The Liverpool team slowly walked back to their own half and prepared to kick-off. No one clapped loudly for encouragement, and no one was too frustrated and accepted the result very calmly.

The stand was just stunned by the goal, and the singing and cheering resumed.

As usual, they have completely kicked out their state and self-confidence in this game, and there is nothing to worry about being pulled back.

After all, they are Arsenal, the team with the second most goals in the league, still above Liverpool.

But in this game we can score more goals than you. This is a tacit consensus among the players of the whole team. The league champions are at your fingertips, and they have performed well in this game. These have begun to slowly nourish their domineering.

Many players are slowly undergoing a transformation and are accumulating the confidence that belongs to the championship team.

What's more, there is also a Maqin who stepped on the edge of the mysterious realm to direct the midfield.

Arsenal originally thought Liverpool would panic. After all, as long as they lose another ball, they will be eliminated, and they are also standing on the edge of the cliff.

But they did not see this expression from the Liverpool players, and even after re-starting the ball, facing their pressing, they were still the same rhythm, not too slow.

Easy to lift heavy weights.

They have been brought into a new world by Maekqin. Although they are still relatively jerky and not round enough, they can already see some prototypes.

Rhythm is a very mysterious thing. If Alonso is on the court today, it may be another script that fights back and forth. He didn't get the edge of the rhythm with the help of Magic Flute until late in Fatty An. Now He is just a passing master.

Organizing midfielders is different from forwards and defenders. It is a position with broad development space. In a century of football, there have been various midfielders, and there are far more types than other positions.

If you summarize the core characteristics of many organizations in the midfield, you can roughly divide them into these four types for easy understanding: passing master, midfield master, rhythm master, midfielder king!

Among them, 90% of the midfielders can't even touch the side of the passing master. Needless to say, the higher level, those are all classified as influential.

In fact, there are only three levels of the four types. The first two are the basics, and the rhythm is advanced, and can reach the level of the midfielder. It must be that the first three have been integrated and can be achieved.

The passing master, as the name suggests, is literal. The focus is on passing. The pass is accurate, stable, timely, and just right, providing a smooth ball path for the team's offensive control.

The midfielder needs to be obscure. The focus is on control. There are eleven opponents on the field, none of them are stubs. They will do everything possible to disrupt your organization and pass the ball. At this time, you need to rely on your personal ability. If you can't catch the ball, you can't hold it firmly, and you can't pass it under the defense of the opponent, no matter how good you pass the ball, it doesn't make sense.

Rhythm masters, that is to have their own rhythm, flash and move, unify the scattered parts of the original team under a rhythm, fast or slow, or rush or slow, making the opponent at a loss. The most important thing in this realm is Bring, bring teammates, bring opponents!

Not to mention the midfielder king, the world is so big that everyone can go, if you want the wind, you will be the wind, if you want the rain, you are the rain!

Mark Qin has been a fan for so many years, and only Pirlo and Zidane have seen the perfect rhythm on the court. Barcelona and Spain are the rhythm of the team, Xavi and Xiaobai have not reached this level in the end, let's not show.

Entering the room on the rhythm are Figo who has grown old, the magic flute under Fatty Ann, and others have more or less glimpses of the door.

In the 2006 World Cup, if Zidane had not performed his iron head skills, he would be a veritable midfielder, the first man in a century of football history!

In fact, even if he couldn't win the World Cup, in the later period of Real Madrid, he was already a true midfielder in terms of personal skills. As long as he is on the court, no one can take away the midfield rhythm from him.

It's just that there is no coronation crown. His status and recognition in the outside world are naturally greatly compromised. After all, this is a world that depends on the results.

(Maradona's king is a different matter. Messi has the opportunity to repeat his path. This will be shown later)

At that time, Zidane, who was on the verge of retirement, relied on his personal passing belt to bring France, who was in his twilight years, to the World Cup finals, eclipsing countless top stars.

Makqin hasn't realized so much yet. He only touched the mysterious threshold occasionally, the final few minutes of the first double red match against Arsenal, and the last 20 minutes of today's first half.

Once touched, I feel infinitely vast and drunk.

It was the pinnacle of a personal skill, the ability to grasp the overall situation, and the graceful demeanor that disappeared between talking and laughing.

Even if he just touched the threshold again, combined with the strong defensive and striker strength of the Liverpool team, this team has been renewed in a short time and demonstrated a reassuring dominance.

That's right, the fans in the stands are enough to testify that they can not understand the tactics, the situation, and the words, but after years of watching football, they will have an intuition, worry, worry, and peace of mind.

Now they are at ease. It is a belief that the team will win. It can't be said, but they know that the difference is only the time when the goal arrives and the different process.

"Liverpool's playing is not hurried or slow, Mark, another kick, Gerrard did not rush up, he took it back and gave it to Mascherano..." Peterson was reopening The scene was explained after the ball.

"How do I feel that Liverpool was totally different in the second half," he questioned.

McManaman is also very strange. Liverpool, whether in the era of Houllier or Benitez, are known for their **** impact and tough defense, and this kind of control is rarely seen.

They will launch rounds of assaults under the command of Alonso’s turret time and time again. It is not so complicated, and they are all recruiting blood.

McManaman has only been a technical winger in his life, and his accomplishments in this area are not high enough. He can see that Mark is an excellent midfielder. However, it is not him who is the specific excellent method and what changes it will bring. It can be analyzed.

