The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 360 The Spirited French Boy

boom! !

The roar of 50,000 people was like a tangible shockwave, causing the railings of the stands to tremble slightly.

The KOP stands instantly transformed into a surging sea of ​​red, with countless scarves being tossed into the air and veteran fans embracing and weeping.

Young fans pounded their seats frantically, screaming that name at the top of their lungs: "Gayo! Gayo!! Gayo!!!"

At the eye of the storm, Gaio stood in front of the Kop stand, his arms slowly outstretched, as if to embrace the boiling red.

His short hair, glistening with sweat, shone brightly under the stadium lights. His jersey, clinging to his body, was soaked with sweat, yet it did nothing to diminish his sharp edge.

That was the arrogance of a young man who had achieved great success, and the composure after conquering his mortal enemy!
He tilted his head slightly back, closed his eyes, and absorbed the deafening cheers from the crowd.

The shouts of "Gayo! Gayo!" crashed in on the wind, and even the blood seemed to flow with the heat of Anfield.

Gaio smiled.

He loves this feeling—standing in the center of the field, being lifted up by the faith of tens of thousands of people, proving himself with goals, and feeling exhilarated to the core!
The sound of countless camera shutters mingled with the cheers.

This scene was faithfully recorded.

The red jersey billowed gently in the wind, the boy's back was straight, and scarves were waving in front of him. His fans were fervently in love with him, and every ray of light followed him. It was as if the focus of the entire Anfield was on this one person.

This is more than just a goal celebration.
This is also the name that countless young football players write over and over again in their notebooks, the name they imagine themselves on a top-level field when they practice late at night on the sidelines until their legs are weak.

The 18-year-old French captain, on the stage of the Manchester derby, tore apart Manchester United's defense with a goal, and with his arms outstretched, he perfectly embodied the word "spirited and vigorous"!
Gaio opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the KOP stands, and raised his arms higher, as if responding to the enthusiasm of the stands.

At this moment, Anfield seemed to be paying homage to their new king.

In the stands, an elderly fan with white hair trembled as he held up a scarf from the Shankly era, tears streaming down his wrinkled face.

In the distant stands, someone held up a portrait of Gaio.

Above is the iconic silhouette of Gaio celebrating with his arms outstretched, and below it reads "You are the future of Anfield!"

Liverpool players were amazed by how quickly and explosively the goal came.

I was equally excited.

Sturridge was the first to pounce, frantically ruffling Gaio's hair with both hands and roaring into his ear, "You fucking lunatic! You beat three people in a row! Did you see Ferdinand's expression?! Hahaha! He was completely stunned!"

Gerald rushed over, pressed his forehead against Gaio's, and grabbed his shoulder, shouting excitedly, "I knew it! I knew you could break through their defenses, and you did it!"

More teammates rushed over and surrounded Gaio.

His words were filled with excitement!
"Great pass! But the move itself is even more damn good! That's how this number 10 should be played!"

"You're practically dancing! All those Manchester United defenders are waltzing!"

"I knew the counterattack would succeed! But I didn't expect you to be so brutal!"

The crowd surrounded Gaio, and more than a dozen hands frantically slapped his head, back, and shoulders, each shout mixed with ecstasy.

Amid the chaos, Gaio heard Gerrard's words most clearly in his ear: "Remember this moment, kid! Anfield will always resound for true heroes!"

"You are Liverpool's hero!"

In the stands.

The moment the ball rolled into the net, Dalglish suddenly spread his arms wide, and his roar mingled with the cheers at Anfield, carrying the burning passion of old-school Liverpool fans.

Even the gray hairs at his temples trembled: "This child! This child!"

He turned and grabbed the arm of his old friend beside him, his reddened eyes filled with a startling light, but no tears. He shouted over and over again, "That's it! That's how it should be! That's how the Manchester derby should be played! Keep it up, and he'll be the new king of Anfield! The kind who can truly carry the flag!"

The old man's face was all wrinkled from laughing so hard.

His voice still carried the slight panting from his earlier roar, yet he didn't forget to turn back and stare at Gaio, who was standing on the field with his arms outstretched.

