Alonso's end became the turning point of the entire game.
Gerrard was relatively calm, but his other partner Sissoko was a little frightened.
In the eyes of the tall black man, Wang Xiaodong is a life-seeking demon who can not only harvest his health, but also take away his wealth and destroy his career.
Replacing Alonso was Jamie Carragher, Liverpool's deputy.
"Steven, what are we going to do?" Carragher frowned.
"It's very simple, just block that wild boar!" Gerrard pointed at Davis, who was holding his glasses opposite him.
"Wait, wait." Carragher was a little confused. What Gerrard said was different from what he saw off the court. "Steven, you mean, let me watch him alone?"
"No, Jamie, you have a partner." Gerald pointed to Sissoko who didn't even dare to raise his head not far away. "You two cooperate and you must not let that wild boar charge."
"Could it be that you want to..." Carragher was afraid to say any more.
"Jamie, I am the captain of Liverpool. Anyone can fall, except me." Gerrard smiled and patted Carragher on the shoulder. "If that kid is not injured, he will definitely do great things in the future. .”
"Injured?" Carragher rolled his eyes, "If you want him to be injured, it's impossible without Keane's two attacks!"
The only Keane Carragher talks about is the Keane who plays for Manchester United.
"NONONO, Jamie." Gerrard shook his head, "Times have changed. Neither the Football Association nor the fans will allow the emergence of a second Keane, and Dong will not become the second Haaland. At least I wouldn't do that when you're playing against me!"
At the end of last season, Roy Keane, who was suffering from injuries, announced his retirement on the advice of the Celtic team doctor, and Old Trafford also held a farewell game for him.
Roy Keane was a controversial player during his time at Manchester United.
Red Devils fans call him the Iron-blooded Captain, while non-Manchester United fans call him devil, bitch, barbarian...
The most famous thing "Bad Keane" did was his feud with Haaland, the captain of his rival in the same city.
In 1998, Haaland and Keane, who were still playing for Leeds United at the time, met in a game. At that time, Keane was trying to retaliate against Haaland's little move, but he accidentally fell and injured himself.
At that time, Haaland tried his best to ridicule, saying that Keane was diving, and in the post-match press conference, he gloated about Roy Keane's injury.
Roy Keane, who had been recuperating for 8 months, kept this "shame" deep in his heart. Three years later in the Manchester City Derby, Roy Keane took a flying kick and kicked the old Haaland, who was the captain of Manchester City at the time. He was seriously injured and showed no remorse.
In the end, Haaland chose to retire due to this injury, but Keane became the "iron-blooded captain" of the Red Devils.
As the captain of Liverpool, Gerrard has his own way of football.
After fighting with Manchester United for so many years, I have only heard people say that Keane is a bastard, but I have never heard that Gerrard is also rubbish.
In the past few years since becoming captain, Gerrard has always upheld Liverpool's spirit of never giving up. Even if he loses a game, he has never been seen scattered on the pitch, let alone unscrupulous for victory.
Even today, when facing a junior who is likely to humiliate himself, Gerrard never thought of using an extreme method to "teach the opponent a lesson." This is the most essential difference between the Liverpool captain and the Manchester United captain.
Tottenham's midfield press continued.
Martin Joel looked at the midfielder's gradual advantage, and there was a strange color in his eyes.
Does this type of play and tactics only happen in a specific environment like Anfield?
Or can we play like this throughout the season?
If so, what is the key to this style of play?
Martin Joel's eyes flashed back and forth at captain Robbie Keane, winger Lennon, vice-captain Ledley King, Wang Xiaodong and Davis.
"I originally wanted to buy Dong to replace that raging wild boar, but I didn't expect that when the two of them were together, they could burst out with such powerful power!"
In today's football, those are the most famous players in the defensive midfield position. Vieira, Makelele, Gattuso...
But what if the above two people appear on the same team?
What would happen if Lafayette's Galacticos had a defensive midfielder like Vieira and Makelele?
Will Saint Cassie still be that "magical"?
There are only a few well-known defensive midfielders today, and B2B midfielders are even rarer.
The media always say that a certain new star will lead the trend, but until Davis, the originator of B2B, has matured, he is still an unrivaled beast in the midfield.
Why did Manchester United pay such a high price for Carrick?
Isn’t it just that Chelsea has Makelele and Liverpool has Gerrard?
In the eyes of many people, the reason why Chelsea can win consecutive championships is not because they have Drogba in front of them, but because they have midfielders like Makelele and Lampard behind them.
"The midfielder wins the world!" Martin Joel sighed.
After Carragher came on the field, he acted as the main force in front, with Sissoko assisting behind him.
Every time Davis sprinted at high speed, the two of them fought hard and tried to stop him as much as possible.
On the other side, Gerrard also bumped into Wang Xiaodong frequently.
The captain of the Red Army is more skilled at his feet, while Wang Xiaodong is more powerful.
