Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

Looking at the temporarily silent Goodison Park Stadium, Lindy clenched his fists and roared towards the stands: "Yeah!!!"

But as soon as Lindy turned his head, he almost froze there.

The Egyptian boy in the distance looked around after jumping in place, finally found the right direction, and rushed to the side facing the visiting team's stands.

Salah, who has not yet combed his hair, came to the corner flag area, but he suddenly didn't know what to do to celebrate.

Seeing that the teammates behind him were about to rush over, in desperation, Salah made his most classic celebration.

He clasped his hands together, raised his left foot and supported his right foot independently, and slowly closed his eyes with a pious expression on his face.

Some people say that this is the independent posture of the golden rooster.

Some people say that this is the posture of fighting against Buddha.

Others say that this is the posture of the Pharaoh.

Just like now, Lao Zhan shook his fist in the air, and he was very excited about this goal: "Lindy's excellent pass created this opportunity."

"The young Egyptian striker Salah scored a key goal, and Liverpool, who had one less man to fight, overtook the score!"

"This celebratory pose....is Liverpool's Egyptian pharaoh!"

It feels like everything is coming back, both the fans and the players, it's a great feeling.

Even Dalglish raised his hands among the fans.

"Bull bee~~"

The fans roared in unison again, and the long-lost slogans made the players pay tribute frequently.

Of course, the Everton fans at the scene didn't understand what it meant at all.

Moyes gritted his teeth and called a few people, pointing something in his ear.

The game started quickly, and Liverpool turned away, even if they were ahead by one goal, they did not consider defense.

Only Lindy kept sweeping the midfield by himself, as if his physical strength was unlimited, which made Everton feel a little frightened even walking a monkey.

Because Lindy's speed is too fast, and Lindy's running is not aimless.

It's very simple, only intercepting passes, not intercepting advances.

When Everton players see Lindy in front of them, they will almost instinctively think of passing the ball instead of trying to break through.

This is also what Moyes repeatedly emphasized in the locker room before the game: "Don't think about how superb your dribbling is. You must know that in Liverpool's team training, Ronaldinho and Lindy often play together. Practiced one-on-one."

In the shadow of a famous tree, how could the team in this city not understand the number one star of the arch-enemy?

In this case, Lindy often ran halfway, and the other party had already given up.

Moyes on the sidelines watched anxiously, and the fans in the stands were even more anxious.

The advantage is in me, but I can't play the advantage.

Everton's mentality has become more and more impatient.

In the last few minutes of the first half, Liverpool became more patient under Lindy's command, like a hunter, waiting for the prey to make mistakes.

Sure enough, Everton was less powerful when he made a long pass from the backcourt to find the side.

Lindy easily passed the ball to Johnson behind him in the aerial battle with his opponent, and the latter did not hesitate to hit the opponent's back directly with a long pass.

A ferocious face suddenly burst out from the crowd and appeared behind Everton's defense.

The fans at the scene stood up in shock. If they fell behind 1-3 in the first half, it would be too embarrassing for Everton to fight with one more player.

But seeing that the defender couldn't catch up with Suarez who suddenly broke out, the goalkeeper seemed a little unprepared.

Suarez deftly caught the ball, and a [burst] went directly into the penalty area.

Facing the goalkeeper who was attacking and blocking, he shot with his right foot, then turned around and prepared to rush to the corner flag area.

But as a shooter's instinct, he still maintains the habit of turning his head to see if he finally scores a goal.

"3 to 1!"

"My God, this is simply a textbook counterattack."

"The full-back took the ball directly, and Suarez turned offside...Eh? The referee suddenly ran to the line referee. Is there something wrong with the ball?"

Lao Zhan was a little puzzled. The linesman didn't raise it just now, and now he doesn't have the habit of var intervening to check every goal.

Suarez, who was celebrating with his teammates, also stopped in a daze and looked at the referee with an innocent face.

"Oh, the ball should be fine. Baines on the other side is dragged to the end, and the two are almost in a straight line."

"...The referee whistled that the goal was invalid, and Suarez was offside first. It seems that he and the linesman have reached an agreement."

At this moment, cheers erupted everywhere, and Lin Di and others rushed directly to the referee.

"How could this be an offside, didn't you see that blue-clothed guy dragging behind?"

"The linesman didn't raise the flag, how did you know it was offside?"

"Damn, this is definitely a misjudgment!"

Lindy's chest kept rising and falling, and there was even a faint killing intent in his eyes when he looked at the referee, almost, just a little bit, Lindy couldn't help but make a move.

But he couldn't do that. In Lindy's eyes, the other party had made it clear that the frame had come to enforce the law with a mission.

He opened his arms and firmly blocked the angry teammates behind him, preventing them from acting impulsively. If another person was sent off, the situation would be too bad.

"Calm down, I believe Mr. Weber will make the correct penalty." Lindy turned his head, with a sincere expression, and continued to say to the referee: "Please confirm with the line referee that the goal just now was indeed not offside."

But the other party was unmoved at all, and was not even interested in continuing to communicate with the line referee.

He stretched out his hand, shook his head, and ran straight to the middle circle, indicating that Everton could kick off.

At this time, Dalglish in the stands had already picked up his mobile phone, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Yes, I'm sure!"

If Lindy saw this scene, he would definitely not doubt that Dalglish would take out a urea bag after the game and show it to this guy, the sturdy folk customs of the Northwest!

Seeing that the communication was fruitless, Lin Di turned gloomy and pushed his teammates away: "Trust me!"

Then, he repeated again with an emphasis: "Trust me!"

Then everyone gritted their teeth and left viciously.

Although Lindy didn't say it clearly, his expression said it all.

At this time, the players could only trust him.

The first half of the game ended quickly, and the referee Weber rushed back to his waiting room under the escort of the staff.

Facing the growing smell of gunpowder on the field, this is the most sensible choice.

Dalglish also disappeared into the stands.

Lindy stood on the edge of the court with his hands on his hips. Instead of walking into the player tunnel immediately, he waited until Gerrard came over.

"Steven, the team needs your help in the second half."

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