"It's like I'm watching a superhero movie right now, but I don't know if Reima is the superhero or the supervillain. Regardless, the superhero who is the protagonist is not in the Liverpool team, because there is no one who can stop Reimaa right now. He was like a big truck, rampage without any scruples. Although the game on the field has restarted, the commentators are still amazed at the amazing destructive power that Lao Lei has shown in just this time, and Liverpool's midfield system is like paper paste, which was easily pierced by Lao Lei.

For the exclamation of the commentators, Liverpool fans at this time must be unwilling to listen carefully. Because they are worried about it, and regardless of whether Ray's actions are ethical and reasonable, the reality on the pitch is that Chelsea have begun to take back the initiative at Anfield. With to attack, Liverpool have found themselves in a precarious dilemma.

Unable to control the midfield or not falling behind, Liverpool's long ball rush has lost the power of the previous game without the possibility of a large number of attempts. At the same time, Chelsea's counter-attacking offensive is also gradually starting to start, and the gradually loosening Liverpool backline is enough for Robben and Duff, who have been aggrieved for almost the whole game, to gallop.

In the 81st minute of the second half, Lao Lei took advantage of his physical advantage at this time to carry Gerrard and took the lead in stopping Alonso's long pass. Then, immediately with his right heel to the left, he let Gerrard immediately pounce on the counter-attack. Immediately after that, he immediately handed a long pass with a precise big foot to the feet of Robben on the left. After receiving the ball, Peter Pan began his best performance since returning from injury. After alternating knocks on Finnan, his right foot suddenly turned to a heel knock after two consecutive knocks. Immediately after that, the acceleration of the incision began. Finnan, who couldn't keep up with the speed, suddenly looked like a stupid bear. He was left behind. He then unleashed a delicate through-ball that would have changed the scoreline by this time had it not been for the diagonal Drogba's shot narrowly wide of the net.

While the counter-attack didn't translate into goals in the end, it already meant that the game was in Chelsea's rhythm. As the game time draws to a close, the psychological pressure and the rapid loss of the body are slowly disintegrating the momentum and fighting spirit of the Liverpool players, which is also the trend of Liverpool's imminent collapse. But that doesn't mean the end of the game, as long as Liverpool can score another goal at this point. That would change everything on the field at this point, but it won't be an easy thing to do.

In the 83rd minute of the second half, Gerrard won the ball and tried to speed up again to speed past the old ray in front of him. But the results he got were no different from the previous two times, Lao Lei's strong body and fast and in place stuck in place, so that the football under his feet fell to Lao Lei's feet again. After pulling the ball to avoid Gerrard's outstretched foot and counterattack, Lao Lei was about to launch a planned counterattack again. This time, though, he didn't succeed. But this is not because Gerrard succeeded in counter-grabbing, but because he directly blocked Lao Lei and hugged Lao Lei, and extinguished the momentum of Lao Lei's imminent speed.

For this. Steven Gerrard was deservedly given a yellow card. Looking at Gerald, whose chest rose and fell violently, and his body was no longer able to stand up due to fatigue, the corners of Lao Lei's mouth had already begun to flash the meaning of the overcomer. Once Gerrard, the leader of Liverpool, is unable to hold on, then Liverpool's defeat is a thing to come. In fact, if it weren't for Lao Lei's devil muscles. Gerald, who has always been known as a physical maniac, would not be so lightly dragged down by Lao Lei's grappling. This seems to be a bit of a victory for Lao Lei, but Lao Lei himself accepts this frankly, in his words: "If the sword and gun can win the war." That's a fart airplane cannon. "When the time comes, Lao Lei will be a person who will stop at nothing to win.

And obviously. This time, Lao Lei succeeded again. With Liverpool's attacking power and impact inevitably declining, Chelsea began to take full control of the pitch. Such disadvantages are holistic. It's not that Benitez can be solved by replacing Cisse and Smitchell, it's just a drop in the bucket. After Biscayne was substituted in the 85th minute of the second half, everyone knew Liverpool had made a last-ditch effort. But in the eyes of the outside world, this fight is just a powerless last struggle, no matter how you look at it.

In the 86th minute of the second half, after Lao Lei cut off the ball at Gerrard's feet again, he directly accelerated two big steps, leaving Gerrard behind him and not giving him any chance to foul. Looking at Lao Lei's already swift and fast figure, Gerald could only grit his teeth and try his best to chase. The English tough guy hadn't given up until this time, but the loneliness of failure had begun to appear in the depths of his eyes. Behind the blue back of the old thunderstorm, Gerald's slightly slow and staggering figure looks extremely lonely and full of tragic romance.

This scene is tinged with pathos for many, especially for Steven Gerrard and Liverpool fans. It's like the blue melancholy back of Baggio's 94 World Cup, in addition to victory, the lost figure of the stars is always full of eye-catching ability. But for Lao Lei, and all the players, no one wants to be that lonely figure, they all want to look at the current Lao Lei, straighten their bodies, and gallop with the ball with the confidence and calmness of the winner.

At this time, the old Ray who was running wildly in front of him did not know the complicated heart of Gerrard behind him, and now he just wanted to send this damn ball into the gate guarded by Dudek and teach all the Liverpool fans at Anfield a hard lesson. After passing the centre circle, Ray played a delicate one-two with Lampard, completely shaking off Liverpool's three-man block in midfield. After receiving a back-heel knock from Frank Lampard, Ray changed his run from diagonal to straight before heading straight for Liverpool with the football. On the route, he ran a wide diagonal diagonal in Liverpool's half until he came to Liverpool's penalty area.

