It turns out that destruction has a strange beauty, which is really addictive.

When Makqin shoveled Messi's ball out of the sideline again, he thought so.

His opponent, their opponent, the Red and Blue Army, is like a beautifully decorated porcelain, giving people a primitive impulse to destroy it and then smash it!

Smash it!

This is a kind of pleasure to break the taboo. He did not expect that he and Guardiola have been entangled with the concept of beautiful football for more than a year. His first step is to destroy it.

The scene is suffocating!

Yes, less than ten minutes at the beginning, it was already suffocating!

All the players were panting. It was not tiring, but the tension and stagnation of the atmosphere. The sky above Anfield seemed to be shrouded by sound, and the suppressed air pressure was faltering in the surrounding stadium.

From the beginning, they once again created the largest decibel record at home in football. The stands were completely occupied by a red color. Today, most fans wear red shirts.

Just like the reserve knights of tens of thousands of legions, ready to stain the battlefield at any time.

But the team they supported in the field wore white away jerseys, because Barcelona's home and away jerseys are too close to the red, so they had to wear away jerseys.

The referee just gave the ball out of bounds, Messi panted and got up and double-teamed! , Liverpool really values ​​themselves, with Enrique in front, Gerrard in the back, and Mark Qin who is in ambush at any time next to him.

Barça’s pass was rarely stopped at Anfield, and Liverpool’s full-line contraction in the opening was not beyond their expectations, but their defensive pertinence was so strong that they were also beyond their expectations.

They don't want the ball, they just destroy it!

"Boom, Ole OleOle..., he's Anfield...", "Prince, Prince, Prince...", the momentary shouts went into the eardrums, every successful defense of Liverpool will usher in a tsunami, here The atmosphere is no less than Camp Nou.

Although the number of them is doubled!

Guardiola couldn't sit still a few minutes after the start of the game. He was anxiously commanding from the sidelines, shouting, rubbing his bald head, sometimes frowning, and sometimes watching.

He is not nervous, but has a perverted demand for the scene and control, and strives to do his best. He can quickly establish a pass and cut style of play in any team, not just relying on the ability of the players. Otherwise why can't others type it out.

It's his passing control system, the running position between the players, the linkage between each other, regardless of whether he has the ball or not, his players must always move again and keep moving.

They are always ready for the next pass and attack at any time. Their range of movement is very small and they form a suppression, so they don't consume much physical strength. This is the terrifying aspect of his tactical concept.

It is a double destruction of the opponent's mental and physical abilities.

But today he feels wrong. Why is Liverpool so accurate in their own goals? What they rarely see is not suppressed here, but only invalid possession!

And they control the ball because Liverpool did not control the ball at all. Once they broke the ball, they immediately gave the two midfielders a quick long pass to counterattack. If there is no chance, it is a big foot.

Harvey, Iniesta, the two key players in advance, are in great trouble. Once they have passed the middle circle, there will be two shadows on the guard. They rarely foul, just make you uncomfortable and let you not. Law moves forward!

Then he looked at his own right, his opponent's left, a magical stroke!

Who thought of replacing Gerrard? , Shouldn't it be Kuyt here? , Gerrard is now the top scorer in the Premier League! In addition to being able to return to defending Messi, his two unreasonable breakthroughs left Alves and Pique with lingering fears.

Liverpool cashed out all their attacks! , The game was about to go on for ten minutes, the shot ratio between the two sides was 4:1, and Liverpool were ahead!

Just now Henry made a forced breakthrough and barely made a cross. Eto'o grabbed a shot, but it didn't pose any threat.

What is Liverpool doing? He looked at the two white players who were inseparable to Xavi and Iniesta even without the ball, thinking that you really played a good hand.

"Wow, no one thought that the game was like this before the game," Peterson said gloatingly in the commentary. "I watched a lot of Barcelona games. They were cut so broken for the first time. Torres’s shot brushed the post and flew out of the baseline. It is now 1:0"

"Haha, yes, Liverpool's offensive threat is much greater than Barcelona's threat. Gerrard on the left and Torres on the right have directly suppressed the four defenders from moving," McManaman also said with a smile.

To be honest before the game, he was extremely worried. After all, Barcelona's offense was gorgeous and desperate, and the whole world had not figured out how to defend their offense.

But today Liverpool did it. Let’s not say that after ninety minutes, only ten minutes will be enough for Sammy Lee to become famous. I don’t know how many well-known coaches are watching this game!

Mourinho's eyes were bright as stars sitting on the sofa at home. This creative defense and oppressive counterpoint made him an eye-opener. Barcelona has always been his imaginary enemy. There are too many stories between them. But his tactical philosophy runs counter to Barcelona.

Is he a traitor? Pooh, only Catalans can be so self-righteous. When did Lao Tzu become yours? , Mourinho thought to himself.

"There is something to watch in this game," Peterson said eagerly. "I thought it would be Barcelona's one-sided, but I didn't expect it to be 50-50. Not to mention possession, Liverpool's offensive threat is even greater."

Alves sent out the ball, Barcelona's offense is still very difficult, because most of the time the ball is at the feet of those who are not good at organizing.

Alves, Yaya Touré, Eto'o, Alves again.

In the end, Alves reluctantly made a pass and went straight to the back point. The team's accustomed midway organization couldn't play. He had to use this method to end the attack, otherwise it would be troublesome for Gerrard to steal the ball.

Cahill quickly recovered, with a light tap, Renner quickly attacked, holding the ball in his arms, and then ran two steps directly with a big foot.