The two of them came and went, fighting for each other.
Here, Gerrard's bravery and skill pushed Wang Xiaodong away, but over there, Wang Xiaodong circled around and chased back again, knocking the Red Army captain away with his body.
The game was fragmented by the midfielders of the two teams. Often, just after a free kick was taken, the counterattack of the other team was violently blocked.
"Now, we are encountering difficulties in both offense and defense." The on-site commentator said seriously.
"Tottenham's fighting ability is very strong, and their offensive tactics are also very simple."
"It's not that Liverpool couldn't hold on, but they were unwilling to put Pepe's goal in danger again when they were one goal ahead."
In the 78th minute of the second half, players from both sides entered a period of fatigue.
Wang Xiaodong is very confident in the defensive field, but offense is not his strong point.
He can pass a precise long pass, and he can also hit an earth-shattering long-range shot...but when to pass, when to shoot, and whether he can control the ball before passing the shot are not what he can control. .
When he was at Southampton, due to the restrictions of the English Championship, Wang Xiaodong could often make up for these problems by constantly passing the ball and shooting.
But now in the Premier League, facing one of the greatest teams on the planet, Wang Xiaodong's shortcomings as a B2B midfielder have been completely exposed.
A player who can only run and fight will eventually become a toy for his opponents.
Fortunately, Davis was there to help.
The originator of sitting in the B2B midfielder, Davis has grown older, and the burden caused by glaucoma and sports glasses has increased.
The once all-powerful Almighty Wild Boar could only choose to give up part of it. For example, the game time, such as the half of the game.
Now, with Wang Xiaodong in charge of the main fight, Davis can devote all his energy to the offense.
There is no fear that Murphy will not be able to hold the ball, no fear that Lennon will not be able to leave the open space, and no fear that Robbie Keane and Defoe will be blocked.
As long as the wild boars are still rushing forward, Tottenham's offense will not stop.
Now it depends on which team can't hold on first.
Just when the two sides reached a deadlock in the midfield, the ball suddenly rose high and flew through the Tottenham half.
Wang Xiaodong frowned and immediately gave up on Gerrard and ran towards his own half.
Fabio is very fast because he just came on as a substitute.
But Tottenham's return speed is not slow, and the players' goals are clear.
Left back Hector almost gritted his teeth and kept up with Fabio's speed.
But he didn't dare to get close, because if he lost his position, his opponent might rush away from him.
After getting the ball, Fabio sprinted for a few steps, but found that not many other teammates could catch up in time, so he had no choice but to step on the ball and stop it in place.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Héctor hurriedly stood firm and blocked his position, not giving his opponent any opening.
"One, two, three, four, five..."
After Héctor counted five numbers silently in his mind, a strong wind blew.
Fabio, who was making moves, looked shocked. He didn't expect Wang Xiaodong to return to defense so quickly.
After making a sudden stop to avoid Wang Xiaodong's attack, Hector took the opportunity to turn around and protect the ball. Hector took this opportunity to decisively extend his kick and destroy the ball out of bounds.
Fabio was helpless. He turned around and took the ball thrown back by the caddy, raised it high above his head, and searched for teammates who could respond.
Tottenham wanted to take the opportunity to tie the score, and Liverpool didn't want to find opportunities to widen the point difference.
In addition to Defoe, even Robbie Keane returned to the defensive camp to assist his teammates, even if it was an ordinary throw-in.
After holding the ball and looking around for a while, Fabio hesitated.
Tottenham's defense seemed seamless, with every receiving teammate followed by a defender ready to attack.
Just when everyone thought Fabio was going to choose a target again, the Liverpool winger suddenly turned around and threw the ball directly into the penalty area.
Bellamy's figure appeared just in front of where the ball landed.
Seeing this pass, the entire Tottenham defense squirmed and shrank towards the penalty area.
Just as the fans of the visiting team were sweating, a white figure quickly sprinted forward, like lightning, and got into the gap between Bellamy and the ball in the blink of an eye.
Wang Xiaodong blocked Bellamy with his shoulder and knocked him back, knocking Bellamy back two steps. Then he steadied his horse and resisted Bellamy's counterattack. He used his hands to support the turf and quickly stood up. The ball kicked forward.
boom!
Listening to the sound of hitting the ball in front of him, Bellamy, who fell to the ground, gave up his entanglement with Wang Xiaodong.
Wow~~~~
Seeing Bellamy fall down in the penalty area, the whole Anfield erupted.
The KOP shouted loudly to remind the referee that this was a penalty kick.
But the referee ignored Bellamy's fall.
You were squeezed away by someone's back, and you were the one who put your feet between their legs. It's good that I didn't give you a yellow card. What penalty do you want?
And just as the KOP shouted loudly to the referee, the visiting team fans' adrenaline was surging.
They saw Lennon leaping high and blocking the flying ball with his toes.
