Volume 3 Chapter 78 No one should die
This is the final, who doesn't know!
The flames of gunpowder are ignited from the first moment, and the fierceness of the slashing will never be extinguished, this is a song of blood and fire.
"Cheer up, lift your heads," Carragher roared and looked up, even if it was a mistake at the back, they didn't have time to feel sorry for themselves.
This is mainly for newcomers such as Lucas and Bruno, who have not yet experienced such a brutal baptism of fire, who are the barrier between the two wings of the midfield and are crucial.
"There are less than ten minutes left in the first half", Zhan Jun's voice was obviously a little lower, "Liverpool were equalised at this time, it's a pity, if they can lead into the second half, it will be more beneficial to them"
Redknapp Jr. shook his head, "Liverpool must find a way to free Gerrard and Mark, Hiddink deserves to be a top coach, after being scored, two changes put Liverpool back"
"It's really difficult", Zhang Lu also said, "Drogba, Lampard, Malouda three people to Liverpool's back area, Anelka in front, Essien in the back, and the wings are inserted by full-backs"
"All of a sudden, Liverpool's possible counter-attacking routines are stuck, the most important thing is that Liverpool's two wings can't go up at all, so Gerrard and Mackin are too uncomfortable"
But the brilliance of glory has always been cultivated by fire, and without a hundred refining and forging, how can it be transformed into steel?
In the stands of the stadium, the eternal song of "You will never walk alone" sounded, and whenever the team needed support, they were bound to appear.
Hiddink stood calmly on the sidelines at this time, his tactics worked, as long as he ensured that Liverpool's counterattack could not be played, although Chelsea's current positional battle efficiency was average, but I kept crossing and chiseling, I don't believe you Liverpool doesn't make mistakes.
Sammy Lee and Hugh McOray are also using their brains at a rapid pace, and now that Liverpool lacks change, it will be more and more dangerous to stick to it like this.
Mackin and Torres returned to the centre circle early with the ball in their hands, waiting for the Chelsea players who were celebrating wildly on the runway to return.
"Fernando, you break through near Mikel and dribble the ball, he has a yellow card, he doesn't dare to be as unscrupulous as Terry", Mackin kept thinking of a way.
"I'll try, the main thing is that they have been flanking, and there is an Alex in the back", Torres didn't have a good way for a while, otherwise he would have tried it in the past thirty minutes.
But at this time, every drop of potential in Liverpool's body must be squeezed out in order to turn the situation back, and everyone knows that if Chelsea continue to play like this, Liverpool may still concede goals.
If he loses one more, Mackin has no bottom in his heart that he will definitely be able to save the team, and he doesn't have a golden hoop stick, he can sweep a large area, and he is not Maradona.
He is just a midfielder who is good at taking advantage of the system and the weaknesses of the opponent, Mack Qin stepped on the ball and looked at his backfield, four or four formations lined up in two, Bruno on the left and Lucas on the right, alas, alas, it was a pity that there was a fast Valle sitting on the bench.
But who would dare to let him go? Voronin can't get on, unless Liverpool finally sacrifices his life, but on the side, on the side, Mark Qin looked at Aurelio and frowned.
After the restart, Chelsea pressed even more recklessly, and the equaliser gave them a morale boost, and all they wanted was to take advantage of the victory and chase down Liverpool once and for all.
"Go up and up, don't drop too deep", Carragher shouted to the back line after Chelsea broke the ball up front and threw himself into attack again, saying that the defensive formation must not be flattened, otherwise it will be dangerous.
"Malouda, cut inside, shoot ......", the ball was too square, it was directly confiscated by Reina, and then went straight to the front with a big kick.
"Torres, Torres, he fought with Terry in front, got the ball, cut cross-cutting with the ball, he used his speed to brush Mikel and shoot ......"
He didn't have the power to do it and was easily confiscated by Cech, but he did manage to shoot on goal this time.
When Cech kicked in again, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.
The two sides are drawn!
"We can't let Chelsea attack like this in the second half", Liverpool's dressing room was a mess, and the players who ran down the whole half were gasping, drinking water, and resting.
Steven Gerrard, Carragher and the coaching staff all said this, we can't let Chelsea attack like this anymore!
Ma Qin was lying on the massage table, and the team doctor hurriedly helped him massage his thigh muscles, in case of overtime, Ma Qin would never be replaced.
"Aurelio has to go up," Makqin said, standing out in the messy locker room.
Aurelio drank his water, turned to look at him and said, "I'm afraid that I won't leave a gap for them in time."
"Do you want Bruno to fill in the slot?" Sami Lee and Hugh, who were already familiar with Mack's style, asked at the same time.
"That's the idea, Bruno, what do you think?" , Makqin wanted to see if he had confidence, but there were Anelka and Bosingwa.
"Was it Aurelio who was like a full-back when he went up?" , he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Don't worry, I will not lose my position easily"
For him, being able to reach the Champions League final is already quite a success, and even more successful than that, of course, is the championship!
Sammy Lee looked down and pondered for a moment, it was a way to add a point of contact on the wing when attacking.
"Aurelio, then you press it when you counterattack in the second half, but be careful not to lose the ball easily, if you lose the ball, you have to give me a quick defense", Sami Lee said seriously.
Aurelio put down his drink and nodded in understanding, but the other players were still in their own hurry to recover.
