As the second half wore on, Portsmouth were still trying to tie the scoreline, and the constant rhythm of the attack like waves crashing against a reef was a bit overwhelming for Liverpool, with their defence tired and the attacking line cut off by the more aggressive N'Golo Kante.

Kenny, made two substitution adjustments, and he used Jamie? Carragher replaces Martin? Kelly, and then with Lucas? Rewa replaced Downing, all of which were adjustments to the defensive line, and these veterans tried to stabilize the morale of the army. There are also teams with an impact style of play, and he prefers to drop back to keep the formation compact rather than pressing out to play against each other, as Portsmouth look in better form at this point.

Liverpool's counter-arrow, Suarez, was watched hard by Margery, and his frowning gesture, as if he was ready to bite his opponent's arm at any moment, was not without precedent.

Similar to Heidward's substitutions, Liverpool's new Lucas also made an immediate difference, with the Brazilian's precise and ferocious tackles and solid defence freeing Gerrard from the heavy defensive duties of the central midfield, and he began to step forward frequently to contain Portsmouth's attacking momentum.

Meunier, who had just completed an assist, fell victim and, after Gerrard recovered, snatched the ball from his side and fired back a quality long-range shot from Portsmouth in the same way. However, Enyeyama was not as unlucky as Reina, and the light that came at him was not dazzling, and he smashed the ball out of the box with his fists, and the second point was cleared out of the touchline by the following Margery, and behind him was the still entangled Suarez.

Gerrard is as morale-boosting as he has done in the past, his eyes are still determined, from 2002 to 2012, Liverpool signed more than 75 players of all kinds, spent more than 500 million pounds, this man has seen a staggering number of stars walking into Melwood's training base, he watched everyone who walked in, watched their games and training sessions, wondered if Liverpool had bought a star or another waste this time, a king or a stupid donkey, a Xavi? Alonso or Al? Haji? Diouf is a Torres, Suarez or a Downing.

It was clear that Portsmouth had little chance left, with Kenny's substitution filling the hole in the defence like a patch, and Heideward also used up a second substitution in the 83rd minute, replacing the somewhat overstretched Mahrez with a more defensively stable Mustafi and reverting to a back four.

Hydward made a fatal mistake at the moment, having already played the injured Margery for a full 83 minutes, and still against a top player like Suarez.

Margery's back has become more and more obvious from the faint pain he had had just a few minutes ago, and he still gritted his teeth and insisted, his eyes always locked on Suarez, without any deviation.

In the 86th minute, in an uneventful moment on the pitch, Mendy found Drinkwater with a pass to Drinkwater, and he crossed the halfway line with the ball, and every Portsmouth player in front of him was closely marked, Mane had Henrik next to him, and Vardy had Johnson next to him... So he turned and passed the ball back to Mustafi in his own half, Mousse is a centre-back who likes to press, and it is normal for him to be in this position.

Margery and N'Golo Kante, who dropped back to fill in, were in a line, and the nearest Liverpool players, Suarez and Andy? Carroll still has a long way to go. Mustafi glanced at Margery, as if intent on handling the ball safely and allowing him to reorganize the attack. Suarez, who had been forced for the whole game, did not choose to move, while Carroll dutifully moved to limit the ball at the back of Portsmouth.

Mustafi played his usual right-footed pass to Margery, and it was not sudden or risky, it was just a regular, homely, ordinary, obvious return transfer. On the training ground and on the playing field, they passed the ball at least tens of thousands of times, and the ball rolled silently, evenly and steadily, without difficulty. Margaret looked up as usual and Suarez glanced at Carol in passing, who was still in a large gap and in no danger.

Football is a game of time and space, as has been said countless times.

Margery stepped forward half a step to stop the ball, but the ball slipped a little bit, his attention was more on the person than the ball, the ball distance was a little large, he made a slightly larger action to catch the ball, leaned forward and leaned forward to exert force, in an instant, a tingling sensation was transmitted from the back to the right support leg, from the knee to the ankle There was a sense of powerlessness, as if the leg was no longer his own.

People often slip and fall in their lives, the first time you learn to walk, the first time you ride a bicycle, you are maliciously tripped by a classmate, you accidentally trip your left leg to your right leg, and there are more on the court, but Margery has never been as unlucky as this time, he fell, and in the semi-finals, in the 87th minute of the game, near the end.

Carroll watched the ball roll over and rushed to Portsmouth's half without thinking, with a large gap in front of him...

Margery crawled on the ground with his hands and knees, "Get up! He roared in his heart and stood up with the last of his strength, and all he could see was, Andy? Carol's blurry red light was running before his eyes, and Carol was now in full swing, his long legs pushing all the way forward, while Margery's back returned to normal, and he chased wildly after him.

It wasn't a race, Margery was alone and couldn't catch up with him, but even so, Margery ran as hard as he could, as fast as he could, Carroll was too far ahead.

Vincent? Enyeama dropped out of the net and he began to choose to block the angle of the shot, the far corner? Near angles? Carroll has already touched the ball twice on the penalty line.

Margery looked at his teammates, his mind blank, and he cried out in almost despair, "Help me, Vincent." Help me! ”

Carroll is not Suarez, if it were the latter, he would definitely devour everything like a demon, and Marger can only hope that Enyeyama saves this one-on-one shot or Carroll's shot is too wide.

It's a pity, Andy? Undisturbed by the Nigerian, Carroll kicked out at random or took his shot from a tight angle and calmly delivered a shot that slipped under the Portsmouth goalkeeper's armpit......

Liverpool began their celebration, and Margery continued to run into the goal unconsciously, his heart was empty more than the goal, he bent down to pick up the ball, ran back and bumped into Mendy, he was like a chicken, desperate to find a gap in the turf and bury himself.

Carroll closed her eyes and put her knees and hands on the ground, leaned down and kissed the turf lightly, Liverpool's team-mates crushed him like waves, and Steven Gerrard and Suarez made a jersey-tugging motion at the same time.

The rest of the game was meaningless, Alli, Mane and Icardi were crazy to make up for the team, but the Liverpudlians wouldn't give you any chances, they regained their self-confidence, their depleted fitness was refilled, and they tried their best to stall for time, Kenny also used up the last substitution in injury time, and for Margri, as soon as Carroll's goal was scored, the game was over.

He crouched in the middle of the pitch and listened to Portsmouth sing the "Song of the Magreh" he had written: Margery, Margery, Portsmouth's Margery, never give up, he fought for Pompey.......

Exhausted, a bout of nausea.