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Did Liverpool score?

So fast?

Before Bei Bald's head on the sidelines could react, he stepped out on two legs and hugged the staff on the side.

'Anfield has a better atmosphere than any English stadium and that can drive their team.

Capello finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

"King of the Cup", "Nemesis of the Giants".

Both nicknames belong to Liverpool.

Whichever "buff" is in effect, it is not good for Juventus.

"Fack!"

Seeing the ball inside the goal, Ibrahimovic spat in disgust.

"Die before you are born", that's what he is talking about!

I haven't scored a goal yet, so I mixed up an "own assist"?

This made the mood of the Swedish Divine Tower irritable.

Along with Ibrahimovic, there was also Fontana in the press box.

She could clearly feel that after Hyypia's goal, her peers around her were all secretly looking at her with their peripheral vision, as if they could see something through her low-cut outfit.

At that moment, Fontana only felt a cold snap surging up and down her body, as if she was sitting naked in the press box.

"Liverpool is a blind cat and a dead mouse!" Fontana clenched her fists.

At this time, Liverpool seems to have turned into a red beast, and has already bitten a bite of lean meat on this fat zebra, how can it be easily relieved?

The Reds, who had maintained a high tempo after taking the lead, made a comeback, and in the 14th minute, Carragher intercepted the ball and fired a right-footed shot high over the crossbar.

Two minutes later, during a ball guard and scramble, Emerson fell to the ground clutching his thigh, and it was clear from his painful face that he should have had a thigh strain.

"What kind of savage team is this?"

"Referee, are you blind? And that's not a foul? ”

The Juventus fans in the stands were a little dissatisfied, such a physical confrontation had already been whistled in Serie A.

But this is the Premier League!

Liverpool's attacking machine has been set in motion, and the Bianconeri playing away from home have to struggle to hold on.

In the 19th minute, Liverpool almost doubled the lead with a counter-attack: Garcia once again took advantage of Zambrotta's lack of marking, stopped the ball on the right and rebounded with his left foot, Baroshe's tackle from seven yards was subpar, and the ball bounced wide of the far post.

In the 23rd minute, Gerrard sent a through ball from the middle. Reese received the ball and broke through Zebina, his cross from the left was low and sharp, but Retalé, who was outflanked in the middle, unfortunately slipped the ball through Canava.

So far in the game, Tang Wu has not even sent a single goalball.

The Reds goalkeeper stood in the middle of the centre circle and at the top of the arc, with two full-backs flanking Piero on the left and right, beware of Juventus' quick counter-attacks.

However, under Liverpool's high pressure, it was difficult for the Juventus defenders to play a quality long ball.

In the 25th minute, Liverpool doubled the score again.

Le Tale crosses from the middle with his right foot, Luiz. Garcia rushed up to wait for the ball to bounce up, then volleyed in with the outside of his left foot from 20 yards in front of goal, the ball grazed Buffon's fingertips and hung into the far corner.

This ball, even if Buffon stretched his body in the air, did not touch a single inch.

“goooooooooooooooal！” The air over Anfield was once again filled with the hysterical tones of the on-site commentators.

Garcia's 'Out of Bounds' brought Anfield in**.

No one expected that Juventus, which used to take 420 minutes to concede two goals, came to Anfield and fell behind 0-2 in only 25 minutes.

Looking at the Liverpool players who raised their hands and bowed to the KOPs on the sidelines, Zhan Jun's face was full of excitement.

Fontana sat in the center of the press gallery, one hand clutching her non-existent collar and the other to her mouth, biting her nails.

She can accept to shoot ** on magazine covers and wall calendars, but she really doesn't want to run naked!

The former is to make money, but the latter is to lose face.

"Look! Today's Liverpool have the temperament of a dock worker, such a technically rough and archaic team, and it has taught a lesson to the world-class defensive masters! ”

"Today's Liverpool hijacked the old woman with blood and courage, and Liverpool once again showed the Red Army to the world!"

"25 minutes, 2-0! Such Liverpool is not disgraced by Bill. Shankly's door is windy! Zhan Jun said excitedly.

Garcia's "Out of the Sky" was simple and brutal, drilling into the top right corner of the goal with an unpredictable trajectory. It's like Xiao Luo's stabbing shot, unpredictable.

Liverpool's passion completely slapped Capello in the face, and his "1-0 doctrine" was like space food - nutritious and well-structured, but just without a hint of humanity.

The Italian coach still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him after Garcia's goal, how could Anfield have such magic? To make a team that doesn't have a decent striker sharp?

The nightmare start made all the members of the Bianconeri frustrated, and they thought that it would be a close game at most, but who would have thought that before the half hour of the game arrived, the Reds had already scored two goals.

These world-famous big-name stars look at each other and wonder why their teammates, like sleepwalking, are not good offensively or defensively.

Perhaps it was the two-goal deficit that woke up the Zebra crowd, and a minute later Sweden's Divine Tower took advantage of the quick break after the kick-off to stop the ball with his right foot 15 yards in front of the Liverpool goal. Without waiting for Hyypia's block, half a beat later, he took the ball to the far corner of the goal with his left foot at a fast pace.

