Green Life

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

When Mark Qin shoveled Messi's ball out of the sideline again, he thought so in his heart.

His opponent, their opponent, the Red and Blue Legion, was like a beautifully decorated piece of porcelain, which made people have a primitive urge to destroy it and then smash it!

Smash it to pieces!

This is a 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 after the beginning, it was already suffocating!

All the players were panting. It wasn't because they were tired, but because the atmosphere was tense and stagnant. The sky above Anfield seemed to be covered by a layer of diaphragm, and the suppressed air pressure was crumbling in the encircling stadium.

From the very beginning, they once again set the record for the largest decibel level in a football home stadium. The stands were completely occupied by a kind of red. Today, most of the fans are wearing red jerseys.

Just like the backup knights of tens of thousands of legions, they are always ready to stain the battlefield with blood.

But the team they supported was wearing white away jerseys, because Barcelona's home and away jerseys were too close to red, so they had to wear away jerseys.

The referee just gave the ball out of bounds, Messi got up panting, and the three double-teamed! , Liverpool really think highly of themselves, with Enrique in the front, Gerrard in the back, and Mark Qin who ambushes at any time.

Barcelona's passing was rare at Anfield, and they fell into a stagnation. Liverpool's full-line contraction in the opening game did not surprise them, but their defense was so targeted, which also surprised them.

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

"Boom, OleOleOle..., he is Anfield...", "Prince, prince, prince...", the instant shouts pierced the eardrums, every successful defense of Liverpool will usher in a tsunami, here The atmosphere is no less than that of Camp Nou.

Even though their numbers are twice as large!

Guardiola couldn't sit still a few minutes after the start of the game. He commanded anxiously on the sidelines, shouted, and stroked his bald head, sometimes frowning, and sometimes watching.

he's not nervous,

Instead, he has a perverted requirement for the scene and control, and strives to be the best. He can quickly establish a pass and cut style of play in any team, not just relying on the player's ability, otherwise why would others play? not come out.

It's his passing and control system, the running positions between players, and the linkage between each other. Whether his players have the ball or not, they will always have to move again and keep moving again.

Always ready for the next pass, always ready for interspersed attacks, their movement range is very small, and they form a suppression, so they don't consume much physical strength. This is the terrifying part of his tactical concept.

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

But today he felt something was wrong, why Liverpool was so accurate with his goal card, they rarely did not form a suppression here, but only had invalid possession of the ball!

And they control the ball because Liverpool don't control the ball at all. Once they cut off the ball, they immediately give the two midfielders a quick long pass to counterattack. If there is really no chance, it will be a big foot.

Harvey and Iniesta, the two key players who advance, are in great trouble. Once they pass the middle circle, there are two shadows marking them closely. Act forward!

Then he looked at his right side and the opponent's left side, what a stroke of magic!

Who thought of changing Gerrard? , Shouldn't it be Dirk? , Gerrard is now the top scorer in the Premier League! In addition to being able to defend Messi, he made two unreasonable breakthroughs, which left Alves and Pique with lingering fears.

Liverpool redeemed all their offenses! , the game went on for almost ten minutes, the shooting ratio of the two sides was 4:1, and Liverpool took the lead!

There was only Henry's forced breakthrough just now, barely creating a cross, and Eto'o grabbed a shot, but unfortunately it did not pose any threat.

What is Liverpool doing? He looked at the two white players who were inseparable from Xavi and Iniesta even when they were off the ball, and thought you had a really good hand.

"Hey, no one expected the game to be like this before the game," Peterson gloated in the commentary booth, "I watched a lot of Barcelona games, and it was the first time they were cut into pieces. Torres' shot went over the post and it's 1-0"

"Haha, that's right, Liverpool's offensive threat is far greater than that of Barcelona. Gerrard on the left and Torres on the right are now pressing their four defenders so that they dare not move," McManaman also said with a smile.

To be honest before the game, he was extremely worried. After all, Barcelona's offense was so gorgeous that it was hopeless, and the whole world couldn't figure out how to defend their offense.

But Liverpool did it today, not to mention 90 minutes later, just these 10 minutes is enough to make Sammy Lee famous. I don’t know how many well-known coaches are paying attention to this game!

Mourinho sat on the sofa at home with bright eyes like stars. This creative defense and oppressive matchup opened his eyes. Barcelona has always been his imaginary enemy. There are too many stories between them that have to be told. But his tactical philosophy runs counter to Barcelona.

