[Liverpool's failures this season are mostly due to counterattack. But Liverpool, who already scored one point, has no reason to attack. In fact, I was standing in line without going out at all. Just before.]

But now.

Ominous energy was soaking up the pitch.

Only then, when Benitez realized the seriousness of the situation, he shouted.

Whether it was the first half or the second half, it was Real Madrid.

Now was the time to be most careful.

Not surprisingly, Real Madrid pulled a knife.

[Zinedine Zidane sends the ball to the side once again.]

[Argenne Robben catches. This makes Liverpool's side space tattered. In addition, the two-wire line is scattering, causing defensive imbalances.]

[That's right. It's not just about blocking the cross anymore. Real Madrid has more choices. Whatever it is, the important thing is that it's a good situation for one shot.]

Everything was loopholes.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Liverpool eventually split the line and put a lot of pressure on both sides.

3 minutes remaining until end of 1st half.

Somehow had to stop their offensive.

In the midst of this fierce competition, the crowd screamed enthusiastically.

"Madrid, Madrid, Madrid!"

"¡Hala Madrid!"

"Y nada mas!"

"Y nada mas-!"

More than 70,000 spectators sang in cheers.

The conductor of the large choir was eleven white athletes roaming the field.

[Great opening. I feel how thirsty the fans of Real Madrid are in the Champions League.]

[Football with your own head is fun, but after all, it's fun to play. Is there a feeling that something will happen right now?]

[The players, who were suffering from boring line defenses, are finally trying to get out of the shade.]

When the hands exceed 46 minutes.

Real Madrid's offense peaked.

widely.

[Marcelou tries to break through from the side. As Arbeloa approached forward, he pulled the ball back without hesitation.]

[Carlos standing behind receives a pass.]

[And straight diagonal cross!]

[The ball is on the other side! It wasn't cross!]

Liverpool defenders jumped at Carlos' surprise kick.

But the ball arrived on the other side.

It was where Archen Robben was located.

There was still no space, but he tried to break through the crowded situation.

It was his organ.

[Archen Robben! Digging into space at incredible speed! In a moment, they pass through the Aurelio and dig into the box!]

[Mascherano, who had been defending his personal defense, turns to Robben by surprise!]

The world's most defensive midfielder was judged differently.

Mascherano stepped toward Robben with a momentary base.

If you cut the ball here, you could aim for counterattack.

If it was successful, it was a super precipitation who could turn the charter completely.

But Robben's feet were faster than that.

[Roben beats once more! It's a quick whack that makes Mascherano's tackle useless!]

[Argenne Robben goes on the side as it goes. I'm looking right inside the box.]

Real Madrid's attack was steadfast as it was trained.

But there was no such thing as a manual.

In line with the situation, the players only made the best moves.

At the same time, the development of the attack had a changeable attitude, and Woo Woo-young and Raul changed their positions and caused confusion.

Skrtel, who was marking Woo Ho-young, couldn't catch his message.

It was then.

[Roben makes a short ball into the box!]

[Woo-young gets closer and receives the ball!]

Tak, Tak.

Woo Ho Young's patent.

He briefly dribbled short, timing out, and pretending to shoot at a moment, swerving quickly to the left.

The skill of handling the ball with a monster resilience was very good.

"··· Turn off."

Skrtel immediately regained a sense of balance and followed, but it was too late.

[Woo Woo-young takes off Skrtel for one hour!]

[Attempt to break straight through the left edge in a messy situation!]

The inside of the penalty box is quite illegal.

"Keep your spirit up!"

"Space shooter!"

Short fleeting.

Jamie Carragher and Arbeloa shouted loudly, but the ball had already left Hoyoung's left foot.

[Robbing Crosses to Reina Keeper's Key!]

[Falls to the empty space on the right side where no one seems to count!]

The space was filled by Raul in no time.

He also took the cross.

Cheongung!

[Go oh oh oh! Raul's right-footed volley shoot cuts the net!]

[Inverted hot pot just before the end of the first half! Real Madrid finally does it!]

Oh! Oh!

Barber players flocked to the corner.

"Young, you awesome. We just have to do this. "

"Yes. It's hard to get inside the box, so it's definitely easy to get inside. "

The process of getting into the box is quick and concise.

Instead, the point was not to be simple.

At that time Benitez grabbed his head.

'Oh My God.'

It was literally the worst for Liverpool.

Tightly closed gate is already loose.

It was not possible to return it to its original state, and if it could be done, the reward was everything.

Liverpool's halftime was busy.

Real Madrid's home locker room was no different.

The players were spared no effort, and Schuster entered a tactical conference.

Ten minutes later, each team player had entered the tunnel.

'Gerard.'

Hoyoung's eyes turned to Gerard.

Santiago Bernabeu's tunnel was blocked in the middle, but he could see the opponent's side through the grate.

Meanwhile, Steven Gerrard's hoarded face was seen.

'A great man.'

It was great to see and see again.

Torres also had a bloody talent, but in fact Gerard's was more coveted.