The light fell on his face, vaguely reminding one of thirty years ago when he himself, wearing a red jersey, scored a goal in the Manchester derby, causing Anfield to erupt in the same frenzy.

But the way he looked at Gaio now was softer and more passionate than when he lifted the trophy years ago.

It's like seeing a new light, gradually illuminating Anfield along Liverpool's veins!
“But when I played, I didn’t have such a fast pace.” He murmured to the person next to him, his tone filled with emotion, but he immediately raised the corners of his mouth and pointed in Gaio’s direction, “Look at his follow-up shot, he was not flustered at all. His composure is much better than mine at the same age. I was still playing as a defender when I was eighteen. The flag of Anfield is finally going to be carried by someone else.”

As he spoke, his hands were still trembling slightly, not from old age, but from barely concealed excitement.

Dalglish is like a teenager watching his beloved team win, forgetting that he is already a legend.

And the other side.

Ferguson maintained the posture of crossing his arms, but the frequency with which he chewed gum betrayed his inner turmoil.

As Gaião finished the final shot, he instinctively raised his hand to check his watch – a signature anxious gesture from his time at Manchester United.

When the camera panned across him, the veteran coach managed a stiff smile.

The cheers at Anfield crashed against the glass of the stands like a tidal wave, but his gaze never left the boy on the field with his arms outstretched.

He watched Gaio tilt his head back to listen to the cheers, the boy's sweaty hair glistening with the lamplight, his spirited demeanor remarkably similar to that of the flamboyant Cantona in his youth.

The same French genius.

No, he was more agile than Cantona.

Ferguson recalled saying in an interview: "If I were still in office, I would definitely bring Gaio to Old Trafford."

He regretted it.

Even if he's no longer in charge, he should still do more for Manchester United, even if it's just snatching such a super talent from the arms of their arch-rivals.

This kind of talent can be away from Manchester United, but he shouldn't be at Liverpool either!

The cheers at Anfield seemed endless.

Martin Taylor's voice sounded somewhat dim amidst the cheers, even though he was already hoarse.

After a series of exclamations of joy at the goal and a commentary on the entire process of Gaio's goal.

He added, "Gaio came from the left! That super genius who always creates danger on the right wing has changed direction this time and tore Manchester United's defense to shreds!"
This is where an €8000 million talent shines!
Sixth goal in three Premier League games!
My 120th career goal!

This young man, who is not yet 19 years old, is breaking records at an alarming rate.

While other players were still adjusting to the pace of the Premier League, he was already performing a magnificent goal waltz here!
More importantly, this is the first time since the Ferguson era that the Reds have taken the initiative in the Manchester derby!

The pent-up frustration of the KOP stands, accumulated over three years, was completely released at this moment!
Remember this moment!
When Gaião opened his arms to receive the adoration of Anfield, we witnessed not only a goal, but also the unveiling of a new era. Liverpool's red dynasty is being rebuilt under the feet of this French genius!

Cantona led Manchester United to prosperity, and now another French talent seems poised to lead Liverpool back to the top of English football.

at the same time,

The two head coaches on the sidelines presented a stark contrast.

Rogers' passionate celebration contrasted with Moyes's solemn expression.

The goal came just minutes into the game, which was clearly unexpected by both sides.

soon.

After celebrating, the Liverpool players returned to the center circle, where Gerrard kept urging them to stay focused.

Gerrard knows this all too well, having faced Manchester United for so many years.

Manchester United is definitely not a team that lets its opponents relax once they take the lead.

This team is very resilient!
This goal is just the beginning.

drop!
When Marina blew her whistle.

The game continues.

Manchester United intensified their attack, clearly unwilling to surrender at Anfield.

soon.

Manchester United pushed the ball across the halfway line.

Van Persie received the ball with his back to goal just outside Liverpool's penalty area, with Agger marking him closely behind.

During the struggle, the two pulled each other's arms. As Van Persie tried to turn around, his right elbow suddenly shot up, and his palm slapped Agger hard across the face.

