Chapter 614 - 316: The Suspense is Back

No crazy dribbling.

No powerful shot.

Tendou had chipped the ball into Barça's goal with a delicate touch that completely belied his physique and athletic ability.

As the ball went into the net, the hearts of the away fans, which had been in their throats, instantly exploded.

BOOM!

The twenty thousand Liverpool fans in the stands hugged each other, jumping and cheering.

And the nearly eighty thousand Barça fans at the scene were sighing, holding their heads, and cursing...

Their confidence was shaken.

Less than forty minutes into the match, Liverpool had scored two goals in a row away from home.

Without the eternal reference point of their attack, Salah, and with their main center forward, Firmino, absent.

That 18-year-old Asian genius had stepped up.

At the Camp Nou, the most difficult stadium to conquer in the world this season, he had completed a brace in less than 40 minutes.

"Beautiful!"

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

"The second one!"

"Liverpool has scored! It's TJ!"

"He tore through Barça's defense with his talent and chipped the ball into the goal with an elegant touch!"

"Mané's pass was very far forward, because he believed that TJ was faster than anyone else!"

"In fact, TJ did it! He got to the ball a step ahead and completed the goal!"

"A brace!"

"Aggregate score 3:2! Barça hasn't won yet! Liverpool hasn't lost yet!"

Liverpool fans all over the world were in an uproar.

Although they held high hopes that Liverpool could make a comeback, the chances of that wish being fulfilled were slim.

Facing Barça's 90% home win rate, and with Liverpool 3 goals down, even the most optimistic Liverpool fans could only pray for a miracle.

But now, the suspense was back.

With their superstar scoring a brace in less than half a match, the suspense of the game had returned.

"The great Klopp!"

"Since he came to Liverpool, the Premier League Reds have been on the right track!"

"In just a few years, he has completed the transformation of Liverpool!"

"This season, he even insisted on bringing in TJ when no one understood!"

"His eye for talent is beyond question!"

"And his adjustment in this match, his choice to put TJ at the forefront of the team, once again proves his coaching level!"

"..."

The official Liverpool commentator roared with passion.

Tendou had fallen, but he quickly got up, ran into the goal, and picked up the ball.

However, Piqué, angry and embarrassed, deliberately crashed into Tendou.

Ter Stegen also stood in Tendou's way.

The result was predictable.

Young Master Tendou had never lost out in such matters.

With a burst of strength, he directly pushed away Piqué and ter Stegen, the two tallest and strongest players on the Barça team.

The two of them felt disgraced and came at him again, looking for trouble.

The moment Tendou scored, Arnold had rushed over, wanting to celebrate with him.

But when he saw them laying hands on his little brother, he immediately rushed to Tendou's side to square off against them.

If it were normally, Tendou would have played with them a bit.

But not now.

Because they were still the trailing side, they shouldn't be wasting time bickering with these old hands.

Piqué and ter Stegen were still relentless.

These two experienced veterans were not entirely acting out of anger and embarrassment.

They had keenly sensed that the atmosphere on the field was not right.

Liverpool's momentum was like a man-eating monster.

If they didn't interrupt it, or rather, if they didn't mobilize their teammates' fighting spirit, Liverpool might equalize the score by halftime.

So they wanted to do something.

As for their king, Messi, he was still standing in the midfield with his hands on his hips, his face expressionless.

But Tendou did not take the bait.

He put his arm around Arnold's shoulder and, carrying the ball, pushed past them and walked towards the center circle.

"Well done, Trent! That long pass just now was no worse than mine!" Tendou praised him.

"It was better than yours!"

"I am Trent of Liverpool! I am the future of Liverpool! Kid, you need to learn to know your place!"

"Hahaha..."

Although Arnold hadn't scored, his contribution to this goal was 50%.

He had defended against Messi and sent a precise long pass to find Tendou.

It could be said that he had done perfectly on both offense and defense. There was nothing more to criticize.

On the big screen, the two young Liverpool players were talking and laughing.

Seeing this, the Liverpool fans gave them a warm round of applause.

It seemed that they no longer needed to worry about Liverpool's next decade.

Tendou seemed to have thought of something. He held up two fingers towards his own fans' section. Arnold followed suit...

The Liverpool fans cheered. The Barça fans booed wildly.

Aggregate score 2:3!

Tendou's brace had given Liverpool hope again.

After the kickoff, Liverpool, as usual, launched a frantic press against Barça.

The two goals had completely ignited the fighting spirit of the Liverpool players.

The dopamine secreted in their bodies made them forget everything, and they threw themselves entirely into the match.

One by one, they chased and intercepted the Barça players, regardless of their stamina.

It turns out that Piqué was right.

After the kickoff, the Barça players were completely suppressed in their own half by Liverpool's momentum.

Faced with Liverpool's wolf pack, they could only pass the ball around time and time again, moving clumsily in their own half.

This was a disgrace.

One had to know, Barça had always been famous for their ground-based football. Passing and control were the tactics they were most proud of.

But there was nothing they could do.

Liverpool's performance during this period was just too outstanding.

Finally, after more than ten minutes had passed, the referee blew the whistle for halftime.

At this time, the Barça players actually found themselves breathing a sigh of relief.

This proved that the pressure Liverpool had given them was really, really great.

Valverde immediately led his players into the locker room.

He needed to mobilize his players' fighting spirit.

If they were still being pressed by Liverpool in the second half, this match might be turned over by the opponent.

The same went for Klopp. He led his disciples back to the locker room and closed the door.

"What a brilliant match!"

"I have a premonition that this match will go down in the annals of football history, becoming one of the most classic Champions League battles!"

"In the first half, the away team, Liverpool, scored two consecutive goals. They are now just one goal away from equalizing with Barça!"

"It has to be said, Klopp's adjustment was very effective."

"He boldly started the 18-year-old TJ!"

"Hahaha, I'm not surprised by Klopp's choice. He has always been a head coach who is extremely good at unearthing young players."

"More importantly, TJ has this ability!"

"If it weren't for his versatility, he would have the qualifications to challenge for the title of the strongest center forward in history. But his talent is just that amazing."

Gerrard was extremely satisfied with his old club's first-half performance.

They had played with substance and also with the spirit of Liverpool.