After Manchester City equalized the score, the first half ended quickly.
Both teams rode a roller coaster ride for forty-five minutes. The only difference was that one went from top to bottom and the other from bottom to top.
Pellegrini still firmly believes that there is nothing wrong with his tactics. The reason why he played like that in the first half is entirely due to the execution of the players, so he still played the same in the second half. The only change was to replace De Bruyne. I got rid of Silva who was in a sluggish state today.
Yang Feng once again appeared on the court wearing the captain's armband.
Chasing two goals in a row is an immeasurable boost to morale, and no one doubts that Manchester City will soon score a third and complete an unremarkable comeback.
But compared with Pellegrini's midfield adjustments, Klopp's work in this area is obviously much more effective. After the start of the second half, Liverpool seemed to have finally awakened its iron-blooded military spirit and changed. In the first half, they only knew the routine of clumsy counterattacks, and launched an aggressive attack immediately after kick-off.
Manchester City was surprised at first and almost caught off guard, but after surviving the gust of wind, they were happy again.
You are not afraid of your opponent being wild and dissolute, but you are afraid of your opponent being wretched and cowardly.
In the 49th minute, Kanter successfully defended in the backcourt and passed it to Cross to send an overhead long pass.
De Bruyne stopped the ball easily and, needless to say, looked for Yang Feng immediately.
Yang Feng dribbled the ball from the center again, and all the fans in the audience cheered up in unison.
"here we go again……"
Lucas could only come to defend reluctantly once again, and Milner also stepped forward decisively to help defend, but unlike the cautious Lucas, he immediately stepped sideways and pressed forward as soon as he approached.
Like Sterling, Milner was actually playing against his old club in this game. However, unlike Sterling, he was not booed by the fans after he came on the field. But this time, when he viciously attacked Yang Feng, the team was stunned. A burst of harsh boos finally came as promised.
Yang Feng easily pulled the ball to dodge, allowing Milner to miss. However, Lucas, who had been timidly following behind just now, suddenly became more aggressive and hit Yang Feng just as he succeeded in dodging. After a while, he knocked Yang Feng to the ground with his shoulder.
"Beep!"
The referee blew the whistle for a foul on Lucas, but in the pitiful eyes of Lucas, he still did not take out the yellow card.
Needless to say, it attracted outpourings of condemnation from fans.
"Black whistle! How much did you collect?"
"Fake! You don't even have to pay for this? You are such a fool."
"It's time for you to get your eyes checked!"
De Bruyne came up and stretched out his hand to pull Yang Feng up. He looked at the goal and estimated that it should be within Yang Feng's shooting range. "Hit it directly?"
"No," Yang Feng rubbed the shoulder that was hit, looked at Lucas, then turned to Ding Ding and said, "You try to pass the ball to the goal."
De Bruyne made an OK gesture.
Yang Feng waved to Van Dijk behind him, gesturing for him and himself to enter the penalty area. The two of them pointed one forward and the other behind, nailing it near the Liverpool goal.
Skrtel followed Yang Feng nervously, even using his hands, but Yang Feng didn't even look at him. Instead, he stretched out his right index finger and hooked Lucas.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious.
Keep on guarding me!
Lucas saw that Skrtel, the big enemy, was so active, and thought he had escaped. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng actually called his name directly in front of the public.
How can you bear this? !
Well, it's not impossible. The main problem is that there are too many people in sight, so he can only bite the bullet and attack them.
"You can't score!" Lucas bumped Yang Feng hard again, "Believe me, you can't even touch the ball!"
Yang Feng raised the corner of his mouth and whispered: "Why should I touch the ball?"
"Um?"
Just as Lucas's head went out, De Bruyne had already finished his run and kicked the ball toward the goal.
He followed Yang Feng's instructions and tried his best to kick the ball towards the goal. The main purpose was naturally to send the ball to the heads of Yang Feng, Van Dijk, Aguero and others. However, he did not expect that the football flew high and high after leaving his feet. Be anxious, it has the potential to soar into the sky.
Damn, screwed up...
Ding Ding secretly blamed himself. Unexpectedly, when the anti-aircraft gun flew over the small penalty area, it fell rapidly and flew straight towards the goal.
Everyone in front of the goal jumped up, gritted their teeth and pushed hard towards the football, but no one could touch the ball.
Just when everyone was looking at where the football would land, Lucas screamed and fell to the ground.
Before anyone had time to figure out what happened, the football had already flown past Minho's fingertips and into the goal.
"... De Bruyne took this free kick and passed it directly to the goal without even touching it... the ball went in?! Goal!
