The excitement at Anfield was ignited from the first minute, signaling a hugely important game going on here, with Liverpool starting the game like a tiger!

'Lellia wasted a good chance, Liverpool almost took the lead from the start, they declared an attitude from the start, we will win!' , Zhan Jun said sensationally.

Last year, we pressed you here, and this year we are still pressuring you!

Makqin recovered, Mandanda drove the ball to the left wing, Cahill pressed the 163cm small Koné to push the ball back into the midfield, today their two strikers are small men, it seems that they want to play fast foot ball, rely on flexibility to win.

Alonso's header relayed the ball to Mackqin, who immediately attacked with a forward pass.

The opening rush is the established strategy of the tactics.

He ran to the left flank to receive the ball back to Liela, faced the recovered Marseille central midfielder Cherou, and knocked his heel to Enrique, who had cut in.

After a season of Premier League tempering, the "Bulls" are extremely sharp in defense and attack, and they alone prop up Liverpool's left corridor.

He is now a left-back for the Spanish national team and has developed much better than in his previous life.

Enrique ran towards the baseline with the ball, and Marseille's right-back and right-forward had to follow.

This gives Mark Qin space on the side.

After receiving Enrique's return, he immediately cut inside with the ball and tucked the ball into the corner of the box from right midfielder Ziani and Cherou.

Ziani is also less than 1.7 meters tall, and Mackin doesn't know why Egere likes to be so small this year.

There was no time to think about this uselessness, Leela leaned on his big body to get the ball on his back, and Mackin quickly ran past Sherou and cut in the middle.

This is clearly a two-over-two fit.

"Liverpool started the game quite well, especially a few of their superstars, two-on-two, Sheroux fell to the ground and tackled", Zhan Jun looked at Liverpool's smooth passing and said, "They are not prepared to give Marseille any respite"

He was right, Liverpool just wanted to beat Marseille as soon as it started, beat stupid, and crippled!

Lila's return ball was spotted by Sherou, and a chasing tackle was on the ground to shovel the ball away.

Ejere stood on the sidelines in horror, and Liverpool's opening attack was too crazy.

Makqin stretched forward with his left foot, slightly blocking the foot of Xie Lu who fell to the ground and swept the ball, and he also stumbled, but he didn't care about the ball, and continued to run in the middle with a little support.

Mascherano pressed up, kicked directly from behind and pushed it to Makqin in front.

At this time, he had already run to the top of the arc of the penalty area with his back, without pausing, he knocked directly, and made the ball in the crowd to Alonso, who was bending his bow and arrow.

"Alonso, ...... long-range shot," Peterson shouted.

With the thud of the ball, it crossed the emergency dodge of Makqin and went straight to the crowd, and the dull echo of "Duang" can be imagined how painful it is.

Mackin didn't know who blocked it, anyway, the ball came back, and Marseille's defense quickly densed into the middle.

Makqin at the top of the arc of the big penalty area just got the ball that popped up, and without thinking about it, the outside instep was lifted and sent to the right rib of the big penalty area, and Gerrard strode in.

"Also, Mark has a beautiful pick-up pass, Gerrard stops the ball, Taiwo goes up, puts a tackle to block"

Marseille's penalty area is simply noisy, the grass and trees are all soldiers, Gerrard is a pass, not a shot, because the angle is a little small.

He faked a shot to get Taiwo to let go of the shovel, took another step directly to the bottom line, and then picked up his thighs and vigorously swept the small penalty area!

"Gerald! Cross! ", exclaimed Peterson.

The ball flew through a pile of long-legged jungles, as well as over Mandanda's fallen legs.

Flying tackles all the way along the way, when the ball flew to the center of the small penalty area, it finally hit a foot, unwillingly changed direction, and plunged into the goal!

“Goaaaaaaaaaal… Al......", Peterson saw the ball into the net and roared to his heart's content, "Liverpool is ahead, who touched it?" ”

There were too many people in the forbidden area, and he didn't see it clearly for a while, and after a while, he finally saw a black-haired teenager, wearing No. 18, jumping up from the ground, roaring and running to the sidelines.

"Mark, it's Mark, grab a shot from the middle!"

"Boom ......", the whole stadium is boiling, it is this momentum, you don't have any chance from the beginning, it is destined to be us, red, Liverpool!

"Roaring ......", this time Mackin ran to the fan stand again and hugged the fans near the stand passionately.

"The ball is in......", Zhan Jun shouted excitedly, "Liverpool's offensive is like a tide, wave after wave, Marseille only has the ability to parry, they probably didn't expect to encounter such a crazy attack, which is no less than fighting naked"

"Just eight minutes into the game, Marseille's goal was lost, where is it so easy for Anfield"

Ejere was anxiously brushing his hair, out of control, his strategy of holding the counterattack failed from the start!

What to do? Offensive?

He was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

It's just that he hasn't predicted the seriousness of the matter yet, and this is the beginning, did Liverpool stop when he said to score?

So, when Ejere watched Liverpool press forward as crazy as ever after the restart.

I felt a sigh in my heart, like falling into an ice cellar.

The momentum has risen, the butcher's knife has appeared, and it will be killed before the neck is drawn!!

The crazy red, sweeping everything, tearing everything apart, that's the blue panic, that's the confusion of fear.

Kill! Kill him with a river of blood, kill him without leaving a piece of armor!

Kill him, Lang Lang, the sky is bright!

