The atmosphere at the Calderon Stadium is extremely hot, because this is their return to the European arena after a lapse of twelve years.

Mark Qin easily scored the penalty created by Valais, allowing Liverpool to take the lead in the 80th minute of the game, which may be the quasi-lose of the game.

Restart the ball.

A white-haired Mexican "Ping Democrat" Aguirre stood on the sidelines, loudly directing Atletico Madrid to invest in troops. He is a defensive coach, but any coach will give it a go at this moment.

Next, here, the last ten minutes of Atletico Madrid's attack, which won the group's two consecutive victories, can be described as violent storms, with the red city wall crumbling in front of the penalty area.

They no longer have the strength to launch a counterattack. Valle and Kuyt returned to their backcourt to participate in the defense.

Now Atletico is playing a two-four-four mad attack, and Aguero is more active than before, running around.

This legendary Argentine son-in-law, height and style are very similar to his national teammate Messi.

But the difference is also very big. Although the frequency of his right foot is already fast, it is not nearly as abnormal as Messi, so he is more like a short forward who relies on short-distance straight-line explosive power.

The direction of their attack is still Darby on the right, and the three midfielders in the middle have to run to help defend at any time. Now this scene and moment are too cruel for this talent and ability can only be described as a small defender.

I don't know if he will be severely hit with self-confidence after this game, but no one cares about this now. All the Red Army soldiers are using their bodies to build the Great Wall.

"Boom", a long shot, it was the sound of a hit in the chest.

It was Aguerola who broke through Darby to the ribs again, an inverted triangle passed to the top of the penalty area.

The Portuguese midfielder Macheni shot the ball and Agger bravely blocked the route from the ball to the goal with his chest.

The ball bounced to the outside and was controlled by Atletico Madrid. Time was slowly passing by. Maqin felt that the air in the court had begun to thicken, which was an illusion of fatigue and pressure.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Atletico, rushing, rushing", the cheering cheers of the fans in the surrounding stands were even louder than the whole game at this moment, and they were crazy.

Everyone knows that Liverpool are the Premier League champions and traditional giants. It must feel better to beat them.

Raúl Garcia once again took the ball from the wing. Valle had returned to the penalty area. In the second half, Miguel, who replaced Miguel, quickly bypassed Garcia and set the edge.

"Miguel, Lucas made up the defense to the wing. Now Darby is under a lot of pressure. Lucas waved Darby to withdraw from the penalty area," Walker said nervously.

He felt that these ten minutes were even longer than the previous eighty minutes, and Liverpool was too passive.

Aguero pulled to the wing again, Darby could only defend behind him, did not dare to play casually in the penalty area, his experience was still too lacking, and he did not go close.

Aguero pretended to break through to the bottom line, and turned around with an emergency stop on the outer instep, which was extremely easy.

To suffer.

Mascherano didn't care about the top arc of the big penalty area. He knew that Maqin would fill up there and ran towards Aguero.

Aguero, who was just 20 years old, showed the calmness of a shooter at this time. With his right foot, he watched Mascherano come up and grab the ball, making a pass to the penalty area, which caused Darby to subconsciously stretch his leg. Block, and then buckle his ankle!

To be bad.

Mark Qin watched Aguero pass Darby through the gear and went straight to the small restricted area. His explosive power and movement frequency in a small area are talents. Darby is far behind.

"Block his pass," Reina shouted and moved a step outside from the close corner, ready to block the shot.

Cahill strode up to the ground and stretched out his long legs, but he still could not stop Aguero who was on the edge of the small penalty area.

His left foot swiftly lifted and swayed quickly, drawing violently under the ball.

With a "bang" of the ball, Cahill flew over the right leg blocked by the shovel, and Renner's futile hands, who was too close to stand up, went straight to the upper corner, and lifted the net with a "huh".

"Boom..." At this moment, Makqin finally felt the landslide brought by the opponent's fans.

They were equalized by the lore!

"Ah..." All the Atletico players all followed the galloping Aguero to the sidelines, like a torrent!

"Oh," Renner fell to the ground, Cahill lay on the ground, Darby sat on the ground crying.

"Today Darby is a disaster, but he is not to blame. He is just 20 years old. For him, the pressure is too much. He has to face repeated bombings," Walker said lonely.

"The 90th minute of the game! The score is 1:1, and the goal is Sergio..."

"Aguero...", following the Spanish broadcast of the stadium, shouted in unison, as if they had won the game.

For Liverpool, it was a bit bitter, such a difficult situation. They had to carry it for 90 minutes, but they fell short in the last minute. The first Champions League victory did not know when it would come.

Mark Qin walked slowly towards Darby. He is now the captain on the field. Gerrard gave him the armband when he left the field.

Reina patted Darby sitting on the ground, comforting him, this kind of game might ruin his life.

But who can be responsible...

"Darby", Maqin dragged his armpit from behind and helped him up, turned to see his eyes flushed and tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...", he repeated this sentence unconsciously, on the verge of collapse.

Makqin knew this feeling. In his previous life, when he was in college, he played in the football cup final in the department. At that time, he played right-back, returned to the penalty area and was not calm, and gave his opponent an equalizing penalty.

