Professor Arsene Wenger stood up again, but this time he raised his arms and shouted, an away goal worth a thousand dollars.

Just this one goal brought the two sides back to the same running line, and Liverpool's advantage was gone.

"Come on", Gerrard and Carragher clapped together, cheering up their teammates.

Mack Qin was comforting Lucas, "Hey, Luca, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself"

"That's my defensive zone, if only I could have run faster", he finally got on the pitch in this kind of tournament and made a mistake that wasn't a mistake, frustration for sure.

"Hey Luca, we're league champions, that's not what the championship team looks like"

There's no team that won't be scored, no team can win all the time, and it's important to muster the most motivated fighting spirit for the next battle.

The Arsenal players celebrated wildly on the sidelines as they stepped up from the abyss.

There was a brief lull at Anfield and the equaliser was a blow to the players and fans alike.

But in terms of mental tenacity, there are not many fans in the world who can compare to Liverpool fans.

After a while, the noise rang out again at Anfield, and the song of You'll Never Be Alone came again.

Mark Qin raised his hands in the air and high-fived the stands in response.

"Pap", "Pap", after a while, the audience spontaneously followed his rhythm to high-five, countless pairs of arms waved in the stands, the rhythm was unified, and it was spectacular.

They believe they will make the cut.

"If my brother is a star, he must be a Taiwan bully!" , Ai Ming looked at the special typhoon on the field and said.

"Sanny", Sam said with a smile next to him, "your brother is a star now, more than many stars!" ”

Makqin stood on the court, and he wanted nothing more than to be the winner of the night.

'Arsenal seized a great counter-attacking opportunity,' McManaman said, 'Liverpool have to respond as soon as possible, if Arsenal score one more goal, Liverpool will have to score two more goals, which will make it more difficult for them to qualify'

Rafa Benitez pushed his glasses and waved his arms on the sidelines to keep his players out of favour, and the kind of goal that could only come down to luck.

If Skrtel had been a little more off the top or a little harder, he probably wouldn't have scored this goal.

But luck on the pitch can patronize you once, twice, and it won't always favor you, and in the end, it depends on strength.

"Let's go through the storm ...... together", after Liverpool restarted, the crowd held up their scarves again, like a bridge to victory throughout the stadium.

"Hey, hey, Luka", Makqin shouted as he received the ball from Lucas and passed it to Enrique on the wing.

Hreb was transferred, Diaby stepped up and Enrique gave him a quick cross of the ball to him, and he flicked the outside of his foot to Kuyt in front of him.

'Nice, Mark missed the ball and Lucas got on the end of Kuyt's cross and he got rid of Diaby,' said Peterson.

'Mark was the playmaker in midfield and his performance will have a huge impact on Liverpool's attack,' said McKa.

Mackin thinks the same, but he is still trying to find a rhythm with his teammates, this is not the U18 after all, and the whole team can't tacitly cooperate with his ideas.

He had to reduce the number of passing errors caused by a lack of tacit understanding, which would be equivalent to giving Arsenal a chance to counter-attack.

Zidane looked at Mackin on the field and felt that he had been better in the past ten minutes than at the beginning.

Although he doesn't have that kind of sharp assault, scalpel-like direct pass, in his eyes, this is the necessary quality of a midfield commander, which is to control the game!

At Old Trafford, alien Ronaldo scored a hat-trick and many thought he was the star of the game, but no one in the more professional would have ignored Zidan.

In that game, he had a 100 per cent pass completion rate, 0 turnovers and 0 tackles, which was a perfect midfielder.

In Zidane's eyes, a midfielder must not focus on assists, let alone goals, which is the task of the forward line.

An excellent midfielder must first be a good commander, have you ever seen a commander charge forward in every battle?

They are always behind the scenes, scoring goals and assists are just appendages in the process of organisation and control.

"Mark pulls back to receive a cross from Gerrard and picks up a cross in the box......"

The ball had just slipped around Arsenal's 40-metre area from left to right, and Gerrard went down to see that there was no chance on the flank, and passed the ball back.

Mack picked up the ball and picked it over Flamini's head, and Senderos struggled to jump without touching the ball.

"Torres, chest stop, Galla is on top of him in the box and shoots ......"

Torres spun half-way and was squeezed off the mark, only touching the ball on tiptoe, which bounced off Galla's leg and back for Clich to recover a long ball.

"Mascherano withstood Cesc Fabregas, Mark, beautiful, he fell to the ground in time and swept the ball to Lucas ......

The tempo is slowly entering Liverpool's orbit as their attacks are like waves at high tide, wave after wave.

Lucas handed the ball to the backline, giving Mackin time to get up and run as the Arsenal formation pressed out.

Mackin is slowly getting into a state that he used to play against Arsenal, but it was the Champions Cup, against Arsenal's youth team.

He made Arsenal's small-range cross-cutting link completely ineffective as the ball was at the feet of Liverpool's youth team for the majority of the game.

It's just that he is still one step away, and he has not completely forgotten himself, forgotten his opponents, forgot about winning or losing, only football.

So he got up and ran non-stop, fast, and that feeling, like the whole green field became a chessboard, he jumped out, became a gamer, and the mountain was no longer a mountain.

