The boisterous Barça fans fell silent!
The rousing Barça anthem came to an abrupt halt!
The Barça team flags in the stands, which had been waving wildly, now drooped down!
TWEEET!!!
The referee blew the whistle and pointed both hands to the center circle!
The goal stands!
A half-field run with an out-of-nowhere overtake.
There was no possibility of offside for this goal!
On the sidelines, Klopp, who had not moved his eyes since Tendou had pulled to the wing, also widened his eyes.
Even a head coach like him, his brain had entered a shutdown mode at this moment.
Under the camera, Klopp rubbed his head and then looked at his assistant coach.
"Tell the people upstairs that we need to change TJ's release clause again."
200 million Euros!
It was a lot.
But if Tendou kept playing like this, he was afraid that if Liverpool put out a 200 million Euro release clause, it would be snapped up in a second.
After all, the football world today was not like before. To get Neymar, Paris Saint-Germain had paid a whopping 222 million.
With such a precedent, of course Klopp would be afraid.
Not to mention far-off teams, just look at the neighbors, Manchester City.
Their owner was a big tycoon. If he was in a good mood, he would pay for it!
In fact, Guardiola had indeed been tempted, but he did not ask his owner to go drill for oil.
In his eyes, Tendou's talent had already reached the level of Messi.
A super genius that might not appear even in a hundred years.
He had never seen a player with such an exaggerated physical talent. He was even more of an alien than an alien.
Now, Tendou's goal count in the league had already broken 20+.
And this was achieved while he had to organize the team's attack most of the time.
And at Manchester City, Tendou would not need to consider organizing at all. They had De Bruyne.
If Tendou joined Manchester City, Guardiola was certain that the Premier League Golden Boot would be decided early for many years to come.
With his tactics and Manchester City's setup, 30 league goals for Tendou would be the baseline. 40 goals would be achievable with a little effort. 50 was even possible.
"Josep, his release clause is 200 million."
"Yes, two hundred million. How much can we sell Prince and Agüero for now?"
"..."
Guardiola's assistant coach was silent. Looking at the already crazed Guardiola, he didn't know what to say.
He just wanted to remind Guardiola, but his boss was already thinking of selling the team's star players.
With Prince's current title as the world's number two, his market value was naturally over 100 million Euros.
If they sold him, City would indeed have the chips to activate Tendou's release clause.
But this was just the transfer fee. Next, they would have to offer Tendou a contract that would satisfy him.
Tendou's current weekly salary at Liverpool was 200,000 pounds. But with his performance, his salary would surely hit the ceiling next season.
To attract Tendou to join, Manchester City needed to offer him an irresistible contract.
"How much salary are you planning to give him?"
"Do you think 500,000 pounds will satisfy his appetite?"
"..."
The assistant coach was speechless again. So you're selling Agüero to free up salary for Tendou?
One had to know, this was a contract on the level of Messi.
But after thinking about it, he surprisingly felt that perhaps this was the only way to have a chance of bringing him to Manchester City.
After all, Liverpool's lineup was no worse than Manchester City's. Without splashing a lot of cash, it really might not be possible to bring him over.
Next season, Tendou would definitely be earning a top salary at Liverpool, at least 300,000 pounds a week.
So, if Manchester City didn't offer a super contract like 500,000 pounds, they really couldn't tempt this 18-year-old Asian prodigy.
At the same time, the chairman of Liverpool was also having a headache.
The 200 million Euro release clause they had set in their second contract with Tendou was already very high.
After all, what idiot would spend 200 million Euros on an 18-year-old kid?
Even if his future was full of imagination!
But when Tendou completed his hat-trick at the Camp Nou, his phone actually started to ring.
"Not for sale! TJ is our not-for-sale item! You don't need to have any ideas about him!"
He hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed Tendou's agent, Jonathan.
"Mr. Jonathan..."
...
Of course, Tendou did not know about the things happening off the field.
He certainly didn't know that someone was willing to activate his release clause to get him.
Right now, his mind was only on winning the game.
The Barça players did not interrupt their celebration, but Tendou came to his senses.
"Back! Everyone back!"
"We're still one goal behind!"
"Just one more goal, and we can make a comeback!"
"..."
Tendou, as if waking from a dream, pulled his teammates back to the center circle and even urged the referee to hurry up and get the ball to restart the match.
The Barça players dawdled for a while before kicking off.
Their expressions were no longer as relaxed as at the start of the match.
On the big screen, the 1:3 score was extremely glaring.
And in the parentheses next to the 1:3 was the aggregate score of 4:3.
They had let the Liverpool players score 3 goals at their own home ground.
Losing this match was already inevitable. The myth of the Camp Nou was destined to be broken by Liverpool.
But they could accept losing the match, but they could not accept conceding another goal.
If the score was equalized by Liverpool, then they would be eliminated on the away goals rule.
Who would have thought that they, who had a 3-goal away lead at the start, could possibly be eliminated due to an away goals disadvantage?
The Barça players even felt as if they were in a dream.
And Tendou's hat-trick had given Liverpool hope again.
It was precisely his exaggerated out-of-the-blue overtake that had brought the entire Liverpool team back to life.
Football matches are often like this.
One goal, or one magical save, can ignite the whole team and change the course of the match.
In the 83rd minute of the match, Liverpool, through a frantic press, got another opportunity.
Tendou, as if coming back for more, once again pulled to the wing.
But out of fear of him replicating the previous goal, this time Coutinho chose to go for a slide tackle without hesitation.
TWEEET!!!
The referee blew the whistle. Tendou was tackled to the ground.
He let out a painful cry. His ankle was even bleeding from the tackle.
He was sure that if he didn't have the "Body of Steel," this one tackle would have had him carried off.
But even so, the referee only gave Coutinho a yellow card.
Of course, the Liverpool players were not happy and surrounded the referee to demand an explanation.
The Barça players also swarmed over, both sides trying to delay time.
"The two sides are surrounding each other again!"
"But the Liverpool players need to calm down! Time is not on their side now!"
"..."
Zhan Jun's face was solemn.
Tendou waited for the pain to subside, was sprayed a few times by the team doctor with "pesticide," and then got back up, even shouting for his teammates to hurry up and start.
Only then did the Liverpool players reluctantly return to the match.
But Arnold was not willing to let it go.
Not long after the match resumed, he brought down the traitor Coutinho with a fierce slide tackle.
WHOA!!!
The referee blew the whistle again, but still only showed a yellow card.
After all, Coutinho had also gotten a yellow card just now. To give Arnold a red card at this time would be too biased towards Barça.
However, Coutinho did not have a divine skill like the "Body of Steel." He was directly stretchered off by this one tackle from Arnold.