Green Life

"goaaaaaaaaal..., Messi, Messi", the Nou Camp was boiling, the radio was shouting wantonly, Guardiola on the sidelines rushed to celebrate, and all the Barcelona benches were lowered from the ground. Jumped out of the seat.

For a whole season, they never felt that it was so difficult or not easy to break through the gate of a team.

Xavi and Iniesta touched the ball poorly, Messi fell down again and again, and he was supporting Barcelona by himself.

Without Messi, Liverpool must have let Barcelona go home early.

"Oh, this is Messi," Zhan Jun said with a sigh, "Sometimes it is really hard to stop, Liverpool just accidentally exposed such a gap, let him catch it"

"Liverpool have to be careful," Zhang Lu said seriously, "This goal will definitely boost their morale. After all, if they score another goal, the whole situation will be reversed."

"Captain, you have to work hard. Fernando, who Yaya Toure fought against, is a bit uncomfortable. I want him to go to Abidal's side to be more active and active. You have to push on the left and center." Kung fu, Ma Keqin pulled Gerrard and said.

Gerrard nodded, and he saw it, so this time he went to the center circle and teed off with Torres, whispered again, and Torres nodded.

Ma Keqin received Gerrard's return ball, watched Eto'o and Messi coming quickly, without any hurry, turned around and kicked back to the right back Cahill.

Now they need to be steady and not allow Barcelona to form a continuous offensive momentum. To be honest, if Liverpool's midfielder plays normally, it is not impossible to compete with Barcelona for the ball.

However, Barcelona's frontcourt trio is too strong individually and one-on-one. If Liverpool does not shrink, Mark Qin is not sure that they can score more goals than them.

This is a helpless multiple-choice question. Only by sacrificing part of your offense can you better limit Messi, Iniesta, and Eto'o.

Liverpool's right is the weak side, and Barcelona's left is also the weak side. Liverpool dumped the ball to this side, unexpectedly gaining some space.

Butzketz was facing off against Mark Qin today, and when he let go, he would come close to him whenever he had the opportunity, even if he had already run to the right side of his side.

After several consecutive transmissions, Iniesta and Harvey's weak pressing gradually attracted other Barcelona players.

He turned his back to hide from the future Professor Bu.

Then he swung his arm downwards to remove the hand that Professor Bu was trying to pull again, but he didn't dare to swing it upwards, because he was afraid of hitting Professor Bu's handsome little face inexplicably.

"Mark, you got rid of it beautifully. He is the most stable midfielder in Liverpool holding the ball. He is the only one who is not afraid of Barcelona's siege." Peterson habitually praised Mark Qin.

Before Harvey came over and stretched his foot to steal the ball, Mark Qin passed back to the front of Alonso, which was just right for him to swing his leg for a long pass.

"Alonso, long pass, strike, this is for Gerrard." Gerrard and Torres hit the goal, one left and one right, turned around and ran towards the frontcourt.

Gerrard struggled to pass through the gap between Yaya Toure and Alves, chasing the ball that Alonso drove to the left, Yaya Toure dragged and pulled, trying to slow down Gerrard.

But Gerrard is not Torres, he is Gerrard!

It's like two fast trucks colliding and rushing forward, all of which are not slowing down, but the direction of the ball's flight is closer to Gerrard, and he will definitely get the ball first.

"Gerrard, Gerrard rushed up. In the first half, Torres suffered a bit from Yaya Toure's defense. Liverpool immediately made a change," McManaman said expectantly.

"Woo", the fast truck changed direction rapidly, and even brought a strong wind, "stop him", that was Guardiola's yelling, the rolling ball was directly out of the instep of Gerrard to the penalty area, he wanted to directly It was wiped from Yaya Toure's body in a crushing way.

It's just so unreasonable, it's just so bursting!

"Gerrard, he wiped..., Yaya Toure, he tackled Gerrard, the foul near the sideline, this should be a yellow card, Gerrard used to be single-handedly," Peterson shouted angrily.

"No? Herning's penalty was too biased today. He gave Liverpool too many fouls, but he turned a blind eye to such a bad foul by Barcelona? He only gave a free kick?" McManaman was also out of anger up.

Gerrard questioned Herning loudly, and Mark Qin ran to the penalty spot with the ball in his arms. He didn't apply pressure because he had more important things to do.

"Mark, take the free kick, Torres, it's beautiful, Mark broke into the penalty area..." Peterson had already stood up, and Barcelona, ​​who had enjoyed the preferential treatment, did not expect Mark Qin to do such a move.

He directly inserted into the penalty area from the gap between Alves and Yaya Toure, and Torres' kick hit the ball, followed by a volley that made people die, straight across the halfway point of the attack Valdez's head fell into the goal.

"goaaaaaaal..., Mark, wonderful... uh, what's going on, Herning, Herning, he disallowed the goal? what the f**k!, what the fuck is he trying to do?"

Ma Keqin was about to run away, but then he saw Herning's hand gesture, "Fuck you!"

