The atmosphere at the Calderón Stadium was unusually hot, as it was their return to Europe after a 12-year hiatus.

Mackin comfortably converted Valle's penalty to give Liverpool the lead in the 80th minute, which could have been the game's final strike.

Rekick off.

The white-haired Mexican "Coach Aguirre" stood on the sidelines, loudly directing Atletico Madrid to throw in troops, he is a defensive-minded coach, but any coach will give it a go at this moment.

Next, here, Atletico Madrid, who have won two consecutive group games, attacked in the last ten minutes, which can be described as a storm, with the red wall cowering in front of the penalty area.

They no longer had the strength to launch a counter-attack, with Valle and Kuyt fully back in their own back.

Now Atletico Madrid is playing a two-four-four attacking formation, and Aguero is more active than just now, interspersed with runs.

The son-in-law of this Argentine legend is very similar in height and style to his teammate Messi in the national team.

But the difference is also huge, that is, although the frequency of his right foot is already fast, it is not as perverted as Messi, so he is more like a short striker who relies on short-distance straight explosiveness.

The direction of their attack is still Darby on the right, and the three midfielders in the middle have to run to help defend at any time, and now this scene and moment is too cruel for this small defender whose talent and ability can only be described as ordinary.

I don't know if he will be seriously hit by this game, but now no one cares about this, and all the Red Army soldiers are using their bodies to build the Great Wall.

"Bang", a long shot, that's the sound of hitting the chest and popping up.

It was Aguero who pulled to the ribs to break through Darby, and an inverted triangle pass to the top of the penalty area.

Portuguese midfielder Marchini met the ball and Agger bravely blocked the path of the ball to the goal with his chest.

The ball bounced to the periphery and was controlled by Atletico Madrid, and the time was slowly passing, and Mackin felt that the air all over the field had begun to thicken, which was an illusion of fatigue and pressure.

"Oh, oh, oh, Atletico Madrid, rush", the cheers and shouts of the fans in the surrounding stands were even louder than the whole game.

Everyone knows that Liverpool are Premier League champions, traditional giants, and it must feel better to beat them.

Raul Garcia once again won the ball on the wing, Valle had returned to the vicinity of his own penalty area, and Miguel, who had been substituted in the second half, quickly walked behind Garcia and set the edge.

"Miguel, Lucas made up for the flank, and now there is a lot of pressure on Darby's side, Lucas waved his hand to get Darby to withdraw into the box", Volcker nervously explained.

He felt that these ten minutes were even longer than the eighty minutes just now, and that Liverpool were too passive.

Aguero pulled to the side again, Darby could only defend behind him, and he didn't dare to kick casually in the penalty area, his experience was still too lacking, and he didn't go close.

Aguero pretended to break through to the baseline, and completed the turn with a sudden stop on the outside instep, which was extremely easy.

to suffer.

Mascherano didn't care about the top of the penalty area, he knew that Mackin should be there to fill in, so he pulled his leg and ran towards Aguero.

Aguero, who was just twenty years old, showed the calmness of a shooter at this time, flicked his right foot, watched Mascherano come up to scramble, and made a pass to the penalty area, causing Darby to subconsciously stretch his leg to block, and then he buckled his ankle!

To be bad.

Mackin watched Aguero pass through Darby and go straight to the small penalty area, his explosiveness and frequency of action in a small area are talent, and Darby is too far behind.

"Block his pass", Reyna shouted as he took a step out of the near corner to block the shot.

Cahill strode up and fell to the ground and stretched out his long legs, but he couldn't stop Aguero on the edge of the six-yard box.

He picked up his left foot quickly, swung it quickly, and pumped it hard under the ball.

The ball "bang", past Cahill's right leg blocked by the flying tackle, past the futile hands of Reina, who was too late to stand up, went straight to the top corner, and lifted the net with a "bang".

"Boom ......", Makqin finally felt the landslide brought by the opponent's fans at this moment.

They were equalized by a lore!

"Ah......", all the Atletico Madrid players followed the galloping Aguero to the sidelines, like a torrent!

"Alas", Reina fell to the ground, Cahill lay on the ground, and Darby sat on the ground crying.

"Today Darby was a disaster, but he is not to blame, he is just 20 years old, and the pressure is too great for him, and he has to face a lot of bombardment," said Volcker in a lonely voice.

"The ninetieth minute of the game! The score is 1:1 and the scorer is Sergio ......"

"Aguero ......", the stadium was broadcast in Spanish, shouting in unison as if they had won the game.

It was a bit bitter for Liverpool, in such a difficult situation, they carried it for 90 minutes, only to fall short in the last minute, and the first Champions League win did not know when it would come.

Mackin slowly walked towards Darby, who was now the captain of the field, and Gerrard gave him the armband when he came off the field.

Reyna patted Darby, who was sitting on the ground, and comforted him that this kind of game could ruin his life.

But who can be responsible......

"Darby", Makqin dragged him up from behind by his armpits, turned around and saw that his eyes were red and tears flowed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......," he repeated unconsciously, on the verge of collapse.

Makqin knows this feeling, in his previous life when he was in college, in the final of the football cup, when he played right midfield, he was not calm in the penalty area, and gave the opponent an equaliser penalty.