Everywhere is pressing, everywhere is biting, and the Marseille players only see the red in their eyes, the red with nowhere to hide.

Aside from Bigfoot or Bigfoot, Marseille was completely in disarray, allowing Ejere to shout in vain on the sidelines.

Again and again, the ball was delivered to the front court, and boom, Liverpool, had gone crazy!

"Oh my God", Peterson cried out frantically, "this is Anfield, remember, this is Anfield!" ”

There is red everywhere, and every time the ball lands, it is red!

"Marseille are completely cowered in the box, there is nothing they can do!" , Zhan Jun rarely saw such a scene.

The moment when the butcher's knife is swung will still come, and the crazy time will all feel like it flies, in fact, it is only a few minutes.

Nothing more!

Mascherano stopped Marseille's big boobs, and without the slightest hesitation, pushed it straight to Mack.

Marseille didn't press forward at all, everyone was back in the box, everyone!

He turned around calmly, and there was a large amount of space, except for the blue bus in the restricted area.

"Boom ......"

"LIVERPOOL, GOGOGO!" , the fans in the stands have also been stimulated and fascinated.

This whirlwind of madness, with a horn of madness.

With a diagonal pass with a big foot, Enrique stopped the ball firmly on the touchline, and now there is no need to organize at all!

It's a boom! It's just a random bombing!

Enrique started suddenly, got rid of Ziani's position, and crossed directly with his feet, but there were no full-backs next to him, and they all shrank into the box.

Egerre's heart was pounding, when was the end of this tormenting moment!

There is no end.

Liera, Kuyt, and Gerrard fought hard in the front and back of the penalty area, and they knew that the periphery was full of their comrades.

Cannonballs will fly again and again until they blow up the forbidden area to rubble!

'Enrique's cross, Kuyt, was headed by Taiwo, Alonso on the right side of the box got the ball and got the ball"

There is simply no respite.

Every time is a suffocating death knell!

Liela carried Zubal with his body and struggled to push the ball back into the small penalty area from the back point!

"Kuyt! Kuyt! Strafing! What Peterson saw was a battlefield like a forest of guns and artillery.

"Mandanda, hit him in the chest, bounced into the box, it's not over yet"

Because there was still Mack Qin there, Kana and Sheru, who were speeding over, had a look of horror on their faces, and had no choice, and they put a tackle sideways, and now even if it was a penalty.

It's better than being swept into a storm and sinking like this!

It's just that their wish is destined to not come true, and the thighs that Mark Qin picked up were gently lowered, and the outside instep hit the ball.

Steven Gerrard was not far from him, facing a half-high ball and never giving Marseille any chance to throever to the death.

Lean sideways, pick up your left foot, and volley like a whip!

It's too close, on the line of the small forbidden area, the immortals, can't stop it.

The ball is not a white light, but a silent sonic boom, booming to lift the back net in the goal, the force has not been exhausted, and it rebounds back quickly and bounces into the penalty area!

This time it's really over.

"Toot", the referee outside the penalty area firmly pointed to the middle circle, what a good game, there is no need to run back at all.

"Boom!" , "Roar ......", a red tide led by Gerald, galloped to the corner flag area, and sat on the ground and slid on the ground!

It was the most hearty game of the season for Anfield, and it was a battle for Anfield's red resurgence.

Ben Arfa is not only confused or confused, he has not touched the ball since the beginning, and they are already two goals behind!

What is this place?

Here, it's hell!

“Goaaaaaaaaaaal…… Gerald, Gerald! 2:0, will Liverpool be a massacre today? The biggest Champions League score is still on their heads," said Peterson in disbelief.

"Just fifteen minutes into the game, Liverpool scored two goals in a row, which is the best fifteen minutes for Liverpool this season", McCa also shouted passionately.

Torres got up from his seat and applauded his teammates excitedly, they were playing so well, they weren't going to be eliminated, they were all waiting for me to go back, and his heart was on fire.

"Ah......h

Liverpool everyone is howling frantically on the sidelines, such a game is worthy of Anfield!

It's a mecca of passion and madness!

Listen, the singing that filled the sky, and look, the flying of the red flags around me, and the piercing decibels.

“hat a game！” , Peterson said passionately, "Liverpool is going to kill this game!" ”

Yes, they still have to attack, until they completely crush Marseille to the ground and make them sound Anfield, I think.

Fear!

Ejere's hands were shaking, because after the restart, he noticed that the red color was flooding up again.

It seems like there is no end to it.

"ROAR, ROAR, GOGOGO", THE FANS IN THE STANDS DON'T KNOW WHY THE TEAM IS SO CRAZY TODAY, BUT THIS DOES NOT PREVENT THEM FROM SHOUTING AND ROARING IN A HEARTLESS WAY.

"Liverpool are still attacking, they're still attacking, my gosh, did they collectively take the euphoric today?" , Peterson shouted incredulously.

"They've played with momentum, they've played crazy, and now no one can stop them......"

The tide came one after another, as if it was endless, and the momentum of Marseille was completely suppressed!

Ejere frowned, turned and gestured to the bench, and Rodriguez got up to warm up.

It's only been fifteen minutes! He's going to put on a centre-back!

"What's that?" , Zhan Jun said incredulously, "Ejere wants to be replaced?" The game is less than twenty minutes away! What's wrong with him, frightened by Anfield's terrifying momentum? In this way, Marseille will completely lose its last hope"

He can't manage so much anymore, and the most important thing now is not to be spent......