Ah!
Ag fell to the ground with a thud, covering his face with his hands and writhing in pain.

The KOP stands erupted in deafening boos and shouts, with some fans throwing beverage bottles onto the field.

But referee Marina made no call!
He raised his hands to signal that the game should continue, and Van Persie even managed to take a shot, but the ball went wide of the goal line.

This scene enraged the entire Anfield community.

Skrtel was the first to rush over, demanding of Van Persie, "Are you fucking playing football or hitting people?"

Henderson immediately hugged his distraught teammate from behind and yelled at the referee, "You're not calling this?"

The replay clearly showed that Van Persie's hand did indeed strike Agger's face, and the Danish center-back had a noticeable red mark on his right cheek.

Liverpool's team doctor rushed onto the field to treat the patients.

However, after a brief discussion, Marina insisted on the original ruling and did not even call a foul!

This decision surprised the Manchester United players, and Robin van Persie himself looked incredulous.

When the match resumed, every whistle was met with a deafening chorus of boos from the Liverpool fans.

The game continues.

Liverpool's actions have gradually become more aggressive.

Whenever a Manchester United player gets the ball into the attacking third, they will face tough challenges.

The cheers at Anfield grew even louder.

When Henderson made a flying tackle and brought Ashley Young down with the ball.

Henderson stood up and raised his arms toward the stands.

boom! !

The roar at Anfield exploded like muffled thunder!

The cheers grew wilder and more frenzied, red scarves swung in the air in arcs, and the shouts of the fans mingled with the whistles. Some even pounded on the advertising boards, yelling, "That's it! Well done!"

In this atmosphere, everyone felt every cell in their body was restless.

The atmosphere at Anfield is just so incredibly vibrant!

Gaio stood on the right wing, feeling all of this unfold, the roar of the stadium coursing through his body like an electric current.

You can feel the heat emanating from the stands on your skin, your nostrils are filled with the smell of grass and sweat, and even your fingertips are slightly numb.

The fervent cheers of the fans were like invisible hands, pulling his heart upwards.

He subconsciously clenched his fist.

The atmosphere at Anfield was so intense, like an unyielding wine, that it made every cell in his body restless, and even his breathing quickened.

Looking at his teammates running on the field and the surging red in the stands, he suddenly felt an inexhaustible energy within him, wanting only to charge forward again and add fuel to the fire of this crazy atmosphere.

Such opportunities come very quickly!
In the 15th minute, Manchester United made a mistake, and Liverpool launched a quick counter-attack.

Gerrard intercepted the ball in the center circle and immediately sent a long pass over the top, with Gaio starting his run down the right flank like a cheetah.

He first feigned a cut inside, then suddenly changed direction and overtook Evra on the outside. Just before the ball went out of bounds, he gently poked it with his toe, sending the ball precisely into the space in front of the penalty area.

Sturridge appeared in that position.

A powerful shot!
The ball flew straight towards the near corner!

The follow-up was also very quick; however, Sturridge's shot was blocked by De Gea's leg as he got off the ground!
Duck sitting.

De Gea made the save almost while off balance.

Wow!

This save once again drew sighs of regret from Liverpool fans.

Liverpool had quite a few chances, but they've only scored one goal so far, entirely thanks to De Gea.

Courtside.

Moyes's face showed no joy at De Gea's save; instead, it grew even more serious.

When a team needs its goalkeeper to make a miraculous save to avoid conceding a goal.

This indicates a major problem with the defense!
“Gaio,” Moyes murmured the name, shaking his head slightly.

In the 18th minute, an even more exciting combination unfolded.

Henderson intercepted the ball and passed it to Gaio on the right wing. Instead of going to the byline, Gaio suddenly cut inside to the flank.

Every choice he made made it very difficult for Manchester United's Evra and Carrick to predict the defense.

This time, he cut inside to the edge of the penalty area.

This is already within his firing range.

Manchester United deployed a heavy defensive line.

Vidic came out to cover, and when Gaio was dribbling on the left, he suddenly turned and cut back, just when everyone thought he was going to turn back to the right.

