The sky blue waves are pervasive, the jumps are indeed red notes, and Liverpool leads 1:0!

Spalletti clenched his fist excitedly, he bought Vucinic because Liverpool's left wing has always been a weakness, and since Benayoun's departure, this position has been replaced.

Vucinic's opportunistic winger is both in line with his tactical philosophy and able to fill the gap on Liverpool's left flank, which is the way he wants to play.

Weapons and Gerrard were interspersed in the ribs, the two full-backs were in action at a 45-degree angle, Kuyt was up and down, Markqin was free to deploy, and Lucas was in the back.

Only Mascherano, he is a little uncertain, he prefers De Rossi's offensive and defensive role, Mascherano is so bad at attacking, he once wanted to let Gerrard play this position, but then he felt a bit wasted.

"Keita, Keita, keep up with Mark", Mancini's shout from the sidelines pulled Spalletti's thoughts back, and he put down his thoughts and looked back at the field.

Things have to come step by step, and there is no hurry.

"Mark is taking a walk, it's really rare," said Peterson excitedly, as if he had discovered a new world.

Because after the restart, West Ham United attacked, except for Mack Qin who stayed in the center circle, everyone else retreated, and he did not go to the position everywhere like when he played in midfield.

"Maybe it's the coach's intention, but when we look at the previous games, Mark is still very motivated defensively," McManaman said.

West Ham's attack relied on the individual ability of the front trident, with D'Agostino in charge of the direction and Norbor waiting for the opportunity to plug in, and the shouts and cheers of Upton Park were lively again as they attacked.

Today, Liverpool's right-back is Cesar Azpilicueta, Carragher and Cahill partner in central defence, Azpilicueta was as stable as a Chelsea player in his previous life, not because of how good his assist ability was, but because of stability, yes, you can hardly see him make mistakes, and the rate of filling is extremely high.

Nicknamed the 'Man of Crosses' in attack, he is an almost traditional full-back who defends more than he attacks, but does a particularly good job.

Spalletti asked him to start because this 21-year-old boy will kick the ball like a veteran in his 30s and be fast, and that's enough.

"Oh ......", there was a sigh from the stands, and Tevez cooperated with successive hits against the wall, and stuffed a straight kick, and Maxwell, who turned back, took the first step to clear the ball out of the bottom line before Balotelli.

Corner kick.

"Look at people, look at people", Carragher pushed Upson, took the first step to push the ball out of the big penalty area, the horse at the top of the arc of the big penalty area just turned around and wanted to continue to clear, when he saw Keita running up and smothering directly on the falling ball.

"Bang", "bang", the ball didn't hit the back of the horse, and hit Cahill directly in the chest as he ran out, almost missing his back.

'Keita, ...... long shot, blocked', said Petersen, 'the ball bounced out, Mascherano, big foot, ball flew to the touchline, Mark, nice stop, it was art'

Makqin in the center forward position naturally had to scramble for the ball that came down, he was the axis, but also the fulcrum, and the left-back Forberg who dragged the corner kick followed him firmly.

I saw that he pushed Forberg with his left hand on the sideline, and directly unloaded the ball at his feet with the outside of his right foot, and a third of the ball was even out of the sideline, which shows how timely the ball stopped.

Mancini was not far from him, "Stick to him, stick to him, don't let him get the ball", as if calling in Forberg's ear, and if he was a teenager, he would have liked to go up and kick himself.

Folberg naturally knew that he couldn't let Mack get the ball and wait for his team-mates to support him, so their counter-attack came, Mancini was next to him, and he didn't want to be sold like many of his team-mates in the summer, so he needed to work harder.

So he bullied forward, and he was ready to stretch his leg from behind to poke the ball out of the bottom line, but as soon as he stretched it, he regretted it, and Mancini was next to him and wanted to shoot him to death!

I saw that Mark Qin hooked the ball with the outside of his right foot, and then turned around and sent it away, and the ball obediently passed through Forberg's file, and then left the two people on the sidelines with a galloping back.

"Mark, wear the crotch, Folberg can't stop him at all", Peterson began to get excited, "...... boo", and the West Ham fans on the sidelines gave him tons of boos.

Crotch piercing is one of the most humiliating ways to pass on the court, but it is very effective, but it can not be used very well, because it requires a high degree of timing and anticipation.

I don't know when that crotch piercer will come to Anfield!

After Folberg, Mark took the ball directly to the opponent's half, and the tide of blue and red entanglement roared, and ran from one side of the penalty area to the other side of the penalty area.

'Mark burst in with the ball, good chance for Liverpool to counter-attack, Kuyt and weapons in a frantic advance', Peterson shouted, 'Mark starts to cut inside, Keita comes up in pursuit, Mark, pass'

Mancini clenched his fists nervously and stared firmly at the pitch, they have conceded too many goals in these games, and he himself has been criticized by the media, but it has nothing to do with his system, it is just a matter of the ability of the defenders, he has always thought so.

Perhaps, but Mackin didn't have time to think about it for him right now.

Feeding the ball to Kuyt, who was cut in from behind, he ran straight past Keita to the top of the box, "Dirk", he shouted pointing at his feet.

When the ball arrives, he is the conductor on the field.

The beautiful notes began to play, and the wonderful and unique interpretation of the world was deduced, the ball under his feet was his baton, and his feet danced like elves, unpredictable.

