"Mark, Mark, let me call this name again, Mark", Peterson shouted frantically, "Liverpool, 3 minutes and 24 seconds into the opening game, Mark suddenly inserted into the penalty area, scored with a burst shot, and Real Madrid's advantage was wiped out in an instant"

"Oh oh, what a lightning strike", McManaman applauded in the commentary seat, "This is the strength of Mark, today Real Madrid did not put out a back five, but as a result, they were shot continuously at the beginning, fragmented, should this be condemned Juand?" ”

Someone who can read the Spanish newspapers, he knew early on the reaction of the Madrid media after the first leg, and from the commentator's point of view, he wanted the two teams to play a good match, but as a professional football commentator, he felt that Juander's choice might be right.

Real Madrid's backline has been a disaster for the past few years, and the main problem is that their defensive system has not been re-established after Hierro's retirement.

Offense can rely on individual play, but defense must rely on the system and assist defense in order to make the defense go to a higher level, otherwise it is a realistic choice to compress space and pile up people.

In the entire white stadium, only the red players cheered, and after the celebration, Mackin ran to the sideline to hug Valle before returning to his own half.

The Spanish TV station that commented on the game was a little silent and depressed for a while, and they also hoped that Real Madrid could eliminate Liverpool at the Bernabeu in a dignified manner, but they didn't expect Liverpool to take the lead.

After returning to the backcourt, Mack Qin waved his arms forward with his arms outstretched, shouting left and right, what he meant was to let his teammates press, press!

Real Madrid will definitely want to equalise as soon as possible, and there will be plenty of gaps behind them, with Sami Lee and Hugh McAore giving him a lot of tactical discretion, especially when attacking.

"Shh......h

This is the Bernabeu, how dare you brazenly call your teammates to press on the attack?

"Oh, we see that Mackin is full of confidence now", Zhan Jun said as he looked at the picture, "He beckoned his teammates to play against Real Madrid, he was really bold"

"That's right", Zhang Lu said with a smile, "Real Madrid's defense today is really hanging, Mack Qin is obviously not afraid of you scoring my goal, as long as I score more than you, I win"

Proenka blew the whistle for the start of the game again, this time Real Madrid kicked off, and Juander anxiously shouted on the sidelines for Real Madrid's players to step up their running, and he was left with only one way to go.

It wasn't the situation he wanted to play, but now he has to play like that and the back line is more fragile than expected.

Raul struggled to pick up left and right, trying to do a good job as a striker, because Gago in the middle is really not good, under the pressure of the Liverpool midfielder, it is even difficult for him to push forward, and there is a huge gap between the two lines in the middle of Real Madrid.

Sneijder played as a left midfielder in Real Madrid, he had a long-range shot in front of the penalty area, but his speed was really not flattering, and as soon as he wanted to cut inside, he was pasted by the top defender Cahill, and he could only choose to pass back again, and Liverpool pressed step by step.

The red players shouted to each other to help defend and protect, just like the battle of the positions of the two armies, if you give up a piece of land, I will plant my flag here.

"Gago, he was entangled by Mark and couldn't handle the ball, so he could only hand it to Diarra in the back, Liverpool's defense is really oppressive, it's hard to imagine that this is the Bernabeu", Zhan Jun looked at Real Madrid's attack step by step, and sighed sincerely.

Mack Qin gave up Gago and pointed back, and naturally his teammates behind him would pick him up, and he quickly followed the ball like Diarra to rush over, and Torres came back to close the goal.

Viewed from the top of the stadium or from the commentary bench, Liverpool's overall formation is like a well-laid out chessboard, moving as the ball moves.

The ball reluctantly returned to the back line, Pepe's feet, Kuyt pressed frantically, this is the football of the Premier League, Zidane in the stands to see the loss of momentum in the Real Madrid midfield.

This time it's really going to be for him to see that dazzling midfield supernova, at the Bernabeu.

He doesn't want that to be the result, he likes Mackén, but why does his brilliant footnote have to be Real Madrid?

The fans in the stands didn't expect the team's attack to be able to play half the court at all, and they were a little speechless and unbelievable.

Ramos received the ball quickly and drove it up the flank in the hope that Robben's speed would catch up with the ball.

Every point the ball has in the backcourt, they have more danger, and in the dressing room before the game, when Juander reluctantly arranges offensive tactics, he is still complacent.

In the first leg, he didn't want to play again, and like Barcelona's Pique, he wore the skin of a defender, but with the heart of a striker.

"Real Madrid's attack didn't start, Robben, he was fighting with Enrique for speed, Enrique leaned on him, Ag, Ag came out, Liverpool broke the ball with a help defense"

It was too simple to push forward and didn't put any pressure on Liverpool's overall defence at all.

Agger immediately pushed the ball to Mascherano, and then the ball was turned to Alonso in the middle circle, and Liverpool immediately went into attack, which was extremely fast and did not cross at all.

It's all a direct pass, a direct pass, a direct pass!

The Real Madrid midfield, which opened up the stance, was full of gaps.

Before Enrique and Robben could return, Mackin automatically ran to Enrique's position, and Alonso pushed the ball straight to Kuyt on the edge of the penalty area.

Three feet, only three feet, Liverpool hit the ball to the edge of Real Madrid's penalty area.

This is really the Real Madrid I'm coming, really, alas, he sighed inwardly and threw the thought out of him in an instant.

