six finger demon

Chapter 391
No wonder Ancelotti is anxious, Liverpool is obviously going to fight you at this time.As a goalkeeper, you don't know how to slow down the rhythm and play steadily, but quickly kick out your big feet. Do you think Liverpool doesn't attack enough?

In this UEFA Champions League, the Brazilian has surrendered 7 Champions League games and 623 minutes without conceding a goal, which is an ironclad proof that Milan's defense is impeccable.

But in the general view of the outside world, Dida is not as good as Van der Sar and Casillas.Although the goal line technology is still passable, but in many cases, his ability to read the game needs to be strengthened.

Like now.

Dida thought that a big kick could keep the ball away from the goal, but the ball was once again controlled by the opponent under the scrambling of the midfielder Red Army.

The Milan players in white receded like a tide, and the Red Army immediately launched a long pass attack after rearranging their formation.

sidewalk!

The two flanks were opened up by Beitu into two vacuum corridors. When facing two veterans, Cafu and Maldini, Riise and Garcia ran desperately, just to be sure that you are "old and decrepit". .

Such a fast-paced offense and defense made the Milan players a little overwhelmed. When Riise kicked the ball from the left, Maldini was still looking around helplessly two meters away from him.

It was Liverpool's fourth attack in the second half and Milan's penalty area was already full when the ball started to drop.

Who will grab this first?
Cafu?Stam?Seedorf?Hypia?Garcia?Baros?

The KOPs silently recited the names of every member of the Red Army who participated in the summit. When a red figure leaped high from the crowd, Zhan Jun immediately called out his name.

Gerald!
Ten meters in front of the goal, Gerrard's header was extremely tricky.

The 1.9-meter-five Dida has tried his best to stretch his body, but his fingertips still haven't touched the ball at all.

Swish!
In front of Milan's goal, the sound of the ball hitting the net sounded.

"Huri!!!"

All KOPs stood up, including nearly [-] Chinese fans who entered the scene.One by one stood up and shouted loudly, cheered, and said a thousand words, and finally turned into a name: Gerald!
At the critical moment, the captain took the lead again!
After scoring the goal, Gerrard didn't have any celebrations. He rushed forward to pick up the ball from the net and ran towards the midfield.

In 53 minutes, 1 to 3, Liverpool still had two goals to chase.

"It's just one goal, we still have the advantage of two goals!" Milan fans patted their chests to comfort themselves.

"One has been scored, and the gap is only two goals!" Liverpool fans clenched their fists to cheer for themselves.

After re-kick-off, the ball came to Kaka again.

However, the speed of Milan's forward swing has not been completely broken away, and a red figure flashed by, directly knocking the big Brazilian boy away.

Captain Gerrard again.

Spanish referee Gonzalez ignored Kaka's appeal and awarded Milan a free kick.

25 meters, three Milan players stand in front of the ball.

Tang Wu volleyball is good at the wall, and he doesn't care who takes the penalty at all.

"Pirlo, dial horizontally."

"Seedorf, step on it."

"Shevchenko!"

Under Huang Jianxiang's low cry, the ball drew a rainbow in the air.After bypassing the human wall from the outside of the human wall, he turned around again within the range of the door frame.

Fortunately, it's just an inspin ball!
Tang Wu immediately judged the path of the ball, moved two steps sideways, flew up, and picked the ball from under the crossbar with both hands.

"TOM?"

"TOM!"

The on-site commentator roared and applauded Tang Wu's save.

"lightning!"

Tang Wu didn't have the heart to accept the commentator's praise, so he yelled before he got up.

In an instant, at least three members of the Red Army rushed forward.

After Tang Wu got up, he swept the ball and kicked the ball to the blank area behind Cafu again.

Recruiting is not new, just work!
Seeing that he was using the gap left by Kafu again, An Pang was so angry that his face turned black.

When the ball is dead, I have to tell the Brazilian to perform his duties well.

Garcia on this side intercepted the ball by the sideline and continued to run with the ball.

Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up, speed up!
In this way, Stam and Garcia seem to be competing in the 33-meter sprint, but the [-]-year-old Stam needs to run to Garcia's track to squeeze his opponent.

"Garcia breaks through with the ball"

"Stam, Stam"

"Walter?"

In the exclamation of the narrator, the scene of Mars hitting the earth was not staged.

The moment before the two came into contact, the Spaniard suddenly stepped on the ball with his right foot and turned 360 degrees in the air against Stam's body. When his right foot landed on the ground, his left foot took advantage of the opportunity to hook the ball and dribbled it. Cut in from Stam's side!
In the flashy moment, except for the camera, no one could clearly see how Garcia scored the ball; but after the whole set of actions continued, all the fans spit out a proper term: Marseille gyration.

"Oh my God!"

"Marseille roundabout?"

In order to protect the ball under such high-speed dribbling, Garcia almost instinctively made this set of actions.

When he regained his balance, he found that Stam's big bald head had rushed out of the sideline, but in front of him was a flat river.

The sky above the Sun Yat-Sen Stadium can no longer be described as noisy. After Garcia's Marseille roundabout, the entire stadium has been boiled.

Every fan tried his best to yell out his hoarse throat, but it was far from enough to vent.Male hormones are all over the stadium, and every female fan with a boyfriend sniffs the fragrance in the air, planning how to find a place to go crazy after the game.

This is the charm of wild football!

The fans were wowed by Garcia's Marseille gyration, but hadn't lost their minds yet.

Liverpool's offense continued, but the Milanese's defense was a bit clumsy.

After Garcia dribbled the ball into the middle, people suddenly discovered that Milan's defense had formed a three-on-three situation.

In the face of Nesta's onslaught, Garcia easily distributed the ball to the feet of Alonso who was keeping up with him.

After a beautiful collision with the wall, Garcia not only dribbled the ball behind Nesta, but Alonso also blocked Seedorf's pursuit for his compatriots.

Twelve yards, one-handed!

Poor Dida, before he saw the Spaniard's one-two, he realized that Garcia had already dribbled the ball in front of him.

Just as he was about to rush out to block, the ball stuck to the ground had passed over his toes, rubbed against the post and rolled into the net.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!"

"GOAL, GOAL, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!"

Tony Sr. couldn't believe his eyes when Garcia scored the second goal.

"Old man, we scored a goal, and we scored another one!" Alan shouted from the side.

"Yes, scored, we scored another goal!"

Everyone in the Sandon bar raised their hands high, and these Red Army fans gathered in the small room to watch the game gulped down cheap ale and vented their anger as best they could.

"As long as Liverpool score one more, I'll buy everyone three more drinks!" the bar owner shouted.

"MORE, MORE, MORE!"

The jubilant sound of Sun Yat-Sen Stadium once again turned into a single word, 3 goals in 2 minutes, and the KOPs could no longer restrain their emotions.

"One more, one more!"

Zhan Jun clenched his fists on the table tightly, but kept hitting the table due to trembling.

Huang Jianxiang stretched out his hand and pressed Zhan Jun's trembling hand to comfort him: "Don't worry, there will be, there will be!"

(End of this chapter)