Anfield stayed up all night tonight as one of the most watched football matches in Europe and the world was underway, the only Champions League semi-final first leg.

The Red Army and Barcelona are still fighting fiercely, scrambling, you make a move, I will respond, every second counts, every inch of land counts, every ball, must fight.

The big screen over the stadium, bright and vertical, Liverpool, 2, Barcelona, 0, it was a score that many people couldn't believe, but it happened.

The red waves in the stands rose one after another, drowning out the tiny red and blue behind the goal, and the shouts and cheers continued, at this time, Anfield, there was only one voice.

That is, Liverpool!

In the first half, the referee did not give a yellow card, but in the second half, in less than 15 minutes, he had already taken out three yellow cards.

Two of them went to Barcelona, Samuel Eto'o and Yaya Toure, and one to Liverpool, Kuyt.

Iniesta clearly stepped up his tough break, and although his figure looked thin, there was really no way back.

Liverpool's highly targeted defence stucked every point of their attack, leaving their attack in a quagmire, slow and obscure.

"Strengthen breakthroughs, breakthroughs", Guardiola can no longer be described as in a hurry, but is about to jump to his feet, and the sidelines are his stage, back and forth, shouting loudly.

The fans next to him basically didn't understand Spanish at all, but that didn't stop them from disrupting his command with waves of boos.

As time slowly fades away, the game has entered the brink of life and death, and now the score and scene are at a delicate critical point, maybe a straw falls, it will change something, or Barcelona Jedi counterattack, or Liverpool kill the game.

It's just that Barcelona now is really not so easy to kill.

"Liverpool's style of play hasn't changed, the game went on for more than 60 minutes and their strategy was still very effective, but Barcelona clearly strengthened their individual breakthroughs," Zhan Jun explained.

"Yes", Zhang Lu answered, "Now the entire Barcelona offensive system is very blocked by Liverpool, and they can only hope to revitalize the entire attack by relying on their individual ability to break through"

It's just like this, I'm really tired, Messi has just taken the lead, he hasn't completely flown out of outer space, and he played half a game with three people, and he is too tired.

Enrique had just stabbed the ball from his feet out of the touchline and if it weren't for fatigue, he wouldn't have made such a mistake, keeping the ball out of reach with his outstretched foot.

Because the first and second halves almost relied on his breakthrough alone to drive the team, even the gods had to gasp for breath if they kept breaking through.

With his chest rising and falling rapidly, the sweat lying on his forehead, he wiped it and turned back to look at the sidelines, because the referee blew the game off, and the old captain Puyol was moving his legs and feet on the sidelines.

Marquez was heading off the pitch and his performance today did little defensively except as a background, with Abidal on the left and Pique on the right.

He was not a defender who relied on agility and speed, and was rushed by Torres, but at this time, it seems that Guardiola is going to let Pique press.

Messi thought so in his heart, this is their usual routine, Pique is a man who claims to be able to play on all three lines, with a knife as a central defender, which also shows that Guardiola is not satisfied with the scene.

He turned his head to look at Mackin who was also wheezing not far away, today he was firmly across his in-cut line, his defense was not good, but it was very difficult, almost stuck his passing point, making him very, very, awkward.

With the ball by himself, he kept going, just like a dog skin plaster, but behind him, there must be someone, and I didn't see it, it looked quite sunny, how could there be so many small moves.

And I really didn't feel how good he was, but I just shot and passed.

"Barcelona took the lead in substitutions, Puyol replaced Marquis, this is the opposite substitution of the central defender, at this time not to change the attacking players, but to change the central defender, what does it mean?" , Peterson asked.

"It should be because of Torres, Marquis is a little bit unable to keep up with him, his bond with Pique is very dangerous right now, and Puyol, although he is older, is better than Marquis in terms of flexibility," McManaman replied.

But the coach's thinking is not something that ordinary people can guess, for them, the attack of the whole team has always been a whole, and now it is the team's middle advancement problem, he has to rely on people to go up, Yaya Toure can go up, but he can't attack alive, and the only thing left is Pique.

Markin watched the substitution and his heart moved, Guardiola had begun to realize the problem, but he had not yet played the cards thoroughly, "Captain, watch Pique", he ran to Gerrard's side and said.

Gerrard nodded, thinking that he was told by Macqin again, Barcelona really played like this in the second half, Pique is going to advance in the middle, and only Puyol will be left behind?

It's just that the moment you come up, there will be a huge gap behind you, and Mark Qin thought in his heart that from this time on, the game may have to go in a different direction.

After 180 minutes, they have won 60 minutes and have taken the lead.

Alves waited for Puyol to be in place, quickly threw a free kick, the ball still did not find any chance on the left side of Liverpool, this time Alves did not force a cross, but took a few steps back, a kick back to push up, Pique!

"Pique? Peake is coming up," Peterson called out in surprise.

Makqin didn't go up to block recklessly, Xavi also ran to the side, taking Mascherano with him, and only Yaya Toure acted as a fulcrum for Pique in the midfield position, avoiding Torres's counter-attack.

A two-by-one, Pique broke through to the middle with the ball, and Mackin quickly blocked it, blocking the passing route between him and Messi.

He is also making a choice, whether to let Pique pass the ball to others, or to put Messi, this is a multiple-choice question that does not need to be chosen.