He ran over angrily, and directly joined the team that had already surrounded Herning, "Just less than ten minutes ago, you just awarded a quick free kick, can you give me a reasonable explanation?"

Gerrard stopped the angry teammate and questioned Herning loudly again. Mark jumped out ferociously, "Mr. Referee, I need an explanation. The ball was not offside, and you didn't signal to wait for your whistle just now!"

"I'm about to draw a card. This is a serious foul. You need to wait for my whistle." Xu Shifu felt deeply in his heart. He regretted the penalty as soon as he was punished, and came up with such an excuse.

Ma Keqin stared firmly into his eyes. Beads of sweat even leaked from the side of Hening's bald head. He didn't know whether it was from tiredness or fright.

This silly x, Platini was speechless and asked the sky.

"What?" Yaya Toure looked inexplicably at the yellow card that Hening raised to him when he ran over, and said to himself, are you kidding me?

"Yellow card, but he didn't mean to give a yellow card just now," said Peterson speechlessly.

"Maybe his brain circuit is particularly long, and this is premeditated, because they don't want to see the final in England again!" McManaman said sarcastically, what is he afraid of now, he dares to say anything, "This The referee on the field is simply a piece of shit! No, shit looks better than him!"

Everyone was speechless, Mark Qin and Gerrard were also speechless, especially this guy came over and raised his whistle, "Listen to my whistle"

I listen to you!

If it wasn't for the semi-finals of the Champions League, Ma Keqin might have punched it with one punch. Fuck you, Platini, he raised a big middle finger in his heart and stabbed the sky.

"Oh... Mark's free kick slid past the goal, and no one in the penalty area touched the ball," Peterson said regretfully, "This should have been a perfect goal."

But it's useless to say more, the game will continue.

Barcelona's offense is pressing up again. The biggest role of Butzketz's playing is to provide them with a fulcrum. He is better than Yatoure and Pique.

"Messi is here again. He received a pass from Butsquets. I have to say that Guardiola's replacement of this teenager today is a wonderful stroke," Peterson said.

McManaman nodded. He also had to admit that Barcelona's system is strong, especially the control of the midfield. Liverpool's restrictions have been done so well, and they still have a way." He partially replaced Harvey's role In these two games, Harvey was stalked by Mascherano to death. It can be said that it is a suicidal marking, and Guardiola can't help it."

"The key is that Liverpool are not afraid of the absence of Mascherano in the offensive system. He is dispensable when attacking. He restricts Harvey, and Liverpool makes a lot of money."

This is the frightening thing about playing counter-attacking teams. They can waste a lot of manpower to defend, and the offense depends on just two or three people. Mourinho showed a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth in front of the TV.

"Messi, Messi, one with Eto'o, Gerrard, Gerrard puts a shovel, Messi smashes the ball, Messi falls to the ground, Gerrard's body takes Messi down", the game goes on The rhythm, so that Peterson did not have the time to take a sip of water.

Often, as soon as the shot here is finished, the attack from the other side comes, and the speed is dizzying.

"Boom...", "Red card, red card", "Barcelona, ​​Barca", the heat of the audience was already burning and the air was about to catch fire, and the night at Camp Nou showed a ferocious face.

Messi sat on the ground, making a "three" gesture with his hand, and then turned into a hand for a card. Herning did not disappoint the great Messi, and took out a yellow card to Gerrard.

This time Gerrard did not fight, but guarded the ball firmly. He had no time to care about other things, and Mark Qin ran over with his hands behind his back, "This is just a lead. He is going to rush the ball. There should be no yellow card." so bad"

"No. 18, if you are questioning my penalty, I don't mind giving you a yellow card warning. Your task is to play football, not to be a referee," Herning said sternly.

"Yes, the penalty is your job, but this is a game watched by hundreds of thousands of Liverpool fans, we know that this is the Nou Camp", Mark Qin stepped back with a smile, very polite.

"Messi, it's Messi who took the free kick. It's on the right side of the penalty area, which is just right for his left foot to hit the goal." Peterson said nervously, "Liverpool must pay attention to defense."

Guardiola looked at Messi in front of the wall with his pockets in his pocket, expecting. Since he gave Messi the core, the most critical moment can only be Messi, and Messi did not let him down.

"goaaaaaaaal..., Messi, Messi, scored directly from a free kick, Barcelona equalized the total score, the situation was reversed, great Barcelona...", the Catalan commentator roared out, maddened, the whole Nou Camp It erupted like a volcano.

Mark Qin, who was at the top of the penalty area, shook his head helplessly. This kind of ball was really unstoppable. The rapid arc went straight to the dead corner. Reina even hit the goal post, but he didn't save it.

"We only need one goal, just one", Gerrard again, his shout sounded at the right time, encouraging his teammates not to give up.

Guardiola slid and knelt on the sidelines to celebrate excitedly. Only he knew how difficult it is to score Liverpool's goal. At this time, he can only rely on Messi!

