Green Life

"Restart the investigation, restart the investigation", a tsunami has almost formed over the Anfield Stadium.

Because Cahill lifted his jersey and it was in front of the camera, this time they didn't take off their clothes collectively like in the League Cup, they just gathered around Cahill and shouted!

With hundreds of live broadcast signals, Liverpool people's battle to rectify their names was spread to millions of households all over the world.

"Kicker": Liverpool vows to regain the justice of the year!

"L'Equipe": A story about a 20-year persistence.

"World Sports Daily": Twenty years of reincarnation.

"A certain wave net": the story of Liverpool people.

For a while, it seemed that the focus of the game had changed, starlight was no longer important, and history stood in the foreground.

This has been the theme of recent Liverpool games.

In Downing Street, the prime minister's office rarely played a live football broadcast, and countless British politicians and people who were concerned about this matter were sitting in front of the TV and waiting for this moment to come.

In just one week, with three hugely influential games, this matter has become very popular.

In the first half of the game, the game was overwhelmed by the crowd, and it ended hastily. Regardless of the process or the result, no one except Liverpool fans may be satisfied!

"This is not Real Madrid, F**K, F**K", Ramos mumbled and walked off the court, he could hardly restrain himself, damn it, I'm in Real Madrid, not Seville Ya, this is fucking shit!

Raul was near him, when he heard it, he ran over and hugged him, "Hey, hey, Sergio", he whispered, "Don't do this, remember we are away, no matter what the coach arranges, we can't Let them see the joke"

All the neutral fans who understand football feel a little dissatisfied. Damn, I thought it was a big meal, and I put on the tablecloth, but you show me this?

Zidane sat in the stands for 45 minutes and saw nothing, save for a brilliant pass from Marco in a flash of inspiration.

There is no need for organization, and there are few counterattacks. I only saw the ball being forcibly sent to Real Madrid's penalty area again and again, and then it was either destroyed, blocked, or saved by Casillas. That's when Liverpool took a chance.

Cahill's low shot went through countless thigh gaps,

Go straight into the far corner and that's the end of the first half.

"Shh...", boos from the visiting team's stands were everywhere, and the Meilingers who came with the team would no longer be polite, even if it was at Anfield and it was an away game, they would be laughed at, but they have always been like this, Picky!

This is Meilinger, this is Real Madrid fans, they know what real Madrid is!

Capello was not surprised to hear the boos. Two years ago, he was at the Bernabeu, and he also had a similar defensive counterattack. At that time, he often won games and won the league championship.

What is the result, there are still overwhelming boos, the head coach of Real Madrid is one of the most difficult head coach positions in the world.

In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with what Juande did. Ugly is ugly, and ugly is ugly. If he dares to attack at Anfield, Real Madrid will definitely be beaten!

He can be sure of this, and if he doesn't say anything else, just say that his midfield formation and space for Liverpool's two midfielders must be dead.

There is also one in which he is proud of improving the England midfielder. Real Madrid's current midfielder is really not enough.

In addition to the boos of the fans in white, there were also hearty laughter from the Liverpool fans, "Haha, this is Real Madrid!"

Calderon was sitting in the chairman's box with a very ugly face. David Moores was still in the hospital, and Parry was with him today.

What's the use of winning the away game with such an ugly game? Real Madrid fans will still be dissatisfied, and he will still lose support!

SHIT, is Juan De's head all straw?

If he didn't have the remaining sanity, he might have to go to the locker room to scold him.

Juande didn't worry about gains and losses as he thought. He followed Real Madrid's players into the channel expressionlessly. Small people can rise, and they all have a strong heart.

"I know you are not satisfied, and even think we are kicking shit," Juande said, closing the locker room door with a bang, looking at the faces of Real Madrid players.

Some were angry, some were helpless, some didn't care, and some were out of line. Juande also had a headache. Real Madrid's dressing room may be the most difficult dressing room in the world to manage.

The interests and forces involved in it are intricate, and countless big brokers are playing tricks inside.

"To be honest, I wasn't disappointed in the first half because our defense only gave them one chance that wasn't a chance and they were lucky to score"

But since he is sitting in this position, he has to endure a lot of helplessness. He is not a star coach, and he has no way to go except relying on defense to win results.

How can a gorgeous offense be trained in just a few months? How much time have they gone through to run-in and brew for the opposite Liverpool to be able to play like this.

"This is not Real Madrid, but this is Real Madrid now. I know some of you are not convinced, but I will not bet on the Champions League knockout to prove that I am right"

He even began to grit his teeth secretly, showing a hint of ferocity on his face, "We still have to defend in the second half! Even if we lose the game 0:1, it will be a success for us, because we still have the Bernabéu!"

"Boom," he patted the tactical board, "I'm still the coach here. If anyone doesn't follow the tactics in the second half, I will definitely replace him, no matter who he is."

Everyone in Real Madrid had a dull atmosphere. They didn't refute but they didn't agree either. They felt that maybe they shouldn't come to Anfield. In La Liga, as long as they don't touch Barcelona, ​​they are still a strong team. When they came here, they seemed to have torn off the last fig leaf.

"Is this Real Madrid?" Everyone in Liverpool asked such questions as soon as they arrived in the locker room.

Ma Keqin also couldn't figure out the arrangement of the head coach of Real Madrid. He had all the skills in the first half and didn't show it at all.

He also intends to let the Real Madrid stars see what Anfield is and what Liverpool is at Anfield.

