Eddie Howe put his arm around Sulman and explained tactics in his ear.

It was Bournemouth's last substitution.

If you want to score goals, why not switch to a striker and strengthen the attacking ability of the striker?

Sulman has a cross and can also provide an assist, but he is not a good playmaker.

Rodgers smiled faintly, since he wants to score goals, but he refuses to give up defense, isn't this a fool's dream?

Bournemouth broke the ball off the touchline and Richie was replaced by Surman after suffering a thigh cramp and unable to continue the game.

[Today, the Bournemouth team is fighting, and two players have already gone off the field because of cramps. 】

[With less than ten minutes to go before the game, according to the progress of the game, the referee will not give much stoppage time, and the Bournemouth team has no chance. 】

[Huh? 】

The commentator was obviously a bit surprised, as he saw that after Liverpool's kick-off, the Bournemouth team were still fighting wildly.

The fans in attendance could clearly see the obvious drop in fitness, but they didn't stop until they had passed the ball to their target, and then they stopped to gasp for air.

If you slack off for a second, you will be scored.

This thought invariably exploded in the minds of Liverpool players.

Although he is now leading by three goals, he always feels that if he is scored by the opponent, this victory will be overshadowed.

No, you can't concede a goal.

At this moment, the Liverpool players felt a strong challenge from their opponents, and they had to respond.

The tempo and intensity of the two sides suddenly increased, not at all like they had been fighting for 80 minutes, and the two teams suddenly came alive, igniting the passion of the home fans.

Off-the-field, Rodgers was dumbfounded.

What is this for?

You're going to play Arsenal at the weekend, so why waste your energy like that?

He roared loudly, but the players were already red-eyed and deaf to his orders.

In the 84th minute, Liverpool's wide break finally shook off the Bournemouth defence, which had a serious decline in fitness.

Markovic went down the flank, slotted the ball under the defender's crotch with his right foot, and slotted it into the box from the baseline.

Adam Smith was noticeably slow to turn and he pulled and pulled to block Malkovic.

Cook rushed to the defense, picked up his big foot and sent the ball straight to the frontcourt.

Sulman leaned his body against Lucas, took the ball and half-turned, and played directly to the right wing.

Wilson, who had already started, ran all the way after taking the ball and hit the outside of the big penalty area.

Liverpool defender Sako stood sideways, fought and retreated, and there was no flaw in the defense.

Wilson pushed a behind-the-back ball with the arch of his foot, and Rossi was once again ghostly on the passing line.

But this time, it was Skrtel who defended Rossi.

He was much better at making up and tackling than Gerrard, and just as Rossi was getting the ball away, he fell to the ground and slid the tackle to break the ball before Rossi.

Another missed opportunity and the home fans tingled.

Is it really that hard to score a goal in the hands of Liverpool?

Rossi and Stelt both bent over, palms on their knees, gasping for air.

"Boy, didn't I just shovel your ball?"

Skrtel said smugly.

Rosie took a deep breath and said, "Wait and see!" ”

Bournemouth's throw-in.

Liverpool returned to defence and Steven Gerrard, as captain, was directing the defence.

"Lucas, focus, don't let up."

"Jordan, pay attention to the opponent's forward insertion, don't let them into the penalty area easily."

"Lallana, can't you run? Hold on any longer, and the game is ready to end. ”

"Defend the high ball, never give them a chance to head the ball."

'Hold on to this attack and bring the win back to Anfield with the supportive fans.'

With the encouragement of the captain, the Liverpool players responded with a bang, vowing to play Bournemouth until the last minute.

They all feel deep down that if they concede a goal, they will fail.

Under the tight defense, the Bournemouth team threw the ball with their hands and did not find a suitable receiving spot.

If you do not serve within the allotted time, you will be judged a violation and the ball will be handed over to the opponent.

The ball was over Adam Smith's head and he was too late to throw it.

"Pass it over!"

Rossi suddenly ran past from the center forward position, and Smith hurriedly threw the ball over.

Bang!

After Rossi stopped the ball on his chest, he directly took the ball back to the half court and took the ball in his hands first.

After goalkeeper Boruc stopped the ball, he looked up and flicked his right foot to pass the ball to left wing-back Francessy.

Liverpool's defence retreated to half-pitch and Francis dribbled past midfield to Gosling in the middle.

Lucas was soon present in the defensive zone.

Gosling has the ball with his back and suddenly wants to break down to the left.

Lucas's defense quickly blocked the space for him to break through.

But the ball at Gosling's feet didn't move with him.

Feints?

Just as Lucas was startled, Gosling turned to the other side.

Pull the ball with the outside of your foot and take it out from the other side.

After shaking off the defense, what appeared in front of him was a large open field.

He rushed to the front of Lucas before he could turn back to block and use his unfortified left foot to get the ball forward.

A familiar figure is rapidly thrust forward.

The ball flew high and flew past the midfielder's defence and slowly fell to the left side of the box.

Although Rossi started fast enough, the ball took too long to fall, giving the opposition plenty of time to defend.

To his left, is Liverpool captain Steven Gerrard.

