ahead of you. ”

"Opportunities are not to be wasted." Tang Wu patted the dust on his body and ignored Crespo's "admonition".

"Uh... Well, you're right. Crespo nodded thoughtfully, "Fortunately, I understand you, if this ball is replaced by someone else, it may not be able to go in." ”

Crespo and Tang Wu have been teammates for a year and know Tang Wu's saving confusion very well. The hanging shot just now was deliberately hung to a higher position, and if it was replaced by other strikers who didn't know Tang Wu, maybe Tang Wu would really touch the ball.

But now it's too late to say anything, 3-0. Before the first half was over, Liverpool had already scored 3 goals in a row by the opponent!

When the third goal came, even the bald on the sidelines shook their heads repeatedly.

His idea is to at least keep the score of 0-2 to the midfield, and then change the tactics in the middle of the field; Now the gap behind is getting bigger and bigger, and he has to start preparing for the worst.

"Chief, it's the first time for a lot of lads to break into here, and it's not easy—" Paco stopped in the middle of his words, and did not continue.

Benitez knew that this was a way out for the players.

"The first time I played a Champions League final..."

"Participation is the main thing..."

"Come back next year..."

These words apply to every young team that reaches the Champions League final, but not to Liverpool.

As former kings, Liverpool haven't tasted a top-level title for too many years, and KOPs desperately need a big enough title to prove themselves.

Tang Wu still has a chance to win the Champions League, but for Liverpool, the chance may only be this one.

It is hard to imagine how many people will remain in this Liverpool team when the transfer window opens.

Baroshe, Hamann, Gerrard and even Tang Wu, who has only been on transfer for a season, could leave.

Some people are too old, and some people are too good.

Will Liverpool be complete next season? Will Liverpool be able to play where they are today next season?

This is something that Benitez could not have foreseen, and it is also something that KOPs could not have imagined.

The ashtray on the table filled the garbage bag in his hand, and Tony carried the bag around the table, and puffs of smoke and dust kept appearing in the bar.

After taking a sip of the bitter ale, Old Tony began to repeat the nightly programmatic work.

"Let's hope Benitez will find a suitable remedy!"

On the screen, players from both sides of the halftime break walked towards the sidelines with different expressions.

The white face is filled with a happy smile, and the red one is gloomy.

“... I've never played such an easy game, and I think Margaret must have a delicious Italian pie waiting for me to go back..."Gattuso had a relaxed smile on his face.

"yes, it was so easy, I never thought the Champions Cup final would be so easy." Shepchenko proposed.

"Then why don't you get one too?" Maldini laughed.

"What's that, isn't there still a second half!" Sheva looked confident.

"Hey, Genaro, where are you going?" The big Brazilian boy saw Gattuso break away from the team.

"It's a little dirty in here," Gattuso stepped aside and rubbed the ash on it with his wrist, "Look, it's a lot better!" ”

"Haha, Genaro, you're such an attentive man," the other Milan players laughed

Behind the Milan players, there was a polished Champions League trophy.

At the back door of Sandon's bar, Old Tony struggled to open the trash can and dump the garbage in his hand.

Raising his wrist to look at the time, Old Tony took a sharp puff on his cigarette and began to walk towards the Anfield stadium.

Within a few minutes of walking, Tony came to a tall brown monument. Under the flaming lantern, Tony could clearly read the 96 names on it.

On April 15, 1989, during the FA Cup semi-final between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest at Hillsborough Stadium in Sheffield, England, 5,000 Liverpool fans were denied entry after the match started due to structural problems and disorganized order.

Police officers opened the gates without giving the necessary guidance, causing 5,000 people to rush to the same stand, and the crowding caused serious stampede casualties, killing 96 people and injuring more than 200.

This is known as the Hillsborough massacre, and since then, this tall monument has been erected on the doorstep of Anfield.

"I'm here every day for you, and now is when we need you!" Old Tony muttered to himself.

"Hey, Tony, I knew you were here!" Behind Tony, a familiar old voice was heard.

"Alain, you weren't at home watching the game?" Tony asked, looking back, surprised.

"I'm only 60 years old, okay, you think I'm too old to walk?" The old guy called Alan laughed.

Alan. Manaby, 60, saw Paisley lead Liverpool to lift the European Cup for the first time in Rome in 1977.

"Back then, we were the best team in Europe." "Now we are not the best in Europe, not even the best in England. But I believe that with our courage, we can accomplish incredible things. Is that right? Old folk! ”

"Yes, I think so too!" Old Tony regained his spirits, looked at the time and said, "Would you like to have a drink?" I'm in for a treat! ”

"Well, I haven't moved in a long time! I'm going to see the bravery of the boys in the second half! You know what, TO hasn't conceded so many goals in a game and I'm willing to bet he won't concede again in the second half..."

After the two walked shoulder to shoulder, a burst of white light suddenly appeared on the entire monument. In just an instant, it was restored to its original state.

"Hey, Mike, did the monument flash just now?" A fan on the side of the road looked surprised.

"Oh, Griffin, it's just a flicker. Let's go back, the second half is about to start. ”

At this moment, Tang Wu, who was thousands of miles away at the Ataturk Stadium, suddenly felt a thrill, as if someone was patting him on the shoulder. Looking back, all that catches my eye is the cold wardrobe in the dressing room.

At that moment, the door to the locker room was violently pushed open.

"Fack, Fack, it's so rampant, Fake !!"

"Hey, Risser, calm down, calm down!" Gerrard stepped forward and comforted, "Don't worry, we still have the second half..."

"Oh, Steven, my captain!" Reeser grabbed Gerrard's hand, shook his head and pointed out the door, "I'm not angry at losing!" ”

"What's going on here? Did someone mess with you? Gerald wondered.

"Shh

Under the equally puzzled gaze of everyone, Reeser put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture.

A second later, the locker room of the Red Army instantly fell silent.

After another second, a "boom" sounded from next door.

What is this sound?

The Liverpool player looked at Reese with questioning eyes, and was indeed nodded affirmatively by Reese.

One, two, three...

One by one, the Red Army members came to their senses, and the red color of rage immediately spread to their necks.

It was the sound of a champagne cork.