The Real Madrid players walked towards the aisle dejectedly, they didn't want to experience the disaster of the first half, they just wanted to flee the stadium quickly, because it was not applause, not cheers, but overwhelming, boos.

That's it, the Bernabeu.

You can think he's arrogant, you can think he's unapproachable, you can think they're not accommodating to the team, but that's Real Madrid, that's the Bernabeu.

Because they are "Royal" - Madrid, which was named after the King of Spain a hundred years ago, it was the best club of the 20th century, and it had enough capital and heritage to be proud.

Here, the pride of the club is higher than the players, above the coach, above all else, and tonight, the white knights off the field buried this pride.

"The unbelievable first half of the game is finally over", Zhan Jun said nostalgically, "It was really an extremely exciting first half, Chinese star Mackin scored a hat trick in the first half, and Liverpool was a guest at the Bernabeu, which absolutely surprised everyone to lead by a score of 4:1......"

Juander entered the dressing room early, frowning and pacing back and forth, the result of the first half broke him down, he felt that his days here could be counted down, and he wanted to scold the players as they came back one by one.

But this is Real Madrid, not the small club he used to stay in, he has to rein in his temper, and the idea of a back five floats in his mind again, and then it is extinguished in an instant.

This is really not a place to stay alone!

"In the second half, Marcelo replaced Gago, playing left midfield, Sneijder went to the middle to play midfielder", Juander could only arrange tactics step by step in the end, the first half was like this, there were always people to sacrifice, this time it was Gago who had no presence in the midfield.

Gago silently took off his sneakers and shin guards, not breaking the silence in the dressing room, and the Pampas Eagle, known as the new "Redondo", faintly folded his wings at the Bernabeu.

Calderon ran to the door of the locker room angrily, and wanted to kick open the door of the locker room if he wanted to raise his foot, but his foot hanging in mid-air couldn't kick it, and finally he put it down in vain, sighed, and turned away helplessly, his back was lonely.

This is a game that has affected the fate of too many people, especially for Real Madrid, which is currently in a sensitive period of re-election, maybe in the summer of three months, everything will be new, everything old will be swept into the trash, from the chairman to the players, everyone is full of unknowns about the future.

"Tonight, Prince Anfield is king at the Bernabeu, the time is forty minutes"

"Real Madrid's rout, half-time was spent, Liverpool shines in Europe"

Mark, the perfect combination of talent and art, the next Zidane? 》

As soon as the first half ended, the mainstream European football media couldn't wait to update the latest news of the game in their own online news positions, touting it to the fullest.

They weren't worried that Liverpool would be overturned in the second half, jokes, just Real Madrid's paper-based defense, not being scored four more in the second half is a success, do they think the Bernabeu will be the next Istanbul?

This game is the most exciting of all the games, there are topics, there are stories, there are stars, everything, if you don't report this game, do you want to go to see Mourinho put the bus again?

The Liverpool crowd walked out of the Bernabeu with a relaxed look and a smile in stark contrast to their seriousness an hour earlier.

On the other hand, the Real Madrid players who were full of confidence before the game all pouted as they walked out of the aisle because the second half was a difficult choice for them.

Glory or disgrace, death.

……

They themselves choose to be glorious.

"We saw that Real Madrid chose to make substitutions at the beginning of the second half, and Marcelo replaced Gago, who had an average performance in the first half, so should Sneijder play in midfield?" , Zhan Jun asked.

"It should be", Zhang Lu said, "In the second half, Real Madrid tried not to concede any more goals, and then they could get one or two back, so that the score would look better, I guess to turn the tables, hehe, the hope is very slim"

Proenka blew the whistle for the start of the game again, and the cheers of "Hala Madrid" rang out again in the stands, which were Real Madrid fans.

They will boo you when you are not doing well, and then encourage you when you should be doing well, and after that, you will struggle with this ice and fire.

Makqin followed the ball as in the first half, pressing towards Real Madrid's half, and he thought to himself that this Real Madrid fan is indeed difficult to serve, no wonder it is the best club of the 20th century.

After Sneijder arrived in the midfield, the advantage is that his body is better than Gago, and he can carry the ball in the face of Premier League-level defense and collision, not as embarrassed as Gago, but his running ability and range are a little inferior to Gago, in a word, the speed and frequency are slow.