However, because of the nonsense of "winning the EPL," I was not ready to covet.

Sometimes there were these players.

Barcelona's Xabi, for example, was faced with challenging conditions, such as "Winning to Barcelona."

This needed to be studied separately.

Anyway, it was clear that after today's game, Fernando Torres would be able to explore the talent.

First, El Nino's line breaking (U).

'And in the second game, you can ride a piece of beauty (A +).'

It was a golden opportunity to upgrade the existing sculpture beauty (A + 3).

Beep-

About 10 minutes had passed since the start of the second half.

[Liverpool will look different in the second half.]

[At the same time strengthening the defense inside the box while the outside is systematically building a zone defense (Zone defense). Moreover, there is also room for counterattack.]

[The players will be very busy.]

Benitez was the best response.

'I can't delay anymore.'

If left alone, it was obvious that they would be allowed to give up additional runs by being pulled back and forth to Real Madrid's flexible share football.

Fortunately, since the second half, Gerard and Torres have been revived, recovering a decent flow.

Benitez also accelerated the game by introducing Yossi Benayoun, Israel's Messi.

[Benayun unfolding dazzling personality against Ramos. Dig into the left side backspace.]

[At the same time Fernando Torres enters the box!]

[Crushing Ground Ball Cross to the Center!]

[But I get Pepe's feet! Pepe kicking forward!]

The ball kicked forward.

There was a breathtaking atmosphere.

Players exchanged a silent signal even before Schuster's signal.

As Liverpool had changed, Real Madrid was changing the same.

The flow twisted from there as well.

[Aerial ball emerged as a half line! Woo-young and Mascherano follow!]

The two men have been fighting for a long time since the Beijing Olympics.

Mascherano, who had been hit by Woo at that time, quickly turned his brain.

The best was to prevent Woo-young from catching the ball.

'Try it.'

So this was the method of choice.

Mascherano and Woo-young Woo! I jumped almost at the same time!]

Once jumped at the same time.

But there, I changed my way slightly.

On the way, Woo strongly pushed Woo-young's thigh.

In El Classico, it was the same way Woo Woo-young wrote to Gerard Pique.

But Woo Young was not Piqué.

"Kheck."

Unstable stability.

No matter how physique differs, they are only 17 years old.

What is this thigh?

"Oops like this."

It was not very effective.

Hoyoung was so shocked that he couldn't get the heading right.

Instead, he received the ball with his shoulder.

Woo Woo-young, trapping the ball with shoulders!

[There were some mistakes in the process of trapping, but I'm afraid to control the ball freely.]

[Ah! Mascherano is running at the same time!]

[It's a game!]

'Take it.'

Mascherano's idea was that he couldn't win on his head but didn't lose on his feet.

But even that was not easy.

'What is this?'

An unusual level of ball keeping.

Even if he tried to put his foot in, Ho Young drew the ball and kept it to the end.

'little bit more······!'

Had he had time, it could have been taken away, but Ho Young was not a fool to give his opponent that much time.

At the moment, Ho-young's eyes turned to Zidane.

The ball headed over there.

Percussion.

"Sick!"

[Woo Woo-young saves the ball at the end gives Zidane a pass.]

[Zidane received the ball. Do you really look at the side again? Liverpool is quickly building a defensive line and arranging the defensive line!]

Most thought so.

Zidane's choice, however, was center, not side.

A short pass to and from Diarra, he built up a central buildup, and made a terrible fast.

Blame, percussion.

Through detailed linked play, the market share has been greatly increased.

Like a chameleon, it was changing its playstyle to match the flow.

[This time widen the side to open the space of the opposite side. I'm actively using the opposite space.]

[That's right. Real Madrid are creating a chance with a complex chain of play. Zinedine Zidane is helping Woo-young Woo.]

The flow accelerated.

A quick buildup in the midfield cracked the Liverpool defense, and Zidane pulled out the knife at the perfect timing.

Percussion!

[Low and fast pass rushing to the forefront!]

All that's left is to finish the buildup.

That was the attacker's infiltration.

Perak!

[Hoo-young takes the right foot first with high speed!]

[Ah! I'm hitting right away!]

[Shu, Shoo woo woo woo!

Fast shooting with at least one beat.

Despite having touched the ball with his right foot, Ho Young fired without hesitation.

The left foot was as confident as the right foot.

And.

Chew!

"Wah aaaah ah ah ah ah ah!"

A left-footed shot from just outside the penalty area was sucked into the net.

It was a mid-range shot that seemed to tear the net.

[Go oh oh oh oh! Woo Ho-young's second goal hits a wedge! Woo Young's Champions League 5th goal!]

[great. As much as today, the Zi-Woo line is a much better performer than the Ge-To line!]

Left hook, light hook.

And upcut.

The tactics completed by Woo-young's approach and Schuster's mastery made Liverpool faint.

Beep-

The game was soon over.

3 to 1.

Although the quarter-finals were not confirmed, Bernabeu was already in the mood for the festival.