Silver Saddles Gleam on White Steeds, Swift as Shooting Stars

Anfield's singing rose once more.

More than fifty thousand voices sang in unison, the tidal roar pouring down from the stands.

Liverpool's players were stirred into fighting spirit by the atmosphere at home as well.

Mbappe's swift counterattack seemed to have awakened the lion still sleeping.

After the restart, Monaco tried to steady themselves and continue playing their defensive counterattacking game.

Jardim stood on the touchline with both hands pressed down, signaling for his players to hold their shape and not let Anfield's momentum disrupt their rhythm.

But some things could not be controlled just because the coach shouted a few words from the sideline.

When Liverpool, Europe's most devastating attacking machine, began running at full speed, there were not many teams in all of Europe that could stop them.

Chen Anno began dropping back to receive the ball as well.

From time to time, he retreated near the halfway line, roaming through gaps in Monaco's defense like a free player.

Fabinho marked him tightly, while Moutinho provided cover from the flank.

Glik and Jemerson guarded the edge of the penalty area, meticulously carrying out Jardim's sandwich rule.

But Chen Anno simply gave them no chance to form a double team.

He kept receiving the ball, turning, driving forward, and then getting brought down.

In barely five minutes, Chen Anno was brought down three times in the attacking half.

Fabinho pulled him once, Moutinho barged into him from behind once, and Lemar tackled him from the side once.

Although referee Brych blew his whistle frequently, he still had not shown a card.

Jardim watched from the touchline with a deep frown, sensing that something was off.

Every time Chen Anno was brought down, it was closer to Monaco's goal.

As a head coach who had studied Chen Anno in depth,