He used this turn to attract Manchester United's attention, and then very subtly broke through Manchester United's defense with a clever backheel pass.

Sturridge slipped past Ferdinand.

A one-on-one opportunity has been created inside the penalty area!

Sturridge unleashed another powerful shot without much adjustment, this time using all his strength!
A powerful shot sent the net trembling!

The ball went in!
boom!
The entire Anfield stadium erupted in a roar; they were in the lead again!
Sturridge also rushed towards the corner flag area to celebrate.

however,
He had only taken a few steps when the referee blew his whistle, but instead of pointing to the center circle, he raised his right arm high.

Offside.

Sturridge looked at the linesman in disbelief.

The linesman's flag was raised.

As Gaio moved to the right wing, he exchanged a helpless glance with Sturridge.

The scoreboard at Anfield remains at 1-0, a score that hardly reflects the thrilling moments on the field.

The other Liverpool players were also very frustrated.

Gerrard continued to suggest that this was a misjudgment.

However, the replay of the broadcast showed that Sturridge was indeed in the most prominent position when Gaio passed the ball, and there was no misjudgment as it was offside.

At this time,
After his initial exclamation, Martin Tyler calmly stated, "Let's set aside De Gea's miraculous save and this lucky offside call for now. Behind these two close calls lies a more worrying signal: Manchester United's defensive system is being dismantled."

Notice the common thread in these two attacks: Gaião consistently receives the ball easily on the right flank, repeatedly tormenting Evra with his speed and changes of direction. Meanwhile, Manchester United's central defensive pairing appears hesitant when dealing with the overlapping runs of Sturridge and Gaião. This isn't an accidental mistake, but a structural weakness.

Manchester United fans may be relieved to have escaped a disaster, but manager Moyes must be sweating bullets right now.

His defenses are being repeatedly cut by the same scalpel.

When your goalkeeper needs to make a series of world-class saves, and your defenders need to rely on the offside line to save their lives, it's no longer a matter of luck, but a tactical alarm.

Liverpool's attack continues.

As long as Gaio continues to roam freely in this area, and as long as Manchester United's midfield protection remains so weak, it's only a matter of time before they score again.

In football, luck might help you once or twice, but it can't salvage a game where tactics are completely outmatched.

Evra was a little out of breath.

Defending against Gaio is exhausting for him!
It was very physically demanding!
Gaio's speed, footwork, and various changes of direction tormented him to the point of wishing for death.

He looked at the familiar boy.

He sighed helplessly.

What a miserable experience!
Although the club is an opponent, he wouldn't use the same dirty tricks on Gaio that he uses against other people.

If Gaio gets hurt...

He's going to be torn to pieces by the French fans!
Deschamps might even abandon him altogether, as Gaio is currently the absolute core of France.

So Evra seemed somewhat helpless.

If you can't match their hard power and you can't play petty tricks, how can you avoid being completely devoured?
The game continues.

In the 22nd minute, when Coutinho received the ball on the left side of midfield, Phil Jones slipped and fell to the ground during a challenge with Coutinho, clutching his ankle, seemingly injured.

However, seeing that the referee hadn't blown the whistle, the Brazilian midfielder decisively dribbled forward.

After advancing a few meters...

At that moment, Cleverley suddenly launched a flying tackle from the side and behind, bringing down Coutinho and the ball with a dangerous scissor kick!
drop!
A shrill whistle sounded.

Coutinho rolled on the grass in agony, clutching his calves, and Anfield erupted in a deafening chorus of boos.

Cleverley immediately got up, rushed to Coutinho who was lying on the ground, and roared at him, "Can't you fucking see someone's injured?! And you're still dribbling forward?!"

Gerald was the first to rush over and shove Cleverley aside: "What the hell are you doing?!"

The players from both sides quickly surrounded each other, with Vidic grabbing Henderson by the collar and Sturridge and Welbeck facing each other head-to-head.

Referee Marina frantically blew his whistle and frantically pushed his way into the crowd.

Gaio followed to help.

Fans in the Kop section threw coins onto the pitch, and Manchester United fans responded with insults.

