The feud between the two teams does not need to be repeated too much, at this moment, their encounter is destined to have only one way to go, the winner lives, and the loser dies!

In the 16 years since the establishment of the Premier League, this pair of fateful enemies has never been as fateful as today.

It's a season battle that no one can afford to lose!

Since three days ago, the whole of England has been talking about this game, waiting for this fierce and even tragic collision, even if there is also Chelsea vs Arsenal in this round.

But there is a world away from last time, with eight rounds of league games remaining, the title race is becoming clear, and what fans want to see most is whether Liverpool will come out on top or Manchester United will return to the throne.

"Goal~~, Ronaldo, Ronaldo, he killed Liverpool, in this battle of King Mountain, Manchester United had the last laugh, and all Liverpool's previous efforts came to naught!"

"Three defeats in a row! Since Liverpool lost the title race at Old Trafford, they have lost three games in a row and lost all their previous hopes"

"Woo ......", countless Red Army fans hid their faces and cried in the rain, and there was a death-like silence after a huge loss~

"Garbage, waste~", "You will always be ridden on our heads......", "Haha, son of a bitch, go back to your turf ......", one by one, roared at him with a hideous roar.

No, I'm not, I won't lose~, he shouted madly at those faces......

"No~", Mark sat up diligently, his heart beating rapidly, and he couldn't stop panting.

It was pitch black in the room, and he was stunned for a while before he suppressed the feeling of palpitations.

Hell, he's pulling his hair and getting nervous?

"Hmm~", Isabella moved her body, Shanshan sat up, she pulled her hair, looked at him sleepily, and asked, "What's wrong with you, dear"

He rubbed his face vigorously, exhaled deeply, "Whew", and turned on the bedside lamp casually.

"Are you having nightmares?" Shielding herself from the light, she leaned over to him and held him out.

"It's okay, honey, you've been stressed out lately," she said, rubbing his head.

In the past few days, he has clearly felt that his smile has become less, and he looks preoccupied.

"Issa~", he asked softly, "I dreamed that we lost, and a lot of fans were accusing us~, you say, will we really lose?" ”

Holding his head to her chest, she rubbed her face against his earlobe more gently, "Mark, you're going to win, you're going to win."

The pressure came silently, penetrating into his heart from all corners around him.

More than 200 countries around the world will broadcast this key battle live, and hundreds of media will follow and report on it.

Turn on the TV, all the celebrities are commenting, predicting, going out to do something, and some fans will laugh and say to him: "Mark, kill Ronaldo, kill Manchester United~"

Now they are the leaders, and the situation is not the same as the last time the Double Red Society, this time they have to protect!

Not only him, but all the people in Melwood have a lot of solemnity on their faces, and the heavy hopes and ardent expectations of the past ten years are now completely pressed on their shoulders.

You can touch it, you can see it.

Isabella cupped his face, looked at his eyes gently, and said softly: "Honey, listen, forget the media, forget the fans, you just need to remember that you are the best on the field, and I will always love you~"

He hugged Isabella softly, as if she was coming out of the nightmare, "Thanks, baby, I'm better"

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and at the same time poured out a sense of pity, why do men like to carry so much pressure? That's true for Dad, and now he's ......

"Love me, dear, love me~", she kissed him on the cheek, lips......

As his breathing grew heavier, he held on to her smooth back, expertly climbed the mountain, and kissed her fiercely.

"Ah~", a beautiful moan echoed in my ears~

……

By the time he reached Melwood, the sun was already shining warm, one of the few times he hadn't arrived early.

"Mark, Mark, say something", a bunch of reporters stopped his car at the door, and the security guards at the door were quickly running over to clear the way for him.

He was so relieved that he completely forgot about the game and just wanted everyone to see the best of himself!

"Let's use a popular lyric," he said, rolling down the window and smiling confidently.

"The old king is dying, but the new king is alive!"

"That's a great point," exclaimed a male reporter holding a microphone with the Echo logo.

'Sir Alex Ferguson says they're going to win at Old Trafford,' said another reporter.

"I said he must not," he said with a wicked smile, "who do you believe?" ”

"Uh......"

"Haha, let's wait for the show at night", said and closed the window and entered Melwood.

The game is scheduled for 9:30 tonight, and they only have warm-up training today, not formal training, and they have to save their best fitness for the evening.

It's a game where the club has to prepare every detail from top to bottom, the players' equipment, their physical condition, their mental condition, the situation on the pitch, everything can't go wrong.

The timing is accurate to the minute!

It's around 10 a.m., and by 12 a.m. they'll be warming up at the training ground with the assistant coach.

At 12 o'clock, go to Melwood Restaurant for a specially arranged, well-matched, and incomparably sumptuous lunch.

Because you can't eat too much dinner in the evening, you will get tired easily when you eat too much dinner.

Therefore, this lunch is the most important meal for them today, and they must be full and eat well, otherwise they will not be able to support such a large physical exertion at night.

After lunch, they took a walk and rested, and at around 2pm, they left for Manchester to get used to the venue in advance.