! De Bruyne! Super long-range free kick scored directly! Um? Wait, Liverpool players are protesting! Could it be that the hand of God is at work again? Oh, no, Lucas fell to the ground. He seemed to be injured while defending Yang Feng. The Liverpool people probably thought that Yang Feng fouled the ball first and should be cancelled. "
"Look at the replay... huh? This... seems to be a deliberate foul. When Yang took off, he raised his right hand very high and hit Lucas' neck with his elbow, but he probably didn't mean it... ?”
Lucas clutched his neck and rolled on the ground, while Skrtel gestured excitedly to the referee, "He elbowed Lucas! He is an executioner! He should get a red card!"
Moreno kept shouting: "Yes! He is retaliating! This is a bad intentional foul!"
All the fans were booing the opponent's players crazily, but when they saw the referee pointing his finger at the center circle, the boos of the Manchester City fans immediately turned into applause.
They who just wanted to tear the referee into pieces and feed them to the dogs immediately became fans.
"Good job. Your eyes are healed so quickly?"
"Come on, forgive him, after all, who isn't stupid sometimes?"
"Hahaha! Yang is a bad boy, he definitely did it on purpose! But I still want to say, well done! Well done by Yang! Well done by De Bruyne! Well done by the referee!"
Yang Feng was also a little confused.
He was already ready to take the cards, but he didn't expect that the referee was really blind...
He was indeed retaliating on purpose. Otherwise, if everyone was in the mood and could do something to him without causing any trouble, then he would be a fool.
Fortunately, the referee was blind, otherwise De Bruyne would have wasted such a wonderful goal after finally scoring it.
Except for China, commentators from various countries basically believed that this was a missed call, because the slow-motion replay was indeed very clear, "Liverpool conceded the ball a bit unfairly, but if Lucas hadn't committed a flagrant foul on Yang first, , Manchester City will not get this free kick opportunity..."
De Bruyne ran to celebrate with relief, but Klopp on the sidelines was going crazy.
He kept complaining to the fourth official, "The Chinese used a very bad move. No, it was a murderous move! You are condoning crime! You are all accomplices!"
The fourth official gave him a helpless look and said, "Mr. Coach, watch your words and control your emotions...if you don't want to be sent to the stands."
Klopp's mind instantly flashed the figures of Mourinho and Ancelotti.
These two guys are as unlucky as themselves. They were sent off the field by the referee with red cards during the game against Manchester City. Although he has not been sent off yet, it is only because the fourth official showed compassion, otherwise he would have been sent off with a red card. Those few words just now probably saved me from watching the game in the stands.
But he is different from them. They deserve it, but he is unjust!
Uncle Zha felt bitter, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Here, Manchester City celebrated. Aguero put his arm around Yang Feng's shoulders and smiled sinisterly, "You bad boy, I saw it. You definitely did it on purpose!"
"I'm not, I didn't, stop talking nonsense!"
"Ah, yes, yes, you didn't, he fell down by himself, and he hit himself in the neck."
"He is indeed a cruel person."
Lucas has been taken down for treatment, and I don’t know if he can still play.
Yang Feng has actually shown mercy, otherwise with his current body of a monster, if he really tried his best to hit someone like that, Lucas might not even have a chance to roll over.
After being scored and suffered such a great injustice, Liverpool was naturally furious and launched another suicidal attack after the game started.
The madness even frightened all the Manchester City generals when they saw it. In addition, they had successfully overtaken the opponent, so everyone had a tacit understanding to avoid the edge for the time being.
Liverpool started to play well.
In the 54th minute, Lucas almost made a contribution as soon as he returned to the court. Unfortunately, his pass was directly hit by Coutinho into the arms of Oblak, and Liverpool missed the opportunity to equalize.
In the 57th minute, Liverpool exerted force from the right, Milner dribbled in and then hit the goal with a kick.
The dribbling route and shooting were actually exactly the same as Yang Feng's first goal. Unfortunately, they were just imitating others and the football flew directly towards the corner flag area.
In the 60th minute, Emre Can counterattacked with a diagonal pass. Firmino's single shot from 12 yards was blocked by Oblak. Then Moreno took a corner kick and Lovren headed the goal from 12 yards. Blocked by Van Dijk with his body, Manchester City escaped again.
Being held down and beaten like this would make even the clay figure a little angry, let alone the defending champion.
After surviving Liverpool's three blows, Manchester City began to attack again.
In the 64th minute, Milner made a mistake in returning the ball. Sterling returned the ball from the left side of the penalty area. Aguero passed Lallana on the edge of the penalty area and then his shot was picked off by Minho.
Although they didn't score, at least they suppressed Liverpool's arrogance, and the game began to change from Liverpool's unilateral pressure to mutual offense and defense.
"...It's the 70th minute of the game, and the score is still 3-2. Yang Feng was suddenly silent during this period... Oops, I just finished saying this, hehe, Yang Feng is here again..."
