"Beautiful, Mark, Liverpool's counterattack~"

McCa continued: "One of the things I like most about Mark is that he was born with a good idea of how to play, and when he picked it up, the whole situation was immediately cheerful"

Peterson nodded in agreement and said: "It is estimated that Feely (Neville) still underestimated Mark, although he is famous, but if the ball just now was Ronaldo, he would never have been so reckless."

"Let's see how Mark is going to advance this ball first~, oh? Beautiful~~~"

Mack Qin slid the ball to the middle, forming a four-arrow stance, Everton's remaining two defenders and the chasing right-back Hibbert were immediately attracted to the middle, he took two steps, behind Arteta and Neville desperately chased back, during the run the right foot arch reversed, Aurelio on the side of the momentum, accelerated past the half.

Aurelio don't look at the body, this speed is really not covered, he, Mack, Gerrard started at the same time, and when Aurelio brought the ball to the 30-meter area of Everton, Mackin was already two positions behind the two of them.

Yobo hurriedly moved closer to his right to block Aurelio, Hibbert accelerated in a straight line as soon as he saw it, to make up for Jobo's position, Stubbs was already entangled in Voronin, and with a casual hit, the penalty area was empty.

As soon as Voronin saw it, he immediately ran to the other side of the penalty area, took Stubbs with him, and also leaked out the middle, Gerrard did not slow down at all, but accelerated towards the gap in the middle that Jobo came out of.

Mack Qin was unguarded, Neville was still two meters behind him, Aurelio did not continue to go down, and pushed it to Mark Qin with a sweep of his left foot, Mark Qin pushed the ball comfortably into the route of Gerrard in the penalty area, he didn't need to play the ball, he didn't need to stop the ball, he only needed one kick to solve the battle.

"Gerrard~, single knife~, oh~, Hibbert pushed him down, no doubt penalty, Clattenburg pointed to the spot"

Gerrard was ready to raise his foot to volley just now, Hibbert estimated that his brain was short-circuited, and he pushed down Gerrard with his outstretched arm, Mark raised his hands high, and the penalty was the same!

Clattenburg quickly ran over and pointed to the twelve-yard point, and Gerrard turned his head to see that he breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of derby can happen with any penalty, and it is not impossible for the referee not to make a decision.

The Everton players didn't protest either, there was really nothing to say, Clattenburg stood where Gerrard had fallen, pointed to twelve yards, and then beckoned Hibbert over, apparently ready to pull out his cards.

Benitez clenched his hands into fists, and his adjustment was successful! Moyes frowned helplessly, the contrast between the joy and anger of the two in the camera, just a few minutes ago, their expressions were reversed, and the director of the Premier League caught the camera is also a must.

Clattenburg pulled out a yellow card, just as Gerrard stood up beside him, "Hey, Mr. referee, he fouled the shooter in the penalty area directly to the shooter who could score, there is no defender behind him, according to the rules this is a red card, you can't change the penalty scale just because it is the opponent's home stadium"

Clattenburg estimated that his brain was also short-circuited, and after thinking about it, he actually pulled out the red card from the back of his butt.

When Hibbert walked over, he saw Clattenberg take out a yellow card, and he breathed a sigh of relief, he was also afraid of being punished, but he didn't expect to know what Gerrard got up and said, and walked to him, and the topaz turned into a ruby!

Moyes was still frowning and thinking about how to kick after being equalized, but when he saw this scene, he immediately exploded, and rushed to the fourth official with his feet, "Hey, hey, why did the yellow card become a red card and Gerrard became the referee?" ”

Peterson and McCa were also a little confused, "This is ~, the referee changed the verdict?" ”

"No, he hasn't given a penalty yet, it's just that he first showed a yellow card and then changed a red card, the point is that Gerrard doesn't know what to say, which makes people reverie"

"This foul, according to the yellow card, red card is said in the past, mainly depends on the referee's sentencing scale, so ~~"

"Haha, the derby is not a bit controversial, is it still called a derby?"

The stadium remembered the boos in the sky, "Shit referee, go home", "Did you take Liverpool's black money, soulless", "F**K"

Everton's players immediately stopped, they surrounded Clattenburg, captain Neville said angrily: "Mr. referee, you can't be influenced by the opposing players at will, Hibbert's foul is not bad, you also took out the yellow card first, you can't give a penalty like this"

Clattenburg first wrote Hibbert's number on the red card, put it in his butt, and said: "I haven't awarded a penalty, I'm not affected, he was the last person to foul in the box, according to the rules, penalty kick plus red card, no doubt"

"No, no, referee, it's a derby, you can't change the penalty at will"

Hibbert also defended excitedly, "Mr. referee, penalties and yellow cards are fine, but the red card is too serious, my foul is not enough for a red card, and you can't change your opinion by the opposing player"

"Filly, let your players spread out and stand back, or I won't mind a few more yellow cards", Clattenburg gestured again.

"OKOK, we'll appeal", Neville had no choice but to dissuade the team, Hibbert shook his head and walked off the field with a mocking face.

"Moyes, please calm down!" The fourth official reassured Moyes, "I will write it in the game record, but this foul is indisputable, and the referee's decision is not wrong, please go back to the coaching area first and respect the referee"

"I respect the fart, he sent off my player, it was a yellow card, he ruined the game!"

"Referee, come here, Moyes is offending the referee," said the fourth official, leaning behind his back to the headset.

"Oh oh oh ~ , Everton's situation has taken a turn for the worse, Moyes was warned by the referee with a yellow card, and he is still chattering ~ Less than ten minutes into the second half, Everton was sent off, and they were awarded a penalty"

The stadium was boiling over, filled with all kinds of invective, and only the Reds fans were singing and dancing.

Kuyt went to the penalty spot and it was his first goal in the league, Kuyt's goal efficiency, how to say it, forget it, don't talk about it.

Mackin and Gerrard hugged Kuyt and celebrated wildly on the sidelines, he bared his teeth and waved his fist into the stands, "Souls, you shhh

Reds fans all rushed to the front, screaming in response to the Liverpool players celebrating below, and countless red bars cheered in unison, with liquor flying, "Dirk (Kuyt)~, Dirk~"

"Hehe, this was originally a very beautiful counterattack, but it was full of controversy by a foul and a penalty, and it is estimated that the two sides will still be entangled after the game~"

After the restart, Everton made no substitutions, and like Liverpool, they played with a back five, just moving a centre-back to the wing.

Mackin felt that the sky was much clearer all of a sudden, and he was finally able to control the ball comfortably, and it was Hibbert and Neville who defended him in the first half.

David Moyes must have studied him before the game, Hibbert had a hard time turning around, Neville tackled him twice, otherwise he wouldn't have known that Neville would have come over and tackle the ball when Gerrard poked it in him.

Everton reluctantly took it back and stayed in their penalty area, leaving only one Yakubu in front.

Jobo's turning speed was obviously not comparable to Hibbert's, so he firmly guarded the baseline and left the inside line to Neville to fill in.

Mackin received the ball on the flank, took two steps along the way, and when Aurelio took Yobo, he took a few steps laterally, past Gerrard, who was answering, and pushed the ball to Mascherano in the middle, and the gap leaked in the middle.

Mascherano shot from a distance and kicked the ball to the corner flag area, hiss, Mackin has a toothache, it is said that Mascherano passes the ball well, why is the shot so bad~

No wonder he didn't score at Barcelona for several years in the future, and Mascherano also felt faceless, shook his head and turned his back and walked back.

The rest of the time depends on whether Liverpool can find opportunities in this half of attack and defense and overtake the score~