Especially in the second half, Makqin’s edge has been reduced, and the rhythm of the team has risen. All he needs to do is to simply pass the ball in the right position. There is no need to mobilize like the first half. Teammates, connect them.

A well-tuned team doesn't need the coach to do anything.

He shook his head, "It's not easy to say, maybe Benitez has some arrangements during the intermission. Liverpool did not show a particularly strong desire to attack in the second half. Are they just preparing to fight back?"

It stands to reason that Wenger should be happy when he recovered a ball, but he still frowned. His more than ten years of coaching experience told him that something seemed wrong.

The more stable Liverpool is, the more people feel hairy.

Several Arsenal players in the front court, especially Walcott, are now feeling particularly frustrated. They thought that to recover a ball, Liverpool might be chaotic. They strengthened the press and had a great chance to tie the score in a short time.

As a result, he ran back and forth several times. The ball was still at Liverpool's feet. With a little risk, the Liverpool team player would quickly move the ball to a safe place. He couldn't find a way out and could pass back.

His hateful roommate, Mark, can always appear in a key position to pick out the ball that his teammates really can't handle, and send it to a safe place.

Gradually, Arsenal's press is no longer so powerful. The more in vain, people will have inertia in their hearts. Anyway, they can't get it. Why should we waste our energy fearlessly?

When Makqin received the ball again, he keenly felt the difference, the Arsenal players, came up not so quickly!

They have lost confidence in the initiative to press and can only wait for Liverpool to make a mistake and hand over the ball.

Makqin did not pass the ball again this time, instead he smashed the ball sideways from the midfield and asked Adebayor, who had acted like a pretender, to move forward with the ball slowly.

Although he didn't know why, his instinct told him that it was time to launch an attack, so he did it.

The Liverpool team suddenly got the signal from the starting gun and quickly looked for the most suitable offensive position near them.

"Mark, he drove the ball into Arsenal's half-time, Diaby and Walcott from the wing came up, he handed it to Lucas who came over, and Lucas gave a diagonal push to the wing. Enrique on the go," Peterson also realized that Liverpool were about to start attacking.

The singing in the stands gradually became louder, like playing a prelude to fate, waiting for the moment when the end of the chapter.

Kuyt leaned on Eboe and received Enrique's pass near the corner of the penalty area. Instead of entangled in the spot, he buckled his foot behind him, and a gust of wind blew Eboe's side.

It was not Enrique, but Maqin. He took Diaby straight to the wing, then before Diaby could catch up with him, he pulled the ball and turned around.

With a flick of an ankle and a straight push, the ball passed through the two long legs that had just stood firmly and went straight to the big penalty area.

Diaby squeezed his legs subconsciously and turned to look back.

"Enrique..." Peterson finally yelled out, because he saw Enrique did not hold on the sideline, but crossed Kuyt and led Walcott directly along the sideline of the penalty area like wind. restricted area.

When the person arrives, the ball arrives, take advantage of the trend, and go to the baseline.

Diaby didn't care about Mark Qin anymore. He, Toure, and Walcott behind, rushed towards Enrique in a three-sided manner.

"Enrique, he has reached the bottom line, do you want to pass in front of the goal? Beautiful, at such a critical moment, he actually played a flower job, and the back heel knocked the ball directly behind him..."

"Makqin, he got the ball in the penalty area", Eboe, who was taken to the penalty area line, quickly let go of Kuyt and went back to block Maqin, where he could shoot directly.

"...Through the wind, through the rain...", the singing in the stands became even louder, and Arsenal's defense on the right was completely messed up!

He took a step directly with his right foot and gently shoveled at the bottom of the ball. Before Eboe and Diaby came up, the ball flew lightly and went straight to the outside of the far post.

Clichy, who was recovered into the small penalty area, just wanted to jump ~lightnovelpub.net~ and felt that he could not reach the ball, so he turned and prepared to defend.

But Gerrard didn't give him this opportunity. He quickly jumped in, faced such a comfortable ball, headed the ball directly, and returned the ball to the penalty area near the baseline.

"You will see the sky soon...", the singing of the fans in the stands reached the peak, as the unguarded Kuyt ran to the small penalty area with a burst of shots, there was a boom!

"boom……"

The futile and helpless Almunia, as well as Gala who was too late to turn around, only felt a gust of wind whizzing, breaking the net!

"Goal...al...al, Kuyt, he swiftly pushed in, shot a shot, the ball is close at hand, Arsenal has nothing to do!, the game is over, Arsenal is absolutely impossible within ten minutes Two more goals for Liverpool, Liverpool advance to the semi-finals!" Peterson decided the fate of Arsenal with the loudest shout.

"Beautiful teamwork, it is rare to see Liverpool play such a complicated offense, but I just want to say, beautiful, so beautiful!" McManaman also shouted.

"Oh oh oh oh oh... we are the champions, we are the champions", the stands were mesmerized.

Liverpool's players near the penalty zone ran to the bottom to hug each other. They were happy but not passionate, as if this was the result of coming sooner or later.

"Beautiful", "beautiful", "beautiful", they complimented each other, and they didn't know who said it was beautiful or who shot it beautifully.

Tonight, they played heartily!

Only Makqin seemed to be thinking about something. He couldn't tell the truth. It seemed far and near, but at this stage of the rhythm, how could it be so easy to touch, let alone mastering it even with ease.

There is no actual combat, no entry!