Tendou came on the field, replacing Wijnaldum.
"Kid, today I'm going to let you know what it feels like to have your ass kicked," Tendou was immediately met with trash talk from Wolves' Neves as soon as he came on.
The fact that Liverpool had signed a 17-year-old kid for 8 million was well-known throughout the Premier League recently.
Many of his peers were jealous that he could earn such a high salary at the age of 17.
Although Loki had already burst onto the scene, their impression of 17-year-old players was still stuck in the past.
They simply didn't think a 17-year-old kid could pose any threat.
Do you think Lokis are as common as Chinese cabbage?
"You look a lot like a prostitute I played with last night. I hope your defense isn't as soft as she was, you son of a bitch."
Of course, Tendou would not lose a war of words.
This barrage from Neves couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
Tendou glanced at him contemptuously. "How pathetic. Even as a starting player for Wolves, earning millions a year, you can't hide your loser aura."
"Or is it that prostitutes are a specialty of Portugal? I suggest you go home and do a DNA test with your father. Maybe your father is someone else. Remember to do it behind your bitch mother's back, otherwise she'll probably be so scared she'll kill herself, because she has no idea who her beloved son's real father is."
These words were incredibly vicious. Neves's face flushed with blood from the verbal assault.
He almost couldn't stop himself from hitting him!
Fortunately, his teammate next to him stopped him in time. Otherwise, Tendou might have earned a big contribution for Liverpool in his first match.
The match continued.
The trailing Liverpool continued to press the opponent. After several passes, the advancing Arnold delivered a cross from the byline.
Tendou immediately showed his poaching instincts.
Under the prediction of the Six Eyes, he made a timely run from the center and won the header despite being double-teamed by two Wolves players.
But the result calculated by the Big Data Analysis showed that the success rate of a direct shot was less than 10%.
There was nothing to be done; the Wolves' penalty area was too crowded, with people everywhere.
A flash of inspiration struck Tendou. He spotted Mané on the left, and with a "lion's roar" header, he flicked the ball over.
The Wolves players were shocked.
However, Mané also hadn't expected Tendou to flick the header to him, because he had noticed that Tendou had not looked at his position at all from start to finish.
He paused for a moment before reacting, but by then, the Wolves goalkeeper had already recovered and saved his shot.
The Liverpool fans in the stands let out a sigh, then applauded.
"That kid's flick-on header was pretty good!"
"His height is a great advantage in aerial duels. That was a good chance."
"He doesn't look that strong, but he seemed to hold off two defenders just now. Was I seeing things?"
"..."
Tendou had only been on the field for a minute, and the Liverpool fans already had a slightly better impression of him.
As Mané tracked back, he also gave Tendou a thumbs-up.
"My bad. I didn't think you'd notice my position, TJ."
"You'll get used to it."
Tendou didn't take the missed chance to heart.
He had only been with the team for a few days; he and the Liverpool players needed time to adapt to each other.
In the 75th minute of the match, Wolves, who had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly launched an attack.
The Wolves manager waved his hand, signaling the players to press forward. This was clearly planned.
Liverpool, who had been attacking relentlessly without success, would surely be tiring. Wolves could try to join the attack.
If they could just score one more goal, they could basically kill the game.
Neves had the ball in the center. Henderson covered in time, but Neves suddenly made a horizontal pass, shifting the ball to a teammate. This was his usual way of dealing with pressure: combination play.
His teammate came to support and completed a one-two with him, successfully getting past Henderson.
As Liverpool's last line of protection, the latter was very important, but now he had lost his ability to protect.
Neves received the return pass, turned, and charged towards Tendou. If he could just get past this kid, he could create a golden opportunity for his team.
More importantly, he wanted to kick the shit out of this foul-mouthed brat.
"Neves is advancing with the ball!"
"A one-on-one opportunity!"
"TJ!"
It was clear that everyone at Liverpool found Tendou's name troublesome and had started using his initials.
As the commentator uttered these two English letters, "TJ" would likely become Tendou's moniker from now on.
On the field, Neves used two consecutive feints.
A 17-year-old kid, how can you fight me?
He could have even just used a burst of speed to get past him, but to ensure a 100% success rate, he got serious.
But then.
Thwack!
The smile on his face hadn't lasted long before it froze.
As he passed by Tendou's side, Tendou's foot had already stolen the ball from under him.
A huge embarrassment.
Neves couldn't believe it. A kid not even 18 years old, how could his defending be so beautiful?
He immediately turned around and went for a clumsy shoulder charge.
The two of them collided squarely. Neves thought that this one hit would be enough to send this Liverpool kid flying into the Pacific Ocean.
But the moment they made contact, he felt a huge repulsive force from Tendou.
Not only did Tendou not fly into the Pacific Ocean as he had expected, but he himself was sent bouncing off and fell to the ground.
"WHAT THE FAK?!"
This scene was so shocking that many people couldn't react in time.
And then.
Zzzzt~
Tendou, with lightning at his feet, launched a frantic charge through the center.
"A tackle!"
"Beautiful defending! Our 8 million has easily taken care of Neves!"
"Neves immediately goes for the counter-press, gets physical!"
"My God..."
The Liverpool commentator's eyes were about to pop out.
He watched with his own eyes as Neves crashed into Tendou, and then was sent flying back a meter.
This was a joke.
It was always players from other leagues who needed to adapt to the intensity of the Premier League. When had he ever seen the Premier League have to adapt to the intensity of an outsider?
And this guy was only 17!
"Liverpool's counter-attack!"
"TJ!"
"Exploding from a standstill, so fast!"
"I must be seeing things! He looks like a supercar!"
Accompanied by the Liverpool commentator's passionate roar, Tendou exploded from his own half and, in the blink of an eye, had advanced to the midfield.
Only then did the Wolves players react, but there were very few defenders to stop him.
Mané and Salah had already pulled wide, taking the defenders with them.
Facing only a handful of opponents, Tendou used his heaven-defying step frequency to get past another one.
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