Champions League Golden Boot!
Of course, Tendou had this idea.
He had even been thinking about this issue after the match against Bayern.
However, the cunning him had never revealed this thought to the outside world.
7 goals in 5 matches. Although it was difficult, it was not without a chance.
So far, Messi had already scored all of his 12 goals.
Among them, he had scored 10 goals in the group stage and 2 in the second leg of the Champions League knockout stage at the Camp Nou.
If history does not change, in the subsequent matches, Messi will not score any more goals.
[Awesome!]
[Cashing in! Going to the 4S shop to pick up my car tomorrow!]
[It has to be you, Liverpool! Keep scoring, don't stop!]
[Fuck you, have you never won a game before? Fucking Liverpool, why aren't you covering the spread when you're this good?]
[No way, Liverpool is winning like this. Are they trying to bankrupt the bookmakers?]
[Hehehe, with you guys who buy Liverpool to not cover the spread every day, how can the bookmakers lose? I'm going to pick up a Lexus tomorrow! Let whoever wants to drive a BYD drive one!]
[You're still betting the plus on a Liverpool match? If you don't go bankrupt, who will?]
The "Happy Beans" players either began to revel or were furious.
On the field, Tendou ran with his arms spread wide, followed by Arnold, Henderson, and Mané.
Even Alisson in front of the goal raised both fists to celebrate.
"FAK!"
Conceição, who had witnessed Pereira lose the aerial duel that led to the goal, forcefully smashed a water bottle on the ground.
So what if he's 18?
He's playing in the fucking Premier League, the most physically intense league in the world.
He can gain the upper hand against a group of brutes. Why are you, who don't play in the Premier League, looking down on him?
Pereira lowered his head and did not dare to respond.
He wasn't unaware that there were always some unreasonable geniuses in this world.
It's just that in his heart, he believed that this kind of genius should be in Europe, not in Asia.
The match continued.
1 goal down, Porto still had no intention of strengthening their attack.
It seemed as if a one-goal loss at Anfield was already a very good result.
Liverpool was in no hurry, continuing to pass the ball around in their own half to stretch the opponent's defensive line.
But Porto did not act rashly.
This situation continued until the 27th minute.
Amidst the singing of the Liverpool fans, it was still Torres who, facing Henderson's press, distributed the ball to Marega.
Facing Liverpool's dense defense, he adjusted his angle and once again unleashed a long shot from a position 26 meters from goal.
The ball instantly lifted off the ground and shot towards the Liverpool goal.
But this shot was blocked by Van Dijk and the others in advance, and Alisson collected the ball without moving.
A goal kick.
Liverpool was still in no hurry. But the "Happy Beans" players were.
They watched as the Liverpool players strolled on the field and started cursing again.
[Fuck your mother, Liverpool! Can you stop acting!]
A few minutes later, seeing that Liverpool really seemed to have no intention of attacking, the Porto players couldn't help but start to press forward.
A侥幸thought suddenly rose in their hearts: Maybe we can get a draw at Anfield.
And so they did.
It was still Torres's breakthrough in the center and distribution to the wing.
The ball came to Otávio's feet. He quickly went down to the byline and crossed with his right foot.
Soares jumped forcefully in the crowd but was knocked off balance by Van Dijk and failed to get a head on the ball.
Where is the Premier League strong?
This is the answer.
In recent years, countless geniuses have lost their way in the Premier League.
And this situation will continue.
Take the Portuguese golden boy, Félix, for example, or the 100-million man, Antony.
When they played in the Eredivisie, the Primeira Liga, or La Liga, they were highly regarded geniuses.
But as soon as they came to the Premier League, they immediately lost their way, unable to adapt even after four years.
The most typical example is Antony.
His performance during his time at Manchester United was mediocre, to the point where many Red Devils fans suspected that ten Hag had bought him for a kickback.
It wasn't until Antony went to Betis and played brilliantly that the fans discovered that it wasn't that Antony was bad, nor that ten Hag's eye for talent was that terrible, but that the Premier League was truly on another level.
Especially when Antony later played for Betis against Chelsea in a European competition and was once again beaten into a pulp.
Only then did the fans have a deeper understanding that not just anyone can play in the Premier League.
After several unsuccessful attacks, Porto's courage grew. Because they had not been punished by Liverpool after pressing forward.
A corner kick opportunity.
"Here it comes! Porto's corner!"
"The defender, Militão, has also come up!"
"And the two Pereiras! All of Porto's tall players have come up!"
At this time, in the Liverpool penalty area, as the commentator had said, Porto was planning to make full use of this corner kick opportunity.
The Liverpool players were jostling with the Porto players in the box. According to the pre-arranged defensive setup, Liverpool's tall players had also found their targets to defend.
"Get your dirty hands off!"
"Bullshit! Shut your stinking mouth!"
"Hey, ref! He fouled!"
"..."
Before the ball was even kicked, the players from both sides had already started to argue.
Tweet, tweet, tweet~
The referee came over, blowing his whistle, and sternly warned the players of both teams.
Seeing that the referee was about to show a card if they didn't cooperate, the players from both sides finally behaved.
But as soon as the referee turned his back, they started their little tricks again.
Pulling jerseys, secretly pulling shorts, and some even went as far as to grab them by the waist.
The most outrageous was Militão. The moment his teammate took the corner, he used his "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" to grab Van Dijk's thigh.
"I XXXXXXXX"
Van Dijk winced in pain. The Dutch captain swore that the next time he faced Portugal, he would kick the shit out of him.
But now was not the time to think about these things.
The ball was kicked to the near post. Otávio leaped high a step ahead and was about to smash his head into the flying ball.
But Fabinho was also not honest. He secretly reached out his hand and fiercely pulled on the other's jersey.
Just like that, Otávio's airborne body suddenly dropped, and he headed nothing but air.
"@@@%%%..." Otávio kindly greeted the other in Portuguese.
However, on the sidelines, Conceição was already roaring anxiously.
"Get back!"
"Don't daze!"
Conceição's face was filled with anxiety, because he saw that Liverpool's number 44 had once again charged out.
He keenly captured that Arnold had won the ball in the chaos.
The Liverpool Crown Prince looked up, as if by telepathy, and sure enough, he saw Tendou's running figure.
Without any hesitation, he directly launched the ball forward with one kick.
Liverpool's counter-attack was on again!
"Beautiful!"
"Liverpool has defended Porto's corner!"
"The ball luckily landed at Arnold's feet!"
"TJ has already turned and started his run!"
"Arnold with a long pass!"
Anfield, which had been quiet for a while, erupted again. Tens of thousands of fans roared along with Tendou's sprint.
Porto desperately retreated.
The trailing Telles, Corona, and Felipe immediately formed a pincer on Tendou.
This time, they did not dare to underestimate this 18-year-old kid.
But, just as they were confidently rushing towards Tendou, Tendou, in a full sprint, exaggeratedly tapped the ball diagonally to the left with his right foot, from a position a meter away.
In a high-speed sprint, with a height of over 1.9 meters...
What kind of touch was that?
Felipe was completely stunned!
After completing the pass, Tendou continued to push forward at high speed. Mané received the ball on the left and began to break down the wing!
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