It's a breezy April in early spring, and the Anfield singing at night is shaking the sky, and there's a Champions League battle going on here.

The gates of hell guarded by Liverpool have officially opened, revealing bloody fangs, ready to choose people to devour!

"Torres received a wonderful pass from Mark and opened the scoring for Liverpool..."

The Spanish narrator on the TV raps as fast as a popping bean, and doesn't even need to breathe.

Zidane touched his bald head, quite surprised.

The offense was not complicated, but Macqin's resolute forward insertion and clever through plug this time still lit up in his eyes.

Why didn't he get forward in the defense zone of Hleb and Diaby? Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity to fall in the backfield and quietly ran to the defense area of Xiaofa and Flamini?

It's like a water drill jumping up in warm water, straight into the hinterland, fast and direct.

"F**K", Wenger muttered to himself, even if he is angry, he will not scold, this is already his limit.

Walking quickly to the sidelines, he rarely reprimanded the players on the field loudly, "Tight, don't let them take the ball casually, don't let them pass the ball at will in front of the penalty area, press!" ”

"Do you want to go back to London after the first ten minutes?"

Cesc Fabregas and Flamini crossed their backs as they watched the Liverpool players celebrating wildly, a little depressed.

They all regretted that if I had just fouled or tackled at the time, I probably wouldn't have conceded so quickly.

They have a flashy style of play, and they raise their defense to be flashy, or rather gentlemen, because they are used to the ball being controlled at their feet most of the time.

Liverpool's non-possession style of play has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even against weak teams, it is rare to see their possession rate exceed 60%, and 50% is already the limit.

Because they have too many mid-to-long passes, and they pursue speed and efficiency, when Alonso is there, they just impact and then continue to impact.

So much so that when Macqin suddenly broke through directly from the middle with the ball like their style of play, they were unprepared!

Substitution is like changing a knife!

"Tofu, that foot just passed well"

"Call me tofu again, I'm in a hurry with you..."

"Haha, who made you so white"

The Liverpool players swarmed back and they got off to a perfect start, joking with ease.

Benitez smiled and applauded on the sidelines, glad that he also had a time of great luck, and Makqin would come out of his hands wherever he went.

is good at discovering and using young people, which is the golden sign of many famous handsomes when they go to dig demons.

The angry professor next to him didn't know how many young talents he had abducted with this.

'Arsenal were passive from the start, but there was still a lot of time and it only took one goal for them to come back from the deficit,' said Peterson as he celebrated.

"The defensive lineup that Wenger put out today doesn't seem to work, what do you say, McKa"

McManaman nodded and said: "The reason why Wenger arranged it this way is that they are away, and the other is that their central defenders have made too many mistakes recently, and they are still doing this today, in fact, I think this is a stupid trick"

"Oh?" , Peterson asked, "How do you say that?"

"They play three central defenders, the system is not mature at all, there is one less person in the front, the pressure on Liverpool will naturally become less, and the pressure at the back will be greater"

"What you mean is that if they play well offensively, it will also reduce the chances of defenders making mistakes," Peterson said.

'Yes, the level of their back line is here, and the best way to defend is not to put them under pressure.

After the restart, Arsenal rushed into attack under the pressure of elimination.

Liverpool pressed from the midfield, with Mackin and Lucas filling in at centre-back.

'Mark, he tackled Flamini, Diaby, protected the ball and gave it to Klich on the wing, Gerrard was following him, Cesc Fabregas ......"

Mackin was mainly focused on Flamini, who had no wing-backs, allowing Liverpool's two full-backs to flex boldly to protect the box.

Hleb interspersed the left and right flanks, with Cesc Fabregas in charge of the final pass in the midfield area and Mascherano in charge.

'Cesc Fabregas, good ......', exclaimed Peterson.

Just now Klich gave the ball to Cesc Fabregas, who came to pick it up, in the same position as Mackqin, but on the left.

He received the ball and turned around, and while Mascherano was close to him, he directly made a direct pass to the ground in the penalty area.

Adebayo got off to a quick start......

"Reina, he's out, Bam Adebayo, one-on-one, Reyna tackles, he saved Liverpool, oh no, offside......", these few kicks kept Peterson busy enough.

Arsenal's passing speed is really too fast.

Fabregas's pass just now, Mackin really admired, it can be called a scalpel.

Carragher had already fallen to the ground to tackle the ball, but the ball still grazed his feet and slid into the box, which Adebayo would have been dangerous if he hadn't run two steps earlier.

Scalpel VS Scalpel!

"Very similar offense!" McManaman said, "Cesc Fabregas responded, he probably doesn't want to let Mark who is three years younger than him go down, this is probably the two best midfielders in the next decade, and they will have to fight it tonight"

Cesc Fabregas walked back with a straight face and did not smile, even in the face of Manchester United and Cristiano Ronaldo, he did not have this expression, it felt like being defeated by an opponent with his own tricks!

Uncomfortable! Nest fire!

"Javier (Mascherano), don't let him face the back line so easily and resist him", Carragher got up and exchanged defence with Mascherano.

He also didn't get used to it for a while, forgetting that there were two midfielders today, and Lucas would naturally fill him up when he pushed out.

He was still in front of the back line as he was used to, and by the time he could react and run past, Cesc Fabregas had already passed the ball.

"Got it", he gave Reyna a thumbs up, thanking him for making up for his mistake in time.

