"TJ!"
"A perfect prediction! He has cut off Hazard's pass!"
"Here comes Liverpool's counter-attack!"
With Chelsea's attack cut off like this, it was immediately followed by a ferocious counter from Liverpool.
Mané on the right wing sprinted towards the Chelsea backfield like a madman.
Firmino in the center was also gritting his teeth and sprinting.
In front of Tendou, Henderson and the others had moved at the first moment to create attacking space for him.
In response, Chelsea's entire line retreated quickly.
Kanté was the first to pounce.
Faced with this tireless guy, Tendou chose to use his speed.
With a zzzzt, Tendou, with lightning at his feet, tapped the ball out and then charged forward.
Kanté immediately gave chase, constantly looking for an opportunity to get close.
But this time, Tendou no longer used dribbling moves like the La Croqueta, Marseille Turn, or the flip-flap.
"Release!" he murmured.
As a flash of white light sliced through the screen, the Tendou in front of Kanté's eyes disappeared and suddenly flashed to his right side.
Then, it was a super-start like Loki's.
Kanté turned and chased again.
By the time he caught up again, what awaited him was another emotionless cry.
"Release!"
Swoosh!
Man and ball together, Tendou once again flashed to Kanté's other side.
"TJ is advancing with the ball through the center!"
"Kanté!"
"He sticks to him at the first moment!"
"TJ!"
"A very clean change of direction! I couldn't even see clearly how he flicked the ball to change direction!"
"He's past him! Kanté is chasing again!"
"The tireless Kanté! The amazing Kanté! He's making it difficult for Liverpool's genius to breathe!"
"...Wait, another quick change of direction!"
"My God! TJ has changed his playing style!"
Amidst the astonished cries of the official Chelsea commentator, Tendou had completed a style switch in an instant.
Like a South American-style player, he had transformed into a German player who pursued efficiency above all else.
On the sidelines, Sarri watched, stunned.
Arranging for Kanté to mark Tendou was, of course, his handiwork.
As long as Kanté could stick to this Liverpool number 44, then Chelsea would have a chance to win this match.
Probably even the Liverpool players themselves didn't know how important this 18-year-old Asian genius was to them.
In the first few dozen minutes of the match, they had succeeded, even suppressing Liverpool on the field.
With a little bit of luck, their Chelsea could equalize at any time.
But now!
"Can't keep up! N'Golo can't keep up with him~!"
Sarri could see it clearly from the sidelines.
That Liverpool number 44 had no weakness at all.
Tendou had completely shattered all his perceptions of an 18-year-old player!
Kanté is a famous iron man in the world of football today, but this kid from Liverpool was no longer playing around with you. He was just bullying you with his talent.
Explosive power, sprinting speed, core strength...
When everything returned to its most primitive form, Kanté was helpless.
The other Chelsea players also saw it.
Loftus-Cheek and Emerson immediately rushed over, forming a pincer to trap Tendou.
But in doing so, Tendou's goal was achieved. Liverpool's attack line was fully spread out.
Before the three-man pincer was in place, Tendou aimed for Salah on the right.
But in his eyes, a thick red line connected to Mané on the left!
91% goal probability!
BANG!
Tendou shot with a speed of over 17 meters per second.
He quickly swung his right leg to pass, his hands swinging to the left with the inertia. In an instant, he had sent the ball out.
Looking to the right, passing to the left.
The Chelsea players knew he was good at this trick, but they still subconsciously moved in the direction of his eyes!
The ball, almost skimming the ground, flew at high speed, but suddenly it curved in mid-air.
"A Ground Rainbow pass!"
"Finding Mané on the left!"
"Pointing east, striking west!"
"TJ's signature magic trick!"
The Liverpool fans at Anfield had already stood up and were roaring madly as soon as Tendou had started his run.
When they saw Liverpool's magician repeatedly toying with Kanté, their voices were hoarse from shouting.
This was a magic show exclusively for Liverpool!
And as Tendou sent out a "Ground Rainbow" pass that pierced through the Chelsea defense just before their encirclement was formed, Anfield was as hot as a furnace.
"A one-on-one!"
"Mané!"
"..."
The Liverpool commentator's hands were slamming on the commentary desk, his butt long since off the chair.
And as Mané received the ball comfortably and shot first-time towards the far post, even though Kepa had judged the direction correctly, the ball still shot into the net at a sharp angle.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!!"
In an instant, the commentators from all nations showed off their lung capacity to the fans of the world.
And the fans at Anfield, the moment the ball went in, shot up with a boom.
Tens of thousands of people were jumping up and down at the same time. The entire stadium was like an earthquake!
TWEEET!!!
The referee pointed both hands to the center circle.
The goal stands!
[Holy shit! Fucking Chelsea is down by two goals at halftime! Is this still the Chelsea we know?]
[Match-fixing, right? Is this fucking Liverpool unwilling to lose even a single match?]
[King of the spread! I officially announce that the number one king of the spread in the Premier League this season is Liverpool, not some bullshit Manchester City!]
[I'm rich! Hahaha! I'm rich! I'm buying a Liverpool jersey tomorrow!]
[WTF! Before the match, Liverpool was only favored by 0.25 goals, and they're winning by two at halftime?]
[Match-fixing!]
[Come back from two goals down and win by three! Let's go, the Blues!]
[If you don't even believe in Liverpool, what's the point of betting? Go queue up on the rooftop!]
[Fuck off, you bunch of gambling dogs! Get out! Don't pollute the environment!]
The bullet comments in the broadcast rooms of all countries scrolled rapidly.
Liverpool had not lost for a long time, so long that many "Happy Beans" players were waiting for them to lose.
And the result?
Liverpool hadn't lost a single match, and they had covered the spread in almost every game. This had made many gambling dogs start to doubt their lives.
After scoring, Mané ran to the corner flag and celebrated his goal with a sliding kneel.
The Liverpool fans cheered for him in perfect coordination, but in their hearts, they only gave Mané's celebration a 6 out of 10.
Compared to Tendou's creative celebration, this slide was too common.
At best, it was a little better than the one from that guy De Bruyne next door.
As everyone knows, the Belgian midfield master, De Bruyne's, celebration is at the "community" level.
And Tendou's new celebration was considered to be on the same level as CR7's.
It was one of the most creative celebrations in history.
Tendou was the first to rush over and tackle Mané.
He was always being roughed up. When it was a teammate's turn, he was always the fastest one.
"You're crushing me, TJ!"
"Damn it, you guys! I can't breathe!"
Mané cried out in misery, but his teammates ignored his wails and continued to pile on with mischievous grins.
Halftime was about to end, and Liverpool was leading by two goals at home.
The Chelsea players watched, their faces looking a bit dejected.
Their bodies were already tired, and now their morale had also been hit.
They were exhausted both physically and mentally!
Even the head coach, Sarri, shook his head helplessly.
If the situation didn't improve in the 70th minute, he would consider substituting the core players off.
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