Zhang Lu smiled and shook his head, "Real Madrid is really spent, this defense is really unwatchable, just a dial, a pick will leak, the back waist area is useless, and the two central defenders are not reliable"

Zhan Jun recovered from the passion just now, and glanced at Coach Zhang next to him with a smile, he is still an old demon who is deep and well-informed, and such a beautiful goal can still be handled indifferently.

"You're right, the midfielders Gago and Diarra made it too easy for Mackqin, the whole defense was broken through at once, Mackqin's performance reminded me of Zidane in the '06 World Cup, and there was a similar midfield performance against five-star Brazil"

"Hehe", Zhang Lu said with a smile, "Zidane is in the stands, it is estimated that he will feel something, Mackin is really amazing now, the limelight has overshadowed Fabregas"

"That is, Liverpool's results this season are average from the perspective of giants, Manchester United has been pressing Chelsea in the league, otherwise with Ronaldo's performance this season, Mackin can still compete with him"

"Well, Ronaldo is not as hot as last year this year, but they have a golden ball and a golden boy, and they are really the two major scenery of the Premier League"

"Let's take a look at Liverpool's results in the Champions League this season and see if they can make a breakthrough," Zhan Jun finally said.

On the field of the Bernabeu, except for the celebrations of Mackin and his teammates, there was basically no other sound, and the 80,000-person stadium is now a little pitiful.

Real Madrid fans didn't boo the goal anymore because it was so beautiful, and even though they lost, they were still arrogant and wouldn't do that kind of self-defeating thing.

"It's definitely one of the greatest performances I've ever seen on the pitch," Pieterson said to McManaman, 'and it's definitely the greatest luck to have him here'

McManaman nodded in agreement, "I'm already looking forward to next year's World Cup"

Both of them calmed down from their excitement, but they were still comfortable, like drinking a glass of peerless wine, only the aftertaste remained, and there was no need to express it in too many words.

Fans around the world watched as Raul was the first to stand up, pulling up his teammates one by one, encouraging them, motivating them, and watching Red walk back to half the court again after celebrating.

It's just over 20 minutes, 3:0, which can already be called a rout, and many neutral fans are even starting to worry about Real Madrid, and there are still 60 minutes, how will they spend it.

Juander Ramos stroked a handful of half-white hair vigorously and waved it unconsciously with one hand, as if to convey something to the field, but in fact, he didn't know what to say.

But now, he has to say something, the scene is out of control, his prestige in the dressing room can only be described as pitiful, and there are very few coaches who can convince Real Madrid players.

What's more, he is just a coach who is not responsible for transfers and has no competitive decision-making.

He knew that after this game, the process and the result would be like a hurricane, blowing through the whole European football, at that time, the glory belongs to Liverpool, it belongs to Macklin, and he and his team will be branded on the pillar of shame, so he has to do something.

He even considered replacing a striker and reinstating the back five, but he really didn't dare, so the Real Madrid fans would tear him up, because it was a naked bow, bowing his head, and being subservient.

They would rather die a glorious death than accept a reluctant life.

Ramos no longer has the arrogance of the first leg of the game, this is the attack he wants, the attack of the soldiers, horses and chariots, the result is still the same, only Liverpool is attacking, and they can't attack.

He sighed dejectedly and returned to the position of the back line, full of dazedness, a little suffocation in his heart, and anger, Real Madrid, it shouldn't be like this.

Proenka blew the whistle for the restart of the game again, and he thought to himself, "Is it my job to blow the whistle for this game?"

Red as always, that's a good word.

It has only been more than 20 minutes, and their passionate blood and burning excitement are far from exhausted, and Real Madrid's offensive organization is still extremely difficult.

Apart from Sneijder's occasional long balls and Robben's dribbling inward, they didn't have any other attacking options, and Raul, who dropped back to midfield, was far less aura than he had in the box.

They were so frightened that they even felt that the more than 80,000 pairs of eyes in the stands were like a raging fire, scorching them, so they were even more flustered and panicked.

Big feet, unconscious clearances, passing errors......

And then there was the overwhelming boos, won't you even kick the ball? It's a bunch of shit in white jerseys, you defiled white!

They couldn't think of a better way to deal with Liverpool's pressing and attacking than to get out of the way, and they were able to catch their breath when the ball flew in the air or rolled out of bounds.

Raul retreated deeply, and even knocked down Mackin twice from behind without any hope of getting the ball, and he didn't say much about this teenager he had always admired, this was the Bernabeu, and he still needed to guard and guard.

"Toot", when Raul tripped Mack Qin for the third time, Proenka finally took out a yellow card, showing the helplessness and loneliness of the Bernabeu, even our prince Raul has to act as a back, and he has to do dirty work.

He's not a captain who talks a lot on the pitch, but more on his actions to motivate his team-mates and tell them that this is the Bernabeu.

He doesn't blame anyone, he can only blame Florentino who changed the path of Real Madrid, or blame himself for being no longer out of place, if it weren't for this love, there would be no need for him to stick around here.

"Attack, attack", Casillas, who had confiscated Torres' shot, stood up and roared, throwing the ball to Higuain in midfield.

They have no choice, even if they know that they will lose more balls if they press out, they have to do it, otherwise, they will wait to die.