"Take your time, don't worry", Makqin clapped his face and shouted, this kind of tacit understanding in the midfield was still exposed, and he could only make as few mistakes as possible.

Reyna drove the ball to Arbeloa, and Mackin hurried over to answer it, he feigned to catch the ball, turned around, and turned around to wipe over Fabregas.

"Toot", pull people foul.

'Fabregas had a direct conversation with Mark, he obviously stepped up defensively,' said Peterson.

"Get out, clown who pulls people", the stands are not as civilized as the Emirates Stadium, and they scolded directly.

As soon as the game started, Cesc Fabregas didn't make much of a move, so the referee didn't take out the card, but just warned him.

Mackin didn't dwell on it, put the ball on the ground and passed it to Lucas's protector, and then quickly ran to the front.

"Liverpool immediately went into attack, Lucas received the ball and crossed it to Arbeloa, who was on the line", the two full-backs were the fulcrum of Liverpool's attack.

Cesc Fabregas went back to press Arbeloa, Mackin had already gone up, he didn't dare to let the midfielder fill him again, did he make the same mistake twice?

Arbelloa gave a straight push to Gerrard in front of him.

"Captain", with a shout from the side, Gerrard buckled his left foot with his back, turned around and pushed away the close-fitting Chrissy and rushed forward along the right side!

He had just run two steps and the ball was comfortable in front of him, allowing him to sprint with all his might.

He just loved the feeling of running.

Fly like a feeling.

Fly.

"Oh......, Senderos, a vicious foul, he tackles Gerrard, who is already up to speed"

"Toot, toot, toot......", the referee hurriedly blew the whistle and quickly ran over.

"F**K, do you fucking want to die? This is Anfield, not a place for you to go wild", Mackin glared at Sendros, who had just gotten up.

He's a head shorter, damn, you have to do it!

"Bald Donkey", "Trash", "F**K", "I'll go down and shovel you to death in a moment!" The stands next to it immediately boiled.

"Toot ......", nearby Arsenal and Liverpool players also rushed over, and the linesman intervened between him and Sendros in time to stop a possible clash.

The referee then ran to the scene of the incident, held up a yellow card aloft and waved for the players of both teams to disperse.

"No. 18, don't make trouble, disperse quickly," he said to Mack.

"Mr. Referee, shouldn't this vicious foul be a red card?" , Mack Qin asked.

The referee shook his head, gestured for a direct free-kick, and said: "Don't question my scale"

Mark's eyes couldn't be changed and he hurriedly ran over to see Gerald, but fortunately, he just tripped in the middle of a high-speed run, not a shovel, rolled twice, and it was nothing big after unloading the forward momentum.

Tightened his sneakers on the ground and stood up, and Makqin looked at it and said to himself, Captain, you are too realistic...... bar.

The free kick is two meters away in the corner of the big penalty area, whoever comes and shoots directly is enough to choke, Mackin and Gerrard discussed it, or Mackin came to penalize, and his sense of presence was too low to grab the header.

"Liverpool's free-kick, Mark came to take the penalty, we see Skrtel and Carragher have gone up"

Mackin glanced twice into the penalty area, and with the referee's whistle, the inside of his right foot "bang" shoveled on the lower part of the ball, and the ball went around an obvious arc, like a cross, straight to the small penalty area.

"Skrtel, header ......"

In the box, Skrtel jumped high and pressed Toure for a header on the back of the net.

But when he was grabbing the position just now, he rushed forward a little too far, and both he and Toure leaned back a little.

This was enough, the strength was not used enough, and the angle was still a little positive, and it was confiscated by Almunia with both hands.

"Oh, it's right, Skrtel is very good at grabbing, Almunia, counterattack, Arsenal's counter-attack ......", Pietersen shouted before he had time to regret it.

Almunia tossed the ball and sent it to Hleb on the flank of midfield, and Mascherano, who remained at the back, hurried over to press his dribbling space.

Later, Enrique also chased back frantically, he was waiting for the ball to be cleared outside the penalty area just now, ready to attack twice, but he didn't expect Almunia to throw the ball behind him with a hand.

"Hleb, Hleb, he's very fast......"

"Mascherano is blocking his inward route and Liverpool are coming back very quickly......"

From the sky above the court, I saw a red tide chasing a few small white dots running at a high speed.

'Enrique is back, Hleb is in the corner of the box, Mascherano seals it'

When Hleb reached the corner of the penalty area, he made a sharp stop, shaking both Mascherano and Enrique on the side.

By this point, Bam Adebayo had already inserted himself into the box, Cesc Fabregas was at the top of the box, and Arbeloa and the returning Carragher were defending them.

"Look at Diaby...", Makqin shouted as he ran.

He went too far back, and watched Diaby rush into the penalty area with his long legs, followed by Lucas, who couldn't catch up with him.

Hleb pulled the ball back and nudged it along the line of the box, and Diaby took it in a big stride.

Carragher quickly gave up Cesc Fabregas at the top of the penalty area and ran frantically to block it.

But it was still too late, Diaby picked up his thighs and shot directly!

The ball hit Reina's calf with a thud and bounced into the net at the near post.

Fast Reyna didn't react at all!

“Goal… al… Al, Arsenal, lethal counter-attack, too fast, Liverpool simply didn't have time to organise the defence", Peterson shouted.

"1-1, the two sides are back on the same running line, the game has just been played for 13 minutes, will it be a goal shootout?"

Mark Qin ran to the outside of the penalty area and stopped helplessly......