"Watch out for his over-the-top ball", Mackin quickly turned his head and shouted at the back line, and then see what Pique does, you can pass the ball, but you can't give Messi, don't try to break through from me, he is even ready to foul.

"Pique, Pique, overhead pass, for Eto'o, phew", Peterson gasped, "Reina came out in time, he took the first step to press the ball under him, it was dangerous"

"Just play, keep going", Guardiola's eyes lit up, clapped his hands and loudly encouraged the players on the field, he finally found a way to break the game.

It's just, a bit rushed.

"Give it to me", Makqin ran back two steps, patted his chest and shouted at Reina.

"Look at him, don't let him pass the ball", Guardiola, who was still happy at the last moment, suddenly rushed along the sidelines in a hurry, and he didn't know who to shout, anyway.

Not far from Pique, Messi, and even Alves all rushed towards him, but after all, he was still a beat slower, and this game let the world see Macqin.

A Mackin who couldn't stop him from delivering the ball to where he wanted it, even if Barcelona went crazy up front, a great midfielder.

The chest pressed down slightly, threw Reina over and unloaded the ball, and then without waiting for the ball to land, he turned around directly with a volley, and his left foot was pumped into the middle and lower part of the ball.

The ball flew high and flew across the half-court and would go where it was supposed to be, with a huge gap behind Pique and Alves.

There's it, it's coming at a gallop, Torres.

'Torres, Torres, Liverpool's counter-attack, oh my God, it's so fast', Peterson shouted.

Pep Guardiola sweated in his palms, and heaven and hell were intertwined so quickly that it was difficult for the average person's heart to bear.

"It's Gerrard again, 2-2, Gerrard came up too fast, Alves and Pique are desperately chasing him, but they obviously can't catch up, look at Torres"

When Torres got the ball, it was near the corner of the penalty area, Valdés was halfway there, and then hesitantly went back.

At this time, many people finally understood why Pep Guardiola's system needed a goalkeeper, not a goalkeeper, so even if Hart's goalkeeping skills were good, it was useless.

With this kind of big foot, the goalkeeper is the last hurdle, and if it were Neuer, he would have run to the outside of the box and destroy the ball with a flying tackle or a diving header.

But if the eleven top players are on the same team, no one else has to play.

Torres didn't use any feints this time, just went to Puyol for the first time, and if I can't get past a veteran, I'll retire as soon as possible, this is his inner monologue.

"Torres, Torres, he went straight to the bottom line, he passed Puyol, Puyol couldn't keep up, the opportunity ......, my God, Barcelona backline today, a poke broke ......"

The moment the ball reached the bottom line, Torres's left foot quickly pushed the ball onto the ball, allowing the ball to avoid Puyol's sliding tackle, leaving Abidal who retreated to the six-yard penalty area in danger.

Because the ball was passed behind him, he turned around and saw the white rushing up from the ribs, and also saw Yaya Toure who wanted to fight to fill in the position.

"Oh oh oh oh", this is the red expectation in the stands behind them, as if they are about to see the moment when the fireworks rise, and see the ball break through the enemy goal again.

Gerrard didn't disappoint them, he didn't even adjust, met the ball with his right foot and unleashed a powerful roll.

"Boom......","Gerald, Gerald, Jay...... Pull...... "Virtue ......", at the moment can only be called an explosion.

Valdés, who was fast in the ball, didn't have time to close the small door, and directly from under his legs, quickly jumped into the near corner of the goal, another three-legged goal!

"Oooh...... Goaaaaal......, Steven...... Gerald ......", the cry that broke through his throat was brewing for a while, because many people did not believe in such an outcome.

Thousands of arms waved to the sky at the same moment, chasing them on the field, spreading their arms, vibrating and shouting, running to the sidelines, the captain of the Red Army.

Gerrard!

Today he is the most tired, and he is the only one who can go back and forth between the two bottom lines without stopping.

Today's Red Army Trident, three people, all completed one pass and one shot, this is the weapon to break Barcelona, only three sharp knives are needed.

Pep Guardiola turned around in an unbearable way the moment the ball went into the net, and for more than 60 minutes, they were beaten, even if they had the advantage?

I want this ball, what's the use?

What is the use of me asking for this oppression?

Still uneasy, still losing!

Then he seemed to be suddenly blessed with a blessing to his heart, and without even informing the assistant coach, he anxiously ran to the bench and pulled Hleb and Boyan up.

"Go warm up, go warm up, I want you to play right away, give me a strong attack in the middle, Bojan, you replace Eto'o, pull out of the penalty area and cooperate with Messi"

"Hleb, you also give me a breakthrough in the middle, prepare immediately", there is no time to waste, he immediately ran to the sideline again, "Yaya (Toure), Pique, there is no Messi yet, come here, come over to me"

Ignoring the Liverpool players who were celebrating wildly, waiting for the three to come over, Guardiola hurriedly ordered: "Yaya, you nail me firmly in the position of central defender, watch Torres, don't go forward"

"Pique, just follow the way you just played, push me forward and cooperate with Messi"

"Messi, Bojan will replace Samuel Eto'o in a moment, pull out of the box, you go through the ribs from the middle, give me a ...... to the death", he had already used to shout.

He wants to break the cauldron and sink the boat......