It turns out that destruction has a strange beauty that can really be addictive.

When Mackin shoveled Messi's ball off the sideline again, he thought to himself.

His opponents, their opponents, the Red and Blue Army, are like a fine porcelain that has been retouched, giving one a primal urge to destroy it and then smash it!

Smash it!

It's a taboo thrill that he didn't expect, he and Guardiola have been entangled with the idea of more than a year, beautiful football, and his first step, is to destroy it.

The scene is breathtaking!

Yes, it's barely ten minutes into the beginning, and it's already suffocating!

All the players were whirring and panting, not tired, but the tension of the atmosphere, the stagnation of the atmosphere, the sky over Anfield was like a membrane enveloped by sound, and the suppressed air pressure was crumbling in the enveloping stadium.

From the very beginning, they once again set the record for the largest decibel in football at home, and the stands were completely dominated by a red color, which the vast majority of fans wore today.

Like the reserve knights of tens of thousands of legions, ready to stain the battlefield with blood at any time.

However, the team they supported in the stadium wore white away shirts, because Barcelona's home and away shirts were too close to red, so they had to wear away shirts.

The referee just gave the throw-in, Messi gasped and got up, and the three of them were sandwiched! , Liverpool really looks up to themselves, with Enrique in front, Gerrard in the back, and Mack Qin who is ambushed at any time next to him.

Barcelona's pass was rare at Anfield, falling into a stagnation, and Liverpool's full-line contraction in the opening game was not unexpected by them, but their defensive targeting was also unexpected.

They don't want the ball, they just destroy!

"Boom, OleOleOle......, he's ...... Anfield", "Prince, Prince, Prince......", the instant cry chiseled into the eardrums, and every successful defense of Liverpool will usher in a tsunami, and the atmosphere here is no less than that at the Camp Nou.

Although there is a double difference in their numbers!

Pep Guardiola couldn't sit still minutes after the start of the game, and he was anxiously directing, shouting, and rubbing his bald head on the sidelines, sometimes frowning, sometimes watching from the pockets.

He's not nervous, but he has a perverted demand for the game and control, and strives to do his best, and he can quickly establish a passing and cutting style of play in any team, and not just rely on the ability of the players, otherwise why others can't play.

It's his passing system, the response and running between the players, the linkage between each other, and the players under his hands, whether they have the ball or not, they must always move again, and they will always move again.

Always ready for the next pass, ready to intersperse attacks at any time, their movement range is small, and they form a suppression, so they don't use much physical strength, which is the terrible thing about his tactical philosophy.

It is a double destruction of the opponent's mental and physical strength.

But today he felt that something was wrong, why did Liverpool be so accurate with their own vital cards, they rarely did not form a suppression here, but only ineffective possession!

And they also control the ball because Liverpool don't control the ball at all, once they break the ball, they immediately hand over the two midfielders to counterattack with a quick long pass, if there is really no chance, it is a big foot.

Xavi and Iniesta, the two key players in the advancement, are in great trouble, once they pass the center circle, there are two shadows in close quarters, they rarely foul, just make you uncomfortable, so you can't move forward!

Then he looked at the right side of his side, the left side of the opponent, what a stroke of genius!

Who came up with the idea to swap Gerrard? Shouldn't this be Kuyt? Gerrard is now the Premier League's top scorer! , in addition to being able to defend Messi, he made two unreasonable breakthroughs, which made Alves and Pique feel uneasy.

Liverpool wiped out all their attacks! , The game was almost ten minutes old, and the shooting ratio on both sides was 4:1, and Liverpool was in front!

Only Thierry Henry's forced breakthrough barely managed to create a cross, and Samuel Eto'o scrambled to shoot but was a little threat.

What is Liverpool doing here? He looked at the two white players who were inseparable from Xavi and Iniesta even when they were off the ball, and thought to himself, you guys are really playing a good hand.

"Oh, no one expected the game to be like this before the game", Peterson gloated in the commentary box, "I watched a lot of Barcelona games, they were cut so fragmented for the first time, if it wasn't for Torres' shot that grazed the post and flew out of the bottom line, it would be 1:0 now"

"Haha, that's right, Liverpool's attacking threat is far greater than Barcelona's, Gerrard on the left and Torres on the right, and now they are directly pressing the four defenders who dare not move," McManaman also said with a smile.

To be honest before the game, he was extremely worried, after all, Barcelona's attack was gorgeous and desperate, and the whole world couldn't figure out how to defend their attack.

But Liverpool did it today, not to mention 90 minutes later, just these ten minutes are enough for Sammy Lee to make a name for himself, I don't know how many well-known coaches are paying attention to this game!

Mourinho sat on the sofa at home with eyes as bright as stars, and this creative defensive and pressing alignment opened his eyes, Barcelona has always been his imaginary enemy, there are too many stories to tell between them, but his tactical philosophy is contrary to Barcelona.

Is he a traitor? Bah, only Catalans can be so self-righteous, when did Lao Tzu become your man? , Mourinho thought to himself.

"I thought it would be a one-sided side of Barcelona, but I didn't expect it to be a five-five opening, not to mention possession, Liverpool's attacking threat is greater"

Alves sent the throw-in and Barcelona's attack was still very difficult, as the ball was at the feet of those who were not good at organising most of the time.

Alves, Yaya Toure, Eto'o, Alves again.

In the end, Alves barely crossed and went straight to the back post, the team's customary central playmaker couldn't play, so he had to finish the attack in this way, otherwise it would be troublesome for Gerrard to break the ball.

