3:1!
The suspense of the series was back.
Thomas Müller, with his ghost-like runs and instincts, and his spirit of never giving up on any opportunity.
Noel's shot was blocked by Alisson, and Müller, emerging from the chaos, scored on the rebound.
The singing at Anfield came to an abrupt halt.
In the broadcast booth, Gerrard let out a cry of "Oh no!" "Liverpool was careless. Although they will most likely win this match, the Champions League knockout stage is a two-legged affair."
With a total score of 3:1, Liverpool would be heading to the Allianz Arena for the next leg, one of the most difficult away grounds to conquer in Europe.
That was destined to be a tough battle.
And.
Liverpool still had league commitments. The points gap between them and Manchester City was now just a single point.
And this was on the premise that Klopp had the foresight to give up the FA Cup and the League Cup.
If they were fighting on three, or even four fronts, where would Liverpool find the sufficient energy?
Klopp's face also stiffened.
Before the substitution could be made, the goal had been breached.
Should he still make the change?
No more changes!
Klopp was still determined to end the knockout tie in the first leg, at Anfield.
Although Liverpool's squad was deep enough to support them fighting on two fronts, as the season entered its final sprint, Liverpool had to monitor the players' physical condition daily.
The result was that they were generally healthy, but it was impossible to say when an injury might suddenly occur.
Klopp had been plagued by injuries this season.
Van Dijk was still sitting on the bench.
"Trent! After the match, you're washing the entire team's boots!"
"I did my best! I was defending seriously the whole time!"
Arnold was very unhappy.
Being targeted as a weakness day in and day out, who wouldn't have a temper?
"If you had been defending seriously, we wouldn't have conceded that goal! Robertson and the others wouldn't have to keep wiping your ass!"
Tendou roared at Arnold.
This guy had recklessly pressed forward several times in this match and had been punished by the opponent.
It was one thing to play like that when Van Dijk was there to cover for him. But to play like that today when Van Dijk was absent was simply asking for trouble.
Of course, he wasn't just angry.
"..."
Arnold had forgotten how long it had been since someone had yelled at him like that.
He wanted to lash out, but he couldn't refute it.
But if he didn't lash out, he would lose face.
He could only grit his teeth, his chest heaving.
He really wanted to say to Tendou, 'I'm the future of Liverpool! You're an outsider, a mercenary just like Salah and the others!'
Fortunately, his brain hadn't completely short-circuited.
Arnold was actually just unhappy that Tendou hadn't given him any face in front of so many people.
Because of their age, the two of them were the ones who played best together.
In Arnold's view, he and Tendou were close brothers.
Since we're brothers, how can you embarrass me in front of so many people?
"This is everyone's problem. We shouldn't have been careless."
Henderson quickly came over.
Tendou and Arnold were the two youngest on the team, and also the future of Liverpool.
It was okay to argue over the match; that was normal. But their relationship could not be allowed to deteriorate.
Seeing this, the others also came over, not wanting Tendou and Arnold to turn into a situation like the "Double-D" of the national team.
Tendou took the opportunity to back down.
He was just using the topic to elaborate. Otherwise, if Arnold went around acting like he was Liverpool's Crown Prince every day, how would he take over the team in the future?
Yes.
At this moment, Tendou was already thinking about turning Liverpool into his own team.
The number he was wearing now was a random 44, but his ultimate goal was Liverpool's number 10.
Liverpool didn't have a particular sentiment for any specific number.
Unlike Manchester United and Real Madrid, where number 7 was the fucking best.
But, in any team, number 10 meant the core of the team.
Barcelona's number 10 was Messi, Real Madrid's number 10 was Modrić, Manchester United's number 10 was Rooney...
Of course, Tendou wanted to wear Liverpool's number 10, and he also had the qualifications.
His use of this topic to elaborate had a very good effect.
Klopp and the club chairman were surprised to find that their "Crown Prince," Arnold, had surprisingly not retorted after being roared at.
Captain Henderson and the others had also come over to mediate.
Unknowingly, Tendou had already gained a pivotal position within the Liverpool team.
Not just tactically and on the field, but also in terms of spiritual recognition.
If this continued, Klopp felt that it wouldn't be long before Tendou became Liverpool's vice-captain.
The future number 10 of Liverpool, who else could it be but him?
The young Arnold, of course, did not know of Tendou's sinister intentions. Henderson and the others only thought that Tendou was too young, not mature enough, roaring at his teammate on the field.
But his desire to win perfectly matched the football spirit of Liverpool.
One can only say that his age was too deceptive.
After all, he was still just a kid!
...
The match continued.
Tendou's outburst had made Arnold unhappy and resentful.
But the other Liverpool players, because of his outburst, had become cautious again.
As if they were the ones trailing 3:1, not Bayern.
"It actually worked?"
"I'm a fucking genius!"
This was definitely a pleasant surprise. Tendou saw the team's morale and immediately felt that he could use it.
"There isn't much time left in the match. Bayern will definitely want to take the opportunity to score another goal."
"They will come out to attack. They will definitely come out to attack. Find the right time, and my pass will be there at any moment."
Tendou immediately called over the front trident and began to give instructions.
Salah, Mané, and the others felt a bit strange.
It was as if a military strategist was commanding a great general to go into battle.
But out of trust for Tendou, they all nodded vigorously.
The group whispered among themselves.
Salah, Mané, and Firmino nodded from time to time.
This magical scene stunned many people.
Those who didn't know better would have thought that Tendou was the captain of Liverpool.
"TJ... seems to be directing his teammates..."
On Sky Sports, Gerrard and the host looked at each other, surprise evident in their eyes.
Liverpool kicked off.
Salah and Mané moved forward.
Bayern had no intention of pressing high.
It was as if they were already very satisfied with scoring an away goal.
Their three lines retreated, moving towards their own penalty area.
But the moment Liverpool's line pushed forward, they immediately showed their fox's tail.
Bayern was clearly not satisfied with this scoreline; they still wanted to get another goal back.
But Tendou had already anticipated this.
Henderson, under pressure from Bayern, passed back.
In the backfield, Tendou received the ball and raised his hand to point.
Pointing east, striking west.
This was his signature move. The Bayern players had already experienced his cunning.
But they had still underestimated Tendou's treachery.
He didn't point east and strike west every time.
Existing in the fifth-dimensional vision, You think I'm going left? Then I'll go right! You think I'm going right? I'm actually going left!
"This cunning little fox!" Müller cursed under his breath and immediately turned back to defend.
Swoosh
The ball traced a C-shaped arc in the air, piercing through the Bayern midfield and flying straight to Salah on the wing.
At this time, Salah had already charged to the top right corner of the Bayern penalty area.
Seeing the ball coming, he flicked it up with his foot like a shuttlecock, cleverly dodging Süle. After cutting into the box, he immediately swept a pass to the center.
In front of the Bayern goal, Firmino made a high-speed forward run and met the sweeping ball with a sliding shot.
With a muffled thud, the ball flew towards the right side of the Bayern goal.
But, the German god-keeper, Neuer, reacted with lightning speed. He dived and extended his long arm, actually managing to block the ball out.
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