'I'm proud of your performance in the first half and now all you need to do is keep ...... in the second half'
Sammy Lee seized the time to cheer up the players, and now the two sides are at this time, whoever can run one more step will have a little more hope, and what they fight is will!
The next door was also full of blood, Hiddink paced back and forth, making a speech, "There is still the last half, we are still playing like this, they have no choice, you can see their embarrassment, there is only half of the game left, the championship must be ours in the end!" ”
'The first half was unexpectedly exciting, with a goal from both sides,' said Zhan Jun in the commentary box, 'first the penalty, then Liverpool played ten minutes and Chelsea immediately returned the favour'
"Yes, it's not dull at all", Zhang Lu said, "It's just that Liverpool has to find a way in the second half, and if they play like this in the second half, they can't see that they have the possibility of winning."
Time passed quickly, and I usually felt that it was nothing, but after such a fierce game and confrontation, every player wanted to rest for a while, and it seemed that the second half started again without taking two breaths.
Cheers, noises, glare lights.
They must return to this noisy world and continue to fight until one side falls completely!
The second half was full of gunpowder as soon as it came up, this is not a grudge, but a tragedy that will fight for every inch of land!
"Toot", the referee whistled and ran to Lampard's side and showed him a yellow card, and in the past ten minutes, Herbert has already shown three yellow cards.
It was given to Lucas and Ager, and now it's Lampard's turn as he pulled down Mackin who broke through the middle and had just gotten to the centre circle.
With Aurelio's spot, Liverpool did improve in the second half, so that he could pick up Torres on the wing, and this single point would give Mackin and Gerrard time to press.
The fans on both sides of the stands were a little quiet, not silent, but nervous, and the time passed minute by minute, and the two teams formed a stalemate.
You attack me once, no one can suppress anyone, Torres pulled to the left, Liverpool attacked the left, and pressed Bosingwa back.
Chelsea, for their part, also focused on the left, and Ashley Cole had no one to press him in attack, so naturally he had a lot of chances.
Hiddink stood straight on the sidelines, thinking about whether to go up for Branislav Ivanovic, who defended better than Bosingva, which would make their defense more solid.
But his offense hasn't developed yet, and the support for the offensive end is not enough, and he's in a dilemma.
"In the second half, Liverpool's attack on the left side played well, and here it is again", Zhan Jun said.
Urelio took the ball and Frank Lampard had to go over to help and that freed Gerrard.
"Gerrard, take Mark's cross, shoot ...... from a distance", Peterson shouted loudly, and the ball went straight to the goal from 35 meters away like a cannonball!
"Bang", Cech didn't dare to catch it with his hands, and directly punched it out, and Terry quickly cleared the ball with a header.
"Good ball", Zhang Lu said, "Liverpool just didn't play such an attack in the first half, so it seemed passive, and I watched it in the second half."
Chelsea attacked, Malouda won the ball and quickly dribbled forward along the touchline, Lucas and Carragher came up to flank, Ashley Cole quickly set the edge, and Carragher had to follow back.
"Malouda, cut inside, Drogba took the ball with his back and made a wall for him, Malouda, he burst into the penalty area", Zhan Jun's heart suddenly rose.
Malouda took the ball away from Didier Drogba's feet and grazed Lucas straight into the box.
"Malouda, cross, Mascherano, he made a meritorious service, this complement was too timely, the ball was shoveled out of the line"
Lucas hurriedly ran over and pulled up Mascherano and patted him on the shoulder, he himself was wearing a yellow card, he hesitated just now, and directly let Malouda wipe it over.
"Mark, go help Lucas", shouted Carragher from behind, directing the defense.
Mack Qin gasped and raised his hand to indicate that he knew, he had just returned from the opponent's penalty area.
Now all the players, except Anelka and Torres, have to go up and defend back.
The consumption of physical strength is very large, but at this time you can't run one step less than your opponent, but run more.
Run, Mark, run for your life.
Both sides now have a limited number of troops to attack, and the older the so-called rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are, and the time starts from 45 minutes, 30 minutes, and 20 minutes at the beginning of the second half......
It doesn't take more than a minute for the players on the pitch to feel a little more urgency and more tension.
Because conceding at this point means that you probably really lost the game.
"Torres, he shook off Terry, shot with his left foot, oops, off the post"
"Drogba, he's in too good shape, he's carrying Skrtel's chest to stop the ball, swiping it horizontally, turning around and shooting, whew, it's too dangerous, it's just a little above the crossbar"
Mackin got up from the ground and watched Reina lift Essien's long-range shot from 40 meters away over the crossbar.
More than 30 minutes passed in the second half, and the physical fitness of both sides reached a critical point, with a lot less complicated movement and coordination, and more energy was spent on defense.
As a result, there are naturally more unreasonable long-range shots, but with the state of the goalkeepers of both sides today, unless they play an absolute world wave, there is very little hope.
"Time is running out," Peterson said, "and in the second half both sides were attacking and defending, but neither side could break the other goal, and neither coach made any substitutions"
"The 22 guys on the pitch are the strongest of the players on either team at the moment," McCa replied, "and the coaches on both sides don't dare to change easily"
Come on, guys, stop relying on fateful penalties, Ballack was firmly on the pitch, and although it was still a draw, he was more nervous than anyone else......