In the end, they lost the final, and he regretted it for a few months.

What's more, it's a field like the Champions League, "Darby, Darby", he put his hands on his shoulders and said to him.

"Although you haven't been successful defensively, the nervous performance is like a piece of!" He said solemnly, "But you also have to remember that you are wearing red"

"You still have ten comrades-in-arms and ten partners by your side, they will never blame you, complain about you, give up on you, don't cry on the field, it will make them think we are a girl"

"Are you a? Answer me", he asked loudly.

Darby's eyes gradually focused, "No"

"Fucking louder, I can't hear it!" , he shouted frantically.

Darby's face was bloodshot and he stared at Mackin deadly, "No, I'm not, I'm not a fucking bitch!" ”

"Good brother! That's it", he patted Darby on the shoulder and shouted, "Treat the game as training, and whoever dares to underestimate you will shovel the fuck for me!" ”

"Good brother, I know you can"

"I can, I can"

"Heads up, we haven't lost yet", Mackin let go of Darby, turned around and waved his arms upwards to encourage his teammates, who were the captain of the field.

The youngest captain on the field in the history of the Red Army!

Even if it's less than twenty minutes!

Sami Lee and Steven Gerrard on the sidelines saw the team equalised, and they saw Makqin motivating his teammates, and there was some disappointment, but more than that, they were relieved.

The Red Army, from generation to generation, has not been broken, and another flame has begun to burn.

"Oh......, F**K, "gansini" son of a bitch, this is Calderón!" Shortly after the restart, the fans on the sidelines were instantly enraged.

Darby's ferocious flying tackle sent Raul Garcia off the sideline, his eyes fierce like an eagle, and he didn't pay any attention to the topaz that the referee pulled out!

The constant movement of raising the wrist signaled that the game would end with a countdown, perhaps after Atletico Madrid sent the touchline ball, and Calderón shed a lot of blood in the last ten minutes.

Miguel quickly threw the ball from the sideline, and Macheni hoisted into the box with a big foot that was confiscated by Reina.

"Duh... Toot ......", the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game, and Liverpool were awarded another draw.

Walker said in a lonely way: "PSV Eindhoven beat Marseille 3-1, and Liverpool slipped to third place in the group"

A large number of Liverpool teams sat on the ground as soon as the game was over, gasping for breath.

"Hey, Mark", Aguero walked over to Mark, who was sitting on the ground, and gestured in simple English.

"Beautiful goal", Mack Qin got up and shook his hand, said to him, and then exchanged jerseys, they had just met in Turin, Italy, two years before and after the European golden boy.

Today, evenly divided.

After getting up, his legs trembled a little, and he didn't dare to sit down, and together with Gerrard who entered the stadium, he called his teammates scattered everywhere to thank the fans who came from afar.

Persistence, there will always be gains, and being equalized can be said to be bad luck, but if they don't persevere, they may lose in the first 80 minutes, which is also a kind of luck.

God, you will never give up on those who insist, and if you give up, maybe it's just that you're still holding on, not long enough.

……

Three days later, Scolari was seated at Stamford Bridge and Scolari was in the Chelsea manager's chair and the Blues officially began a period of rapid managerial change.

In this Premier League game, Chelsea and Liverpool are full of injuries, Drogba, Ballack, Terry, Torres, Finnan.

The good news for Liverpool is that Vice-President Carragher is finally back and he can take Finnan's place, otherwise Darby will definitely suffer the most nightmare period of his life.

Liverpool fielded their strongest defensive line-up, yes, defensively, with Steven Gerrard returning to the middle to partner Alonso, Kuyt on the right and Aurelio on the left.

Voronin was alone in front.

Now in the league, Liverpool can't give up a single game, they can't give up a point, they have no choice.

Makqin sat in the VIP seat behind the bench, firmly watching the game on the field that was not exciting, for them, the rest was to persevere.

Scolari is also a defensive-minded coach at heart, and one of these coaches counts as one, and there is no one who does not pay attention to defense, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed.

It's just that the way of defense and the proportion are different, some scenes are good, some scenes are ugly.

Scolari didn't bring anything new to the Blues, only to make them less hard.

So although Liverpool played very conservatively, it didn't have the same heartbeat as it did ten minutes after playing against Atletico Madrid.

Persistence will always pay off, but you don't know when God will remember you.

After another unproductive first half, luck finally struck in the 65th minute of the second half.

Liverpool made a simple push at the back and Aurelio dribbled into Chelsea's 40-metre area, where he didn't go down but crossed in front of Chelsea's formation.

Gerrard passed to Alonso again, and Alonso has not scored a goal this season Alonso is in the area of 389 meters, directly bending the bow and firing, this kick is very Gerrard!

I saw the ball whistling through the sky like a launched missile, and Cech's outstretched arm plunged headlong into the junction of the beam and the column, a dead end!

"Ah......h

He jumped up and shouted and cheered at Stamford Bridge, his face grim.

Now they are like a big grinding disc, gritting their teeth and pushing it with their own bodies to rotate non-stop, grinding pain, grinding frustration, grinding unwillingness, grinding the dark ahead!

Hold on, hold on until the sun breaks and the sea burns......