Professor Wenger stood up again, but this time he raised his arms and cried out, an away goal is worth a thousand dollars.

Just this one goal brought both sides back to the same starting line, and Liverpool's advantage disappeared.

"Comeon", Gerrard and Carragher slapped together, inspiring the spirit of teammates.

Mark Qin was comforting Lucas, "Hey, Luca, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself"

"That's my defensive zone. It would be nice if I could run faster." He finally made a mistake that was not a mistake when he could play in this type of competition. Frustration is for sure.

"Hey, Luca, we are the league champions, the champion team is not like this"

No team will not be scored, and no team can always win. It is important to muster the most passionate fighting spirit to meet the next battle.

Arsenal's players celebrated wildly on the sidelines, and they stepped up from the abyss again.

There was a brief silence at Anfield and the equalization within a short period of time was a blow to both the players and the fans.

But in terms of mental tenacity, few fans in the world can compare with Liverpool fans.

After a while, there was a noise from Anfield again, and the singing that you would never walk alone came again.

Mark Qin raised his hands and gave a high-five in response to the stand.

"Papa", "Papa", in a short while, the whole audience spontaneously followed his rhythm with high-five hands. Numerous arms waved in the stands, the rhythm was uniform and spectacular.

They believe that they will be able to advance.

"If my brother becomes a star, he must be a typhoon!" Aiming said while watching Maqin, who was particularly typhoon on the court.

"Sanny", Sam said with a smile beside him, "Your brother is now a star, even more star than many stars!"

Mark Qin stood on the court, and compared to being a star, he only wanted the winner tonight.

"Arsenal seized an excellent opportunity to counterattack," McManaman said. "Liverpool should respond as soon as possible. If Arsenal scores another goal, Liverpool will have to score two more goals. Increase the difficulty of their promotion"

Benitez pushed his glasses and waved his arms on the sidelines to keep the players unaffected. This kind of goal can only be attributed to luck.

If Skrtel leans a bit or has more strength, he may not score this goal.

But luck on the court can patronize you once or twice, not forever, and ultimately depends on strength.

"Let's go through the storm together..." After Liverpool restarted the ball, the fans raised their scarves again, like building a bridge to victory in the entire stadium.

"Hey, hey, Luca", Maqin yelled after receiving Lucas's knockback ball, and another beautiful pick was passed to Enrique on the wing.

Hleb was transferred away, Diaby came up, Enrique quickly crossed the ball to him, and the ball of his outside instep was handed to Kuyt on the side.

"Pretty, Mark missed the ball, Lucas received a cross from Kuyt, and he also left Diaby," Peterson said.

"Mark is the midfield organizer of this game, and his performance will greatly affect Liverpool's offense," McCain said.

Makqin also thinks so, but he is still working hard to find a rhythm with his teammates. After all, this is not u18, and the whole team can't cooperate with his ideas.

He must reduce the passing errors due to lack of understanding, which is equivalent to giving Arsenal a counterattack opportunity.

Zidane looked at Maqin on the court and felt that he was better in these ten minutes than when he first started.

Although he doesn't have the sharp assault and scalpel-like direct pass, in his eyes, this is the essential quality of a midfield commander, that is, to control the game!

At Old Trafford that year, the alien Ronaldo performed a hat-trick. Many people thought that he was the star of that game, but more professionals would not ignore Qi Dan.

His 100% pass success rate, 0 turnovers and 0 steals in that game fully explained what a perfect midfielder is.

In Zidane's eyes, a midfielder must not focus on assists, and goals are not right. That is the task of the striker.

A good midfielder must first be a commander. Have you ever seen a commander charge in the front every battle?

They are always creating murders behind the scenes, goals and assists are just appendages in the process of organization and control.

"Mark retraced and received a cross pass from Gerrard, to pass the restricted area..."

Just now the ball slid in the forty-meter area of ​​Arsenal from left to right. Gerrard did not have a chance to look at the wing and passed the ball back.

Markin caught the ball and lifted Flamini's head, Senderos struggling to take off without touching the ball.

"Torres, stop the ball in the chest, Gala pressed him tightly in the penalty area and shot..."

Torres turned around and was squeezed out of the ball, only to touch the ball with his toe, and the ball bounced back on Gala's leg. Clichy recovered a long pass to make a clearance.

"Mascherano withstood Fabregas, Mark, beautiful, he fell to the ground in time and swept the pass and swept the ball that Fabregas hadn't controlled yet to Lucas..."

The rhythm is slowly entering Liverpool's orbit, and their offense is like a high tide wave, wave after wave.

Lucas handed the ball to the defense, giving Maqin time to get up and running again. Arsenal's formation was pressing outward.

Makqin is slowly entering a state, a state he once played against Arsenal, but it was the Champions League, against the Arsenal youth team.

He made Arsenal's small-range pass and cut completely failed, because most of the ball in the game was at the feet of the Liverpool youth team.

It's just that he is still close to the goal, he hasn't completely forgotten himself, his opponents, and he has forgotten about winning or losing. Only football.

So he got up and ran without stopping. It was fast. It felt like the whole green field had become a chessboard. He jumped out and became a player. The mountain is no longer a mountain.

