six finger demon

Chapter 387 Undead and Champagne

After Crespo scored, he did not celebrate like the first two goal scorers. Perhaps for the Argentine striker, his own goal can only be regarded as icing on the cake.

"Hey, Tom!" Crespo stepped forward and pulled Tang Wu up, "Young man, don't be so depressed!"

The Argentine had a relaxed smile on his face, "This is the final of the Champions League. For you, everything is just a new attempt. You are still young, and you will have a lot of opportunities in the future."

"Opportunities are not to be wasted." Tang Wu patted the dust off his body, ignoring Crespo's "admonishment".

"Uh, well, you're right." Crespo nodded thoughtfully, "Fortunately, I understand you. If the ball was replaced by someone else, it might not be able to score."

Crespo and Tang Wu have been teammates for a year, and he knows Tang Wu's bewildering nature of saving very well.The lob shot just now was deliberately aimed at a higher position. If it was replaced by other forwards who don't know Tang Wu well, Tang Wu might really touch the ball.

But it's too late to say anything now, 3-0.The first half has not yet passed, Liverpool has been scored 3 goals in a row by the opponent!
When the third goal appeared, even Beitu on the sidelines shook his head again and again.

His idea is to at least keep the 0-2 score to the midfield, and then change tactics in the midfield; now that the gap behind is getting bigger and bigger, he has to start planning for the worst.

"Boss, it's the first time for many boys to come here, and it's really not easy." Paco stopped in the middle of his words and didn't continue.

But Benitez knew that this was to find a way out for the players.

"First Champions League final"

"Participation is the main thing."

"Come back next year."

Those words apply to every young team reaching the Champions League final, but not so much for Liverpool.

As a former king, Liverpool has not tasted the taste of a top champion for too many years, and the KOP desperately need a champion with enough weight to prove themselves.

Tang Wu still has a chance to win the Champions League, but for Liverpool, the chance may only be this time.

What I can't imagine is how many people will be left in this Liverpool team when the transfer window opens.

Baros, Harman, Gerrard, and even Tang Wu, who has only been transferred for one season, may leave.

Some people are too old, some people are too good.

Will Liverpool be complete next season?Will Liverpool be able to reach today's position next season?

This is something that Benitez could not predict, and it is also something that the KOPs dare not imagine.

The cigarette butts and ashes in the ashtray on the table filled the garbage bag in his hand. Tony carried the bag around the tables, and smoke and dust kept appearing in the bar.

After drinking the bitter ale, old Tony began to repeat the routine work every night.

"Hopefully Benitez will find a suitable remedy!"

On the screen, players from both sides at halftime walked towards the sidelines with different expressions.

The white face is filled with a happy smile, while the red face is gloomy.

".I have never played such an easy game. I think Marguerite must have sat down with a delicious Italian pie waiting for me to go back." Gattuso's face was filled with a relaxed smile.

"Yeah, it's so easy, I never thought the Champions League final would be so easy." Shevchenko suggested.

"Then why don't you enter one too?" Maldini said with a smile.

"What's the matter, isn't there still a second half!" Sheva said confidently.

"Hey, Gennaro, where are you going?" The big Brazilian boy saw the team that Gattuso had left.

"It's a bit dirty here." Gattuso walked aside and rubbed the dust with his wrist, "Look, it's much better now!"

"Haha, Gennaro, you are such a careful man." The other Milan players laughed.
Behind the Milan players, a polished Champions League trophy was left behind.

At the back door of Sandon Bar, old Tony struggled to open the trash can and dumped the trash in his hand.

Raising his wrist to check the time, Old Tony took a drag on his cigarette and started walking towards Anfield.

After walking for a few minutes, Tony came to a tall brown monument.Under the burning lamp, Tony could clearly see the 96 names on it.

On April 1989, 4, in the FA Cup semi-final between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest held at the Hillsborough Stadium in Sheffield, England, there were still 15 Liverpool fans after the start of the game due to structural problems and organizational disorder. Failed to enter.

The police officer opened the gate but did not give the necessary guidance, causing 5000 people to flock to the same stand. The crowding caused serious stampede casualties, 96 people were killed and more than 200 were injured.

This is the famous Hillsborough tragedy. Since then, this tall monument has appeared at the gate of Anfield Stadium.

"I'm here with you every day, now is the time we need you!" Old Tony murmured.

"Hey, Tony, I knew you were here!" A familiar old voice came from behind Tony.

"Alan, you didn't watch the game at home?" Tony turned around and asked in surprise.

"I'm only 60 years old, okay? Do you think I'm too old to walk?" The old guy named Alan laughed.

Alan McNaby, 60 years old, in Rome in 1977, witnessed Paisley leading Liverpool to lift the European Champions Cup for the first time.

"At the beginning, we used to be the best team in Europe." Alan recalled with an expression of relish on his face, "Now we are not the best in Europe, not even the best in England. But I Believe that with our courage, incredible things can be accomplished. Don't you, old man!"

"That's right, I think so too!" Old Tony pulled himself together, looked at the time and said, "Would you like to have a drink? I'm treating you!"

"Exactly, I haven't moved in a long time! I still have to watch the bravery of the lads in the second half! You know, Tom has never conceded so many goals in a game, I bet he won't concede in the second half gone."

After the two walked shoulder to shoulder, a burst of white light suddenly appeared on the whole monument.In just an instant, it returned to its original state.

"Hey, Mike, did the monument flash just now?" A fan on the side of the road looked surprised.

"Oh, Griffin, it's just a flicker of lights. Go back, the second half is about to start."

At this moment, Tang Wu, who was thousands of miles away at the Ataturk Stadium, suddenly trembled all over his body, as if someone was patting him on the shoulder.Turning around, the only thing that caught my eye was the cold wardrobe in the dressing room.

At this moment, the door of the locker room was roughly pushed open.

"Fake, Fake, it's too crazy, Fake!!!"

"Hey, Riise, calm down, calm down!" Gerrard stepped forward to comfort, "Don't worry, we still have the second half."

"Oh, Steven, my captain!" Reise grabbed Gerald's hand, shook his head and pointed to the door, "I'm not angry at losing!"

"What's the matter? Someone messed with you?" Gerald asked puzzled.

"Shh!"

Under everyone's equally puzzled gaze, Riise put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture.

A second later, the Red Army's locker room instantly fell silent.

Another second later, a "bang" sounded from the next door.

what is this sound?
The Liverpool players looked at Riise with questioning eyes, and got Riise's affirmative nod.

One, two, three.
The members of the Red Army understood one by one, and the furious red immediately spread to the neck.

It was the sound of a champagne cork.

(End of this chapter)