"Come on, look up, we haven't lost yet," Sami Li yelled rarely from the sidelines. Before they came, they knew that this place was not so easy to conquer.

They have expected everything, the atmosphere of the stadium, Barcelona's change of formation, and even the referee. Since they are prepared in their hearts, there is nothing unacceptable, so they will fight until the last moment and see who can really kill them. kill us.

"Just like the fight just now, we have already threatened to fight back. Yaya Toure will never dare to make such a big move." Ma Keqin also clapped his hands and shouted. The players of the Red Army looked forward one by one. This is not a game. It's a war!

"With less than ten minutes left in the first half, Liverpool are now in a very delicate situation," Zhan Jun explained, "If they can score a goal, the situation that Barcelona just got back will be reversed again. If they are defeated It would be really dangerous for Barcelona to score another one."

"Guadilao's change in this game finally liberated Messi," Zhang Lu said, "and today's referee's whistle is a bit off, Liverpool is not easy to play."

It's not easy to play, you have to play, at the Nou Camp, they can't stop Barcelona's goal, but you can't completely stop our goal!

The game entered a hotter heat, and even seemed to be steaming, which was the sweat left by the players running and colliding with their lives.

Time is passing by every minute and every second, Barcelona is thinking about making persistent efforts to completely defeat Liverpool, and Liverpool is like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, brewing a desperate blow!

Butzquets did not expect to play in such an important game, he is excited, he is just 21 years old, and here is Barcelona, ​​this is the Nou Camp.

His job is very simple, to respond, and then to Messi, or to Iniesta, the task Guardiola gave him was to ensure that he could receive the pass from every player in the midfield, so he ran, Until he met Mark Qin.

"Mark, he stole the ball, he didn't take Butzquets' fake, and he kicked the ball to Gerrard," Peterson called.

Butzkets also wanted to habitually turn his back and push the ball to the left, but he stretched out a foot behind his back and stabbed the ball away. He immediately fell to the ground with an exaggerated yell.

The referee He Ning, who ran past him, glanced at him, you are sick, he didn't raise his hand, he just stretched out his foot and poked away the ball you let, what do you want me to judge!

"Get up, go back to the defense," Guardiola shouted furiously at Butzquets not far away, now you still have time to do this for me, and they fought back!

"Liverpool, counterattack! Good chance! Now it's three-on-three", Peterson rekindled hope, only one goal is needed!

"Shh...", you can imagine the booing at the Nou Camp at this time, they all think this is a foul, this is a murder, is it from the bottom of their hearts, and there is fear.

Those who fear them, strike back!

"Gerrard, Gerrard, he took the ball straight to the penalty area in the middle. Liverpool's three sharp knives, left, center and right, fired three arrows again, very fast."

Ma Keqin did not go to the side of Gerrard again this time, but made a change and ran directly to the right, Abidal's defense zone.

Pique and Abidal retreated while fighting and retreating. Gerrard approached directly with the ball, and Pique frantically chased after him. He seemed to feel the breath of the last game and fear again.

It was these three people again, it was them again, and the world was turned upside down.

"Gerrard, direct pass, Torres, he slanted, good opportunity, Yaya Toure is raising his hand, the linesman did not raise the flag, no offside, Torres, opportunity...", Peterson was already screaming.

Torres waded the ball in the ribs with the instep of his right foot, wading directly towards Valdez, and then took advantage of his left heel to push directly into the far corner just halfway through his attack.

"Torres, shot... Valdés, foot touches, the ball rolls to the far post..."

Torres's heart skipped a beat. When he saw Valdez's touch, he said that he was about to suffer, but there was another white figure quickly plugging in behind him, and it opened up its maximum speed.

He runs day by day, he flies like the wind.

"And, Mark, it's Mark..."

Abidal turned around and looked like the last game again. When he saw the galloping young man, there was a trace of panic in his eyes again.

Guardiola saw the entire movement of the players and the whole process of the ball running. He tensed his body and clenched his fists tightly, but he was powerless.

Only the flustered boos of the crowd could accompany the black-haired boy at the moment, he threw himself out as soon as he approached the small penalty area.

Shovel, shovel to the ball, shovel to the sun, shovel a big one, hope!

"Boom...", that is the countless bars in Liverpool, "goaaaaaaaaaaaaal...", this is Peterson, it is Zhan Jun, and it is the roar of countless British commentators.

"Woo..." Ma Keqin, who got back up, spread his wings as hard as iron, directly cutting through the cloud-covered sky of Camp Nou, and sprinkled a dazzling sun.

This is Camp Nou, yes, I know, but so what?

"Ah...", Torres, Gerrard, and all the Red Army players are running wildly with Mark Qin, soaring wantonly in this low pressure, you can't prevent our goal.

If we get one more, you get two more!

"Boom!" Ma Keqin, who was standing still on the sidelines, threw his fist into the sky, dare to blow this goal? Do you dare to act wild again? There is already a gap in the split cloud.

The sun will eventually pierce through this dark cloud, and return the world to a scorching sun, and give him another, brightening the world...

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