The ball flew high and went straight to the huge gap behind Alves.

The cross just now made Guardiola on the sidelines involuntarily flash back, wishing that he was Henry and went straight to the header.

But Henry is already 33, and the explosive power he relied on for fame has long since left him. He is not as fast as Cahill in this step, so there is no threat.

"Yaya, come back quickly and make up!" But before he was regretful, Liverpool's ball quickly flew into the Barcelona half. He had to jump and shout loudly for Toure to make up quickly. Bit.

Alves is still in the opponent's restricted area!

The ball drove a long way. Torres felt extremely happy on the wing. He liked this kind of game. There was a large racetrack for him to ride. He was not injured at this time. He was just 25 years old.

Trust the horse by the rein, ride the horse!

Of course, Pique was not as fast as him, so he caught up with the ball on the sideline close to the corner of the penalty area. This is Liverpool's attack!

The two of them are teammates of the national team, knowing the roots and knowing the bottom line, Pique did not dare to rush to grab. Valdes originally wanted to attack and destroy, but after a few runs, he hurriedly retreated.

After Pique came out, Marquis and Abidal automatically made up the penalty area, and it was Liverpool's counterattack, counterattack, counterattack! , These ten minutes of counterattack may be more than they played Real Madrid.

"Torres, he caught up to the ball again, Liverpool's counterattack!" Peterson hissed, why is this more exciting than Barcelona's offense.

Why is it so thrilling every time I see those few white figures flying, because they are really like a steel knife today, going straight, the knife is straight into the heart!

"Torres, Torres, he drove the ball to Pique", Peterson's tone was trembling and expectant, come on, get in one, get in his mother's.

Now every ball that can score Barcelona's goal will be praised because they are so **** hard to beat, and the difficulty has aroused public outrage.

Torres's dribbling was never complicated. He had a glimpse of Yaya Touré who had strode over to defend, and Pique pushed him to the bottom line again because there was no one in Liverpool in the penalty area.

Torres took the ball to a place two steps away from Pique, and suddenly stepped and tilted his body to the bottom line. This was a precursor to the start, and Pique had to move the center.

Then there was an emergency stop. The reason why Torres' power declined in the later period was because he could no longer play with his knees like this.

When Yaya Toure was about to come and close the door, he relied on an emergency stop to get out of the neutral position, and then pushed the ball diagonally to the top of the arc of the penalty area.

Because there is a white body there that has stepped on the wind, it is Gerald! Every time he fights back, he will be behind him. This is trust.

"Torres, pass the ball, he passed the ball, Gerrard..." Peterson exclaimed, "Liverpool's counterattack is simple and fatal. He can shoot long distance..."

Valdes prepared nervously for the second long-range shot of this heavy artillery. A few minutes ago, the pain in his palm had not been completely eliminated, and Abidal and Marques hurriedly tried to block it.

He received the ball.

"Boom..." The red stands blasted like a landslide and a tsunami, waiting for the shells to be delivered into the enemy's heart. This was a tactical suppression and an inevitable result!

However, the medium-to-heavy artillery did not come as expected. The opportunity is great, so good enough that Gerrard must make sure to hit it 100%!

Then he didn't stop or slow down. The outer instep of his right foot slammed on the ball quickly, and went straight to the left side of Abidal, the ribs of the penalty area.

He wants to completely shake the angle of the shot!

"Gerard, Gerrard, he, wading the ball..., he entered the penalty area..." Peterson's roar continued, and now there is no room for other voices.

"Abidal, Abidal, he is chasing Gerrard hard and shoveling..."

Gerrard took a straight step and reached the rib area. Then Marquis stayed in the small penalty area. Abidal shoveled and tried to block Gerrard's sideways volley!

The thighs are pulled up, and white is flying. This is a deadly steel knife, roaring in the dragon!

He also has a kind of trust, as happened many times in this game. Behind him, there will be Mark Qin, and he will definitely run up to meet him desperately.

Because today, there are only three of them who can throw themselves into the offensive unscrupulously. The others are all defensive-oriented. This kind of sacrifice cannot help him be absent at this time!

"Boom", the expected shot still did not come. Gerrard buckled and passed the ball back to the penalty spot. Then he couldn't control his balance anymore and fell back.

"Mark..." Peterson's voice was like calling, calling to return.

The white figure arrived as scheduled. He ran for nearly seventy meters, waiting for this moment, no accidents, and no accidents, even if there is no ball, he must appear in this position.

Because the three of them are the only three sharp knives!

The heartbeat of Valdes and Marquez suddenly missed a beat, because of this white, there is no one in front of them, no obstacles, Marquez has no time to turn around, and Valdes himself can only move to the middle of the goal~ lightnovelpub.net~ Then I didn’t wait long, I saw him, his right leg was pulled up, this time it was sturdy and tangled on the ball, he picked up a piece of grass clippings, and pulled up a bow. Bright moon.

"Boom..." This time it was really a blast!

A white light pierced through most of the empty goal on the left, violently set off the back net, set off a wave of red on the court, set off the white dance in the court, and set off the shouts of the whole world!

Because they are ahead, they are ahead of Barcelona.

Call me this name again, Barcel... Rona!

"Roar...", "Goooooooooal...", the blue veins of the shouting burst out, red blood, the shouting voice was hoarse, and the sky was boiling.

"Mark...GoalGoalGoal..., GoalGoalGoal..."

He lifted up his white jersey, revealing his beating chest, slid and knelt to meet, the red wave...()