The Real Madrid players snorted, like a peacock opening the screen, pressed out, and then didn't wait to run five meters, immediately stopped again, turned around and went back to defense, Nima!

Higuain chose to make a trip on the wing, and then Cahill carried him, buying time for Mascherano who was in the back of the fill-in, a too easy break, Liverpool's back three system, after more than half a season of beating, has matured.

"Mascherano broke the ball and handed it to Alonso, Alonso made a long pass, Gerrard won the ball on the side, it was too fast, it was a counterattack of counterattacks", Zhan Jun explained, "Higuain shouldn't have lost the ball so easily, Real Madrid was under too much pressure during this time"

This time it was Gerrard, who chose to go on the side, because Real Madrid's back line had just been pressed out, and he kicked the ball a few meters away, and then rushed like a heavy truck.

"Heinze, he's fighting with Gerrard, the two of them are pulling each other, Gerrard's physical fitness is too good, he has excellent confrontation, he has a lot of energy, he should be the best B2B player in world football"

Gerrard still caught up with the ball in a position before Heinze, and at this time he had reached the outside of the sideline of the penalty area, and did not make any further movements, but directly kicked the ball.

"Gerrard, low cross, Torres is grabbing the point, Pepe, Pepe is crediting, he touches the ball first, Torres' tackle almost breaks again"

However, the warrior monk Pepe is now panicking, and he is still frizzy in the central defender position after coming from Portugal.

The ball in the penalty area means danger, and before the shaky body can stand firm, there is no safe kick out of the bottom line, but chooses the most awkward turn to clear the siege.

The ball was kicked and flew up slowly, but it didn't fly far, and then it swayed and fell unwillingly on the right side of the arc of the big penalty area.

Diarra, with his back to him, was dodging Pepe's big feet, but when he turned around, he saw the black-haired teenager who had embarrassed him many times this season and couldn't do anything about it.

He strode forward, facing the falling ball, bent his bow and arrow, and lifted his thighs, Diarra felt a dazed and a kind of fear in his heart.

"Bang"

"Mark, Mark, volley ......," Peterson could only shout urgently.

With his right foot firmly in the middle of the ball, he did not lift the top of his foot upwards, but pressed down, and the ball flew to the ground with a snort, returning to the penalty area.

Before Casillas, who had just stood up, made any moves, the ball slammed into the goal from the bottom corner of the near corner of the goal, and Casillas fell to the sky with his legs wide open.

He didn't want to see the ball again, even a glance!

"Goaaaaal...... hat-trick, hat-trick, Mark became another away player to score a hat-trick at the Bernabeu, he made history! Peterson is on the verge of madness.

4:0, 4:0, this is a massacre, no English team has done it at the Bernabeu, Liverpool has done it, Mackin has done it!

There was no point in superfluous celebrations, and the entire stadium was silent, in stark contrast to the madness off the field and in the live signal.

Mackin just smiled and pointed to the sky, slowly pacing back, greeting his teammates to celebrate and hug, and at this moment, Liverpool's wild passion was finally almost expressed.

It's almost forty minutes into the game, but the whole game can already be declared over, and the rest is already garbage time, and Real Madrid will say goodbye to the Champions League quarterfinals once again, for the fifth year in a row.

"Oh my God", Zhan Jun said incredulously, "In less than forty minutes, Mackin scored a hat-trick at the Bernabeu, today it was completely his own game, the right side of the penalty area, it was simply his lethal area"

Juan de and Calderón were in the dust, and it was one of Real Madrid's worst half-time in recent years.

Only Raul, who took the ball, this time from his own goal, "looked up", his eyes were full of screams, and he rarely saw him so angry.

But if he doesn't stand up, will he face a table tennis score after the game?

Proenka playfully blew the whistle for the restart of the game......

Liverpool, who were leading by a big score, finally showed some relaxation, pressing and attacking the entire half, and after taking the big lead, they were uncontrollably a little relaxed.

"Sneijder, big foot oblique long pass", Zhan Jun explained that Real Madrid finally had a rare attack, "looking for another side Robben"

"The pass is quite accurate, he has such a long pass, I don't know what Juander thinks, Sneijder's passing and running, in fact, he plays better in the middle, he has no speed, and he has little effect on the side", Zhang Lu also analyzed Real Madrid's lineup in passing.

"Robben dribbles, to Higuain, two-by-one, Robben, Robben, he cut into the box, this quick two-one-one finally let him get rid of Enrique", Zhan Jun said, "Ague came up, Robben crossed the small penalty area, Higuain, oops, Reina pounced"

"There is still Raul here, Raul, hey, the ball is in, it's not easy"

Raul, who was inserted later, leaned on Mascherano who was back on the defending, swept the ball with an irregular fall to the ground, or with his ungood right foot, and stumbled the ball saved by Reina into the goal.

The Real Madrid players who scored the goal did not celebrate, Raul quickly got up, ran to the door and hugged the ball, turned back and ran back to the center circle, and placed it on the tee-off.

1:4, this is a score that makes his heart extremely miserable, although he knows that the hope is very slim and slim, but he is the captain, he can't be depressed, he can't give up.

But it was useless for him to swing the ball, because Proenka blew the whistle again, and it was the end of the first half......