"Liverpool is too passive, it's basically difficult to attack half the pitch", taking advantage of the gap between throw-ins, Huang Jianxiang discussed with Zhang Lu.

"Liverpool is a little suppressed, the momentum is a little low when they lose the ball, Milan attacks wave after wave, these go on, you have to lose the ball, Liverpool has to find a way to attack"

"I think Liverpool's midfield is a bit of a problem"

"Yes, Hamann's point has too much impact, I guess Benitez didn't expect it before the game, 451, the middle will be so easy to penetrate, Alonso, Colwill, Gerrard's defense has no level, a direct pass Kaka or Shepchenko will face the defender, today Carragher and Hyypia are under a lot of pressure~"

……

The Liverpool fans in the left stand couldn't help it for a long time, seeing that the team was so passive, they all stood up automatically, and kept singing at the top of their voices, and they could only continue to watch the game if they stood up, Marco turned his head to look at Macqin and said loudly in his ear: "Mike, I don't think you're nervous at all now"

"Why are you nervous?"

"We're falling behind, everybody is nervous"

"We're going to win!"

Marco looked at Mackin and smiled slowly, nodded, and continued to focus on the arena.

Gerrard is very tired, it's only been ten minutes, it's too fast, the opponent is attacking too fast, he just keeps chasing back, plugging holes everywhere, glancing at the sidelines, Rafa is silent, just occasionally waving his hand forward, signaling the team to attack, how to attack? Gerard was helpless, and as the captain, Gerard could only keep running and running.

Twenty minutes into the game, Liverpool organized a wave of attack,

"Garcia~~, smash, oh~oh~, penalty? No, the referee didn't blow, Milan counterattacked, Kaka~, broke through the middle, Shepchenko~"

“Goal~~~~~~”

"Offside, offside, the linesman raised the flag~"

"Liverpool has a false alarm~"

The commentators of various countries explained the situation on the field in tens of seconds just now, Marco could no longer maintain his demeanor, and he almost broke Macqin's arm just now, it was too dangerous......

"I'm scared to death," Emin and Valle gasped, patting their chests

hasn't slowed down, Milan followed another wave of attack, Kaka, Kaka, and the middle of the rush, right toe pick up the penalty area, Shepchenko quickly inserted, across the back point, Crespo, Crespo~~

"Goal~~~~~~", this time the linesman did not raise the flag again, Crespo excitedly recoiled and waved his hand to everyone to come over to celebrate, Gerrard, Carragher, Alonso looked confused, they were stunned, and Milan's momentum overwhelmed them

"F**k, F**k", Valle was already a little out of shape, blushing and yelling, while most of the Reds fans were silent and couldn't accept the result, only 20 minutes, they were 0-2 behind, and all their hopes were falling~~

Mack patted Marco on the shoulder, and Marco sat with his head buried in his face depressed.

But the game has to continue, and Huang Jianxiang and Zhang Lu in the studio were also a little unexpected, Zhang Lu said: "This Liverpool is a bit of a spent"

"Liverpool is a bit of a mess, Benitez needs to adjust quickly, otherwise it will end early if he is entered into another game", Huang Jianxiang also agreed.

"Oh, let's see this is~, Cowell is injured, this is a house leak and it rains overnight~"

"Smitchell replaced Colwill, Colwill couldn't hold on, he was injured since he came to Liverpool, he hasn't been able to get a good job, I didn't expect to be injured again in such a crucial game."

Crooked play, Smitchell on the field increased the thickness of the Reds' midfield, although the Reds are still very passive, but not to be penetrated by a beating, after a few minutes, Benitez stood on the sidelines and helped his glasses, he already knew in his heart that his lineup had failed, Reese, Colwill, Garcia were all wings, Alonso and Gerrard could not cover the middle at all, leaving too much space for Kaka, and a direct pass to penetrate the midfield.

But now you can't change people, that will disturb the morale of the army even more, and if you lose, doesn't it mean that you take the initiative to take the blame? , must wait until halftime, Benitez clenched his fist in his pocket.

Ancelotti looked excited, clenched his fists and raised his arms, this game is done! , This wave of people is the pinnacle of their own AC Milan training, the midfield three tens, organized, long-range shots, assaults, plus Gattuso, infinitely close to their ideal midfield form, if not for the age of this wave of people, Ancelotti is even confident to surpass the glory of Milan during the Dutch Three Musketeers period~

There are only scattered singing voices in the Liverpool stands, AC Milan is singing and dancing, and no one can not be optimistic at this time, the game is too smooth!

Don't concede a goal! No more conceding goals! Gerrard was running everywhere, shouting at his teammates, his voice was almost hoarse~, and Carragher Hyypia also loudly reminded the backline that with a spiritual leader, the team would not collapse. But you still have to attack, if you don't move one back, it will be even more difficult to play in the second half~

Alonso, Gerrard, and Smitchell all unconsciously wanted to press forward, push out, and only hope could there be hope when they went out, the scene was once very stale, and the two sides had back and forth, but Hyypia and Carragher really didn't dare to press too high, after all, there was Shepchenko, and they were not good at chasing back speed.

Mackin now forgot a little about the score, he carefully observed Pirlo's running and passing, it was too leisurely, this is Mackqin's feeling! , if Kaka is sharp, Pirlo is a great skill, better than a leisurely stroll! It seems that the whole field is in his head, constantly running, receiving, passing, not fast, in order to avoid the pressing, and often retreat very far back, but the football is always passed between him and a few points around him, even if you block him front and back, left and right, he will use an over-the-top ball to find nearby teammates, almost never lose the ball, after passing through the midfield in three passes and two passes, there will be a direct pass straight into the hinterland at any time, threatening the throat!

