The singing in the stands is still melodious.

Benitez's eyes were a little hollow.

It was already the end of September. Liverpool's night was not stuffy, but his forehead was already shining.

The shirt under his armpit was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body sticky, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

The assistant coach handed him a clean towel, trying to let him wipe the sweat from his neck, but he seemed to be wandering around and ignored him at all.

Benitez's eyes fell on the court, and the players in red jerseys were gasping for breath, and everyone's face looked very confused.

Their captain was putting his hands on his waist, and he tried hard to open his eyes, and the wrinkles on his forehead were particularly noticeable at this moment.

Benitez's eyes fell on the big screen directly opposite, and the score of 0-2 was so bright that it was a bit dazzling.

He couldn't help but close his eyes slightly.

What's wrong with his team...?

-

"What's wrong with Liverpool?"

Alan Smith couldn't help asking:

"In the entire first half... except for Torres' header in the second minute, they never threatened the Ajax goal attack again!"

"The players on Liverpool's court played without tactics, and their offensive organization was in a mess!" Martin Taylor also frowned, "In this state, what qualifications does Benitez have to challenge Ancelotti's Chelsea?"

In China, thousands of miles away, He Wei is also analyzing Liverpool's problems: "After Alonso left, the most critical player in Liverpool's team is undoubtedly captain Gerrard. His abilities are excellent in defense, organization, dispatch, and long-range shooting. He is worthy of the true core of the team. Everyone knows that if you want to curb Liverpool's offensive, you must curb Gerrard's performance, but it is not easy to curb such an all-round player. Few teams can do this, whether in the Premier League or the Champions League front, but... just today, Ajax seems to have done it, at least in the first 45 minutes, so Liverpool seems particularly embarrassed."

"That's right," guest Zhang Lu nodded repeatedly, "Van Basten's move is very fatal. He took the risk of handing over the task of defending Gerald to young player Long Shute, while others were more focused on offense, and Long Shute completed this difficult task well. You must know that if it weren't for a player of the same level as Gerald, it would be impossible to pose a threat to him in a one-on-one contest!"

He Wei's eyes lit up suddenly: "What Zhang means is... Long Shute has now reached the same level as Gerald?"

"Ah? Did I say it?" Zhang Lu was shocked, and then he beat him up and made a comeback for his overly excited judgment just now. "Hehe, hehe... I just said that in terms of defensive enthusiasm and fighting spirit, Long Shute will not lose to any opponent..."

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"How is it, dragon?"

Back in the locker room, Van Basten asked specifically: "Does it feel okay?"

While wiping his sweat, Long Shute replied to the head coach: "To be honest, I'm a little tired. Gerald's running range is too wide... Hey? Don't you want to replace me, right?" He looked at the other party alertly.

"Hahaha..." Van Basten laughed, his laughter so refreshingly that it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

He pulled a bench and sat down casually: "Young man, your opponent is not a cat or a dog. He is the captain of Liverpool. He is the best 11 players in the double FIFA and UEFA last year! If you feel as easy as you face Appadorn when defending Gerrard, then we can only think that Liverpool did not play with us seriously at all!"

The young players laughed, the advantage of two goals leading was enough to keep them relaxed.

Suarez, who scored twice in the first half, even patted Long Shute's shoulder: "If you feel too tired, I don't mind retreating to help you defend."

"Okay, I'm not polite," Long Shu nodded, then pretended to raise his hand and signaled to Van Basten, "Coach, Captain Louis wants to change positions with me. I think I can also play forward! I have learned to shoot with you!"

Suarez was stunned, but the teammates behind him were laughing in a slight way.

"Okay, gentlemen, that's all the joke."

Van Basten patted his thighs and signaled everyone to calm down.

"We have 45 minutes left, and the situation is very favorable, but I want to calm everyone down a little."

"Liverpool was in a bad state in the first half, but I think... you should know the characteristics of Liverpool's team. Whether it is the Premier League or the Champions League, there are countless examples of them overtaking in adversity, right," he suddenly turned to look at the young player with the worst football knowledge in the team. "Dear Long, do you know the miracle of Istanbul?"

