Green Life

"This is the real Barcelona, ​​Barcelona, ​​they completely suppressed Liverpool", the Catalan commentator roared crazily, because the scene was indeed overwhelming.

"We just took a nap in the last game. Today, Liverpool will know what Barcelona's football is." If there is no glass between the commentary room and the stadium, this Catalan commentator It is not certain whether it will rush out.

"Javier (Javier Mascherano), keep an eye on Xavi, don't worry about the rest", Pique, Butzquets, and Harvey slipped back and forth between him and Mark Qin in the midfield, Mark struggled hard, Finally blocked Harvey's concealed kick to the ball behind Butzketz.

He got up and yelled at Mascherano, which also inspired the spirit of his teammates. After all, blindly defending is easy to kill fighting spirit.

Just over ten minutes into the game, Barcelona had formed several threatening shots. The Nou Camp was too wide, and it was difficult for them to block all the gaps.

Barcelona quickly sent out a throw-in, "Look at the people, look at the people", and the shouts of the Liverpool players immediately became louder. This is a competition of wills, which has entered a fierce battle from the very beginning.

"Messi, Messi, his dribbling is a crime", he continued to dribble the ball laterally, and went straight into the penalty area along a diagonal path that most people could not see.

"Gerrard, he passed Gerrard, Mark came up, and Messi continued to dribble." Peterson has called Messi countless times in the past ten minutes.

This is my world, I am the king here, this is not Anfield, the loss in the last game gave him a huge stimulus, and the gap in the Champions League scorer list also deeply stimulated him.

I'm a winger, a striker, and I can't score more goals than a midfielder!

He pursed his lips, and his legs danced like hot wheels. This was a frequency that made Mark Qin daunting. He had nothing to do, just follow.

God will always give some people different talents, and one person can't take all the good.

"Messi, direct pass...", the Catalan shouted again, "Iniesta inserted the gap, crossed..., Eto'o..., oops, just a little bit"

"Just play like this, we played a threat, and we will score sooner or later." Behind the commentary, he seemed to be more Guardiola than Guardiola.

"There was a bit of a gap between Dirk and Cahill just now, and Messi's accurate through ball was very dangerous," Peterson said with lingering fear.

"Oh...", "Wow...", there was an exclamation from the stadium first, and then there was applause like a tide. Eto'o slapped the turf in the penalty area alone, which is a pity.

"My fault," Dirk Dirk quickly stretched out his hand, but no one blamed him who was panting heavily. Just now he was tricked by Iniesta's reverse shaking and fell behind by one body.

"Bucquets, go forward, put pressure on their midfielder area, pressure", the ball missed, and Guardiola jumped in a hurry, "connect with Messi"

"Shua", a ball flew directly towards him, he caught the football with both hands, and watched Mark Qin run excitedly to argue with the referee.

Liverpool served the goal kick. Even though Barcelona's pressing was crazy, they still didn't open their feet. They couldn't easily give up every ball and attack opportunity, and they had to form a shot as much as possible.

The ball came to Ma Keqin's feet in two or three kicks, but just as he was about to make a move, he was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled him backwards.

If it hadn't been for his vigilant kick to sweep the ball out of the sideline before falling to the ground, it might have been a counterattack from Barcelona's frontcourt steal, because Herning didn't blow the whistle, and it was Butsquets who brought him down.

"Isn't this a foul? He's going to wrestle with me." Ma Keqin said excitedly to the referee Hening with his hands behind his back, but he was actually calm in his heart.

Shaking his head, as expected, "I know this is the Nou Camp, but this is also the semi-final of the Champions League. I hope you pay attention to the scale of whistleblowing."

Then without waiting for Herning to say anything, he ran away to defend Barcelona's throw-in, a lot of fairness,

You have to rely on yourself to fight for it, don't wait for something to happen before you know how to put pressure on it.

He also grabbed Butzquets' shoulder, and used the same action to make the young player who had just received the ball and was about to fall the ball make a mistake, and kicked it to Gerrard.

Herning hesitated for a moment, and it was this hesitation that made Liverpool the most threatening attack since the opening.

"Gerrard, he's got the ball, Butcquets' error," Peterson shouted. "Great chance, Liverpool midfield steal."

This is also what Barcelona did not expect. Gerrard quickly cut in with the ball and went directly to the hinterland of Barcelona. Mark Qin quickly inserted towards the side left by Gerrard.

Trident, start at the same time.

"This is a foul," Guardiola hopped and ran to the fourth referee, but the ball would not wait for him. Pique never thought that Butzkets would lose the ball so easily.

"Gerrard, he went straight to the top of the penalty area, Yaya Toure came up, Gerrard slanted, Mark, it was Mark, Alves was chasing wildly, Liverpool's counterattack was too fast"

Mark Qin didn't take the ball. The moment the ball rushed to him, he directly arched his foot on the sideline of the penalty area, flew up in an arc, and passed Alves' sliding tackle.

"Good shot, passed the top of Abidal, Torres, go to the top..." Peterson exclaimed excitedly, this should be a bloody kill, "Oh, Valdez, he actually blocked it with his hands." up"

"Oh..., hoo...", a huge relief came from the stadium, and Abidal quickly protected the ball and let Valdes, who got up, throw it under him.

"Oh," McManaman also clasped his head in his hands, "Torres is a little bit upright. If this goal is scored, Liverpool will have a huge advantage." Torres also clasped his head in disbelief. Is a must-goal.