Football is just a series of flying routes!

Running to the back waist area, "Team deputy, give it to me", he shouted to Carragher, how can you be a commander if you don't command others!

Carragher was stunned, he had never seen such a domineering Mackqin, he was usually more like a modest teenager, although he was sometimes radiant on the field, but off the field, this was a very peaceful and gentle teenager.

It was a kind of momentum, a kind of demonic nature, with only football in his eyes, and let him do what he wanted...... Flight.

No accidents!

"Pretty," Peterson shouted from the bottom of his heart.

Mack made a beautiful half-turn, and with a knock on his heel, he gave Fabregas the rush over.

In the easiest way!

Cesc Fabregas rushed to the brakes, but Mackin had already passed the ball with one kick and ignored his entanglement.

He was firmly on the ball rolling to Arbelloa's feet, and the next thing he should have done was to push the ball forward.

He ran to the right midfield and waited for Gerrard's possible return pass, and the football came as promised.

"What do I see?" McManaman shouted in surprise, "He's the elf!" ”

With a slight toe flick, the ball obediently flew up and fell leisurely over the head of Flamini, who rushed over.

With one foot just right, he caught the falling ball, and went straight to the top of the arc of the penalty area.

"Mark, Mark, his light pick, past Flamini, he's like a stake"

Peterson had the feeling that he would once again have the privilege of witnessing the opening of Pandora's box, which was completely unexpected.

Performance!

No greenery, no cheers, just black and white balls, obedient rolling.

Diaby looked at the teenager who was swaying from side to side and pedaling a bicycle, and before he could react, he flicked his left foot to Lucas, who was plugged in, and had to turn back and chase back.

Toure pressed by inertia and had to block Lucas's advance, and he didn't have time to complain about Flamini, who had been easily beaten back, as he was trying to catch up.

Stop!

Flamini swooped and ran behind Mackchen, "Luca! The ball obediently returned to his feet.

It's an atmosphere, like a depressed air pressure, and you unconsciously pass the ball to him.

"Pretty", I don't know how many times Peterson said it.

Facing the ball that Lucas knocked back, Makqin shook the instep of his foot deftly, turned an outward arc and went straight to the left side of the penalty area, and Enrique inserted it like the wind.

The ball landed right at his running feet, and he slid diagonally to the bottom line.

A few combinations in the middle caused Arsenal to shrink the defence unfreely, and when the balloon flew over their heads, they realized that the wing was empty!

"Enrique ......, he's in the box", Eboe and Toure frantically blocked his cross.

"Enrique, cross ......"

He didn't choose to drop the ball directly into the penalty area, because the box was too dense with players, and Toure's flying tackle, but passed it back to the top of the box.

There was Makqin who was bending his bow and arrows, and he was rushing towards the top of the arc of the penalty area.

Senderos didn't dare to rush forward this time, he turned his head to look at Torres, and stood firmly in the penalty area, staring at the rushing Macklin, ready to block his long-range shot.

Of course, it is more important to guard against his direct plugs.

Almunia watched nervously in front of the penalty area, while keeping an eye on Torres' movements, and he remembered the fatal scalpel that had just begun.

"Mark, Mark", Peterson looked at Mark, who was speeding up suddenly, expecting him to volley the whole field.

But even he thought about it, Arsenal's defenders naturally thought about it, Diaby, Senderos, and Flamini in the back, all of them were guarding his long-range shots.

Flamini will not skimp on fouls when necessary.

The ball flew around in an arc and reached the vicinity of the big penalty area, just the height of the leg-raising volley, and Mackin faced the ball and made a volley posture.

Flamini had reached out and grabbed his jersey, ready to pull it the moment he exerted his strength and disturb his balance.

Many of the forwards' shots are influenced by this defensive strategy, and experienced defenders know how to find the perfect balance between fouls and limited defense.

Feeling the surroundings, Mackin immediately gave up the idea of volleying, and switched to the end.

"Bang", the ball collided with the arch of the foot with a soft sound, even if Flamini pulled his shirt, it still did not affect his movements.

Because he's just lifting his leg and finding a good angle.

Almunia stood in the middle of the goal one meter outside the goal, and was about to squat and make a side pounce with Mackqin's movements.

But I didn't expect that the ball did not fly at great speed, but flew high first, straight to the dead corner on his right.

Almunia took two quick steps and quickly flew sideways, stretching his arms as hard as he could.

But the ball slowly passed over his palm, and then began to fall, against the junction of the beam and the post, and straight into the net!

“Goal… al… Al", Peterson roared with all his strength, "Volley, another lob shot!" Van der Sar's depression had not yet dissipated, and Almunia joined him again......"

"......Boom", the moment the ball crossed Almunia's palm, the whole field boiled again.

Diaby and Senderos, who subconsciously turned their backs, stared blankly at the ball that fell into the net, dumbfounded......

This chapter was written at noon, I was not satisfied, I took the time to change it for an afternoon, and I was still not satisfied, very dissatisfied, and I didn't change it! This chapter is supposed to be the climax.,I don't know why I can't write that feeling.,Annoying?ó.