Mackin is simply fascinated, this is a realm that only fellow believers can experience, to be able to do so, it shows that Pirlo's thinking speed is beyond most people on the court, he thinks one step faster, he thinks about how to catch the ball, how to move, but where to pass the ball to the feet, as for how to receive and how to pass, that is the conditioned reflex of the muscles, no need to think! What an awesome talent!

Mackin felt that the trip was worthwhile, and today Pirlo opened a door for him and pointed him in the direction of his efforts. If Zidane is more like a dancer, an artist, who sways freely on the pitch, and the man and the ball are one, then Pirlo is more like a conductor and a temple calculator, who will never charge into battle, always direct the team forward.

Mackin also thought of Becky during the Manchester United period, his long pass from 40 meters away, played the same role as Pirlo, but Beckham was much worse in technique, timing, and suddenness, so it can only be said that Beckham is a good player, not a master (except for free kicks).

The first half was almost over when Mack was out of the world, and the Reds fans were slowly recovering their fighting spirit, and despite being two goals down, it was not a desperate scoreline, and there was hope for the second half...

God arranged this script, it must be ups and downs, otherwise it can't be classic, so when Kaka received the ball in the center circle, a 30-meter curved ball on the ground crossed the Liverpool midfielder to intercept, and bypassed Carragher's outstretched leg, the Red Army stands were like ducks pinched by the neck, and the singing stopped.

If the sword does not come out, it will be used, and if it comes out, it will see blood and seal the throat!

It was not only Dudek who felt desperate, Crespo gently flirted over Dudek's hands, and it was the hearts of all the Red Army supporters who were degraded.

……

"3 to 0, unbelievable, unbelievable~", Huang Jianxiang shouted with an incredible face~

"This ball~, Kaka's pass is too accurate, the scalpel-like penetration, Liverpool's hope is slim~", Zhang Lu said with a smile.

"No one can predict such a score before the game, it is completely one-sided, this is the Champions League final, the probability of a big score is still very low"

"Hehe, Liverpool estimated that it could not be predicted before the game, losing three ...... in the first half"

"The referee blew the whistle, the half is over, Benitez has to think about it, how to fight back in the second half, okay, let's go into the advertisement, come back in a while, the audience friends, please don't go away"

……

Dead silence, Ma Qin only used this word to describe the surroundings, and even some people were hiding their faces and crying, most of them had red eyes, they were full of pride before they came, and now their hearts are like ashes. The Liverpool players walked into the passage with their heads bowed, they just wanted to get out of this nightmare place as soon as possible, and they couldn't look back!

Despite knowing this outcome, Makqin wanted to do something, he desperately wanted to be part of history, not as a spectator!

So in the amazement of Marco and his family, Mark Qin stood high on the chair and sang You will never walk alone, he raised his hands high, waved his scarf, used his best strength, and looked at the depressed people around him with burning eyes, "You will never walk alone~~"

Ai Ming joined him, Valle joined him, Marco joined him, Chen Zixuan and Peter joined him, and slowly this circle is getting bigger and bigger, Makqin is not big enough, they are not far from the Red Army's diehard phalanx, he jumped out of his chair and ran over, grabbed a megaphone from there and held it in his hand, and ran around the stands~~

One stand was not enough, and Mackin couldn't run to the other stands, so he ran to the front of the stands and commanded the fans in his own stands to keep singing to the other stand, and he was using his singing to awaken their fighting spirit!

Slowly the singing became louder and louder, and more and more people were infected, and the Red Army could never be defeated!

In the Liverpool dressing room, there was only the singing of Milan fans outside, but slowly, the familiar singing became louder and louder, and the players who had lowered their heads raised their heads one by one, and a warm current surged in their hearts, "They haven't given up yet!" ”

Benitez originally just corrected his tactical mistakes, replacing Finnan and replacing Hamann, hearing this song, he also slapped his hands a few times: "Listen, guys, this is the song of our fans, they haven't given up on us yet, we have to continue to fight in the second half~~"

Gerald stood up abruptly and hammered the cabinet, "it~~"

"~~", Carragher

"~~", Alonso

"~~", everyone......

"Audience friends, some interesting things happened on the scene, the director switched back to the scene in advance, let's see what happened", Huang Jianxiang said in the studio, the camera zoomed in.

"Oh? The Liverpool fans are so loyal, they sang louder throughout the break, as if to motivate the team, and it's a blessing to have fans like that."

"Yes, our players Son Jihai and Li Qi both play in the Premier League, they have both introduced Anfield as the home of the devil, and the Liverpool fans are very loyal and crazy"

"Oh? There seems to be a boy in the stands, so let's take a closer look, huh? Looks like a Chinese boy."

"Yes, it's a bit incredible, it's a bit unbelievable that a Chinese boy can command a Liverpool fan who moves the stands", Zhang Lu used two incredible.

At this time, the live broadcasts of many countries cut to this boy, and the big screen at the scene also gave a close-up, "Eh? Isn't that Marco, who knows this boy? "Liverpool's players and coaches who didn't go back to the dressing room were surprised, Marco is a lot of people know.

At this time, Gerard Carragher took the lead and walked out of the passage, and when the intermission was almost over, he came out to find that many people were watching the big screen, and they also turned their heads to look, "Isn't this Mike?" Gerald and Carragher looked at each other and immediately understood what was going on.

They walked onto the field, besieged the city, put their hands on their shoulders, and Gerald shouted, "See the big screen?" That's Michael from Cocoby, U16s, he's directing the fans to sing to us, guys, are we giving up? Are we not as good as a child? Are we going to let Michael's efforts go to waste? ”

"Wow~~ Battle, Battle, Battle, Battle, !!"