At this time, Liverpool's backline was lacking protection, like a girl's virgin ground, naked in front of Lao Lei and others. There are vulnerabilities everywhere that can be exploited. In such a situation, Carragher, who was overblown by Lao Lei, rushed out of the penalty area directly and came to Lao Lei. Face him. Lao Lei first buckled his right foot to the left and made a trend of taking the outer road. Then he knocked the ball back with his left foot. The whole person completed an extremely exaggerated change of direction, and his stride to the left completely deceived Carragher.

By the time Carragher was shocked and wanted to turn his center of gravity back to defense, it was completely too late. In the face of his final tackle with a deliberate foul nature, Lao Lei flicked the outside of his right foot and jumped lightly, completely getting rid of him. When Carragher couldn't control his body and fell to the ground with a bang, Lao Lei had already entered the Liverpool penalty area with the football and could shoot with his feet.

"Reima! Reima!! It's in! Carragher fell to the ground as if he had a cerebral thrombosis, and he couldn't stop Reima! Shot... Oh. It's not a pass, Drogba! Drogba!! Empty door!! The ball is in! The ball is in!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！！！ We're going to Istanbul! Go Istanbul!! Go to Istanbul!! Go to Istanbul ......"

Amid the frantic screams of the Chelsea commentators, Anfield fell completely silent and the air of despair began to permeate. Blue, on the other hand, began his own frantic celebrations, with all the Chelsea players rushing towards Didier Drogba in the corner flag area, and even Cech was dancing out of the way and could no longer contain his excitement.

Among them, Lao Lei was a butt pier and sat quietly on the sidelines. Looking carefully at the Liverpool fans who were yelling at him not long ago, admiring the unconcealable disappointment, loneliness and unwillingness on their faces and expressions. For Old Ray, this is one of the perks that his favorite victor can enjoy. Compared to the cheers and applause like mountains and tsunamis. Instead, he preferred the rare moment of silence and despair at this time, which to him was like a drug that had addicted him.

In front of the silent red. A touch of blue for a leisurely and leisurely period of relaxation constitutes a picture of great contrast and impact. The blue color was like the hand of God. Firmly choking all the red throats, it was a scene that Chelsea fans would talk about until years later. Once they have an argument with a Liverpool fan. This image is the invincible artifact of their final victory.

In a moment, everyone knew that the game was over. With two goals down, Liverpool have the advantage and respect for the two goals in a row, but they are still the losers. At this time, some commentators even began to summarize and review the game. It may be disrespectful to Liverpool, but at this moment no one would believe that Manchester United's miracle at the Camp Nou would play out here. Liverpool is not the Manchester United of the past, and Chelsea is not the Bayern of the past, and miracles may happen, but they will never be repeated.

After the restart, the Liverpool players had completely lost their fighting spirit because of Drogba's goal. At this time, they are no longer the world-famous Red Army soldiers, but just a group of walking corpses on a mission called "Kick the Game".

In the last minute of injury time, the scene of Gerrard chasing Lao Lei was staged again. Although Lao Lei had lost the blessing of the devil's flesh and blood man at this time, he still left Gerald far behind. Behind him, Gerald gritted his teeth, desperately trying his best to catch up. At this time, the Liverpool captain's figure is no longer fast, which is enough to make any Liverpool fan move and cry.

Facing the Liverpool defense that lost its fighting spirit, Lao Lei easily came to the front of the Liverpool penalty area after making two one-two combinations with his teammates in a row. At this point, there were no defenders in front of him and he could calmly get up and shoot.

At this time, a sharp and heavy wheezing sound and sliding sound suddenly came from behind him, and Lao Lei, who had already waved his right leg to shoot, suddenly paused, and then turned to a kick, and the whole person changed directions, allowing Gerrard to make the last tackle with all his might.

At this time, Lao Lei, who originally wanted to shoot again, suddenly stopped his movements after seeing Gerrard, who was lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling violently, and motionless, stepped on the football with his right foot, and did not make any movement.

At this time, Gerald was closing his eyes, and his face was expressionless, not calm, but rather indifferent in despair.

Looking at Gerrard like this, Lao Lei suddenly felt that his goal had been achieved and he was buried in Liverpool!

When Liverpool's spiritual banner was knocked down, his purpose really worked.

He just stepped on the football and stared at Gerrard carefully.

At this time, Mitchell, who saw that Lao Ray was not attacking, finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

Hearing the whistle, Ray stabbed the soccer ball with his right foot, bringing it to Gerrard's head.

Then he walked up to Gerrard and took off his shirt.

He gently covered Gerrard's head and the football, covering them together under his blue number 13 shirt.

It also put the whole Liverpool, the whole of Anfield under his blue number 13 shirt.

Then, he leisurely held his head in his hands and walked leisurely towards the players' tunnel.

As he walked, he whistled lightly, like a tourist returning from the hunt.

Behind his relaxed back, in the dead silence of the audience, a blue tomb was built!

A blue grave where Gerrard was buried, Anfield was buried, Liverpool was buried!!

And he, on the other hand, walked away gently. (To be continued......)