Long Shute, who was named, rolled his eyes with some anger: "Please, I am a player produced by Everton Youth Training Camp. If you want to mention Liverpool's glorious history, believe it or not, I will bite you!"

——Of course he was joking. He had no good feelings for Everton’s youth training camp. He was just dissatisfied with Van Basten’s despise of his football knowledge.

Seeing the head coach hit a nail, the players who finally managed to restrain themselves suddenly burst into laughter again.

"cough!"

Assistant Witzger coughed hard, and he had to play the role of blackface: "If we can see someone who is absent-minded in the second half, the coaching staff won't mind changing him in the first second of the game!"

-

The former midfielder Xavi Alonso has become the engine of Real Madrid, and the Argentine iron gate Mascherano was unable to play due to injury. In addition to Gerrard, Liverpool's midfielder Lucas and Aurerio from Brazil are also included. These two players are obviously from Brazil, but they have no tacit understanding at all.

Not only in offense, Gerald and Torres could not expect any help they could provide. Even in their own business - defensive interception, the Brazilian duo was full of loopholes, allowing Suarez's forward line to rush directly to the central defender defense line composed of Carragher and Scotter.

Benitez, known as the master of tactics, did not hesitate much. He made personnel adjustments before the start of the second half, removed the left back Aurerio who drove the ducks to play for the midfielder, let Gerald retreat backward, and sent 23-year-old Dutch winger Ryan Babel.

As soon as he saw Babel appearing, Van Basten smiled.

If he understood Chinese sayings, he would definitely comment on Benitez's substitution:

"The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple!"

"Play a big knife in front of Guan Gong's door!"

Because... Babel is Ajax youth training product, and in the national team, Van Basten, who was the head coach of the Dutch national team at that time, was the mentor who promoted him to the first team!

Van Basten is too familiar with this young player who was called "New Cruivet" and "Henry of the Netherlands" when he debuted, who broke the record for the youngest goal of the Dutch national team that had been in 60 years: Babel's high-speed dribbling on the wing almost makes people regard him as Robben's successor, but Babel is far behind Pan's iconic inward shot.

Babel's appearance only made Bruno Silva, who was facing him, nervous for two minutes. The experienced Brazilian defender soon discovered that the Dutch young player only learned the "independence" of Robben when he was young, but did not have enough excellent passes and shots. He attacked him several times and always took him to the side. After Silva and Emmanuelson returned to the defense blocked all the breakthrough lines, Babel, who had no way to escape, made a shot. The threat to Ajax goalkeeper Steglenberg was pitifully small.

On the contrary, after the retreat, Gerald became slightly active. His organizational ability was much stronger than that of the two Brazilians.

Gerald tried hard to play the role of his former close friend, Xavi Alonso, and used long passes to help the forward create goals, but he was not Alonso after all.

Once again, he missed his friends extremely.

There is only one in Harvey Alonso.

Gerald's long pass could not tear open Ajax's young but energetic defense line. Neither Torres, Benayon, Babel, and Kuyt could knock on the door guarded by Steglenberg.

It is not uncommon for the forwards to score goals, and this kind of experience is not uncommon for Gerald. In the usual games, he can play the hero who saves the team and use his powerful long shot to blow a hole in the opponent's iron wall.

But today... as long as he enters the 35-meter area, no matter whether the football is at his feet or not, the damn No. 8 wearing the visiting team's black jersey... will transform into a piece of candy, wrapping Gerald tightly and unable to move any more.

Gerald is an extremely brave warrior. He is not good at small-scale dodging and sudden escape. He has no choice but to defenders like Long Shute who are excellent in physical fitness, quick-responsive, not afraid of confrontation, and are determined to stick to each other!

He could only watch the time on the big screen pass by minute by minute.

Then I heard the three tragic whistles.

"Dou,Dou,Dou..."
Chapter completed!