Football is just a series of flying routes!

Running to the back waist area, "Team lieutenant, give it to me", he shouted to Carragher, how to be a commander if you don't command others!

Carragher was taken aback. He had never seen such a domineering Maqin. He was usually more like a humble boy. Although he was radiant sometimes on the field, he was a very peaceful and gentle boy off the field.

It was a kind of momentum, a kind of magic, only football in his eyes, let him fly according to his wishes...

Put an end to all accidents!

"Pretty," Peterson exclaimed sincerely.

Mark Qin made a beautiful half-turn, and with a heel knock, he passed Fabregas who had come to rob him.

Use the easiest way!

Fabregas hurried to the brakes, but Maqin had already passed the ball with one kick and ignored his entanglement.

He stared firmly at the ball rolling to Abeloa's feet. Next, he should push forward.

He ran to the right midfield, waiting for a possible return from Gerrard, and the football arrived as scheduled.

"What did I see?" McManaman cried out in surprise, "He is an elf!"

With a light tiptoe, the ball flew obediently, over the top of Flamini's head who was rushing over, and fell leisurely.

One foot was just right, caught the falling ball, took a trip forward, and went straight to the top of the arc of the big penalty area.

"Mark, Mark, he picked the ball lightly, after Flamini, he was like a stake"

Peterson had a feeling that he would once again be fortunate to witness the opening of Pandora's Box, which was completely unexpected.

Performance!

No greenery, no cheers, only black and white balls, rolling obediently.

Diaby looked at the boy who was swaying from side to side and stepping on a bicycle. Before he could react, he gave his left foot to Lucas who was plugged in, and had to turn back and chase him.

Toure's inertial pressure must stop Lucas from advancing. He has no time to complain about Flamini, who has been easily passed by, because he is trying to catch up.

Stop!

Flamini ran behind Maqin, "Luca!" The ball returned to his feet obediently.

This is an atmosphere, like a depressed air pressure, you will pass the ball to him unconsciously.

"Pretty", this is the first few times that Peterson has said this word.

Facing the ball coming back from Lucas, Mark Qinwai shook his instep dexterously, turning out an outward-spinning arc and heading straight to the left of the penalty area, and Enrique inserted like the wind.

The ball just landed at the foot of his running, and he made a diagonal trip to the bottom line.

Several cooperations in the middle caused Arsenal to shrink the line of defense unfreely. When the balloon flew over their heads, they realized later that the side road was empty!

"Enrique..., he entered the penalty area", Eboe and Touré frantically blocked his cross.

"Enrique, cross..."

He did not choose to drop the ball directly into the penalty area because the players in the penalty area were too crowded, and there was Toure's flying shovel, but he passed back to the top of the arc in the penalty area.

There is Maqin who is bending the bow and shooting arrows, and is flying towards the top of the arc of the penalty area.

Senderos didn't dare to rush forward this time. He turned his head and looked at Torres, and stood firmly in the penalty area, staring at the rushing Maqin, ready to block his long shots.

Of course, the more important thing is to guard against his through.

Almunia stared nervously at the movement in front of the penalty area, and at the same time watched Torres' running position from time to time. He still remembered the deadly scalpel that just opened.

"Mark, Mark", Peterson looked at Mark Qin who was suddenly speeding up, expecting him to take a volley, which would directly detonate the audience.

But even he thought about it, and the Arsenal defender naturally thought that Diaby, Senderos, and Flamini in the back were all guarding against his long shots.

Flamini will not stingy with fouls when necessary.

The ball flew around an arc, and it was near the penalty zone line, which was just right for the height of a volley. Maqin faced the ball and made a volley.

Flamini has stretched out his hand to hold his jersey, ready to pull it as soon as he exerts his strength and disturb his balance.

Many forwards kicked shots are influenced by this defensive strategy. Experienced defensive players know how to find the perfect balance between fouls and limited defense.

Feeling the surroundings, Makqin immediately gave up the idea of ​​volleying, and changed it to the end.

"Boom", the collision of the ball and the arch of the foot made a soft sound, even if Flamini grabbed his jersey, it still did not affect his movements.

Because he just raised his leg to find a good angle.

Almunia stood one meter outside the goal ~lightnovelpub.net~ following Maqin's movements, he was about to squat and flop.

But I didn't expect that the ball didn't fly over at extreme speed, but flew high first and went straight to the dead corner on his right.

Almunia took two tight steps, quickly flew sideways, and straightened his arms strenuously.

But the ball still slowly passed over his palm, and then began to fall, close to the junction of the beam and the post, straight into the net!

"Goal...al...al" Peterson screamed with all his strength, "Volley lob shot, lob shot again! Van der Sar's depression has not disappeared, Almunia joined him again..."

"Boom..." The moment the ball crossed Almunia's palm, the audience boiled again.

Diaby and Senderos, who subconsciously turned their backs, stared blankly at the ball falling into the net, dumbfounded...

I wrote this chapter at noon. I was not satisfied. I took time to change it all afternoon. I was still not satisfied. I was very dissatisfied. This chapter should be the climax, I don’t know why I can’t write that feeling, bother o?o