Nobor, who had just returned to the central defender position to fill in the position, saw Makqin's left leg, and subconsciously took two big steps back, because Vucinic rushed past him in the wind, and the first ball was Vucinic's back insertion, and he subconsciously wanted to defend.

"Mark, he got to the top of the arc of the penalty area, crossed, no, it was a smash, he didn't give a weapon, here Kuyt and Gerrard came up, Liverpool had a good chance......"

A light smash shook off centre-back Tomkins who had run all the way back, and the ball came to a halt at his feet, like the music was about to enter the next chapter.

He kept his head up, and his eyes began to focus on Kuyt and Gerrard, swinging his leg in place, not far from the top of the penalty area, and the two of them, like Vucinic, cut into the box like the wind.

Nobor and Tomkins are like big enemies, and they retreat collectively, because as long as Mark Qin picks the ball, it is a perfect back-cut anti-offside position, a single knife.

Keita, who ran over again, gave up Kuyt this time and shoveled the ball directly at Mackin's feet, at this moment, it was too dangerous to let him pass the ball again!

Then, looking nowhere to go, Mack Qin gently flicked his right foot on the ball again, and then less than a meter away, Keita's feet slid past him.

Speaking slowly, then instantly.

It was only a split second since he stopped the ball on the sideline, because another veteran centre-back, Upson, was now just past the centre circle and could tell how fast this series of attacks was.

Goalkeeper Green glanced left and right at the three people who were plugged in, not knowing who Mackin would pass the ball to, or shoot himself, he kept taking small steps, ready to save.

He's like a sage who sees everything at the moment, the weapon runs through and takes Nobor, the Kuyt runs and takes Tomkins, Keita comes over to make up for it, the captain can shoot from distance in the ribs, and I have Lucas behind me.

Everyone is moving, so I don't move, just move!

Coming to the centre-forward position, facing him in the interspersed fluidity, he once again felt the mysterious rhythm that appeared in the semi-finals of the Under-18 championship and then came back when they faced Arsenal in the Champions League.

It's just that this time it's different, this time it's not the unified rhythm and rhythm of the whole team of "bang", "bang", "bang", but he doesn't move and the others are all moving, and his heart trembles.

When the weapon ran by, he originally planned to push it directly, but seeing Green's action as he prepared to rush forward, he was blessed and changed his mind in an instant.

It's a rhythm that makes his heart tremble, he's right where he is, his teammates are running, the defenders are running, everything is running past me, the ball, it's my sword of Damocles.

As long as it doesn't fall, it means countless possibilities, and it means that the defender has to fill every possible hole, so he is like the center of the storm.

The periphery was wantonly scraped, but the center was calm without a trace of ripples!

Maybe at any time, there will always be this kind of moment on the field that makes his heart tremble, and at the same time makes him intoxicated, because it is a kind of outstanding harmony and transparency in the realm.

His thoughts were like lightning, but he didn't stop, he didn't look at Keita who was sliding past him, he stepped lightly on the side of the ball with his left foot, and then he also shoveled lightly with his right foot, and then stopped.

It's as if he should have done this, but no one knows what happened except himself, and countless people paid attention to the game picture, just to see that he stopped the ball elegantly, passed flexibly, and after a two-one, he dodged the back grab with two feints at the top of the arc of the big penalty area, and then shoveled under the ball.

That's all.

"Mark, his team-mate's crazy forward cut, he's got a lot of options, he's ready to ......, he's, ...... shot," Peterson screamed out of his throat in surprise.

"Hanging shot, hanging shot, hanging shooting outside the big forbidden area......", his shout was going straight to the sky, because this series down, such an end, this unexpected treatment, exploded directly in his mind!

Because the inside of the foot is used, after the ball flies up, a small arc is drawn, and the middle is directly turned towards the left post.

The ball flew over Keita's fallen body and flew past the unexpected Tomkinson, Green was shocked, and all the players who inserted and returned to the penalty area stopped at the moment.

I only saw the ball sliding slowly, crossing Green's right hand who was struggling to kick up on the line of the small penalty area, and he tried his best to straighten, but there was still a slight distance from the ball.

It's like a free kick, but not so fast, leisurely, grazing the beam, grazing the upright, falling into the net, just so light, unexpectedly, in!

"Bang", Green fell to the ground in despair, accompanied by another silence in the stands!

"Uh, uh, Goaaaaal......, GoalGoalGoal......, Mark, his lob will definitely go down forever because you don't know when he's coming and where he's coming from, GoalGoal, hat a Goaaaaal......", Peterson's shout finally came to a climax.

McManaman looked fascinated and didn't know how to comment on the fact that his process was so simple was a sign of how unsimple it was.

At least five players ran past him in turn, and a panting Upson had just returned, and he just slammed and flicked and then lobbed.

One or two out of a hundred players will probably be able to handle this attack in the way he is doing it now, and that's why he loves to watch Mack play because he always means to create, to be unexpected.

Seeing the ball fall into the net, he smiled, that's right, it should be this result, the accident in the eyes of others is just a matter of course in his heart.

Upson gasped, his face full of helplessness, he saw Macqin take the ball at the top of the arc of the penalty area, his heart chuckled, but his old legs couldn't support his faster speed.

Instead of running to the sidelines excitedly, Mackin smiled and opened his arms, feeling, it's so good......