Marriner ultimately showed Cleverley a yellow card, sparking a collective protest from the Liverpool coaching staff.

The fourth official on the sidelines had to restrain the agitated Rogers.

Manchester United's team doctor took the opportunity to enter the field and treat Jones.

Ironically, it was Coutinho, the one who was fouled, who was the one who was truly hurt.

If the boos at Anfield had materialized, Cleverley would probably be torn to pieces by now.

at the same time,

The Boot Room Tavern exploded!

"Fuck the Man United dogs!" A young fan wearing a Gerrard jersey slammed his beer mug on the table, splashing beer everywhere. "Cleverley, that son of a bitch, is deliberately trying to hurt people!"

When the television replay showed Cleverley's scissor kick, the entire pub erupted in even more furious cursing.

Someone grabbed a peanut dish from the table and smashed it against the TV screen. Others shouted, "Don't smash the TV! We still want to watch! Smash the Manchester United crest instead!"

"That should be a red card!" a balding middle-aged man roared, clutching his scarf. "That blind man Marina must have taken bribes!"

Amidst the chaos, old George remained calmly mixing drinks at the bar.

When excited young fans shouted at him, "Grandpa George, aren't you angry?" the old man just raised his eyelids and said, "I've seen dirtier ones. Manchester United has always been like this, but believe me, we've never let them get away with it."

However, he fell silent for a moment when he thought about his record over the past few years.

Liverpool are not afraid of Manchester United.

However, it is also true that they are inferior in terms of record.

He looked at the television.

The chaos is over; Liverpool have a free kick in a mediocre position on the left flank.

The broadcast gave Gaio a close-up.

Old George thought that perhaps things would be different starting with this game.

On the field.

Gerrard stepped up to take the free kick.

Gaio was originally there, but after Gaio and Gerrard whispered something to each other, Gerrard stood in front of the ball alone.

Gaio stood outside the penalty area line.

The penalty area was already packed with people.

Vidic grabbed Skrtel's jersey, and Skrtel retaliated with his own, neither willing to let go; Ferdinand pinned Sturridge behind him, blocking his movement with his arm; Henderson and Cleverley shoved each other in the middle, their knees occasionally hitting each other's calves—the penalty area of ​​the Manchester derby was never one to be weak.

Marina reminded him several times.

Finally, the whistle was blown!
drop!
Gerrard took a run-up, pushed off the ground, and swung his leg, sending the ball flying in an arc over the heads of everyone in the middle.

Vidic jumped up to clear the ball but touched nothing. Ferdinand turned to chase the ball, forgetting Sturridge behind him. Everyone followed the ball towards the front of the goal.

Evra, who was marking Gaio, was swayed by Henderson's lateral movement and moved half a step towards the middle.

And at the moment Gerrard took the kickoff and Henderson made his run.

Gaio suddenly surged forward!

He circled around the edge of the penalty area towards the far corner, and the chaos inside the penalty area made him unnoticed by Manchester United.

When the football flies towards the far corner.

All eyes turned to them.

All you could see was Gaio standing in the far corner, facing the incoming ball.

Without adjusting, Gaio launched himself forward and unleashed a powerful volley!

The increased flexibility allows him to maintain perfect form when shooting from this position!
Bang!
He poked the ball towards the goal in an instant!

Fast speed, short distance!
De Gea's view was blocked by Carrick again, and by the time he saw the ball, it was too late.

He barely managed to reach out but couldn't touch the soccer ball.

All I could do was watch the ball fly into the net, making the net shake violently.

The ball went in!
2-0!

And it's only been 26 minutes!

Gaio turned and charged toward the corner flag, arms outstretched, his sweat-soaked red jersey clinging to his back, billowing in the wind like a small flag.

To the corner flag area.

He looked up and swept across Manchester United's half of the field, meeting the gazes of the Manchester United players.

Gaio didn't shout or make any provocative gestures. He just stared at them, raised his right hand, pointed to the Liverpool crest on his chest, and then pointed to the grass at his feet—the meaning couldn't be clearer: this is Anfield.

He then turned to face the stands.

