On May 13th, at 3 pm local time, there were still two hours before the 38th round of the Premier League started.
But starting from noon, Red Army fans began to gather outside Anfield.
If you look down from the air at this time, you will find that countless people are approaching Anfield like a torrent on streets large and small throughout the city of Liverpool.
At this moment, the city has been completely immersed in an extremely strong atmosphere. Groups of fans can be seen gathering together on the streets. They are wandering on the streets, holding cold fireworks with red smoke in their hands, and singing excited and loud choruses.
Liverpool team song.
In the center of Liverpool, two black nanny vans with 'Longing for Life' printed on them slowly drove towards Anfield.
"This is too crazy!"
In the car, He Jiong looked at the various Red Army fans passing by outside the window and sighed, "This football atmosphere is really shocking!"
"Teacher He, what are you doing now? When a goal is scored on the spot, the sound will instantly make you more than ten years younger and you will be eighteen again!" Lu Han, who was sitting next to He Jiong, laughed.
"You'll see how popular that kid is at Anfield later."
"Are we almost here?" At this moment, Huang Lei, who was sleeping in the third row, took off his eye mask and asked with squinted eyes.
"Soon!"
The program director Wang Zhengyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said something, then looked at the hot atmosphere outside the window and was secretly excited.
This time their program team came here to shoot a unique pilot film.
Nowadays, due to the influence of the World Cup, the domestic atmosphere is unprecedentedly rich and enthusiastic.
So Wang Zhengyu had a sudden idea to take advantage of this atmosphere and increase the popularity of the new season of the show. This time they came to this game specially.
"Xiao Di! Will Mo Yang play today?" After finishing speaking, Wang Zhengyu asked Xiao Di next to Lu Han.
"I don't know!" Xiao Di shook his head, "He said he was included in the squad for the game, but whether he can play depends on the situation."
Not long after, a group of people arrived outside Anfield Stadium.
Seeing tens of thousands of people gathered on the open ground at the entrance, waving flags and singing loudly, everyone was shocked again.
The strong atmosphere made everyone in Xiaodi's group feel their pores open. One moment, they felt as if there was an electric current flowing through their bodies. The next moment, they felt like they were standing in a hot volcano crater, wrapped in a heat wave.
"Now I understand why people's football is so good!" Huang Lei said with emotion as he looked at this group of fanatical fans.
"boom!!!!!!"
As soon as Huang Lei finished speaking, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar, erupting into an overwhelming roar, and then all rushed towards the entrance.
"Here we come!!" Lu Han pointed at the entrance in the distance on the road in front of him and shouted.
Huang Lei and others looked along and saw at the end of the black asphalt road, eight police vehicles were clearing the way, followed by two buses, one red and one white.
Seeing their team appear, some Red Army fans standing on the road were immediately chased away by the police. Some fans were very conscious and stood directly on the curb.
Wherever the Liverpool bus passed, cheers erupted like waves, and fans set off red luminous fireworks one after another along the way.
The huge noise didn't stop until the team bus drove into Anfield.
After the team entered the venue, the venue opened and fans began to enter, waiting for the game to start.
"Liverpool! Champions!!!!"
"Liverpool! Champions!!!!!"
Individual fans shouted slogans, which attracted thousands of people at the entrance to join in.
At this time, every Liverpool fan was filled with excited smiles.
Regarding today's championship situation, Liverpool fans are collectively confused.
Before Manchester City was tied with Huddersfield, they had all forgotten the possibility of winning the Premier League and were focused on the Champions League. However, they never expected such a dramatic reversal.
Huang Lei and his team lined up at the back of the team, staring blankly at the fans in front. They all felt that these fans were a little crazy and a little difficult to understand.
At home, they have never experienced such an extremely fanatical football atmosphere.
After queuing for nearly forty minutes, Huang Lei and his team arrived at Mo Yang's private room, led by Xiao Di and Lu Han who were familiar with the business.
As soon as I entered the box and came to the stands, waves of heat hit my face. The cheers and songs of the fans were intertwined together. It immediately made everyone's heart beat faster and they felt that the blood flow in the body was also accelerating.
"Now I know what Xiao Lu said about how it feels to be eighteen years younger!" He Jiong said with a smile. He had only experienced this kind of excitement when he was on stage as a host when he was young.
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At the same time, Southampton St. Mary's Stadium was also filled with loud singing.
This time, tens of thousands of Manchester City fans traveled with the team to the south coast, just to cheer for their team and wait for the team's peak moment of winning the championship.
Although many fans did not have tickets and were forced to stay outside the venue, they were still extremely excited.
In the visiting team's locker room at the stadium, Guardiola has already begun mobilizing before the war.
All the Manchester City players stood in a circle with their arms around their shoulders, looking at Guardiola in the center of the circle, with high-spirited fighting spirit on everyone's face.
"The only thing I ask of you in this game is to kill Southampton!"
"We must go all out to pursue offense and score the ball into their goal at all costs!"
"Only offense! A strong offense is our defense!"
"Yes!!!" Manchester City players shouted in unison.
Watching the players walk out of the locker room one after another to warm up, Guardiola's face was filled with a confident smile, but he was still a little weak in his heart.
He has already found out that Liverpool's No. 8 monster is suspected to have recovered from his injury.
He was a little worried when he thought that Mo Yang might play.
He knows very well that Liverpool's offense is completely different with and without Mo Yang.
"Kevin, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the ball slipping past De Bruyne's feet, David Silva patted De Bruyne's shoulder and pulled him aside. He had noticed De Bruyne earlier.
Something feels wrong today.
"David, I'm a little worried that we will lose!" De Bruyne said with a wry smile.
"Why?" David Silva asked, dumbfounded.
"I'm just a little worried!"
De Bruyne did not tell the truth to David Silva and was too embarrassed to tell the truth.
Ever since he learned yesterday that Mo Yang had recovered from his injury and might have to play, he still feels his heartbeat has been accelerating.
In the past two years, he felt that he was about to be shadowed by Mo Yang.
Every time he plays against Liverpool, whether he wins, loses or ends in a draw, his self-confidence will be eroded a little.
As a result, when he thinks about Mo Yang now, he feels a little unconfident, sentimental, and always worried about something that is not there.
Today's game is actually a competition between him and Mo Yang. The competition is who is more efficient and who can help the team score more goals.
But to be honest, he didn't have the confidence to defeat Mo Yang.
"Kevin, a top midfielder, once he loses his confidence, it will be a terrible thing." David Silva patted De Bruyne on the shoulder and smiled, then turned around and walked away.
In fact, he can probably guess De Bruyne's complicated psychology, because he was also young and had encountered this situation.
The combination of Xavi and Iniesta in the national team at that time even pushed him to the bench, so he knows that feeling better than anyone.
But this inner demon needs to be defeated by De Bruyne himself, and outsiders cannot help him.
Returning to the court to warm up, Mo Yang's figure flashed in David Silva's mind, and he was filled with emotion.
Compared with De Bruyne and Mo Yang, in fact, both of them have their own advantages.
The media all say that Mo Yang is more creative, but in fact De Bruyne is really not bad.
Perhaps the only thing missing is Mo Yang's magical attributes and his unique and eye-catching playing style.