"Fack!" Tang Wu scolded in a low voice.

Tang Wu calculated it after Yi Bu got up, and he couldn't reach this ball!

After stretching his body as much as he could, the ball still slipped past Tang Wu's fingertips.

There was a soft sound behind him, like a heavenly sound, and it reached Tang Wu's ears.

Goalpost?

Didn't enter?

Tang Wu immediately got up, and at this moment, the ball had bounced out in front of him.

"I can't give you a chance this time!"

Tang Wu gritted his teeth, only took two steps and then rushed towards the other side.

Nedved's follow-up shot hit the center of Tang Wu's palm and popped off the bottom line.

"Oh !!"

There was a long sigh from the visitors' stands.

What a great opportunity, just like that, was wasted by the goalposts?

Eevee glared at Tang Wu who had just gotten up from the ground viciously. The latter ignored Eevee's murderous gaze, and instead walked straight to the left post and patted the door frame.

"Alas! It's still your own goal! ”

After these two saves, Tang Wu's muscles fully stretched and entered the best state.

In the corner, Camoranesi raised his right hand high and then slammed into the air to get the ball in the air.

The ball went over the heads of the Liverpool players in a very diamond-shaped shape, showing a half-moon arc, and flew lightly to the top of the arc of the penalty area.

"It's beautiful!" When everyone saw this arc, they couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

No matter the height or landing point of this corner kick, Tang Wu couldn't touch it, so he could only nail himself firmly to the goal line.

Just as others were speculating where the ball would go, Zambrotta at the edge of the box jumped high to meet the falling ball and headed it into the box again.

In the penalty area, the players on both sides have long been in chaos.

"!"

This was the voice in Tang Wu's heart, and he didn't shout it out of his mouth.

In the penalty area, Ibrahimovic leaned on Finnan with his body, twisted his body in the face of Zambrotta's header, and swept the ball towards the Liverpool goal with a scorpion swing.

In an instant, Tang Wu subconsciously raised his hands and raised them towards the top of his head, but he was still a step too late.

The ball hit Tang Wu's fingertips and did not completely stop castration, and flew directly upward.

"Dang!"

Tang Wu, who fell to the ground, clearly watched the ball hit the crossbar and bounce downward.

Both linesmen crouched in the corner area, squinting along the baseline and looking at the Liverpool goal.

Due to the obscuration of the goalpost, they only saw a black and white phantom quickly smashing on the goalline, and then jumping high again.

Is it in?

Still didn't get in?

All the fans held their breath and thought about one thing at the same time: Will this goal be like England's Hurst in the 1966 World Cup final?

Since it may become an unsolved case, then I will put an end to it once and for all!

Ibrahimovic didn't think much of it at this time, and as a world-class striker, he would only follow his nose in front of goal.

The moment the ball was touched by Tang Wu on the goal beam, he got rid of Finnan next to him and rushed towards the ball in front of the goal line.

With his long legs of 1.96 meters, he only needs three or two steps to rush to the door.

When the time comes, whether it's overhead or kicking, you can say that the ball will stab into that damn door.

At this time, Tang Wu had just subconsciously blocked the ball, and his body fell backwards in the goal, and he didn't have time to get up to save the ball.

In other words, Ibrahimovic is facing an empty door!

"First hat-trick!"

Looking at the black and white elves at hand, the Swedish striker seemed to see his first Champions League goal to his new club.

One step, two steps... Just as Ibrahimovic was about to lift his right foot and stab the ball that fell again into the goal, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, and directly picked up the falling ball in his arms.

"Fack!"

Ibrahim, who couldn't brake, hurriedly retracted his feet, but his body rushed out with inertia.

Just in an instant, the foreheads of Yi Bu, who was 1.96 meters, and Tang Wu, who was 1.96 meters, slammed into each other.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled bang in front of Liverpool's goal.

Tang Wu, whose forehead was hit, only frowned slightly, but his two feet were firmly on the goal line as if they had taken root, and he didn't even take a step back.

"Are you looking for it?" Tang Wu raised his eyes, pointed to the ball in his arms again, and asked with a smile at Yibu, whose forehead was against him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The Swedish Divine Tower stared at Tang Wu condescendingly, motionless.

It wasn't until Piero stepped forward to open Ibra that the corners of the Swedish Tower's mouth suddenly turned to both sides, and he took the lead in removing his forehead.

"It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting."

Ibrahimovic shook his long hair and ran with Piero towards the outside of the box.

Tang Wu immediately shook his head, the other side of the scar on his forehead was swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Tang Wu didn't care, because the effect of force was mutual, and Yibu's side would definitely not be much better.

In the stands, fans on both sides have long been arguing.

But judging from the subsequent performance of the Juventus players, the goal just now did not score. In this way, there is no controversy.

Fontana, who was in the press box, stared intently at Tang Wu in front of Liverpool, swallowing saliva in her mouth, and her body was restless.

At this moment, she forgot all about betting, running naked, and losing face.

Looking at Tang Wu's slender and sturdy body, this Italian supermodel only has a few words in his heart: What a strong waist!