Once again, arms were outstretched!
This immediately caused an uproar among the fans near the corner flag! A shirtless young man with "YNWA" tattooed on his back jumped onto a seat in the front row, waving his scarf and shouting, "Anfield! This is our territory!"

Several people nearby joined in the shouting, their voices drowning out the sound of the wind.

Fans in the back rows also stood up and pounded on the railings of the stands, the rhythm getting faster and faster, and the people around them joined in, the "bang bang bang" sound echoing from the stands to all sides.

Soon, the entire stands started moving!

Red scarves fluttered like waves, and little fans were lifted onto their fathers' shoulders, holding up Gaio's number 10 jersey, shouting "Gaio! Gaio!" along with the adults, their voices sweet and childlike but exceptionally loud.

The fans, facing the away team's stands, chanted in unison, "This is Anfield!"

The boos from the Manchester United fans were completely drowned out with each repetition.

Gaio stood in the corner flag area, arms outstretched towards the stands, the wind blowing through his sweat-dampened hair, and he smiled and nodded.

The roar from the stands came in waves.

The fouls and provocations by the Manchester United players were all suppressed at this moment, with only red cheers and the sound of Anfield enveloping Gaio and every Liverpool fan.

Henderson, Gerald, and the others ran over and patted Gaio on the back. Gaio turned around and hugged them in celebration.

When they looked back at the stands, the fans' cheers grew even louder.

at the same time.

The Manchester United players seemed to be frozen in place.

Cleverley was the first to move, not to retrieve the ball, but to kick the turf hard.

He stared at the red figure still celebrating in the distance, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Vidic grabbed his jersey collar and yelled at Ferdinand beside him, "Why didn't you look at the far post just now?!"

Ferdinand didn't refute, but just lowered his head and kicked the grass on the ground. He had indeed forgotten Gaio's position when he watched Gerrard's free kick.

Trailing by two goals, and only 26 minutes in, the players were starting to panic.

De Gea turned to look at Carrick in the middle, frowned, and pointed to where Carrick had been standing, indicating that Carrick had blocked his view and by the time he saw the ball, it was too late.

Carrick didn't reply. He simply turned and walked towards the goal, bent down to pick up the ball, and walked slowly and heavily toward the center circle. The Manchester United jersey on the back of his shirt fluttered in the wind, looking completely lifeless.

The most conspicuous figure was Van Persie, who stood outside the penalty area, not looking at the celebrating Liverpool players, nor communicating with his teammates, just staring at the goalpost.

As a striker, he should have rushed forward when they were down by two goals, but after Gaio scored, he subconsciously glanced back at the scoreboard. The cheers at Anfield felt like a stone pressing on his chest, and even he felt that this game would be difficult to play today.

In the stands, Dalglish laughed like a child.

Ferguson's expression grew even more serious, and he even considered making a comeback if there was any possibility.

He didn't want to see Manchester United crumble in front of Liverpool.

He spent 27 years building Manchester United into a Premier League powerhouse, only to see the dynasty crumble the moment he left.

He hoped that the foundation he laid would allow future generations to continue leading Manchester United to numerous championships.

Courtside.

Rogers, who is known for his composure, suddenly kicked away the water bottle at his feet and opened his arms.

He first clutched his head in disbelief, then excitedly pounded his chest repeatedly.

As the passion subsided, Rogers fell into a brief daze.

Looking at Gaio surrounded by his teammates, he suddenly recalled the events of the preseason transfer window.

When the club's management forced him to accept this 8000 million yuan contract, he even threw his tactical board in his office.

At that moment, all he wanted to say was, "You are right, he is a genius."

As he straightened his suit, Rogers gave a relieved smile.

Liverpool's new core has arrived!
Inside the Boot Room Tavern.

Amidst a roar, Martin Taylor's voice came from the television.

"Goal! Gai! A textbook tactical free kick! Gerrard and Gai's perfect understanding perfectly confirms our analysis: Manchester United's defensive system has structural weaknesses!"
Look at the whole process of this goal. When all the players mechanically rushed to the near post, only Gaio darted like a ghost to the far corner.