In the end they lost the final and he regretted it for a few months.

What's more, in the Champions League, "Darby, Darby", he said to him with his hands on his shoulders.

"Although you haven't succeeded in defense once, the nervous performance is like shit!" He said solemnly, "but you have to remember that you are wearing red"

"You have ten comrades-in-arms, ten partners, they will never blame you, blame you, give up you, don't cry on the court, it will make them think we are women"

"Are you a girl? Answer me", he asked loudly.

Darby's eyes gradually focused, "No"

"Fuck it louder, I can't hear it!", he yelled frantically.

Darby's face was bloodshot, staring at Mark Qin, "No, I am not, I am not a **** girl!"

"Good brother! That's it," he slapped Darby on the shoulder and shouted, "Take the game as training. Whoever dares to underestimate you, just shovel me his mother!"

"Good brother, I know you can"

"I can, I can"

"Look up, we haven't lost yet." Maqin let go of Darby, turned and waved his arms upwards, encouraging his teammates. He was the captain on the field.

The youngest captain in the history of the Red Army!

Even less than twenty minutes!

On the sidelines, Sammy Lee and Gerrard saw the team being equalized, and they saw Maqin inspiring their teammates. They were a bit lost, but they were more gratified.

The Red Army, from generation to generation, has an unbroken heritage, and another flame has begun to burn.

"Oh... FK, **** you a bitch, this is Calderon!" Soon after the kick-off, the fans on the sidelines were instantly enraged.

Darby's fierce flying shovel sent Raul Garcia out of the sideline, his eyes were fierce like an eagle, and he ignored the yellow gems the referee took out!

The movement of raising the wrist constantly indicates that the game will end in a countdown. Perhaps it was after Atletico Madrid sent this sideline ball that Calderon shed a blood in the last ten minutes.

Miguel quickly threw the ball from the sideline, and Marcheni's big foot hanging to the penalty area was confiscated by Reina who attacked.

"Beep...beep...", the referee finally blew the whistle at the end of the game and Liverpool won the tie again.

Walker said lonely: "Eindhoven defeated Marseille 3:1 and Liverpool slipped to third in the group."

A large number of Liverpool teams sat on the ground as soon as the game was over, breathing heavily.

"Hey, Mark," Aguero walked to Maqin who was sitting on the ground and said and made gestures in simple English.

"Nice goal", Maqin got up and shook hands with him, said to him, and then exchanged jerseys. They had just met in Turin, Italy, the European golden boy two years ago.

Today, it's evenly divided.

After getting up, his legs trembled a little, and he didn't even dare to sit down. Together with Gerrard who entered the field, he called on his teammates scattered everywhere to thank the fans from afar.

Persistence, there will always be gains. It can be said that it is bad luck to be equalized, but if they do not persist, they may lose in the first 80 minutes. This is also a kind of luck.

God, I never give up those who persist, if you give up, maybe it's just you who persisted, not long enough.

...

Three days later, at Stamford Bridge, Scolari took the seat of Chelsea's head coach, and the Blues officially began the rapid change of coaches.

In this Premier League, Chelsea and Liverpool are all injured, Drogba, Ballack, Terry, Torres, Finnan.

The good news for Liverpool is that team deputy Carragher has finally returned. He can replace Finnan, otherwise Darby will definitely encounter the worst period of life.

Liverpool ranked their strongest defensive lineup, yes, it was defense. Gerrard returned to the center and partnered with Alonso, Kuyt went to the right and Aurelio was on the left.

Voronin stood in front alone.

Now Liverpool can't give up a game or a point in the league, they have no choice.

Makqin sat on the VIP bench behind the bench, watching the game on the court firmly. For them, the rest is persistence.

Scolari is also a defensive coach from the bottom of his heart. One of these famous coaches is counted as one, and none of them don't focus on defense, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed.

It's just that the defensive method and weight are different. Some scenes are good-looking, some scenes are ugly.

Scolari did not bring anything new to the Blues, but instead made them less rigid.

So although Liverpool played very conservatively, they didn't have the panic of the ten minutes after the game against Atletico.

Persistence will always pay off, but you don't know when God will remember you.

After the two teams had nothing to do in the first half ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the 65th minute of the second half, luck finally came.

Liverpool made a very simple backcourt advance. Aurelio took the ball to Chelsea's 40-meter area. He did not hit the bottom, but crossed before Chelsea's formation.

Gerrard crossed to Alonso again. Alonso has not scored a goal this season. In the 30-meter area, he bends the bow and fires. This kick is very Gerrard!

I saw the ball whizzing through the sky like a missile launched, and Cech's straight arm plunged into the boundary between the beam and the column, a blind spot!

"Ah...", you can imagine the red excitement at Stamford Bridge, Maqin jumped directly from his chair and rushed to the sidelines among the teammates celebrating wantonly.

He jumped up, shouting and cheering at Stamford Bridge, his face grim.

Now they are like a big grinding disc, gritting their teeth and pushing it to rotate continuously with their bodies, grinding pain, depression, unwillingness, and the dark front!

Persevere, persevere until the dawn of Yueyang, sea water burns...