"Beautiful!"
"TJ's signature, precision super long pass!"
"Salah changes direction and gets past Rüdiger!"
"Rüdiger!"
"A turn like an aircraft carrier turning around! He's gotten past him!"
"No, wait, he's not! Rüdiger is catching up!"
"..."
The official Liverpool commentator roared with passion.
He had thought that Salah was going to get a one-on-one opportunity.
He hadn't expected Rüdiger to be able to catch up.
His large frame made Rüdiger very disadvantaged when defending against balls played in behind him.
However, his long legs made him very fast in a straight-line sprint.
Seeing Rüdiger catching up, Salah used a La Croqueta to quickly change direction, forcing Rüdiger to turn again.
However, this slight waste of time had already allowed the Chelsea goalkeeper, Kepa, to react.
He quickly charged out.
Seeing this, Salah hurriedly looked for his teammates, but Firmino and Mané were unable to appear in time.
With no other choice, he aimed for the near post, hoping to catch him by surprise.
BANG!
A shot with the inside of his foot, but it hit Kepa's leg and was blocked out for a corner.
"NO!"
"Salah has missed this opportunity!"
"Mané and Firmino didn't make their runs in time! Otherwise, this would have been a perfect pincer opportunity!"
"Salah is holding his head in his hands! He looks very frustrated!"
"..."
Of course, Salah was frustrated.
The whole world knew what kind of team Chelsea was.
If they could breach their goal early, this match would be much easier for Liverpool.
Salah shook his head and then gave a thumbs-up to Tendou, who was coming up from the back.
"Fuck your mother! You can't even score that!"
"Big brother TJ! Please don't kill me!"
"Stupid Salah! And he's supposed to be Liverpool's number one? I think that Japanese kid is better!"
"..."
Tendou suddenly sneezed. He felt as if someone was cursing him.
"No problem! Well played!"
"Keïta! You take the corner!"
Klopp applauded on the sidelines and then had Keïta take the corner.
Tendou walked into the box and started to "jostle" with the Chelsea players.
He was well-prepared for Salah missing this opportunity. Because according to the Big Data Analysis, the success rate of this shot was only 45%!
A corner kick opportunity for Liverpool.
Several of the team's tall players were all gathered in the Chelsea penalty area.
And Tendou, this super rookie from Liverpool, was being given special attention by Kanté and Rüdiger.
Especially Rüdiger.
Coming from Germany, he knew all too well how many difficulties one had to overcome to establish oneself in the Premier League.
But this 18-year-old Asian kid had already reached double digits in goals and assists after playing for just over ten matches.
This wasn't a genius; this was a fucking monster!
And.
He had accidentally seen that "Hero Wars" from Blue Lock.
He had personally witnessed this little brat complete a header from a height of nearly 3 meters.
That record was not officially recorded, but he remembered it vividly.
So for this defensive play, Rüdiger really wasn't treating Tendou as a rookie. He was treating him as if he were CR7.
However, football is not a sport where you will definitely get results just by trying your best.
"Keïta personally takes the corner!"
"He raises his hand and gives a tactical signal!"
"How will he take it?"
"Here it comes! To the near post!"
At Anfield, when Keïta kicked the spinning ball to the near post of the Chelsea penalty area, Tendou, who had just faked out Rüdiger and Kanté with a reverse run, suddenly moved his legs and charged towards the near post.
It's over!
Rüdiger watched as Tendou ran past him, but there was nothing he could do.
He quickly made a move, reaching out to pull on Tendou.
But Tendou's body was too explosive.
When he was at a full sprint, even Lukaku would be sent flying.
Rüdiger felt a terrifying force, and then his entire body was almost pulled to the ground.
And then, with a swoosh, Tendou's feet pushed off the ground, and he was airborne.
The fast-approaching ball, in his eyes, was slowed down by an unknown number of times.
BANG!
With a muffled sound, Tendou's head cocked back to gather power, and then he fiercely shook his head. The ball immediately shot towards the Chelsea goal.
Swish!
Goal!
Kepa couldn't even react and could only watch blankly as the ball flew into the net.
TWEEET!!!
The referee's whistle blew, and he pointed both hands to the center circle!
The goal stands!
"Beautiful!"
"Goal!"
"A lion's head shake from TJ!"
"In the 17th minute of the match, started by a long pass from TJ, Salah created a corner in a Liverpool counter-attack! Keïta took it, and TJ scored with a header in the center!"
"TJ!"
"..."
The commentator shouted TJ's name because he had already seen Tendou running towards the corner flag.
A front flip.
He landed and spread his arms.
Finally, he made a gesture of taking off his hat and bowing.
In an instant, the applause at Anfield was thunderous.
There was no "Siuuu," only applause and flowers after watching the performance.
Real flowers.
Some die-hard fans had prepared flowers in advance. After Tendou had completed his celebration, they all threw them in front of him.
Tendou even picked up one of the flowers and smelled it.
Elegant.
But this elegance was soon broken. He was immediately surrounded by the Liverpool players and roughed up.
"Holy shit! Awesome! He scored with that? Is Chelsea's defense made of paper?"
"How high did he jump for that? How is his heading so powerful?"
"Tears in my eyes! This header reminds me of Gerrard!"
"Fuck your mother, Liverpool! Card TJ! Your whole family has no buttholes!"
"..."
Anfield was in an uproar.
While everyone was in high spirits, Arnold, who was less than 1.8 meters tall, once again ran up to Willian and got in his face.
He clearly had no intention of letting this Brazilian off the hook so easily.
"Did you see that? This is Anfield! If you don't want to get your ass kicked by us, then behave!"
His spit was spraying on the other's face. The Chelsea players were already unhappy about the goal.
Seeing this guy come over to provoke them, they immediately surrounded him again.
Just like that, the players from both sides once again crowded together.
The referee blew his whistle again, warning both teams.
The Chelsea head coach, Sarri, loudly directed his players to go back.
They were behind. They shouldn't be wasting time on meaningless things.
"Go back! Don't waste any more time with them!" Sarri roared.
For Chelsea, this match was disadvantageous in every aspect.
This was Anfield, Liverpool's home ground.
And then there was the players' stamina.
They had rested for two days, while Liverpool had rested for four.
If Chelsea wanted to win, they had to seize the first half. Otherwise, with their stamina running low, they would have no hope.
After speaking, Sarri went to the fourth official to complain.
"They are deliberately delaying time! They've wasted a full 3 minutes just on one celebration!"
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