"It's a foul," Guardiola was still jumping. If he also had a punk head, he would never lack passion on the sidelines, but he couldn't care less after shouting.

"Back to defense", the shrill cry seemed to be able to penetrate the field, Mark Qin and Gerrard both yelled and ran towards their own half, because Valdez, who got up, threw the ball to the midfielder with a strong hand. Messi.

This is a non-stop game.

Danger! , Mark Qin desperately chased back towards the left side of his side, because Gerrard had already come up, and there was only one Enrique in front of Messi.

Messi didn't stop the ball at all. He followed the ball that Valdés ran over, directly stopped and took a trip, and went directly to the hinterland of Liverpool along the right side.

Enrique retreated step by step. He knew that Messi with the ball could not be stopped by himself. In these two games, he sacrificed forward penetration and offense, just to limit Messi, not to defend Messi.

"Enrique, he is backing up. That's right. Don't step down casually. Just delay is enough. Give your teammates time to return to defense."

The red and blue army rushed from their own half to Liverpool's half like a tide, and the two sides collided back and forth like pinballs bouncing rapidly in a narrow distance.

The party that collapses in the end loses!

Messi pursed his lips again, and rushed straight towards Enrique, because his movement frequency was too fast, and he had absolute confidence to touch the ball first when dealing with any defender.

So Enrique had to retreat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the white line at the corner of the penalty area. He could no longer retreat. Gerrard, who returned to defense, was still a few meters away, and Alonso blocked it.

Rapid change of direction, no time required, this is Messi.

He flicked his left foot, as if he was going to cut in. When Enrique's center of gravity had just changed, he directly connected to a spike, and then quickly broke through to the bottom line.

Enrique fell in response, but there was no one behind him. Letting Messi pass would mean a crime, and then he fell towards Messi's legs without hesitation.

"Enrique, Enrique, Messi, don't let, Enrique, huh, fortunately, it's outside the penalty area", Peterson was already nervous and couldn't help himself.

"Doo...", the referee ran over holding a yellow card and gave Barcelona a free kick.

"Enrique, unfortunately, this is an unavoidable tactical foul. Even if Liverpool reach the final, he will not be able to participate, but we want to pay tribute to his bravery," McManaman said.

"Red card, red card", the Camp Nou fans were filled with righteous indignation. They felt that everyone who fouled their players should get a red card, but Herning didn't dare, because the game was only less than 20 minutes.

Mark Qin and Gerrard, who ran for most of the time, were panting. Mark Qin had just stopped, and was still helpless about the foul. This is Messi's strength, and there is no way.

But then his eyes tightened, "Defend, defend quickly!"

Because Messi who got up didn't say anything, but directly drove the ball to Eto'o who pulled out of the penalty area, then wiped Enrique who had just got up, and directly inserted into the penalty area.

The field changed from stillness to movement, and the color changed in an instant. Herning had just finished writing the name on the yellow card, looked at it, and made no gesture. Platini smiled.

Sometimes you don't need to do too much, you just need to be within the scope of the rules, and there will be a lot of stories.

Eto'o made a straight pass with the arch of his foot and made a two-for-two cooperation with Messi. Agger and Enrique in front of him were all wiped out.

"Messi, he entered the penalty area, Barcelona took the free kick, the referee didn't blow the whistle, danger...", Peterson shouted.

Countless fans watching Liverpool put their hands in their mouths in front of the TV, and then suddenly reacted, yelling at Herning, with countless middle fingers.

"Stop him", Reina moved to the near corner in fear, and Skrtel rushed over to block it. At this moment, Liverpool's neat and orderly defensive formation was finally torn open.

Messi, who entered the rib of the penalty area, was unstoppable. With a slight change of direction with his left foot, he dodged past Skrtel, who was pounced on to put a shovel, and then slammed his left foot on the ball.

Fast, too fast!

"Messi, Messi, Messi..., Goaaaaaaaal..., Barcelona, ​​Barcelona, ​​Barcelona...", the whole Camp Nou and Catalonia were completely crazy.

Messi must have also reflected on the last shot. This time he directly drew a top corner of the goal. The ball quickly passed over the squatting Reina's head and went straight into the goal.

Reina's hand was barely raised, it was too close and too fast, beyond human power to stop it.

"Boom...", the Nou Camp, which had been brewing for more than 20 minutes, finally exploded, the flags were flying, the noise rioted, and the followers were running wildly on the sidelines, Leo and Messi.

It's rare to see Messi, who shoots shyly, be so excited and ferocious, but he doesn't want to be defeated by Liverpool, let alone Mark Qin.

After losing in the last game, he was under a lot of pressure, because he shot the most goals in the last game, but he didn't score a goal. The media thought he was not good at playing away games in the Champions League.

How does he have no anger to vent.

"Isn't it a violation this time?" Unsurprisingly, Liverpool players surrounded Herning to protest, and Sammy Lee also fought against the fourth referee outside the court.

This is a game where nothing can be compromised.

Herning continued to shake his head, indicating that he did not blow the whistle and said that this free kick must wait for his whistle. This kind of penalty has always been between two things, and it is also between the referee's thoughts.

So protesting is futile, but this process will always put a heavy pressure on Herning's head, letting him know that Liverpool is not something he dares to brag about casually.

"Whoever fouls, the people nearby must stop their quick shots," Gerrard took the opportunity to stop his teammates and said, "Don't be discouraged, it's just a goal conceded, we will definitely enter the final!"

Thick clouds have turned into thick ink, only waiting for the scorching sun, in the sky...