Kuyt didn't dribble the ball, and with his back kick he handed it to Mackin on the wing, and he turned back and cut into the box.

Makqin is unguarded on the left flank!

Real Madrid's transition gap in the middle is like a hole in an avant-garde jean, whirring and leaking.

Gago turned his head to look at the middle, hesitated, or hurriedly ran over, the back waist to defend the side, it is a natural job, Alonso in the middle, can only be handed over to Diarra.

"Stop him, stop him", Makqin received the ball from the sidelines of the coaching area, and Juander ran over with his fingers, eager to drag him off the field with his own hands.

In such a blank area, letting the opponent's midfield core take the ball unscrupulously is simply asking for your own death.

"Shh......h

This kind of Real Madrid is really good!

When Makqin received the ball, he thought in his heart that it was special to play, and he felt it.

He glanced up and saw that the front three had all turned back into the box and had worked together for two seasons, knowing that Mackin's pass would come at any moment.

They never surprise, they only surprise their opponents.

Mack Qin knocked the ball forward, picked up his left foot, and gave him too many options in the area of about 40 meters on the side, the Real Madrid defender line in the area of the big penalty area.

Liverpool's attack was so fast that the fast Real Madrid simply didn't have time to regroup their defence, and the ball was in their danger zone less than seconds after they conceded it.

"Stop him, stop him, damn it"

He slammed the ball hard with the inside of his left foot and then continued to push forward, and the gap between Casillas and the two centre-backs was, in his opinion, a big one to run.

"Ramos, Ramos", the moment he saw Mack Qin swinging his legs, Juande was almost scalp-exploding, and shouted loudly for Ramos to tell him to quickly give up Kuyt and come over to defend.

But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't get the ball as fast as he did, and the ball flew up directly, bursting into the penalty area from the sideline of the penalty area, and making a big arc.

Casillas quickly moved to the middle and the two centre-backs also ran back.

But the ball went straight to the front and landed on the chest, but it quickly went around Pepe and Torres, because it was not a pass for him at all.

Gerrard swooped in from the middle ground between Cannavaro and Heinze into the box.

Casillas was already a little frightened when he turned around, because Gerrard, who was galloping, was overtaking the two defenders.

It was a sharp spin, straight to the back point, and then fell to knee level, and Gerrard directly stretched his leg, stood up with his foot, and fired directly into the air!

"Mark, he got the ball, he crossed, he went straight to the back post, Gerrard, Gerrard", Peterson spoke cheerfully again, like a ball in motion.

Cannavaro really couldn't catch up, so he could only helplessly watch the ball fly outside his sliding feet, at least half a meter away, and he couldn't do anything.

Heinze is still behind Gerrard, unless he fouls directly, it is impossible to have any impact on Gerrard, and their defense line is penetrated!

The ball spun with great power and speed, and it hit Gerrard's erect arch firmly, and he tensed his ankle and paddled the ball directly in the direction of the goal.

Casillas flew to save, but it was doomed to be in vain, and the ball was too fast after the volley rebound and was directly brought into the top right corner of the goal by the captain of the Red Army!

His hands were still a meter away, raised in vain.

Since the inception of the first phase of the Galacticos, Saint-Cassie has become the saddest place for Real Madrid.

Their defense relied on his repeated saves to stop the bleeding, but he was only St. Cassie, not God Cassie.

How can he make up for this scarred line of defense?

"Goaaaaaaal......, Gerrard, Gerrard, Liverpool scored another goal, my goodness, Liverpool are going crazy, it's the seventh minute of the game!" , Peterson shouted frantically.

"It's Mark again, a very tricky cross, around the front post, around Casillas, Gerrard at the back post, oh my God"

"MY GOD", THE SPANISH COMMENTATOR COLLECTIVELY LOST HIS VOICE, THIS, REAL MADRID MUST SCORE THREE GOALS AND MAKE SURE THAT THEY ARE NOT SCORED BY LIVERPOOL AGAIN TO ELIMINATE LIVERPOOL.

But these seven minutes of defense made them fall into an ice cellar.

"......Boom, I know, I know", the fans who were not able to come to Madrid, gathered in the Liverpool bar to watch the game, instantly boiled and said incoherently.

Countless pairs of arms pointed to the sky, just shouting and cheering for the red team members running wildly on the TV screen.

Gerrard excitedly lifted his shirt and put it directly on his head, taking off to get a yellow card, he was not so reckless.

But his excitement is unquenchable, and this is the Bernabeu, where he has been completely explosive this season, with the absence of team-mates and responsibilities bringing out the best in him.

He is already on par with Cristiano Ronaldo's league scorer list, only behind Anelka, and has just scored his fourth goal in the Champions League, tied with Mackin for the top spot in the team's Champions League scorer list.

"Oh my God", Zhan Jun also joined the incredible ranks, "Real Madrid seems to be vulnerable? ”

He didn't seem to dare to imagine that it was such a result, and Zhang Lu also shook his head and said that he couldn't think of it.

"F**K, Calderón, this is the fucking offense you want, F**K, Madrid media, this is the fucking offense you guys want, F**K"

Juander was already angry on the sidelines, and no one knew the papier-mâché defense better than him, but no one listened to him!

Hell, how did I come to such a hellish place!

The red-clothed and black-haired man who ran recklessly was a devil in his eyes, and he not only wanted to trample on the Bernabeu, but also send all of us to hell!

Yes, hell, he seemed to have lifted the corner of this great rout, and there was a deep, fearful one in it......