If the MVP in the first half was Yang Feng, then in the second half it was definitely De Bruyne.
Cross's backcourt pass was actually not very good, and even a little nondescript. It was high, not high, not low, not fast, not fast, not slow. It even passed into no man's land, but De Bruyne seemed to have opened the eyes of a prophet. , actually started to rush over the moment he released the ball, and controlled the pass that was supposed to be a mistake to his feet.
Yang Feng immediately started, and De Bruyne's superb curve ball came as promised.
"The connection between De Bruyne and Yang Feng, Yang Feng went solo again, controlling a quarter first... Cuninho!? He returned to defense very quickly!"
Yang Feng had already used his off-the-ball movement to get rid of Skrtel, and was about to drive the ball towards the goalkeeper. Unexpectedly, Kuniao unexpectedly came up from behind.
Yang Feng focused his attention on Minho who was attacking. Unexpectedly, someone suddenly appeared next to him. He was so frightened that he quickly moved the ball forward and then accelerated to get rid of it.
Seeing that Yang Feng was about to fly away, Coutinho quickly fell to the ground and shoveled him like a reflex...
"Beep!"
"Yang Feng fell to the ground!"
"The referee blew the whistle, penalty kick!"
"Look at the replay, huh? This goal... is questionable."
"Looking at the slow motion, Coutinho seemed to have touched Yang Feng, but also seemed not to have touched him. The moment has come to test the referee's eyesight again."
Coutinho stared wide-eyed, held his head in his hands, looked at the referee in disbelief, and said feebly: "I didn't touch him..."
The referee shook his head and was about to speak, but Yang Feng had already walked over, "He did not touch me. I slipped on my own."
The referee looked at him like he was an alien, "Are you sure?"
"I am sure."
Coutinho said weakly: "He is too fast..."
"Okay, but the verdict has been made," the referee said. "The red card can be waived, but the penalty cannot be revoked."
"That's a shame."
Aguero ran up excitedly.
He has now scored 84 Premier League goals. As long as he scores one more, he will become the South American player with the most goals in Premier League history.
Not to mention that Yang Feng usually doesn't take penalty kicks. Based on his friendship with Yang Feng and the sophistication of people that Yang Feng usually shows, he would definitely give the penalty kick to him at this time, but he didn't expect that Yang Feng would But he had already brought the ball to the penalty spot.
Aguero thought that Yang Feng had forgotten that he was preparing to break the record. He originally wanted to remind him, but when he saw that Yang Feng finally wanted to take a penalty kick, he could not dampen his interest and could only give up in frustration.
"Yang Feng's penalty point is rare."
"After all, I've already scored twice, so it's understandable that I want a hat-trick."
"He has already scored six goals this season, scored five goals once, and scored two hat tricks. As long as he scores another penalty kick, it will be his third."
Minho moved his body nervously, while Yang Feng stood casually in front of the football with his hands on his hips, not even leaving a running distance.
When the whistle sounded, Minho tensed up and was about to choose a direction to save. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng stretched out his foot and pushed lightly.
The football slowly rolled in front of him.
Minho quickly stopped his body that was about to pounce, and bent down to pick up the ball with a look of confusion on his face.
Is this... a mistake?
When everyone was down, Coutinho had already stepped forward and hugged Yang Feng, "Thank you."
Yang Feng didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder, and others naturally understood what was going on.
"Yang kicked the ball to the goalkeeper. It seems that Coutinho did not commit a foul just now... Yang actually escaped a yellow card or even a red card just now, because his retaliation was indeed very bad, but at this moment he is full of The brilliance of humanity, I can’t figure out whether he is a devil or an angel.”
In the eyes of Manchester City fans, Yang Feng is naturally the only true god. They can only praise him without thinking for any decision he makes. However, Liverpool fans become a little complicated in their hearts. After being stunned for a while, they joined the Manchester City fans in devoting him to him. applause.
Yang Feng came to Akun and said, "Sorry, you may have to wait a little longer."
"Man, don't be like this, you don't owe me anything," Akun smiled heartily, "And I guess it won't be long, right?"
"Maybe."
He certainly didn't have to wait long.
Just 3 minutes later, De Bruyne, who had no solution today, made another wonderful overhead pass. Yang Feng overtook the ball in a corner and went straight in.
Facing the attacking Minho, he gently passed the ball to the side.
Aguero arrived a little late and easily pushed the ball home.
4-2.
"Goal!
! Young selflessly passed the ball to Aguero when he could shoot it himself, giving up his own hat trick and helping Aguero break the Premier League scoring record for a South American player. "
"This is a strange red-blue battle. Fans from both sides applauded together again. I think this is not only for the record broken by Aguero, but also for the magical friendship between him and Yang Feng..."