To his right is Sako, the cornerstone of Liverpool's defence.

Rossi wanted to stop the high-altitude ball steadily in high-speed movement, but he couldn't do it.

Even if they are lucky enough to stop, there are very few players who can calmly retreat under the sandwich of these two people.

So this ball, no matter how Rossi handles it, can't break through the defense of the two.

"I said I wouldn't give you another chance."

Gerrard followed closely behind him and would not hesitate to grab the ball as long as Rossi stopped the ball.

You can't stop the ball, it's going to be broken.

Rossi knew very well that they were waiting for the moment when they stopped the ball and broke it with their feet.

Shoot, I'm going to shoot straight at goal without stopping.

Click!

The only remaining "highlight card" exploded in his brain.

Rossi met the ball sideways, not directly facing the goal, and Sacco must have wanted to unload the ball at the same time, flick the ball laterally, and shake off the defence.

Although this technique is very difficult, Rossi will definitely not be able to do it.

But he was still cautious, his eyes watching the movements of Rossi's feet, and he was ready to respond at any time.

Bang!

Just as the ball was about to hit the ground, Rossi gently cushioned the ball with the outside of his right foot.

what？

What an operation!

This shot was not only sideways, but also cushioned out with the instep of the foot.

The ball arced around the goalkeeper's finger and flew into the net from the near corner.

Or from the top corner of the goal.

Yes!!!!!

Home fans stood up and waved their fists into the sky, and the cheers instantly lit up the stadium.

【GOAL！！！！！ 】

[The ball is in, the ball is in!] What the hell just happened. 】

[All the fans at the scene, everyone, including the opponent, were waiting for Luo to stop the ball. But he actually used the instep of his foot directly to complete this magic stroke. 】

[I can already imagine that in the headlines tomorrow, this goal will definitely be more hot than the game itself.] 】

[Luo, he has brought us magic countless times. This time, it was him again, when the team needed it the most, and he appeared. 】

[I don't know why, I always have the illusion that the Bournemouth team that scored this goal is already a victory over Liverpool. 】

After scoring the goal, Rossi fished the ball out of the net, and then with a big kick, sent the ball to the center circle and asked nearby teammates to set the ball up.

As he ran, he raised his hands and signaled the fans to be more enthusiastic and crazy.

Because of the game, it is not over.

After the goal, Rodgers used one last substitution to try to burn the last minute.

He finally understood why Eddie Howe was only replaced as a midfielder.

Because he believes that Rossi on the front line, with the support of his teammates, will definitely score.

Under the 8th, on the 29th.

At this moment, the eyes of the Liverpool captain were a little surprised and unwilling.

How could he be replaced at this time?

I still want to compete with this kid again.

Gerrard's eyes showed a hint of loss, and he took off the captain's armband as he trotted and put it on Henderson himself.

The stadium burst into applause, which was given to the Liverpool meritorious captain.

After Liverpool's kick-off, the fourth official raised his time card.

Stoppage time, 2 minutes.

Bournemouth began to press frantically again, and although there was no chance to turn the game, they did not give up until the referee blew the whistle.

Liverpool, after simply moving the ball at the back, suddenly sent a long ball to Lallana on the wing.

His under-cross hit Francis' leg and rolled off the line.

Corner kick.

There were only 50 seconds left until the end of the race.

Rossi moves towards the touchline to defend his opponent's tactical corners.

Sure enough, Lallana took a tactical corner and passed the ball to Markovic.

In the face of Rossi's up-and-coming, he directly kicked and passed back to his own half.

There were only 40 seconds left until the end of the race.

Rossi ran wildly, towards the opposing half.

The home fans saw a bolt of lightning from near the home team's penalty area and instantly rushed to the center circle.

The Liverpool defender, who received the ball here, saw Rossi stealing fiercely and immediately turned back to the goalkeeper.

Rossi went straight around him and rushed towards the opposing goalkeeper.

It was already the last few tens of seconds of the game, a 50-metre long sprint, and it was obvious to the home fans that Rossi's speed was decreasing as he ran, but he was still chasing, chasing the impossible ball.

Syllable!!!!

The applause was thunderous.

The goalkeeper distributed the ball to Sako on the left, and Rossi turned halfway through and ran towards him.

As he turned, he saw Wilson and Ryan Fraser rush over as well, forming a siege around Sacco.

Their legs were also like lead, and they didn't have a sharp speed, only the qi in their chests was supporting.

The back molars clenched tightly, and once relaxed, the breath was like a deflated ball.

After Sako passed back to the goalkeeper again, Jones got up to the midfield and the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

Almost simultaneously, the players of both teams collapsed on the turf, facing the sky, gasping for air.

What to celebrate, what to lose, all to be forgotten.

The fans gave a standing ovation and the applause lasted for a long time.

The outcome of the game is not so important anymore.

Gerald walked over and sat down next to Rossi.

"Hey, boy, good kick, what's your name?"

Rossi stretched out his arms, faced the sky, and said slowly:

"My name is Rosie and I'm ...... Tired of a horse! ”