Marcelo and Robben frequently pressed, and Ramos was not willing to be lonely, and at the beginning of the second half, Real Madrid showed a fierce attack to try to turn the tables.

The ice and snow that were almost blown away by the red wind in the first half have a tendency to coalesce, and the break of time always gives people a kind of self-comfort in their hearts, giving people a reason to start over.

However, the destined trajectory will not be changed by a counterpoint substitution that does not even change the formation, and Mackin still makes it difficult for Sneijder to get forward like Gago in the first half after the ball enters his own half.

"Real Madrid's attack improved in the second half, Marcelo on the left was very active, if you don't look at his defense, his dribbling and attacking are really characteristic", Zhan Jun said as he looked at Real Madrid's attack.

Before he could finish speaking, Marcelo received the ball from Diarra near the sideline in the corner of the penalty area, swayed directly inward, and then quickly flicked to the outside, dodged a well-placed cross, and directly crossed with his left foot.

He wasn't an evolved playmaker left-back and didn't have that much on his mind right now, so for him it was a success, but for Real Madrid it was the end.

How could the header rely on Real Madrid's two strikers to grab a point, but Liverpool's two central defenders each leaned on the Real Madrid striker, Reina attacked easily, picked off the ball, and then without thinking about it, a strong hand threw the ball to Makqin who moved to the left center.

If Markqin was dribbling with the ball, he might really let him catch up, but he saw Markin unloading the ball with his right foot with his back, followed by a half-turned left-footed overhead ball.

"Macqin, direct pass, hit behind Pepe, Torres", Zhan Jun immediately shouted, "Liverpool's counterattack is here again", because in the first ten minutes of the second half, the rhythm is really like Real Madrid's attack, and Liverpool counterattacks.

Torres followed the ball and went straight to the penalty area, Cannavaro quickly moved to the corner of the box, and Pepe was desperately chasing back.

"Torres, Torres, he's ready to cross Cannavaro, Pepe, vicious sliding tackle, he puts Torres, a free kick in the corner of the box"

Pepe, the warrior monk, is already out of control, and he and Cannavaro are like a colander in this match, and here at the Bernabeu, you can imagine the pressure on them.

"I tackle the ball, the ball, the ball ......", hearing Proenca's whistle, Pepe got up and rushed to him out of control, shouting at him in Portuguese mixed with Spanish, if it wasn't for the quick Cannavaro who quickly hugged him from behind, maybe he would have really put on a full martial arts.

"Oh, Pepe is a little out of control, he's shouting frantically at the referee, it's not a wise move, it's a foul, oh, yellow card, Pepe don't dwell on it anymore, if he gets red carded for being irrational, he's really going to be the sinner in this game"

"Shhhh......h

Most of the free-kicks on the edge of the penalty area are taken by him, which also symbolizes a status.

"Goaaaaal......, another, another, I just praised Real Madrid's performance in the second half, I can't help but praise it......", Zhan Jun shouted the English goal celebration slogan, otherwise it would not be enough to show his excitement.

Skrtel and Torres ran shoulder to shoulder to the sidelines, just now Skrtel rubbed the ball back from Mack Qin at the front point, Torres in the small penalty area was lucky to grab the second point, easily shook his head and hit the goal, and once again broke through the ten fingers of Injured Cassie.

"5:1, 5:1, my God, it's the Bernabeu, Liverpool have to score a lot of goals, they're crazy in this game," Peterson yelled in disbelief.

It depends on how bad Real Madrid's defense is, to be honest, Liverpool's offensive momentum in the second half is much more restrained than in the first half, but it can still score goals like this, who else can Real Madrid blame except themselves.

The Bernabeu fans have already started to leave the stadium early, and it has only been just around sixty minutes, which is almost nothing that happened in a Bernabeu game.

Juan de and Calderón have completely died, and the Real Madrid players are standing on the field in a daze, some with their hands on their hips, some speechless to look at the sky, and there are still thirty minutes to go.

When is this painful torment a head!

A goal reminds them of the whole of the first half, yes, all, that is the fear of falling into the abyss, the wail.

