"It's okay, how we should play and how we play", the Liverpool players who walked back to their own half gathered together, and Mackin and Gerrard clapped and shouted.

This is not the first time they have fallen behind this season, although this is the Carabao Cup final, but the team that has experienced the championship and the trough is destined to mature, not to mention the increasingly mature Mack Qin in the midfield, they will not lack scoring opportunities.

He is strong, he is strong, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river.

"Shout for me, shout loud", Sam blushed and waved his arms thickly, "It's four minutes into the game, it's still early to end, they're one goal ahead now it's a fart"

"Ole, Ole, boom, boom, Liverpool, Liverpool", it is true that the red sound in the stands has not been reduced in the slightest because a goal has been scored, but has intensified.

This is an eternal guardianship.

Makqin once again stood behind the middle circle, not in a hurry, this season's various things, so that his temperament became more and more calm, only after experience, can he be calm.

This is his first full season, as the main player of the team and the main team of the national team, running around in various arenas, time flies, old things are like vines, he has had lows and highlights, just like this red team.

Once lost his pulse, and regained the glory he lost, the time came to the second half of the season, they did not have the scenery of last year, and Mackin did not block and kill the gods and Buddhas like last year, but this is just clouds and mist before the wind and rain.

One day, the east wind will rise, and the thunder will fall into the sky!

Sammy Lee and Hugh McAuray were unexpectedly surprised, and sat comfortably in the coach's seat again, the court was the strongest main lineup on their side, there was nothing to adjust, they could cope with it themselves.

Hugh McAuray looked at Mack Qin and thought to himself, boy, this is not the kind of friendly match of the Champions and Youth Cup, cheer up, don't mess up, and don't let me down.

What if you come across a fast sword, oh no, it's two fast swords? A smile appeared on the corner of Mackqin's mouth, then put the scabbard on you and wrap it around the vine.

In a football match, the midfield struggle, and the final competition is nothing more than a momentum, a rhythm that makes one's own side comfortable, and then a kind of suppression can be formed.

Even if it can be fast today, Mackin is not prepared to be fast, because speed is the momentum that Tottenham is pursuing, bang, this style of play, once you make a mistake, it is easy to repeat the scene just now.

After all, they press the attack, which will leave a large gap in the backfield, and the three people in the front of Tottenham can be said to be fast horses, especially like this rhythm.

"Don't rush forward, pour the ball more horizontally, slow down", after receiving the ball again, Mackin gently pushed Mascherano and shouted at his teammates behind.

In fact, most of it is said to Alonso, because this kind of slowness will make him very uncomfortable, but now that he is the core, when it is time to make a decision, he can't look ahead and backward, for fear of offending people.

If you want to do things, there is no one who cannot offend people, good people, it is difficult to achieve things, this is the lesson he learned from many years of management experience in his previous life, and the same applies here.

At any given time, the team can only have one brain, the so-called multi-core, but the coach makes the rhythm resonate, in short, the coach becomes the brain.

What is more obvious is the coexistence of Silva and Tintin in the later generations, their rhythm is actually not at the same point at all, but the bald man has pinched the team into a rhythm, and everyone depends on this rhythm.

But now Liverpool does not have this condition, Mackin has to stand up and give orders, which is a macro decision on the overall tactical play.

"Huh", Lineker asked, "Liverpool don't seem to be in a hurry at all, it looks slow"

Lennon tried to cut off Enrique's ball with his speed, but Enrique kicked it back to Agger and didn't rush forward, but took two steps back to assist the ball at the back.

Mack Qin has been the core of the midfield for almost a season, and his teammates have slowly figured out the trick of his cooperation, watching him slowly swing back and forth in the middle circle, but he is not ready to play the whirlwind.

Makqin followed Keane Jr., made a triangular pass, made the ball to Skrtel, and then got rid of Keane Jr., and received Skrtel's return ball.

A cross-kick before Jenas came up was handed to Alonso, midfielder, his area.

The entire Tottenham defence was as Radeknapp had arranged before the game, tightening the fence behind his own centre circle and pressing Liverpool's players with the ball.

However, Redknapp frowned on the sidelines, and Liverpool's reaction after conceding the ball was too flat, leaving him feeling a little confused.

In any case, they should have attacked more anxiously than the opening, and as a result, it was even slower than the opening tempo, has the Premier League ever had such a slow pace?

Alonso heard Mark's shouting and slowed down with him, and for Alonso, this season is also a new experience, because he has seen a midfielder who is not weaker than him.

Since his debut, he has been the core of the team, single-core, it can be said that the road is smooth sailing, no matter which coach is changed, he has to rely on his scheduling and passing in the midfield.

Suddenly, one day, the No. 18, who seemed to be a young player in his impression, suddenly rose to his side, defenseless.

The main reason is that he has risen too fast, as if as soon as he debuted, he embarked on the road to superstardom, except for the unborn genius, there are no words to describe him.

Last year, he played a double ten data when he was half a main player and half a substitute, and today he has just played a double ten data in the team just over half of the season, but this year the team has no results, and he is not as dazzling as last year.

