The players from both sides surrounded the referee, hoping he would rescind the order.
Such a punishment was too severe.
A red card!
It would mean a suspension. In the final sprint of the league season, no team wanted to be short of manpower.
But the referee's attitude was firm.
He had already warned both sides many times, but they had continued to act as they pleased. This had already infringed upon his authority.
With one player sent off from each side, they did not hold back. Instead, it was as if their fighting spirit had been ignited.
The gunpowder on the field had been completely ignited.
In the 71st minute of the match, Hazard continued to break through on the wing.
With Higuaín off, Chelsea was now playing without a striker.
Tendou attacked again, bringing Hazard down with a slide tackle just outside the box.
However, this tackle was very clean. He had touched the ball first before bringing the man down.
But the Chelsea players believed he had done it on purpose.
This was a retaliatory tackle!
They turned and surrounded Tendou, demanding an explanation.
Van Dijk, seeing his little brother in trouble, unhesitatingly stepped up and went head-to-head with Pedro.
Salah, Mané, Henderson, and the others all rushed over.
TWEET, TWEET, TWEET, TWEET!!!
The referee blew his whistle hard, finally separating the two groups.
Van Dijk got a yellow card, and Pedro got a yellow card.
The match had completely descended into chaos!
Hazard was Chelsea's treasured baby, and was Tendou not Liverpool's team pet?
If you dare to cause trouble for Tendou, the Liverpool players will naturally not be polite with you.
In the 80th minute of the match, Liverpool had a counter-attacking opportunity.
Tendou received the ball in the center, but before he could take two steps, he was brought down by a tackle.
Tendou spat out a mouthful of grass and mud, immediately got up, and pushed Loftus-Cheek down.
Thus, the two teams gathered together again.
The referee was completely pushed to his limit!
No more talking about favors.
Tendou also received a yellow card, and Loftus-Cheek, who had slide-tackled him, did not escape either.
"For the match to be played like this, I really didn't expect it!"
"Since the start of the second half, the referee has already shown two red cards and four yellow cards!"
"But the good news is that we are still in the lead. But we must control our emotions and not get anyone else sent off!"
"Especially TJ, you need to calm down!"
Klopp was indeed very worried about another key player being sent off, especially the team's hub, Tendou.
A broken match!
Both teams had completely lost their heads. All sorts of flying tackles were being thrown around.
No matter how the two head coaches tried to persuade them, it was useless.
In the 87th minute of the match, there was a turning point.
Hazard, in the process of breaking through, was once again tackled by Tendou.
Again, he had touched the ball first before the man.
And, after completing the tackle, the ball was still at his feet.
Without any extra thoughts, he immediately got up and accelerated.
Hazard didn't even have time to act before he saw Liverpool's number 44 sprint towards his own half like a bolt of lightning.
His eyes were laced with lightning, and his gaze was terrifyingly cold.
Kanté pounced at the first moment but was surprised to find that at this time, the opponent's speed was even faster than at the start.
"Thunderclap and Flash!"
"Godspeed!"
He hadn't drawn the skill, but his straight-line sprinting speed was frighteningly fast.
Kanté had just gotten close when he saw Tendou's foot stomp hard on the grass, and then his entire body seemed to be pushed forward.
The tireless Kanté himself was left behind.
Loftus-Cheek noticed and quickly came over.
Knowing that he couldn't stop Tendou on his own, his killing intent rose.
He sprinted towards Tendou and then smashed his body into him.
This was definitely going for the man.
And guess what happened?
Tendou gathered all his strength and collided with Loftus-Cheek like a train.
With a bang, Loftus-Cheek, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of fans in the stadium, was sent flying several meters and landed heavily on the grass.
"OH MY GOD!"
"TJ!"
"He's a beast!"
Anfield erupted.
As Tendou pushed the man away and started running again, not a single Liverpool fan was sitting.
Even Gerrard and the host on Sky Sports had stood up.
Tendou was still sprinting!
Like a high-speed train!
The Chelsea defenders quickly came forward, but this was a different kind of Tendou.
This kind of completely different style switch was driving the defenders to the brink of insanity.
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
At the limit of human step frequency, his legs made four touches per second.
With a series of flashes and turns, he had managed to get past the Chelsea double-team.
At the edge of the Chelsea penalty area, Salah and Mané had both made their forward runs on the left and right.
Kepa simply couldn't judge the direction of Liverpool's shot. The opponent had too many options.
...
And Tendou, if it were normally, he would most likely choose the optimal solution. But at this moment, he was also stimulated by the分泌of dopamine.
Right now, his eyes only saw the goal.
"Release!"
With a lightning-fast shot, his right foot quickly swung and smashed into the ball.
With a bang, Kepa instantly made a diving save, but the angle of this shot was too sharp, going straight into the top corner.
"GOOOOOOOAL!"
The Liverpool commentator roared loudly.
"Goal!"
"A dragon-run goal from TJ!"
"This is the goal that kills the match!"
...
"3:1! Liverpool has sealed the victory!"
Goal!
The Liverpool players, who had been holding in their anger, rushed towards Tendou like madmen.
Tendou, not caring about elegance or not, jumped onto the advertising hoardings, spread his arms, and roared in celebration.
Fortunately, the remaining shred of rationality in his brain told him to calm down a little. Otherwise, he might have directly charged into the crowd of fans and been "caressed"!
"YES!!!"
Seeing the goal, Klopp also turned and pumped his fists three times.
This goal not only sealed the victory but also released the anger in his chest.
"TJ!"
"You are Liverpool's TJ!"
"..."
The TJ song echoed through Anfield.
A sea of red, cheering, singing, and dancing.
In contrast, the Blues, their morale was crushed by this goal. The last bit of hope in the fans' hearts was also killed.
After the match resumed, Klopp and Sarri both, as if by prior agreement, substituted their key players off.
Tendou and Hazard walked off the field one after another.
As the Belgian prodigy was leaving, he took a deep look at Tendou, then turned to look at his own team, a decision already made in his heart.
"Real Madrid can give you everything you want."
He thought of what his agent had said to him before. If he continued to stay at Chelsea, he might really achieve nothing.
Liverpool and Manchester City, these two teams were too strong. In addition, there were also teams like Arsenal, Manchester United, and Tottenham eyeing them covetously.
But at Real Madrid, he could play with a group of stars.
There, he could win more.
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