Anfield, witness.

The seventeen-year-old Red Knight, who they had cultivated themselves, was in the stadium under the gaze of tens of thousands of people.

Crush the sunken hoarse and raise the fluttering flag.

Stumbling through thorns, moving forward in the shouts, leading the unyielding colors, trying to re-paint, the whole world.

They were not in the battalion, they were scarred.

But so what, from that determined look, you can see the enthusiasm of the battle, and the madness, the horn.

"Roar, ......", "Liverpool, Liverpool", the earth-shattering cheers echoed in the stands, they want to give the team in distress the greatest strength, and the hottest, enthusiasm.

"Nothing can beat you, as long as you are brave and move forward", the slogan that spanned the entire West Stand flew and fluttered.

They are composing an unyielding war song with their will.

The singing is loud and majestic.

Elmer's heart was stirring, this is the Premier League, this is Liverpool!

"Phew", he spat hard at the grass clippings choked in his mouth by Portsmouth left-back Belhaj.

"F**king dick," he scolded, propping himself up.

Belhaj was tackled off the touchline, and Elmer gasped and stepped back into position.

In his eyes at the moment, there is only the ball, only the defense.

"Boom ......", the stands erupted in warm cheers.

“NO，NO，NO”

"Mr. Referee, Mr. Taylor, my teammate's movements are very clean, his legs are against the turf, his foot tackles the ball, and the opponent is just brought down because of inertia", Mark Qin immediately ran to the referee's side and said quickly.

After more than ten minutes of trial and error, the game suddenly became fierce.

What Portsmouth are waiting for is the moment when they attack, attacking, defending, colliding, counter-attacking, and most of these games have a much the same tempo.

Anfield will defend the glory, and the enemy will take them.

Adam Sten ran out of the coaching area and shouted, "Hey, hey, it's a red card!" Look at my players."

"Fuck your mother's red card, which eye did you see the foul, it's the perfect defense", Hugh McAuray rejuvenated, grabbing Sammy Lee, who was trying to go up.

The old man chatted about juvenile madness.

"Hey, Mr. referee, that should be a red card", Crouch nearby ran over to press.

"Oh oh oh, the game went on for more than 20 minutes, and the smell of gunpowder became more and more intense, due to a vicious tackle by teenager Elmer on the sideline," Peterson explained the current situation.

"Stand out, back away", the referee saw that the players on both sides had a tendency to gather over, and waved his hand.

"Hey, Gary (Cahill), the guy who stopped us, Peter (Crouch), you're the old man here", Makqin shouted to Cahill and then to Crouch.

'There was restraint on both sides, we saw Cahill and Crouch holding off the players who were coming,' said Peterson.

The referee looked at Belhager, who was lying on the ground outside the stadium and holding his leg with his teeth bared and clenched his teeth, and waved his hand to let the team heal his injuries first.

Portsmouth captain Disin walked over at this point, and the referee waved Elmer over.

"Mr. Taylor, I trust your eyes, Elmer is a good lad, he will never act in a malicious way," said Mack.

"Look at our players," Distin said, pointing to the sidelines.

"It was an accident, you are also an old man in the Premier League, you should know the normal collision on the field......"

Taylor reached out to stop their argument, pulled out a yellow card from the back of his butt and showed it to Elmer, saying, "Pay attention to the magnitude of your movements, if it wasn't for you rushing to the ball, this time it's a red card"

Mark Qin breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and patted Elmer, and walked back with his arms around him, "Good job, but relax, I don't want us to fight alone"

……

Belhager is a small man, relatively fast, just a hard injury, after being treated, back on the field.

After the tidbits just now, the game continued, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became warm, and goals and fouls can stimulate the enthusiasm of the players on the field.

"Portsmouth's cross just now was a little bit big, it was got by Aurelio, Liela took the ball on the side and turned, Pamahat, Lucas, Liela swooped forward, Lucas turned and gave it to Mark", Liverpool put in the attack again after winning the ball.

Lucas has also started more games this season, whether it is with Alonso or Mack, the support work is quite good, and he never has more possession.

Diaby and Simon Davies take turns following Mackqin, both of whom are Liverpool's attacking engines, and now teams are paying more and more attention to this European golden boy.

'Mark pressed up with the ball, Kuyt came to meet him and Voronin pulled out of the box,' Peterson explained.

After ten minutes of probing, Portsmouth defended tightly, after all, it was the team that won the FA Cup last year, and now the league table is also above them.

Without two brushes, you can't get this result.

Their counter-attack was quite swift just now, and after Kuyt's breakaway pass down the flank, Belhager quickly intervened, which forced Elmer to foul and stop.

It's a pity that the two big long-range shooters are not there, and the strength of Macqin and Lucas is only a threat on the edge of the big penalty area, but now that area is blocked by the opponent's three backs.

His mind was racing to find as much inspiration as possible from the many games he had watched in his previous life, and sometimes it was harder to break through the dense defense of a mid-to-lower team than to play a strong team.

Liela watched the ball pass on the periphery, and according to the tactical arrangement of recent training, he cut from the ribs to the penalty area, and his physical fitness, if it were not for the habit of playing, the center forward would be more than enough.

The ball was transmitted to the right, and Makqin received a pass from Kuyt with his back to him, noticed the scene, and curled a ball directly down the right middle before Diop came up.

"Mark catches the ball and goes straight to the ......," said Peterson, who had not used this kind of direct long pass in this game.