Evra was completely lost in the sea of ​​defenders, which is a typical sign of a collapse in defensive discipline!

This goal was not accidental; it was the inevitable result of Liverpool's targeted and repeated attacks on the right flank area.

Gai has created dangerous opportunities in this area multiple times throughout the game!
What's even more amazing is Gaio's basketball IQ.

While the world anticipated his breakthrough, he chose to end the game with the smartest off-the-ball movement. A player like that deserves every penny of his transfer fee!

Manchester United now faces not only a two-goal deficit, but also an unsolvable tactical dilemma. When your defense is completely read by the opponent, and when every weakness of yours is precisely exploited, the game is inevitably heading towards collapse.

Remember this night, Anfield has finally regained its kingly aura.

In Martin Taylor's voice.

"See that?! That's fucking football!" A burly fan threw an entire glass of beer into the air, the golden liquid shimmering like celebratory champagne under the lights.

A fan slammed his fist on the table by the bar: "Taylor was right! Gaio's positioning on that play was so smart!"

As the replay showed Gaio's ghostly movements, whistles echoed throughout the tavern.

Several young fans dressed in retro jerseys shouted in the tone of the commentator, "Did you hear that! Manchester United's defense is full of holes!"

"To hell with Cleverley!" The most excited fan, who had been the most agitated before, was now stomping on his chair in exhilaration. "Now you know who the real genius is, right? Scissor kick? We'll let the goals speak for themselves!"

When George heard that the transfer fee was worth every penny, he suddenly raised his voice: "Eighty million? Cheap! Shankly said that great players are priceless!"

These words drew cheers and toasts from the entire audience.

When Taylor spoke of Anfield regaining its regal aura, the entire tavern suddenly fell silent.

Old George suddenly started singing "You'll Never Walk Alone".

The fans in the pub joined in the singing.

This song is already etched into his blood; he will never forget it until he dies.

".Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone.

The song began, this time even more powerful and resonant.

Through the pub window, you can see the lights of Anfield Stadium piercing the Merseyside night sky in the distance.

England at this moment.

Countless eyes are on this match, and many people believe it will be a clash of titans.

It would be like Mars colliding with Earth.

however,
Manchester United looked like they were playing a lively game, but in reality, they were completely outmatched by Liverpool in terms of clear-cut chances!
This turned into a crushing defeat!

Manchester United got thrashed by Liverpool? How many years has it been since we've seen this?
London, Kearney training ground.

Wenger rested his hands on his chin, watching the screen replay Gaio's ghostly run. The professor's deep eyes narrowed slightly.

“Liverpool’s attacking third play,” he murmured. “Gerrard’s vertical passes, Gaião’s lateral runs.”

The professor was thinking about tactics.

Thinking about what they could do if they faced Liverpool.

But no matter how much you think about it, you'll always get stuck on one point—how to defend against Gaio.

Finally, Wenger sighed, "The difficulty of qualifying for the Champions League has increased again."

On the field.

The match continued, and Manchester United were unwilling to accept the score.

Intensify the attack.

Van Persie received the ball with his back to goal at the edge of the penalty area, with Agger marking him closely like a shadow.

The Danish center-back used his experienced positioning to thwart the Dutchman's attempts to turn twice.

In the third physical confrontation, Agger poked the ball away half a step ahead, and Van Persie staggered and fell to the ground.

Referee Marina raised his hands to signal the game to continue.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Van Persie's eyes as he lay on the ground. Suddenly, he stretched out his leg and hooked Agger's supporting foot, who was about to come to his rescue!

Ah!
Ag fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his right ankle and rolling around in pain.

A deafening chorus of boos erupted from the KOP stands.

A shrill whistle sounded.

Marriner rushed to the scene, the linesman frantically waved his flag, and the broadcast cameras precisely captured Van Persie's additional action of hooking his foot—this retaliatory move was blatantly exposed to the world when he had completely lost possession of the ball.

Marina did not hesitate to show Van Persie a yellow card.

A close-up shot on the Anfield big screen captured the Dutch striker's gloomy expression; the yellow card was less a punishment and more an outburst of his frustration throughout the match.