The result was like a punch in the cotton. Real Madrid's three defenders supplemented the defense and restricted the space in front of the penalty area. He tried to open the gap in the middle several times but failed.

He had no choice but to switch to the wing, and Cahill's accidental insertion broke the deadlock. Otherwise, although Real Madrid's first half was ugly, it can definitely be called a success in terms of score.

At this time, Sami Lee's shortcomings were shown. Facing such a strict defense, he really didn't have many ways to attack.

"Juande's strategy in this game was beyond my expectations," he said frankly, "Fortunately, our score in the first half achieved its goal."

"Don't concede the ball, this is what we need to pay attention to in the second half", he continued, "We have to be patient when we attack"

...

"We must win, we must win!", the Liverpool generals formed a circle to cheer for themselves at the beginning of the second half.

1:0 is not a safe score, they still need to continue to attack and lay a solid foundation for the second round.

"The second half of the game is about to start," Peterson said while looking at the screen off the court, "Let's see if Juand has the guts to attack in the second half."

McManaman thought that you might be disappointed. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Since Juande coached, he has always been labeled as tough."

"Liverpool, Liverpool, gogo", Angelina Jolie looked at her excited son beside her, shaking her head and laughing.

"Ah... well", she saw her son suddenly holding his head in disbelief and worry, what's wrong?

She turned her head to look at the field. The game didn't look good to her. She likes Liverpool but is not a fan. To be honest, she can't understand it.

A group of white clothes are cheering and flying on the sidelines.

"Goaaaaaaaaaal..., Raul, Raul, he saved Real Madrid, Real Madrid equalized the score", Peterson was also amazed by this unexpected goal.

An ordinary attack by Real Madrid, Higuain kicked the ball in Agger's leg from the baseline and won a corner kick.

It was this corner kick that caused an accident.

Ramos received a corner kick from Robben at the front point and competed with Alonso. He caught the ball, but he didn't go in the direction of the goal, but went outside the small penalty area.

With his back to the goal, Raul stopped the ball in mid-air with his foot, but he didn't have a chance to turn around. The Liverpool defender behind him blocked all the space for him to turn around.

That is Raul, it can only be Raul.

I saw that before the ball stopped, he kicked the outer instep of his right foot to the lower part of the ball, because he knew that he would have no chance when the ball stopped.

Reina didn't expect that he could still shoot in this situation. He was not prepared enough for the ball to the far post, so he could only watch the ball into the net helplessly.

"Gonzalez...Raul..., he is really an elf in the penalty area. In the second half of Real Madrid, it was just such a chance that was not a chance, but he turned it into a goal," Peterson shouted.

Seeing the ball hit the net, Juande ran along the sideline excitedly, raising his arms and shouting, as long as we reach the top 8, we will break through the best results in the past few years.

Who will remember that the kick is not beautiful!

Ma Keqin looked helplessly at the Real Madrid players who were celebrating excitedly at the top of the penalty area, what the hell!

This was definitely an ending he didn't expect in advance. They were still attacking Real Madrid in the second half, but after more than 30 minutes, they became the side that scored.

Football, hehe, he lifted his jersey and covered his head and walked towards the midfield...

"Mark, the curve ball, forced a shot from outside the penalty area, Casillas, lifted the crossbar", Peterson shouted, "Liverpool launched a crazy attack, Casillas made at least three saves in this game. ball"

"Gerrard, long shot, blocked, Alonso, shot...", Peterson yelled, "Oops, just missed the post"

"Real Madrid's two Diarras are on the field, he replaced Raul, Juand will stick to the end of the game"

The atmosphere of the entire stadium was almost stagnant at this time, the red was shouting frantically, and the white was silent without words. Facing this scene and the score, they were also a little tangled.

Results, or scenes?

When did this become a multiple-choice question for Real Madrid?

"Return, return!" Juand called nervously to the players on the field. Robben had already been replaced, and his name was Sneijder.

The referee looked at his watch. Mark Qin caught the ball and hoisted it directly into the penalty area. Dirk Dirk fought hard for the top, but the ball was confiscated by Casillas.

"Beep...beep...", the ending is unreasonable, and the ending is depressing!

Ma Keqin was panting heavily, as if he had crashed on a big stage, a little lonely!

He took many shots in this game, but after all, he didn't bring Liverpool a victory!

The players on both sides were unanimously disappointed. Liverpool players were dissatisfied with the score, and Real Madrid were dissatisfied with the scene. The stands fell silent.

Then slowly, "Shh..." came overwhelmingly.

Red fans are booing their opponents!

The fans in white are booing the cowardice of the players on the field!

Neutral fans booing a ruined game!

Only Juand held his head high, this is the result we need most, and he got the opportunity as he wished!

Calderon left in a hurry, he had a stomach full of anger to vent on Juand, F**K! , I came here to let you see me off stage?

The interweaving of countless factors made what should have been a wonderful game completely unrecognizable!

"Aren't you very disappointed?" Gerald walked to the side of Mark Qin who was squatting, and followed him to squat down, looking at the gradually deserted green field and said.

"A little bit," Ma Keqin sighed, "We should have won this game."

How many shots, how high the possession rate is, it is meaningless now, the score is even, and an away goal is conceded.

"Then play back at their home court." He patted Mark Qin on the shoulder, "You know, after the big reversals in Istanbul and Wembley, I will rarely be disappointed again."

"Because maybe a miracle will come in the next moment!"