Keïta was not satisfied with his current position.
But in fact, it wasn't just him. Fabinho, Wijnaldum, and even Milner were also not satisfied with their current status in the team. They felt that they were not in the team's plans.
But there was nothing they could do.
Tendou was too outstanding. The coach supported him, and the core players of the team trusted him.
Keïta, Fabinho, Milner, and Wijnaldum could only compete for a position.
Currently, Liverpool was advancing on two fronts, and no problems had erupted in the team yet.
But when the off-season comes, some of these players will definitely choose to leave.
During this period, Keïta's form had been unstable because he was considering his future.
Porto's counter-attack.
After getting past Keïta, Torres distributed the ball to the wing.
The Portuguese international, Otávio, unleashed a long shot from about 25 meters out.
BOOM!
With a loud bang, the ball came fiercely like a cannonball but flew over the crossbar and into the stands.
The Liverpool fans broke out in a cold sweat.
Porto's playing style this season was the same old defensive counter-attack.
Klopp was well-prepared for this and had asked his players to do a good job defensively before the match began.
"Otávio!"
"A long shot from about 25 meters after receiving the ball!"
"The ball grazes the crossbar and flies into the stands!"
"This is the reason why Porto can reach the Champions League quarterfinals."
"Solid defense and fast counter-attacks are their winning formula this season."
[WTF, what's going on? The Toilet Bowl is actually being pressed?]
[Which eye of yours sees Liverpool being pressed? The match has just started!]
[Fuck you, stop acting, Liverpool! Hurry up and score!]
[Anyone can score, just score! I don't want to get screwed on the over I bet on!]
Outside the stadium, it was very lively.
There were discussions among the fans of both sides and the anxious hearts of the "Happy Beans" players.
Just one attack was enough to get all 22 players on the field cursed out.
Porto's first probing attack was over.
On the sidelines, Conceição's expression was not good; he looked a bit solemn.
With Liverpool playing like this, it would be difficult for Porto to have a chance to leave Anfield unscathed.
A Liverpool goal kick.
Van Dijk raised his right hand and gave his players a hand signal.
Seeing his gesture, Tendou, who was now the most athletic player on the team and as tall as Van Dijk, naturally rushed towards the front of the center circle at the first moment.
As Tendou moved, the Porto midfield also moved towards him.
After studying them for so long, Conceição and his team had long since figured out Liverpool's usual way of handling the ball.
In the center, in the battle for the first ball, few could out-muscle that little monster from Liverpool.
His athletic ability and physique made him like a fish in water in aerial duels.
One left, one right.
Tendou, Torres, and Pereira all rushed towards the landing spot like Mars colliding with Earth.
Although Conceição had repeatedly warned them, Pereira and Torres felt that a 18-year-old kid, and a damn Asian at that, how much strength could he have?
With this thought in mind, even though Tendou had already run in front of them, Pereira still raised his head as usual to look at the fast-approaching ball and bent his knees.
And then, just as he thought he could win the header, in the sky above Anfield, Tendou leaped up like an eagle spreading its wings and won the aerial duel against Pereira.
BANG!
BANG!
The sound of the ball hitting his forehead and the sound of the physical collision rang out at almost the same time.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of Liverpool fans, their super rookie, TJ, had knocked Pereira out of the air and, at the same time, had won the header with his forehead.
"ROAR!"
Anfield instantly erupted.
And Tendou, after landing, immediately chased after the ball he had headed down and then followed up with a frantic acceleration that made one's blood boil.
With a swoosh, the fans seemed to see a white flash of lightning streak across the pitch.
"Beautiful!"
"TJ!"
"He won the duel against two players, and even knocked Pereira to the ground!"
"He heads the ball down, lands, and chases it with a second burst of speed!"
"Torres is on him!"
"A pass to the advancing Arnold!"
"Arnold takes a few steps and gives it back to TJ!"
"Salah on the right and Mané on the left have already started their runs!"
"Militão is trying to slow down TJ's advance!"
"TJ!"
"Beautiful! The Death Pendulum! Militão is on the ground!"
"..."
The Liverpool fans at Anfield had gone crazy.
Watching Tendou's run through the center, the adrenaline in their bodies was pumping.
They roared at the top of their lungs, all expecting their pride to finish this goal.
About 30 meters out!
Porto was in disbelief. The proactive Militão had just been faked to the ground in front of everyone.
...
This is not TJ. This is a 1.9-meter-tall alien!
Mané, Salah, and Firmino, the three arrows, launched forward at the same time, threatening Porto and putting pressure on their defensive line.
While they were hesitating, Tendou had already raised his right leg under the expectant gazes of the Liverpool fans.
BANG!
The moment his Six Eyes moved, all the strength in his body was concentrated in one place.
Under the extreme force, the ball distorted violently.
Accompanied by a loud bang, the ball turned into a streak of white light and shot towards the Porto goal.
30 meters out!
Even further than Porto's shot just now!
SWISH!
The ball shot into the net. The Porto goalkeeper, Casillas, stood rooted to the spot, watching the ball fly into the net.
...
The speed of this ball was simply too fast. By the time he could react, it was already in the net.
TWEEET!!!
The head referee pointed both hands to the center circle. The goal was valid.
"TJ!"
The Liverpool fans at home let out a deafening cheer.
"TJ!"
"You are Liverpool's TJ!"
"TJ!"
"You are the incredible magician!"
"..."
At Anfield, the Liverpool fans sang the "TJ Song."
After scoring, Tendou spread his arms and ran across the field.
"TJ!"
"A 30-meter long shot!"
"GOAL!"
"The ball is in! Just 11 minutes into the match, Liverpool has scored!"
"TJ!"
"A super worldie that breaks through Porto's goal!"
"From the match against Bayern to Porto, TJ continues to score in the Champions League!"
The Liverpool on-site commentator roared with passion.
From Bayern to Porto, Tendou had already scored 5 Champions League goals.
If he remembered correctly, the Golden Boot winner of this season's Champions League was Messi, who had scored a total of 12 goals.
If Tendou could score another 7 goals, he would win this season's Champions League Golden Boot.
And, this was accomplished without him participating in the group stage.
However, this task was not easy.
Counting this match, if Liverpool made it all the way to the final, Tendou would only have 5 matches to chase.
That is to say, he would have to score an average of 1.4 goals per game to have a chance.
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