But Alonso was deeply touched by his side, how could a seventeen-year-old boy have such a mature tactical thinking and overall vision, and be able to retract and release freely? , which he couldn't even do.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Alonso knows that he is really inferior to Mackin in terms of controlling the tempo, he is better at scheduling and passing, and he even thinks that Mackqin is a bit like Xavi, which is the core of Barcelona's team that is used to short passing.

Liverpool's style later this year has slowly become unrecognizable, as if a fencing master who is used to playing quickly suddenly realized one day, knows how to use footsteps, use dodge, and then look at the enemy's gap, and kill with one blow.

This is just Alonso's accumulated impressions this season, it was only a matter of a moment on the field, Mack Qin pretended to rush forward, and before Tottenham suddenly accelerated the pressing, tried to steal, received the ball and passed it directly over the top directly back to the back line, and then turned and ran back.

If there is a master who tries to explain everything with Chinese culture sitting on the rostrum, he will definitely rub his goatee and say: "Not bad, not bad, Tai Chi, slow to control fast, to static braking, not bad, not bad"

Mackin is not so neurotic, he only knows that you don't have the ball at your feet, and without a quick change of offensive and defensive rhythm, your speed can't be played, it's as simple as that.

More than ten minutes have passed in a blink of an eye, and Tottenham has grabbed the ball twice except for Liverpool's occasional mistakes, but Liverpool, who was quickly blocked, grabbed it back and didn't touch any ball at all.

Although Liverpool did not threaten the goal, Redknapp felt that it was not possible to go on like this, and he always felt that the thorn was in his back, and cold sweat broke out.

"Push, press," he shouted at the Tottenham midfielder, waving his hand and pointing forward, meaning not to let Liverpool possess the ball so leisurely.

"Bang", Mack, who retreated to outside the center circle of his side, passed the ball back to Reina with a big foot, allowing Keane Jr. and Bale to make a save.

He ran back again, Bell and Keane glanced to the sidelines, Redknapp shook his head, was he tempting us to press out?

You're behind, it's not us who are in a hurry, he stretched out his hand and waved his hand to convey instructions to the players on the field, if they don't attack, let them pass at the back.

Once again, the ball slowly passed through Liverpool's backfield, as if everything was the same as it had been fifteen or sixteen minutes ago.

But the soil that breeds danger is always normal, and the needle that breeds and kills is always hidden in the sleeve.

"Bang, bang, bang", Macqin's running rhythm seems to be a little faster, no, it's the passing rhythm, Mascherano and Alonso and the defenders behind him, it's his wall.

When the time came, Tottenham's pressing and movement had been slowed down by him, because they didn't know what Liverpool wanted to do, and they didn't know where to focus defending.

Mackin was also observing, but it wasn't so obvious, because he had a sense, and he was also looking for an opportunity to stab out in this lukewarm situation.

Woodgate and Dawson maintained their normal joint defensive positions, moving left and right with Liverpool's ball, which was conducive to offside.

Torres watched sideways as the ball fell to Cahill, who was pressing on him, and Bale was pressing towards him, but he didn't stop the ball and slammed it back to Mackin who was answering.

Then he started to start, trying to run against offside from the middle of Woodgate and Héctor, a diligent striker who could have run like that a dozen times in a game, all of them were ineffective.

But if you don't run, you'll never get a chance, and the striker has always been an opportunist.

The thorns stabbed out as promised, silently!

Mark ran up slowly, without even glancing ahead, most people just thought he was going to catch, transition, and run again.

The instep of the right foot rests on the calf and ankle and swings quickly with the power of the kick to the bottom of the ball, the new Wembley Stadium, the green field of 90,000 people looking around.

Immediately, a flying rainbow appeared, flying from the midfield line, and went straight to a running red figure, in front, with some spinning.

He, already close to the penalty area, fell at least two meters away from the entire Tottenham back line, and Cudicini attacked.

"Torres, anti-offside, one-handed ball ......", Lineker's abruptly raised tone is no longer so flat, "From Mark's sudden overhead pass, he is simply a midfield magician, the linesman did not raise the flag, it is a beautiful anti-offside"

The red-clad fans in the stands suddenly stood up en masse, waiting for the moment when the ball went into the net, the kind of ball that Torres was sure of.

No volleys, no picks, no pushes.

Torres just used his sprinting speed to flick the outside of his right foot past Cudicini who fell to the ground, and then all that was left was a gentle push and an empty goal!

"Goaaaaaal......," Lineker shouted, and though there was no foreshadowing, no warning, it came so suddenly, without feeling, with a fatal blow.

Sammy Lee and Hugh McAuray rushed out of the dugout side by side, arms raised and cheering, always believing that this moment would come sooner or later.

"Roar, ......", this time in the red of the stands, raised their arms and shouted in unison.

How can such a team, such a performance, not win.

"Eighty per cent of the credit for this goal goes to Mark's head, this pass is too hidden, too precise, too just right, Torres must be very happy, he has only been back for less than a month, and there are endless shells at his feet behind him, so that he can play to his heart's content......"

The Liverpool players happily ran to Torres' side, not screaming and yelling, as if they had expected an equaliser, and they walked together to the cameras on the sidelines, and then collectively lifted their shirts.

In the finals, the scene was spectacular.

This gentle knife killed not only Tottenham, but also the sky that has been hidden from the field for a long time......