It's almost over, it's almost over, let's let the blade of destiny come to a complete end.

Attacking and defending, Real Madrid has no choice, which side is wrong, after the restart, Ramos angrily put down Kuyt from behind, and when Kuyt got up to confront him, he pushed him.

The soft-hearted Proenka only gave a yellow card, and he was really embarrassed to stab the bloody white wound again.

"Calm down, calm down, we've already lost, do we have to be ashamed?" Raul hugged Ramos and whispered in his ear.

The mentality of the Real Madrid players has completely collapsed with this goal!

It's just that the blade of destiny hasn't arrived yet, and they haven't gotten the final deliverance! Come on, give a good time!

So, the joy came as scheduled, as if the hand of fate pushed the black-haired boy to interpret the predestined, fate.

Zinane pinched the corners of his eyebrows, watching the teenager who had been staring off the field get the ball in front of his own penalty area again, but the score made him a little embarrassed.

Ramos, yellow card, Pepe, yellow card, Diarra, yellow card, Raul, yellow card, how does that make them defend?

The sword of Damocles on the right side of the big forbidden area finally fell, and there was a final end.

Mackin received the ball and shook from side to side, dodging Sneijder's leg that came over to break the ball, and then forward, Sneijder did not choose to foul, because this is the lethal area of Mackqin's free kick, which they had arranged before the game.

It's just that the painful first half hasn't taught them yet, and here he can threaten more than just free-kicks.

This area on the right side of the ribs of the forbidden area is destined to bear witness to the master of his time today.

He, here is like a fish in water, here, can soar freely, the right foot is flexible to flick, and a small smash dodges Marcelo's outstretched leg, and then the outside instep is dialed to Gerrard, who has already carried his back, and a slight knock is a small range of cooperation.

"Mark, he's at the back of the arc of the penalty area again", Peterson's voice was also anticipated, just like McManaman said, every time he got here, he would burst into a killing situation.

Torres' inward pull allowed Pepe and Cannavaro to complete a defensive switch, but this switch was a bit of a joke in Mackin's eyes, because the retreat gave him plenty of room to swing his legs.

The calf swings quickly, and the left foot arcs up like a fateful kick, like a free kick, around the defender's head and towards the far end.

The crowd was so dense that Casillas didn't see him swing his legs at all, and when he saw the ball flying from the tight crowd, he wanted to make a move again, it was too late.

He just kept the remedial stance, but didn't kick it out, just looked at the ball, like fate, around the defender, around him, the ball was not too fast, but the spin was sharp.

His eyes were fixed on the ball until it grazed the post and hit the side-netting inside the goal, and then it was all over!

He closed his eyes in pain, and even felt that his eyes were a little moist, and the whiteness of the whole stadium was not quiet, but dead silence, which was more sad than the sadness of the dead heart.

The battle song of the trumpet will never sound again, and the overture to the sinking is almost coming to an end.

Here, it's his, the Death Zone, the third of the seven weapons, the Death-Zone!

"Goaaaaaal......, GoalGoalGoal, Mark, Quadruple, there is the Bernabeu, Bernabeu ......", there is no suspense in the game, Peterson's passion is only for the dark-haired boy to burst out alone, and his skills are beyond imagination again and again.

There is only a red corner in the stands, but you can already see hands raised, bowing in worship, and if you go to Liverpool's bars, your eyes are full of arms rising into the air and then bowing down.

Among the fans of Real Madrid, there was sporadic applause, then a piece, and finally the whole stand, the entire stadium, and the applause was overwhelming!

This made the smiling Mack Qin sound Old Trafford, and the feeling of making the opponent applaud was so pleasant.

It's just that this is not enough, "buy him, buy him, buy him!" The chanting of 80,000 people in the entire stadium was shocking and at the same time stunned.

There were more than a dozen players from their team and the coaching staff, and in the chairman's box sat the chairman who was about to step down, and then, the whole audience shouted in unison to buy a player from the visiting team.

Oh, what kind of feelings this is, and what a humiliation it is for people who are now dressed in white!

Sammy Lee immediately realized that it was not good, and Mali's substitution of three in a row, Torres, Mack, Gerrard, and the front trident went down together!

This time the game is, really the end......