This incident completely exposed the anxiety of the Manchester United players.

As Robin van Persie walked back to his half with his head down, the Kop stands chanted a satirical song, "Robin van Persie is looking for his mother."

This made the Dutchmen's faces darken even more.

Just five minutes later, the tension at Anfield escalated once again!
Ashley Young's cross from the left wing flew wildly towards the corner flag, and Van Persie, who was trying to get a shot off in the box, didn't even jump.

During the jump, Skrtel used a concealed hand gesture to firmly press down on the Dutchman's shoulder.

After the two collided heavily, Van Persie angrily shoved Skrtel in the chest!
"You fucking elbowed me!" Van Persie roared at referee Marina.

Spurred back three steps by the shove, Scott suddenly flew into a rage. The already fierce-looking Slovakian was not about to swallow his anger and rushed forward to demand, "Want to fight, you bastard!"

Gerrard immediately stepped between the two, shoving Van Persie aside with one hand and pointing at the referee with the other, roaring: "You didn't even give him a card?"

Surprisingly, Marina did not issue a second yellow card.

Moyes on the sidelines made a gesture of calm, but Van Persie was still gesturing an elbowing motion at the linesman.

Skrtel continued to hurl insults at Van Persie in Slovak, to which Van Persie retorted, wiping sweat from his brow with his jersey: "What else can you do besides dirty tricks!"

The two sides grew increasingly angry as they talked.

Gaio also wanted to rush forward at this moment. Having been the captain of Bastia and the national team for so long, he couldn't stand being a spectator at a time like this.

But just as he was about to go up, Lucas grabbed him, saying, "Don't go! Brendan told us to keep an eye on you. You can't get hurt! It's too dangerous!"

Gaio was somewhat helpless.

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When Gerrard saw that the referee wasn't issuing a card, he simply yelled at Van Persie: "If you can't handle losing, go back to Manchester!"

Van Persie, naturally, retaliated without backing down.

The two men cursed each other as they drew closer and closer, their foreheads almost touching.

Welbeck hurriedly pulled Van Persie away, and Henderson also hugged Gerrard.

But the two captains continued to argue fiercely with the referee, and Marina went to intervene and stop them.

And Jay's lip movements were noteworthy.

They really went all out against Van Persie, showing him no mercy whatsoever.

The chaos lasted for a full four or five minutes, and the Anfield fans were equally active.

When the conflict first broke out.

Someone shouted, "Van Persie! Go to the youth team! You can't even beat our 18-year-olds!"

When Van Persie shoved Skrtel, he yelled, "Kindergarten killer! Go play U23 if you're so tough!"

Someone waved a cardboard sign with Gaio's image wildly, shouting, "Look! This is world-class! Your guy's just a scammer!"

"Need diapers, Robin? We're having a sale at our Liverpool supermarket!"

"Happy red card to you~"

Amid the boos, many of the comments made Liverpool fans laugh.

"Go back to Manchester and find your mother! Anfield Kindergarten doesn't accept overgrown children!"

"The way they defended Yang was like my five-year-old nephew playing FIFA!"

There are many, many more.

In the stands.

Ferguson frowned deeply, and his expression turned sour.

Because he heard many Liverpool fans singing a song with his name on it—

When you cry at Dream Theatre

When Ferguson lost his magic
Remember the Anfield night sky

There is a legend of an 18-year-old.

Liverpool legends like Dalglish were laughing heartily.

I haven't felt this good in a long time!

cool!

This is the real Red Cross!

Finally, they got their revenge; they'd had enough of being frustrated these past few years.

The game resumed.

Dalglish's gaze was fixed solely on Gaio, no longer on anyone else.

Under the lights of Anfield, the old king's eyes shone brightly.

Whenever he saw Gay's agile dribbling past opponents, and the number 10 jersey flashing under the lights, Dalglish seemed to see another parallel universe—

There's Shankly's pipe, a picture of himself when he joined Liverpool in 1977, and Fowler's countless goals.
And now, there is another spirited French teenager.

(End of this chapter)