Cahill quickly recovered, and with a slight touch, Reina quickly attacked, held the ball in his arms, and then ran two steps directly into a big foot.

The ball flew high and headed straight for the huge gap behind Alves.

The cross just now made Guardiola on the sidelines involuntarily flash back, wishing that he was Henry, and went directly to dive for the header.

But Henry is already 33 years old, and the explosive power on which he relied to become famous has long since left him, and he is not as fast as Cahill, so he does not pose any threat.

"Yaya, come back quickly, go and fill the position!" , but before he could finish his regret, Liverpool's ball quickly flew into Barcelona's half, and he had to jump to his feet and shout loudly for Toure to make up for it.

Alves is still in the opponent's big penalty area!

The ball was far away, on the wing, Torres felt very happy, he liked this kind of game, there was a big racetrack for him to gallop, he was not injured at this time, he was just 25 years old.

Believe in the reins of the horse, ride the horse galloping!

Pique wasn't as fast as he was, so he caught up on the touchline near the corner of the box, and that's Liverpool's attack!

The two of them are teammates in the national team, and they know the roots, Pique did not dare to rush up, Valdés originally wanted to attack and destroy, but just ran a few steps, and hurriedly retreated.

After Pique came out, Marquis and Abidal automatically made up for the penalty area, and it was Liverpool's counterattack, counterattack, counterattack! , these ten minutes of counterattack may be more than their game against Real Madrid.

"Torres, he caught up with the ball again, Liverpool's counter-attack!" , Peterson hissed and shouted why this was more exciting than Barcelona's attack.

Why is it so thrilling every time I look at the few white figures that are running, because they are really like a steel knife today, going straight to the heart!

"Torres, Torres, he's pushing Pique with the ball", Peterson's tone was all with a shudder and anticipation, come on, get one, get fucking.

Now every goal that can score a goal for Barcelona is celebrated, because they are so fucking hard to beat, and it has aroused public outrage.

Fernando Torres' dribbling was never complicated, and he caught a glimpse of Yaya Toure striding over and Pique pressing him sideways to go further to the bottom line because there was no one in the box.

Torres dribbled the ball two steps away from Pique and suddenly leaned towards the baseline, which was a precursor to the start-up, and Pique had to move the center with him.

Then there was the emergency stop, and the reason why Torres was less powerful in the later stages was because he could no longer play with his knees like this.

As Yaya Toure was about to close the goal, he made a quick stop to open the gap, then pushed the ball to the top of the box with a diagonal push of his foot.

Because there's a white body there, and that's Gerald! , every time he fights back, he will be behind him, this is trust.

"Torres, pass, he passed, Gerrard ......", Peterson shouted, "Liverpool's counter-attack was simple and lethal, he could shoot from distance......"

Valdés nervously prepared for the second long-range shot of the heavy artillery, and the pain in his palm had not completely subsided a few minutes earlier, and Abidal and Marquis hurriedly tried to block it.

He received the ball.

"Boom ......", the red stands exploded like a landslide tsunami, waiting for the shells to be delivered into the heart of the enemy, this is tactical suppression, the inevitable result!

However, the expected heavy artillery did not come, and the opportunity was so good that Gerald had to make sure that he scored 100 percent!

Then he didn't pause, he didn't slow down, and the outside of his right foot slammed into the ball quickly, directly like the wind, straight to the left side of Abidal, the ribs of the penalty area.

He's going to shake off the angle of the shot completely!

"Gerrard, Gerrard, he, the ball ......, he's in the box ......", Peterson's roar continued, and there was no room for anything else now.

"Abidal, Abidal, he's chasing Gerrard and shoveling ......"

Gerrard took a straight step to the ribs, then Marques stayed in the six-yard box and Abidal scurried and tackled to try to block Gerrard's sideways volley!

Thighs up, white flying, this is a deadly steel knife, roaring in the dragon!

He also has a kind of trust, as has happened many times in this game, behind him, there will be Makqin, and he will definitely run up desperately to pick it up.

Because today, only the three of them can be unscrupulously put into the attack, and the others are all defense-oriented, this kind of sacrifice can't help but be absent at this time!

"Bang", the expected shot still didn't come, Gerrard directly kicked the pass, and passed the ball back to the penalty spot, and then couldn't control his body balance, and fell out with his back.

"Mark ......", Peterson's voice was like a call, calling for a return.

The white figure came as promised, he ran nearly seventy meters, waiting for this moment, there are no accidents, and no accidents are allowed, even if there is no ball, he must appear in this position.

Because they are the only three sharp knives!

Valdes and Marques' heartbeats suddenly leaked, because of this white, there was no one in front of them, there was no block, Marquis didn't have time to turn back, and Valdes himself could only move to the middle of the goal.

Then I didn't wait long, and I saw him, picking up his right leg, this time it was sturdy, really picking up a piece of grass clippings, picking up a bright moon.

"Boom ......", this time it is really a mountain explosion!

A white light penetrated most of the empty door on the left, fiercely lifted the back ball net, set off a red wave all over the field, set off the white dance in the field, and set off the whole world to shout and wait!

Because they're ahead, they're ahead, Barcelona.

Call me that name again, Basel...... Rhona!

"Roar ......", "Goaaaaal......", the green tendons of the shout burst out, red and blood-red, and the voice of the shout was hoarse, and the sky was boiling.

Mark ...... Goaaaaaaaaal……，GoalGoalGoal……”

He lifted his white jersey, revealing his throbbing chest, and knelt down to meet it, the red wave......