Chapter 107

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beep!

After a while, with the whistle of the referee.

The League Cup's fourth round has officially begun!

Liverpool found themselves ahead in the first half.

boom!

The center played the ball, and Liverpool's midfield moved the ball into motion right away.

The Blackpool players also charged forward right away, putting pressure and forming a containment on the Liverpool players.

The field soon settled into a rapid tempo.

I am not sure if it has to do with how the two teams get along.

Alternatively, Blackpool not only passed the ball quickly when conducting the pass, but he also pressed the players quickly.

sidelines.

"YOUWILLNEVERWAKEALONE."

"YOUWILLNEVERWAKEALONE."

"YOUWILLNEVERWAKEALONE..."

At this point, Liverpool supporters joined in and sang the team song in support of their players.

For good reason, they think well of Blackpool, and many of them have briefly supported the club.

However, given their current situation at Anfield, they must hope that their home team can defeat Blackpool soundly.

Describe the feeling is difficult.

Either way, Liverpool supporters would also rather see the two teams combined.

When the two teams play, some Liverpool supporters have forged friendships with Blackpool's expedition supporters.

They can meet with friends once.

"Are you under pressure, Jack?"

A sturdy middle-aged man, whose head bore scars from years of hardship, stood on the sidelines in the stands and asked, looking to the side.

"Two to one, pressed."

He introduced the fan as Jack, who grinned and said, "Blackpool I, Liverpool II, how about you?"

"The same, two to one."

With a smile, the plump and obese man added, "But there is a difference, I overwhelmed Blackpool."

"You are a fan of Blackpool, so it is normal."

Jack shrugged and said, "How much?" with curiosity.

"The odds are nine to two thousand pounds."

The chubby, overweight man does not seem to be feeling particularly rich when he says, "Two thousand pounds."

"I only pressed 400 with money."

"The odds are six-five," Jack remarked.

The odds are inherently higher for the score they pressed.

Still, the chances are far lower than winning or losing.

"Whoever wins will be treated to a drink."

The obese man looked out over the field.

Blackpool is passing the ball quickly at this point after grabbing it.

Liverpool quickly established a pressure siege against the Blackpool players by adopting Houllier's formation.

The players on both teams move quickly, so even though the ball is under control, the rhythm is still quick.

"necessary."

Pretending to be serious, Jack blinked and looked out at the field. "But I do not think the probability of us winning is high." We ought to just play it since it is a tough score to beat."

"Pay close attention to the game."

"Even if you do not tell me, you must think your winning rate is high," the plump, fat man said, pointing to the field.

"Hahaha."

Jack chuckled twice, stopped talking, and turned to face the field.

on the field.

It was now the thirteenth minute of the game.

Liverpool produced the game's first meaningful opportunity.

Gerrard received the ball and hit center Michael Owen with a short pass.

After receiving the ball, Michael Owen turned and dribbled it rapidly in the direction of Blackpool's defense.

The first to speak was Ramos, who was not at his best at the moment.

boom!

Michael Owen needed only a quick shift in direction to get past Ramos.

Vidic rushed over immediately after, prepared to make up for lost defense time.

boom!!

As a proficient shooter, Michael Irving is aware that he ought to attempt every neutral.

He fired a powerful cannon with his right foot without waiting for Vidic to rise!

The football smashed like a Tomahawk missile into Blackpool's goal right away.

Bang!

Eh!

In the following instant, the ball truly went past Cech's extended arms, struck the crossbar, and rebounded into the goal.

"Yeah.!!"

A loud cheer from the Liverpool supporters at the scene filled the stadium and covered the sky above it for a considerable amount of time.

One to zero!

Liverpool is leading!

Excitedly, Michael Owen also hurried to the sidelines to celebrate!

Michael Owen was soon surrounded by other Liverpool players who wanted to join him in celebrating.

The rate of ball possession and the on-scene circumstances are the only things that are at a disadvantage.

Thankfully, Michael Owen played with remarkable personal ability and was in excellent shape.

for them to go ahead in the game's thirteenth minute!

sidelines.

James let out a deep breath as he observed Michael Owen grinning behind him.

Owen reaches a really powerful peak...

This shot, this speed, this genius...

Among European strikers, personal ability ought to rank in the upper echelon.

In his former life, he frequently heard the statement, "Maybe Irving from that basketball festival would not be the first one on the search engine if Irving did not get hurt later."

But only in that case.

The pleased British boy will not be able to play for a while.

He is fortunate, in a way, to be able to lead the team in this game against such a great player.

Owen may have some memories from the scene because of the incredible performance I witnessed.

"James."

Houllier, who was on the side, now smiled and moved a few steps closer to James's side. "Let us make progress," he said.

"Yes, but you can't win."

James spread his hands and gave Hollier a look.

Considering the circumstances on the field right now, he is not in the slightest panicked.

Even though Blackpool is currently online, the opposition was the one to score the first goal against him.

Later, you can give us a call again.

"cut."

With a contemptuous cut, Houllier turned to face his coaching bench, hands behind his back.

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This book will soon be completed.