In this kind of competition, the home team will use every opportunity at their disposal to create obstacles for the visiting team, and working on the field is the most common, such as sprinkling more water or deliberately changing the turf.

Manchester United must have adapted to training in the past few days, and if they don't adapt well in advance, the game will suffer.

After acclimatizing to the venue, they will go to the club's pre-arranged hotel for dinner, take a nap, and recharge their batteries, whether they can fall asleep or not.

At 7pm, they will be ready to travel to Old Trafford again to prepare for the game.

The team's tactical drills and meetings were completed two days ago, they were going to play four five one this time, right and asymmetrical four five one, after the lesson of the last double red meeting, Benitez finally changed the formation this time.

He believes that Manchester United will not be too aggressive, they can't afford to lose this game either, and if they are pulled away by Liverpool by six points, they will basically lose hope and the breath in their hearts will be discharged.

Don't look at the old man Ferguson's Huan, Bei Bald doesn't believe that he dares to attack unscrupulously, and the grasp of the opportunity by the two teams in this game will determine the final victory.

"Jamie (Carragher), you have participated in the most double red meetings, let's talk about your experience", after the meal, Mack Qin and the others chatted on the court while strolling around.

The vice-president is 30 years old this year and has played as a regular for Liverpool for ten years, first at right-back and then at centre-back.

"You have to have a strong and fearless heart in this kind of competition", he said, "I've talked to a lot of people with Steven in the past two days, and now I'm going to talk to a few of you."

Mackin and Lucas looked at each other, and Gerrard continued: "Everyone has pressure in their hearts now, and we have it in our hearts, but don't be afraid, because Manchester United are under more pressure than we are"

"They're more afraid of losing than we are, and we're ahead of them," Carragher said.

'I remember when I first played at centre-back,' he recalls, 'it was one of the most painful games I can remember, at Anfield we scored two own goals against Manchester United and it was a disastrous moment', sighing.

Gerrard nodded, he remembered the game well.

"I didn't know how I got here for a while," he said laughing to himself, "every time I went out on the street, every time I went to Melwood, I felt like everyone was looking at me in a strange way, and lo and behold, this is that 'traitor', is he our defender or the opposing striker?" ”

"And how did you ...... in the end," Lucas asked.

Carragher put his hands in his pockets, looked at the trees outside the wall, and said with a sigh: "I tell myself, everyone can make mistakes, but this is not a reason for you to slump and continue to make mistakes, only cowards do that, am I a coward?" I asked myself, of course not"

"So look," he said, spreading his hands, "a lot of Premier League strikers are afraid of me now because I'm harder, harder, braver, more fierce than them"

"I remember one time two years ago you shoveled a Manchester United kid and cried, what was it called?" , Gerald pinched his head and said with a smile.

"I forgot too, it seems to be Fu Qiong?" Carragher also smiled and said, "Momentum, guys, we have to fight for every ball on the field and defend our territory"

"I'm so much better to hear that you've been so embarrassed, and I've been a little nervous for the past two days," Makqin joked.

"Haha", Gerald patted him on the shoulder, "You're the youngest fighter ever in the history of the Double Red Society, don't worry, it's me and Jamie on top."

"Old Trafford is much bigger than Anfidel, I hate to admit it, but the atmosphere inside is really uncomfortable, they make no worse noise than Anfield, you're all going to Old Trafford for the first time, don't be scared, you know, boys," Carragher said.

"Fuck it," Lucas said excitedly.

"That's right, fuck it", Gerald patted him on the shoulder, "You're going to be a good Red sooner or later"

This is the first time he was nervous before the game, and Ma Qin thought in his heart that he still needed to rely on Isabella and the captains to relieve his pressure, and the others were also nervous, but they had seen a lot, so they naturally had their own way of dealing with it, which was the benefit of the old guys in the team.

A large part of Arsenal's weakness in the sprint was due to the fact that veterans such as Pire, Ljungberg and Vieira were cleared too quickly, and the young players were cleared before they could stand up their backs.

"Assemble, get ready to go," shouted Sammy Lee in the distance in front of the office building.

Mackin raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was almost two o'clock, so they trotted over. The equipment and everything were packed in advance, changed clothes, gathered together, and got in the car and set off.

Take the M62 motorway and get to Manchester in about an hour, and as soon as you get out of the Merwood gate, they are surrounded by all kinds of vehicles.

The fans' cars are still secondary, mainly all kinds of broadcast vehicles, as well as the Liverpool City Council's police force to open the road, this kind of game, there are not too few fans who want to destroy halfway, and a traffic accident can block Liverpool on the highway.

They'll come up with all sorts of unbelievable ways to influence your form, don't doubt the madness of the fans here, the last time Manchester United came over, they were all the way to the police.

The fans on both sides were not far behind, and Mackin opened the curtains on the seats of the bus, and when he turned his head, he saw Sam and the others holding flags and standing on the roof of the bus, shouting loudly......

Thank you Zyyss for the tip.