LRAB Chapter 456
Chapter 456
In football, there is no winner, only the strong win.
Every powerful football team in history has had its downfalls, and today, it seems that Manchester City will be the side that has downfalls.
32 minutes of the game.
Trailing 0:2, Manchester City, who kicked off again, handled every pass carefully and avoided every press from Liverpool players.
Football.
Finally, Manchester City sent the ball into Liverpool's attacking third zone.
Knight dribbled the ball.
The rest of Manchester City players also followed suit and advanced the formation, with all the midfield players pressing forward, including Zambrotta and Sun Jihai who were advancing.
The pressure of falling behind.
Manchester City's players urgently needed a goal to start the first shot to recover the situation, and more people participated in this attack.
Then...
"Oops!"
"The ball is lost!!"
"Knight lost the ball!"
"Knight's cross is really bad, it was directly blocked by Sissoko!"
"Sissoko!"
"Long pass in the middle!"
"Long kick to support Liverpool's counterattack!"
"Gerrard!"
"No one is guarding?!"
"Gerrard!"
"Explosion in the middle!!"
Anfield was once again filled with cheers from the Red Army fans, Gerrard was like a Mercedes-Benz red F1 car!
At lightning speed!
He shook off the chasing Manchester City players.
He rushed across the center line with the ball and rushed into Manchester City's front court.
Then!
Gerrard suddenly turned around and slammed the ball 25 meters away from the goal!
The football turned into a long rainbow.
It went straight into Manchester City's goal.
This was a super long shot with a tricky angle and full of power!
In any goal collection, it is also a world wave that makes people shine.
James made a desperate save.
But he could only watch the football go into the dead corner of the goal.
In an instant.
Anfield Stadium was like boiling water, falling into madness.
In the ESPN live broadcast room, Zhan Jun also shouted at the top of his voice.
"GGGG---OOOO---AAAA---LLLL!"
"GGGOOOAAALLL!"
"GOAL!!!"
"Gerrard!!"
"Super long-range world wave!!"
"The ball goes in!!"
"The ball goes in!!"
"3:0!!!"
"Crazy, Liverpool is completely crazy!"
"Crouch's goal seems to be the picture of the last second. Less than 2 minutes later, Liverpool scored again!"
"In the 32nd minute of the first half, Liverpool has taken a 3-goal lead!"
Manchester City fans in the ESPN live broadcast room are really panicking now.
I came to watch the game with the idea of defeating Liverpool four times.
The result.
There were still more than 10 minutes left in the first half.
Manchester City was like being bullied by Liverpool, and scored 3 goals! ?
- [Ward sent!!!]
- [Damn it, what's going on? Did all the Manchester City players go to the nightclub yesterday? What's the difference between this defense and paper? ]
- [Liverpool really let out their confidence. Gerrard dared to shoot this ball directly? And he could score? ! ]
- [Oh, I can't stand it anymore! My colleague who likes Liverpool is going to be rude to me now. ]
- [Today's game didn't look like Manchester City... No, today was Manchester City, but it was Manchester City in the fucking relegation season. ]
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On the court.
The shouts and cheers of the Red Army fans at Anfield continued.
Gerrard's hands trembled and he clenched his fists. Liverpool players rushed up one by one and hugged each other.
Layer after layer, hugging each other tightly.
Miracle.
Anfield Stadium is performing a miracle!
Manchester City's players stood there blankly.
Su Fei scratched the back of his head.
To be honest.
I really didn't expect that Liverpool was in such a good state today, while their own defense line was in such a bad state.
These three goals.
Liverpool's instigation was very fast. I was already trying to return to defense, but Liverpool sent a shot before I arrived in the penalty area.
On the side of the court.
Benítez was almost laughing, and the fat on his face piled up together. He laughed and looked at Stuart not far away.
"Hey! Stuart!"
Stuart looked over with a dark face, and then saw Benítez arrogantly pointing at the scoreboard on the big screen.
3:0! !
What a bright red and dazzling number.
How long has it been?
The old man hasn't been so angry for a long time, since Manchester City achieved great success last season.
Only himselfWhen he was leading, he had no right to provoke his opponent.
But today.
This sense of humiliation made Stewart return to his former Manchester City player period...
Hiss!
Huh!
Hiss!
Huh!
Stewart forced himself to turn his head and took deep breaths to control his emotions.
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But the emotions suppressed in his heart broke out at the end of the first half when Manchester City returned to the player tunnel with a 0:3 deficit.
Stewart, who had just entered the locker room with the team, punched the locker door.
Boom!
Knight looked up.
The old man happened to hit his own locker.
But he quickly lowered his head again.
Knight could still distinguish between playing tricks and seeking death.
At this time, daring to say a word of nonsense was equivalent to bumping into the old man's gun.
The other Manchester City players also shrank their heads like ostriches.
0:3 at halftime!
Including Su Fei, there was no player who played well in the first half today.
The pass success rate was less than 75%, the ball possession rate was only 43%, 3 shots, 0 shots on target!
"Fxxxk! Fxxxk! Fxxxk!"
"This is simply the worst, most disgusting and ugliest game we have played in the past two seasons!"
"You don't look like you are playing on the field, but like you are sleepwalking on the field. You should not be wearing jerseys, but pajamas!"
"This is not a fucking pajama party!"
"This is a game! This is a game between us and Liverpool! That's Liverpool!"
"Three goals in the first half?!"
"In the second half..."
"Six! Are we going to be fucking scored six goals?!!"
The visiting team's locker room was silent, and the players didn't dare to breathe, waiting for Stuart to vent his emotions.
Of course.
Being scolded by Stuart was still useful.
Many people feel that they have become more awake.
Sometimes.
Chicken soup is needed.
Sometimes.
Some pressure and scolding are needed to awaken the players' state and fighting spirit.
And today.
It is obviously more suitable to criticize rather than chicken soup.
Seeing the players' expressions of deep reflection, Stuart lowered his voice, and his voice became a little hoarse because of the roar just now.
"That's it."
"I think our tactics in the first half are fine."
"The most important thing is you, you have to understand what you should do on the court, when to pass, when to run, and when to put pressure on the opponent."
The truth that Stuart has always believed in.
A loud drum does not need a heavy hammer.
Manchester City today is not lacking in talent.
The most important thing.
Is whether the players can wake up and get back to their state in the second half.
However.
0:3 behind.
Including Stuart himself, no one has any expectations of a comeback.
The only good news.
This is just an ordinary Premier League match, not a Champions League knockout match.
In the corner.
After Su Fei finished eating a banana.
He picked up another one, peeled it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
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