The whole Liverpool team slowly walked back to their own half of the pitch to kick off, no one clapped loudly in encouragement, and no one was too frustrated, and accepted the result very calmly.

The stands were just stunned by the goal for a moment, and then they resumed singing and cheering.

It's business as usual, they are out of shape and confidence in this game, and there is nothing to worry about being pulled back.

After all, they are Arsenal, the second-most scoring team in the league, and they are still above Liverpool.

But in this game we can score more goals than you, and there is a tacit consensus among the players in this team. The league title is within reach, and the performance is excellent, which has begun to slowly nourish the domineering spirit in them.

A lot of players are slowly going through a metamorphosis and are accumulating the confidence that belongs to a championship team.

What's more, there is also a Ma Qin who stepped on the edge of that mysterious realm with one foot in the middle of the field.

Arsenal had expected Liverpool to panic, after all, if they conceded one more goal, they would be eliminated, and they would be on the edge of the cliff.

But they didn't see that kind of expression from the Liverpool players, and even after the restart, in the face of their pressing, they were still in the same rhythm, unhurried.

Handle it with ease, and lift weights with ease.

They have been brought into a new world by Mackqin, although they are still relatively jerky and not mellow enough, but they can already see some prototypes.

Rhythm is a very mysterious thing, if Alonso was on the field today, maybe it would be another back-and-forth script, he didn't touch the edge of rhythm until the late stage of An Fat, with the assistance of the magic flute, and now he is just a master passer.

The midfield is different from strikers and defenders, it is a position with a wide space for development, and there have been a variety of midfielders in football for a hundred years, and there are far more types than other positions.

If you summarize the characteristics of the core of many organizations in the midfield, they can be simply divided into these four types for easy understanding: passing master, midfield master, rhythm master, and midfield king!

90% of the midfielders can't even touch the side of the master passer, not to mention the higher level, and those are all classified as inadequate.

Four types, in fact, there are only three levels, the first two are the basics, the rhythm is advanced, and if you can reach the level of the midfield king, you must have mastered the first three and can be a great success.

As the name suggests, the passing master is literal, focusing on passing, passing accurately, steadily, timely, and just right, providing a smooth ball path for the team's offensive control.

The midfield master should be a little obscure, the focus is on control, the opponent on the field is also eleven people, all of them are not stakes, they will try all kinds of ways to destroy your organization and passing, at this time you need to rely on personal ability, if you can't catch the ball, can't hold it steadily, can't pass it under the opponent's defense, no matter how good your passing footwork is, it doesn't make sense.

Rhythm master, that is, to have your own exclusive rhythm, flickering and moving, unifying the scattered parts of the original team into a rhythm, fast or slow, fast or slow, so that the opponent is at a loss, the most important thing in this realm is to bring, bring teammates, bring opponents!

Not to mention the midfield king, the world is big, you can get it, if you want the wind is the wind, if you want the rain, it will be rain!

Mack has been a fan for so many years, and the only people he has seen who can perfectly control the rhythm on the field are Pirlo and Zidane. Barcelona and Spain are the rhythm of the whole team, and Xavi and Xiaobai have not reached this level, so let's not show it for the time being.

In terms of rhythm, there are Figo who is old, the magic flute under Ann Fatman, and the others more or less peek into the door.

In the 06 World Cup, if Zidane had not shown his iron head skills, he would be a veritable midfielder and the first person in the history of football in the past century!

In fact, even if he can't win that World Cup, in the later stage of Real Madrid, he is already a veritable midfielder in terms of personal skills, as long as he is on the field, no one can take the midfield rhythm from him.

It's just that he hasn't been crowned, and his status and recognition in the outside world will naturally be greatly discounted, after all, this is a world that looks at results.

(Maradona's champion is another matter, Messi has the opportunity to repeat his path, this will be shown later)

Zidane, who was on the verge of retirement at that time, relied on his personal passing and control belt to bring France, which was almost in his twilight years, to the World Cup finals, overshadowing countless top stars.

Mackin didn't realise that much yet, he only occasionally touched that mysterious threshold, the final minutes of the Champions Cup against Arsenal, the first double red meeting, and the last 20 minutes of the first half today.

Once touched, you will feel infinitely vast, and your mind will be drunk.

It is the pinnacle of personal skills, the smoke of being able to grasp the overall situation, and the graceful demeanor of talking and laughing.

Even if he only touched the threshold again, combined with the strong defensive and forward strength of the Liverpool team, it also gave the team a new look in a short period of time, showing a reassuring dominance.

That's right, the fans in the stands are enough to witness that they don't understand tactics, don't understand the situation, can't talk about it, but after watching the game for many years, they will have an intuition, worry, worry, and peace of mind.

Now they are relieved, it is a kind of belief that the team will win, but they know that the difference is just the sooner or later the goal comes and the process is different.

"Liverpool were still in a hurry, Mark, it was another kick and Gerrard wasn't in a hurry, he took it back and gave it back to Mascherano ......," Peterson explained after the restart.

'How do I think Liverpool were different in the second half?' he questioned.

McManaman is also strange that Liverpool, both in the Hollier and Benitez eras, are known for their bloody impact and tough defending, and it is rare to see such control.

Again and again, they would launch round after round of charges under the command of Alonso's battery, not so complicated, all of them were bloody.

McManaman has only been a technical type of wide player all his life, and his attainments in this area are not high enough, he can see that Mark is an excellent midfielder, but what kind of excellent method will bring about is not something he can analyze.