The ball "swished" into the big penalty area, and then circled an arc from the small penalty area, falling sharply, straight to the back point.

"Liela and Caboul fight for the top, Leela heads the goal, oh, the ball is high"

"Oh ......", as the ball flew off the crossbar, there was a loud sigh in the stands.

"Look at him, watch him, don't let him pass the ball casually", England international James was shocked into a cold sweat by the ball that grazed the crossbar, and ran forward when he landed and shouted loudly for his midfield.

He and Mackin are teammates in the national team, but they know too well that this kid is very good at passing, and he is now the assist king of England in the qualifiers, and also the assist king of the entire European qualifiers.

So when Mackin got the ball in this area again, Diop immediately pounced and no longer held his area firmly.

"Liverpool's attack pressed again, the ball was controlled in the middle, and it was passed again to Mark who ran to the right"

I saw that Mackin buckled his right foot, shook Diop, who was too violent, and took advantage of his center of gravity not to turn, and erased it horizontally to the middle, and Diarra was ready for it.

It's just that he didn't continue to move forward, it was easy to break the ball and be counterattacked, he looked at Voronin with his back outside the small penalty area, and gently rubbed the ball in a straight line, straight to the top of his head.

Voronin leaned back against Distin, followed the incoming ball, and rubbed directly on the top of his head.

"Voronin, header back to the goal, oh, it's dangerous, the ball changed direction, James made a meritorious service, a side pounce, held the goal", Pietersen's commentary was obviously active.

In just three or four minutes, Liverpool created two very dangerous attacks.

'Mark changed his tactics, he was very direct when he got to the danger zone, and he almost got an assist on both occasions, so Portsmouth needs to pay attention, Mark must be careful,' said Peterson, who is now familiar with Mack's style.

McManaman said: "Now it should be him who takes the initiative to change, Portsmouth money has been very solid in defense for 20 minutes, knowing that Liverpool is now average forwards, compressing space directly in the backfield, Liverpool was empty possession before, there is no threat, these two times are different"

"I think having a team brain like Mark is the happiness of every manager"

Sammy Lee is indeed very happy, because the team now has two brains, which can be used in turns, and when they play together, they are more powerful, and he has no good way to break the dense defense, and everything is left to Mark.

The last sentence, of course, was what Hugh McAuray told him.

Traore got the ball saved by James, and this time Liverpool did not retreat, and directly launched a front-court counter-attack, which is the momentum and continuity of the attack.

Traore saw Voronin and Kuyt kill him directly, he didn't think about it, he just kicked a big foot, he didn't know where to play, anyway, it was the front.

Bruno easily sandwiched back and forth with Agger and pushed the ball back, and Mackin retreated to get the ball at all, and the attack began again.

Everything has inertia, everything is like this, and Makqin played these two through passes to make Portsmouth's small penalty area tense.

He waved his hand forward, drove Kuyt, who wanted to come back, and let him head into the box, then pushed the ball to the right and gave a precursor, "Press up, Elmer"

He's going to get serious!

Elmer's continuous dribbling of the ball caught Portsmouth off guard, Belhager quickly ran out of the box to block, Diop looked at Mack Qin who was ready to respond.

"To Bruno," Makqin shouted as he pointed back, then turned around and ran down the middle.

Bruno dodged Utaka and fed a short ball back to the running Mackin in the middle of Diop and Diaby's defensive nexus.

He glanced at the penalty area, where Lila, Voronin, and Kuyt all wrestled with their respective opponents in the penalty area.

Without hesitation, the left foot is pumped at the bottom of the ball, the outside instep, yes, it is pumped.

"Mark, ...... shot," Peterson yelled, "Hey, that's crooked!" No, it's a passing ......."

Everyone thought it was a shot or a through ball, but the ball went straight around an outside arc and went straight to the left of Liverpool and the right sideline of Portsmouth.

Aurelio just runs according to the tactics, whether the ball can come over or not, is not something he can decide.

But this time, the ball came for him, and a gust of red wind whizzed across the entire Portsmouth back line.

"It was Aurelio, chest cushion, straight into the box from the sideline, good chance for Liverpool, Mark unpredictable pass", Peterson really yelled this time.

"Luca, Jean!" , Makqin, who was quickly inserted, yelled at Lucas, who turned and leaned against Diaby, allowing the ball that Aurelio had directly cushioned to fly past his face.

Mark Qin at the top of the arc of the big forbidden area rushed to the scene.

The heart is vast, even Guangyu, in a silent place, listen to the thunder!

"Boom ......", the audience is boiling, thousands of arms are like worshipping in the air, and thousands of roars are like desert sandstorms!

“Goaaaaaal… al……”

"Mark, Mark, incomparable, wonderful, hat a F**King Goaaaal......", Peterson roared frantically from the commentary seat.

No one could describe what kind of spirituality it was at that time, they just saw their young captain, leaping up, his body rolling on his side, his left leg thudding like a whip, and slamming it on the ball.

One sound, nine heavens, one kick, thunder! , and then the wind and clouds change color!

“Goaaaaaal… Al......, Mark! , volley side pump! Volley...... Side pumping! McManaman also yelled, "His left leg must be insured, a huge amount of insurance!" ”

"Roar ......", the landing Mackin looked at the ball like a white light, and crashed directly into the net from the hand where James had no time to react, got up excitedly, ran to the sidelines, roared and knelt!

Revealing the hideous green tendons, revealing the commander's Jin Ge spear......