() What did Tang Wu rush out for?

This is a problem that Anfield's youngest fans know.

But the question is why did he rush out? Why rush out at this time?

It's not a cup game or the end of an important game. Is it appropriate for you to go out to the opponent's penalty area to fight for a set-piece at this time?

The fans were stunned, the coaching staff of both sides were stunned, and the businessmen, celebrities, and scouts who came to the scene to watch the game were also stunned.

They watched in a daze as Tang Wu ran from the back to the front, desperately jumping up and down in Garcia's corner. Then watch him run like a 100-meter sprinter on his legs and towards his own half.

It doesn't matter what you do.

It's the results that matter.

The ball didn't go in.

Tang Wu didn't even touch it.

Isn't this in vain?

Is it to show off a sense of presence?

Although the ball was cleared by Chelsea, Liverpool's high press prevented Chelsea from attacking quickly at short notice. The likes of Frank Lampard, Arjen Robben, Duff and Didier Drogba all had the ability to smash the ball into the empty net in midfield, but unfortunately, thanks to the collective efforts of the Reds, the Blues' supposed fast break did not materialise.

Seeing the ball tackled out of bounds by Hamann, Mourinho covered his face with his hands on the sidelines, regretting the counter-attack.

"Uh... We can see that after TO failed to win the top, he ran back to his own half as fast as he could. ”

'Chelsea's counter-attack was disrupted by Hamann and our midfielder stopped the counter-attack again.

The on-site commentator explained in an orderly manner that Tang Wu's attack was like a small pebble thrown into the lake. After the ripples have dissipated, they are no longer remembered.

Including Liverpool's players, they didn't understand why Tang Wu rushed to the front to participate in the attack at this time. But now is clearly not the time to think about it, and if we can't press Chelsea effectively up front, the Blues will be able to go as fast as possible past the midfield and slam the door against Liverpool.

Tang Wu can block once, twice, or even three times or four times, but what about the fifth and sixth times?

None of the Reds wanted to take this risk.

As the first half drew to a close, the Reds were not as energetic as they had been at the start. But since it's Chelsea's throw-in at the back, you have to fight so hard.

In this way, more than four Reds stood in front of the pitch, waiting for Glen Johnson to throw the throw-in.

Traore and Nunez were on the halfway line, ready to run back and defend.

Looking at the close pressing, Pongler and Garcia, Glen Johnson flicked his arms lightly, but still did not throw the ball out.

When he restarted the run, he saw the referee's warning gaze and he knew that if he didn't throw the ball out again, the ball would be Liverpool's!

In desperation, Glen Johnson could only throw the ball hard and throw the ball towards Gallas further away.

But there was also a Reds hanging behind the French centre-back, and Gallas chested the ball and pushed it forward by inertia to get it back to Glen Johnson.

Teenager Pongler clearly expected this, almost with a split tackle, poking the ball forward with his right foot on tiptoe.

Luis Garcia immediately pulled his leg and sped away, taking control of the ball at his feet ahead of Makelele and Glen Johnson.

The Spanish winger once again dribbled forward along the flanks as he was flanked and behind by Chelsea defenders and there was no escape.

Makelele and Glen Johnson teamed up to force Garcia into a corner, and to the boos of more than 30,000 fans, Garcia slammed his heel back with his heel and jumped up with all his strength amid the boos of more than 30,000 fans in attendance.

The ball bounced off Makelele's leg and rolled off the bottom of Garcia's feet.

Corner kick.

In just 2 minutes, Liverpool won two corners in a row.

"Garcia is really smart." Zhan Jun admired.

"That's right, you can be so calm in a two-person situation. In the end, he was very decisive in handling the ball, and this kind of mental quality and foot skills are exactly what our players have learned...", Huang Jianxiang added on the side.

The two were still chatting here, discussing the merits of Garcia's ball protection and Li Yi's ball protection, when the camera suddenly flashed and cut to another picture.

In the picture, a goalkeeper wearing a black jersey and special gloves is stepping forward with his legs wide open.

Under the surprised gaze of referee Riley, Tang Wu once again rushed into the Chelsea penalty area.

"This..."Zhan Jun was a little short of words.

It's okay once, maybe it was Tang Wu's whim and he wanted to "gamble".

But what about twice?

Addicted to gambling?

This time, Tang Wu ran faster, and before Makelele and Glen Johnson walked back into the penalty area, Tang Wu had already run in place.

In the away stands, a Chelsea die-hard rubbed his eyes and said in surprise: "Hey Pat, how do I feel like I'm back?" ”

That's right, Cech stood on the goal line, but Tang Wu stood a little inside the small penalty line.

That's exactly where Tang Wu often stands when he helps Chelsea defend corners.

At this moment, many Chelsea fans had a delusion. They all thought that the goalkeeper with six fingers on his left hand was on his side.

Tang Wu is considered to be the commanding heights among Liverpool's top players, so Tang Wu not only has two people around him to force the defense, but they also shoulder the "heavy responsibility" of preventing Tang Wu from running back quickly.

"Bang!"

Garcia took a corner kick that wasn't of high quality.

Seeing the arc of the corner kick, Tang Wu didn't continue to insist, pushed away Terry in front of him, and ran quickly towards the outside of the penalty area.

If you can earn it, you can earn it, and if you can't earn it, you will give up decisively.

Tang Wu ran in the opposite direction and rushed past the Chelsea players around him, more or less tearing apart the opponent's defense.

When Tang Wu ran out of the arc, Garcia's big corner kick was "stolen" by Traore at the back post.

The one-meter-ninety-one Traore, who was two centimeters taller than Tang Wu, squeezed past Ferreira, who was blocking him, and jumped up with the last bit of strength to push the ball back in front of the baseline.

"Whoosh!"

"Boom!"

Tang Wu, who was running, only felt a gust of wind passing by him, and in the next second, there was a thunderous sound behind him.

"Gera ~~~~~!" Anfield's commentator pulled a long tone, staring intently at Gerrard, who staggered past Tang Wu and fired a heavy cannon at the incoming ball.

The ball flew low like a cannonball, avoiding the calves of the red and blue players and flying unmistakably into the bottom left corner of the Chelsea goal.

The Liverpool fans behind the goal were ready to stand up and cheer, but just as the voice reached their throats, a black and white glove suddenly appeared in front of the post.

"Bang!"

The Czech goalkeeper fell to the ground, and the ball bounced out of his right hand and landed in front of the baseline. As soon as the spinning ball hit the ground, it spun outwards rapidly, and before everyone could react, it had already popped off the bottom line.

Seeing such a wonderful kick and shaking the tiger being intercepted by the other party, the Liverpool fans behind the door had an unfinished expression, and their faces were full of unwillingness.

"Oh! Oh, my God! ”

"Peter!"

"It's Peter!"

"It was Peter who stopped our captain's shot!" The home commentator clutched his head and shouted regretfully.

The young Czech goalkeeper got up from the ground, rubbed his wrist like a nobody, and stood back in front of them.