Especially in the second half, Macqin's sharpness has been reined, the rhythm of the whole team has risen, all he needs to do is to simply pass the ball in the right position, and there is no need to go to great lengths to mobilize teammates and connect them like in the first half.

A well-tuned team doesn't need the coach to do everything himself.

He shook his head, "It's hard to say, maybe Benitez had some arrangement at halftime, Liverpool didn't show a particularly strong desire to attack in the second half, are they just ready to counterattack?" ”

Arscinated Wenger should be happy to have recovered a goal, but he was still frowning, and his more than a decade of coaching experience told him that something seemed wrong.

The more Liverpool behaves so steadily, the more it makes people feel hairy.

Several players in Arsenal's front, especially Theo Walcott, are now feeling particularly frustrated, thinking that after chasing a goal, Liverpool is likely to be chaotic, and they intensified their pressing, and had a great chance to equalize the score in a short time.

As a result, he ran back and forth a few times, the ball was still at the feet of the Liverpool team, and at the slightest risk, the Liverpool team carrier would quickly move the ball to a safe place, and there was really no way out, and he could pass it back.

Mark, his hateful roommate, can always appear in key positions and kick out the ball that his teammates really can't handle and send it to safety.

Slowly Arsenal's pressing is no longer so imposing, and the number of futile efforts is too much, and people's hearts will be inert, and they can't grab it anyway, so why waste physical strength fearlessly?

When Mackin received the ball again, he keenly felt the difference, the Arsenal players didn't come up so fast!

They have lost faith in pressing and can only wait for Liverpool to make a mistake themselves and hand over the ball.

Mackin did not pass the ball out again this time, but slammed the ball sideways from the midfield, allowing Adebayo, who had been pretending, to slowly advance the ball forward.

He didn't know why, but his instincts told him it was time to attack, and he did.

The whole Liverpool team seemed to have suddenly received the signal of the starting gun, and quickly found the most suitable attacking position near them.

"Mark, he dribbled towards Arsenal's half, Diaby and Walcott on the wing came up, he handed it to Lucas, who came over, and Lucas pushed diagonally to Enrique on the wing", Peterson also realised that Liverpool were going to attack.

The singing in the stands grew louder, as if playing a fateful overture, waiting for the moment when the epilogue ended.

Kuyt leaned on Eboe to receive Enrique's pass near the corner of the penalty area, and instead of dwelling on the spot, he kicked behind him, and a gust of wind blew past Eboe.

It wasn't Enrique, it was Mackqin, who took Diaby straight to the wing, and then took advantage of Diaby's ability to keep up with him, pulled the ball and turned around.

The action did not stop, the ankle shook, and with a gentle straight push, the ball passed through the two long legs that had just stood firm, and went straight to the big penalty area.

Diaby's legs subconsciously clamped, and he turned his head to look back.

"Enrique ......", Peterson finally shouted, because he saw that Enrique did not hold on to the touchline, but crossed Kuyt and took Walcott directly along the sideline of the penalty area into the penalty area.

When the person arrives, the ball arrives, take advantage of the situation, and go to the bottom line.

Diaby could no longer care about Mack, and he, Toure and Walket behind him, rushed towards Enrique in a three-sided encirclement.

"Enrique, he's on the line, is he going to cross in front of goal? , beautiful, at such a critical moment, he actually played a trick, and knocked the ball directly behind him with his back heel......"

"Mackqin, he entered the penalty area and got the ball", Eboe, who was taken to the line of the big penalty area, quickly let go of Kuyt and went back to block Macqin, where he could shoot directly from a distance.

“…… Through the wind, through the rain ......", the singing of the stands became even higher-pitched, and the defense on the right side of Arsenal was completely messed up!

He took a step and slid a light right foot at the bottom of the ball, which flew up to the outside of the far post before Eboe and the returning Diaby could come up.

As soon as Klich wanted to jump up in the small penalty area, he felt that he couldn't reach the ball, so he had to turn around and prepare to defend.

However, Gerrard did not give him this opportunity, he cut in quickly, faced with such a comfortable incoming ball, headed directly and pointed the ball back into the small penalty area near the baseline.

"You're going to see ...... daylight eventually", the fans in the stands reached their peak singing, and there was a bang as the unguarded Kuyt ran into the small penalty area with a burst of fire!

"Boom ......"

In vain, Almunia and Gala, who had no time to turn back and block, only felt a gust of wind swish, crashing into the net!

“Goal… al… Al, Kuyt, he cut in quickly and fired a shot that was so close that Arsenal couldn't do anything! , the game is over, Arsenal is absolutely impossible to score two more goals from Liverpool in ten minutes, and Liverpool advances to the last four! Peterson decided Arsenal's fate with the loudest shout.

"Beautiful teamwork, it's rare to see Liverpool play such a complex attack, but, I just want to say, beautiful, so beautiful!" , McManaman also shouted.

"Oh oh ...... We are the champions, we are the champions", the stands were mesmerized.

Liverpool's players around the box all ran to the bottom line and hugged each other, they were happy, but not passionate, as if it was the result of a sooner or later coming.

"Pretty", "pretty", "pretty", they complimented each other, and they didn't know who passed on the beauty or who shot the beauty.

Tonight, they played heartily!

Only Ma Qin, as if he was reminiscing about something, couldn't tell the truth, seemed to be far and near, but at this stage of rhythm, how could it be so easy to touch, let alone master or even be at ease.

Without thousands of actual battles, you can't enter the door!