Is he a traitor? Pooh, only Catalans are so self-righteous, when did I become one of 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 game, but I didn't expect it to be 50-50. Not to mention ball possession, Liverpool's offensive threat is even greater."

Alves sent a throw-in and Barcelona's attack was still very difficult because the ball was mostly at the feet of those who were not good at organizing.

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

In the end, Alves made a reluctant pass and went straight to the back point. The team's accustomed center organization could not be played, so 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 touch, Reina quickly attacked, hugged the ball in his arms, and then ran two steps directly to 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 dodge back, wishing that he was Henry and went straight to dive for the header.

But Henry was already 33, and the explosive power he was famous for had already left him. His kick was not as fast as Cahill's, so he didn't pose any threat.

"Yaya, come back quickly, go make up!", but before he finished regretting, Liverpool's ball quickly flew into Barcelona's half, and he had to jump anxiously and shouted for Toure to make up quickly bit.

Alves is still in the opponent's penalty area!

The ball was driven far away, and on the wing, Torres felt extremely happy. He likes this kind of game, and there is a large racecourse for him to gallop. At this time, he was not injured, and he was just 25 years old at this time.

Believe in the horse, let the horse gallop!

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

The two of them are teammates of the national team, and they know everything. Pique didn't dare to rush forward. Valdez originally wanted to attack and sabotage, but after running a few steps, he hurriedly retreated.

After Pique came out, Marquez and Abidal automatically made up the penalty area, and it was Liverpool's counterattack, counterattack, counterattack! , The counterattack in these ten minutes may have come more than when they played Real Madrid.

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

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

"Torres, Torres, he drove the ball to Pique", Peterson's tone was full of trembling and anticipation, come on, score one, fuck it.

Now every goal that can be scored in Barcelona's goal will be praised, because they are so fucking difficult to beat, and the difficulty has already aroused public anger.

Torres' dribbling has never been complicated. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Yaya Toure had strode over to cover the defense. Pique sideways forced him to go to the baseline again, because there was no Liverpool in the penalty area.

Torres took the ball to two steps away from Pique, and suddenly stepped forward and leaned towards the baseline.

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 to close the door, he relied on an emergency stop to get out of the gap, and then pushed the arch of his foot diagonally, pushing the ball to the top of the penalty area.

For there is a white body that has come on the wind, and that is Gerald! , Every time he counterattacks, he will be behind him, this is trust.

"Torres, pass the ball, he passed the ball, Gerrard...", Peterson shouted, "Liverpool's counter-attack is simple and lethal, he can shoot from long distance..."

Valdez nervously prepared to meet the second long-range shot of the heavy artillery. The pain in the palm of his hand had not completely disappeared a few minutes ago, and Abidal and Marquez hurriedly tried to block it.

He catches the ball.

"Boom...", the red stands exploded like landslides and tsunami, waiting for the shells delivered to the enemy's heart. This is the inevitable result of tactical suppression!

However, the expected heavy artillery did not come, and the opportunity was so good that Gerrard had to make sure to shoot it in 100%!

Then he didn't stop or slow down, the outer instep of his right foot quickly knocked on the ball, directly and like the wind, he went straight to Abidal's left side, the rib of the penalty area.

He wants to completely shake the angle of the shot!

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

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

Gerrard took a step straight to the rib area, then Marquez stayed in the small penalty area, and Abidal sprinted and shoveled, trying to block Gerrard's sideways volley!

The thigh swung up, and the white was flying. This is a deadly steel knife, roaring like dragons and tigers!

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

Because today, only the three of them are able to attack unscrupulously. The others are all focused on defense. This kind of sacrifice cannot help him being absent at this time!

"Boom", the expected shot still didn't come. Gerrard directly kicked a pass, and then passed the ball back to the penalty spot. Then he could no longer control his body balance and fell out with his back.

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

The white figure arrived as promised, and he ran for nearly 70 meters, waiting for this moment, no accidents, no accidents allowed, even if there is no ball, he must appear in this position.

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

Valdez and Marquez suddenly missed a heartbeat, because there was no one in front of them, and there was no obstacle in front of them. Marquez had no time to turn around, and Valdez himself could only move towards the center of the goal.

Then, after waiting for a long time, I saw him swinging his right leg, this time solidly, on the ball, picking up a piece of grass and a bright moon.

"Boom...", this time it really exploded!

A white light pierced through the half-empty goal on the left, violently set off the back net, set off a red wave all over the field, set off white dancing in the field, and set off the shouting and waiting of the whole world!

Because they are leading, they are leading, Barcelona.

Call me that name again, Barcelona... Rona!

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

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

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