"Allen, Allan, Allan, Allan!!!"
Looking at Lennon's furious speed, Bai Baihe and the others seemed to see a replica of the first half's goal.
Oh oh!
Oh My God!
too fast!
It's so fast!
The wind is fast and the lightning is fast, and the force is vigorous.
Is this the true power of a fully wound electric mouse?
While some women love "long-lasting," "fast" drives everyone crazy.
Soon, Lennon passed the narrow white area of the stands and continued to advance forward.
The fans who were passed behind him all had ferocious faces and screamed at his back.
Having the experience of scoring goal after goal, Lennon is full of confidence at the moment.
How about Reina?
He's just a bald man who rose to power through nepotism!
Even Dudek, the hero of Istanbul, can be squeezed out. How famous are you at Liverpool?
Watching Lennon sprinting wildly from the wing, defenders such as Finnan, Hyypia and Carragher tried their best to chase him.
Gradually, people saw that even when dribbling with the ball, the electric mouse was much faster than others.
No one expected that Wang Xiaodong would steal the ball in his own penalty area in such a brutal way. No one expected that Wang Xiaodong would decisively kick off the ball after stealing the ball. He would find Lennon running from such a deep position and take the ball. passed to his feet.
Wang Xiaodong may not have the ability to control and create opportunities, but if he is allowed to seize opportunities instantly during the transition between offense and defense, he is very good at this kind of thing.
During the Liverpool half, Defoe was desperately running towards the penalty area to seek support. Robbie Keane also followed behind him and slowly pulled away to the left, looking for opportunities to hit the back post.
After running in a straight line for more than ten meters, full-back Finnan saw Lennon slanting into the penalty area and pounced on him desperately.
Now he only expects other teammates to fill in.
Shoulder bump.
There is no sticking to each other.
Reach out.
Didn't grab the clothes.
Stretch your legs.
The opponent staggered.
Just like that, after Finnan used three consecutive moves, he was completely blocked by Lennon and had to slow down and stop.
Seeing Lennon squeeze into the penalty area, the hearts of Tottenham fans were also tugged.
Just when everyone was thinking whether he was going to shoot or not, the electric mouse stepped on his toes and suddenly stopped.
Toys without electricity will also have inertia, but at this time, the little mouse seemed to have hit a wall of air and was stuck straight in place.
Seeing Lennon's appearance, Hyypia, who rushed to replace the center back, was also confused.
The Finn is 33 years old this year. To Lennon, who has not yet reached the age of 20, he is already a person from the "previous era".
The two of them are not on the same channel, both in terms of physical condition and thinking style.
Hyypia, who is 1.95 meters tall, is as tall as a mountain in front of Lennon, who is 1.65 meters tall.
Of course, the little mouse would not be stupid enough to confront the opponent head-on. Taking advantage of Hyypia's control of the center of gravity, he glanced at the middle and pushed the ball towards the Liverpool defender's wicket.
Hyypia, who had just regained his footing, felt a chill under his crotch and subconsciously closed his legs, but it was too late.
The ball rolled towards the center, and Defoe, who was outflanked by the ball in the middle, swung his legs.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a red figure jumped out.
Daniel Agger risked injury and an own goal to get ahead of Defoe and make a tackle.
The hard work paid off, and the Liverpool defender's hard shove had an effect. Agger's toe rubbed the ball, allowing Defoe to kick out his right leg.
Seeing that the crisis in the middle was over, Bald Reina quickly moved to the back.
Tottenham captain Robbie Keane accelerated again after being shaken just now and rushed towards the ball that was about to roll out of bounds.
"Block the angle!" After touching the near post, Reina shouted at John who was following Keane.
The Red Army defender put his hands behind his back and blocked Keane with his body.
If you still dare to hit the door from such a small angle, then I think you are capable.
As the captain on the field, Keane would naturally not be so stupid.
But even so, the moment he touched the ball, he still kicked the ball out in an extremely twisting way.
Walter?
What is he doing? ?
What did he see? ? ?
After three consecutive questions, the audience in front of the TV quickly saw Wang Xiaodong rushing into the frame.
At this moment, there was a huge red package hanging on Tottenham's back. Everyone opened it carefully. Who is this, if it's not the captain of the Red Army?
Gerald, who was stuck behind him, had tried his best to pull and squeeze, only to hold the opponent with his hands and feet.
But Wang Xiaodong didn't seem to be affected by the weight on his body, and he still charged forward like a running rhinoceros.
Facing Robbie Keane's inverted triangle pass, Wang Xiaodong rushed to the ball and took a flying kick without hesitation.
boom! ! !
Reina subconsciously threw his body sideways, but he didn't even touch the fur of the ball flying towards the far corner.
Uh-huh!
The ball flying into the goal line set off a white wave on the side net, and its instigator had already avoided the "pinch attack" of his teammates and strode towards the sidelines.
