From Chelsea's point of view, this substitution is the replacement of old and new Warcraft.

As for Liverpool, Dalglish simply doesn't want to get injured again, and he is a little scared.

Sterling touched the turf!

This is the first time he has represented Liverpool's first team in the League Cup, against a strong team like Chelsea.

"Go! Sterling! Play hard, otherwise, prison will be waiting for you!" What echoed in his head at this time was what his high school teacher told him.

During those difficult years, only football could bring him joy.

If you can't face the miserable life with a smile, then you will only be overwhelmed by the crime rate of up to 70% around you!

"Rahim!" Sterling heard Lindy calling him and ran over with a grin on his face.

Lindy put a hand on his shoulder: "Are you nervous?"

"Huh? Uh... some, right? Ha... haha..." Sterling smiled a little reluctantly, and his legs that couldn't stand still betrayed him.

"Don't be nervous. Let me tell you, being a forward is very simple. You only need to do one thing." Lindy said quickly while leading him forward, "Shoot!"

"Shoot?"

"After entering the penalty area, as long as there is space, don't hesitate, don't think, don't use your brain to get ahead of others, just shoot!"

The game had already started, and Lindy didn't have any more time to say anything else, so he patted him on the back.

Next, it depends on God.

Lukaku on the other side shook his beautiful dreadlocks and looked for the opponent's goal.

Well, yes, it’s the left!

The game restarts.

But people soon discovered that there were some changes in the atmosphere on the field.

There is an inexplicable atmosphere of joy permeating this tense stadium.

Obviously three people have been injured in this game, so both sides should be at war with each other.

Looking at the solemn faces of the two coaches, Di Matteo and Dalglish, on the sidelines, there should be no joy.

3 minutes later

Lampard sent a through ball in the midfield, and Lukaku, who was 191cm tall, had Ronaldinho on his back... No, Coates on his back, led with his left foot, and was about to turn around.

But the ball is missing!

"Oops! Stopped!"

Hey, Lukaku licked his lips and stretched out his left hand...

Three meters away, a somewhat confused Bellamy looked at the football that rolled to his feet and quickly turned around to fight back.

Where no one noticed, Di Matteo's eyes twitched, as if he sensed something bad.

Fortunately, Lampard did not move too far forward. He directly blocked Bellamy's path in the center circle.

In desperation, he could only choose to pass the ball back to Lindy who was outflanking him.

"Bang!"

Lindy strangely sent a long pass directly, but there was no one there.

Just when people were wondering, a little red man rushed there at extremely fast speeds.

The Liverpool fans at the scene immediately cheered. This was their first counterattack after being passive for nearly 20 minutes.

"That little man is so fast! Sterling, charge!" Reid shouted loudly.

Brown beside him also started to get excited: "Come on, the future British Emperor Star!"

"Brown, are you exaggerating? We don't have any 17-year-old British star in England anymore?"

Before a few people could start arguing about this, the cheers suddenly stopped.

Lindy, who just thought he had passed a wonderful ball, also stood blankly on the spot, his face gradually distorted, and the smile on his face disappeared...

"Can't be angry, can't be angry, this was an accident, he must be too nervous." Lindy kept comforting herself to calm down her mood.

Let's rewind the time to 10 seconds ago.

Sterling shook off all the defenders, like an elf on the field.

Suddenly appeared in the hole in Chelsea's defense.

Single sword!

But even in this case, there is only one pass.

Cech, who was attacking, seemed to have received a pass from the defender and almost used his feet to catch it out of habit.

But at this time, Sterling's heart was already panicking, but he still kept a smile on his face.

His smile was his protective color, "Rahim, you have to smile more. Those bad guys don't like children who cry and look sad. Don't follow in your father's footsteps, do you understand?"

After so many years, he has gotten used to it.

Fortunately, everyone understands this goal.

After all, I'm only 17, so this is normal.

Moreover, the fans at the scene couldn't bear to curse when they saw his smile.

The game continues.

But the happy atmosphere seems to be beginning to be exaggerated.

The 39th minute of the game.

Chelsea's forwards were high and fast at the same time, and Meireles sent a cross at a 45-degree angle.

Torres, who is 185cm tall, jumped high in the penalty area to grab the first landing spot.

However, due to Agger's interference, he could only choose to move backwards. Lukaku, who is 191cm tall, stretched out his feet like the wind to grab the landing spot before everyone else.

"Bang!"

The fans in the audience raised their heads along with the football and watched the football go up to the sky in unison.

There have been enough weird things happening today, and the fans seem to be a little bit used to it.

The instigator touched the unwrinkled back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed.

Lindy didn't feel anything at all. With this kind of ball, whether it scored or not was a matter of luck.

He glanced at Sterling outside the penalty area and smiled at him.

In the last few minutes of the first half, neither side achieved anything.

The game ended the first half 0-1 just as Dalglish expected.

On the way back to the locker room, Lindy, as the "big brother", patted Sterling on the shoulder: "I didn't expect you to be able to catch that ball. If it were me, I might not be able to reach that position.

If I could shoot directly from that place, I think it would be cool, right?"

Sterling nodded dazedly.

Lindy continued: "If my mother could see this ball, it would be great, right?"

!!!

Sterling looked at Lindy suddenly, with an obvious change in his eyes.

The smile on his face gradually faded, and he became just a little bit more like a man.

...

When everyone returned to the dressing room, they saw Dalglish standing in front of the tactical board with a serious face, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The players became serious in an instant, sitting in their own seats, waiting for the boss to speak.

Dalglish didn't waste any time and said straight to the point:

"The score in the first half was what I expected, but the process was not what I expected."

"We were lucky. We made two mistakes on the defensive line, but the opponent failed to grasp it."

"Being behind by one goal means we still have a chance in the second half, so where is the chance?"

"Bah!" He patted the tactical board and whispered: "In the second half, let's change our thinking."

"Lin!" Dalglish looked at Lindy, "In the second half, you have to move up a little bit and lock down Lampard. Leave the rest to your teammates. You have to trust them!"

"The opponent's two forwards have very obvious advantages. They have a certain physical advantage. Agger and Coates. I will only say one thing: defend with the feet! They are forced to use their back feet. The two forwards are not in good condition today. This is

Our chance!”

"Once the counterattack starts, Lindy, Tangning, Sterling, you all come up together with me. You have to fight resolutely and shoot directly when you have the chance! Don't let others go too deep!"

Then, Dalglish turned to look at Sterling and said in a gentle voice: "Rahim, don't be nervous, we are all optimistic about you!"

"Remember, I only want one goal. They are physically exhausted more than us. We have an advantage in overtime."

"One more thing, I am very satisfied with your performance in the first half. I hope this state can continue into the league, okay?"

Everyone nodded in unison, and many even showed excitement.
Chapter completed!