Green Life

There is no need to repeat the feud between the two teams. At this moment, when they meet, there is only one way to go. The winner lives and the loser dies!

In the 16 years since the establishment of the Premier League, this pair of fateful enemies has never been like today, a game of life and death.

This is a season finale that no one can afford to lose!

Since three days ago, the whole of England has been discussing this game, and they are all waiting for this fierce and even tragic collision, even if there is Chelsea vs Arsenal in this round.

But it is very different from the last time. There are still eight rounds left in the league, and the championship battle has gradually become clear. What the fans want to see most is whether Liverpool will be the best or Manchester United will return to the throne.

"Goal~~, Ronaldo, Ronaldo, he beat Liverpool. In this battle of Tianwangshan, Manchester United had the last laugh. All Liverpool's previous efforts fell short!"

"Three in a row! Since Liverpool lost the title race at Old Trafford, they've lost three in a row and lost all hope"

"Woo...", countless Red Army fans covered their faces and cried in the rain, and there was a deathly silence after a huge loss~

"Trash, trash~", "You will always be ridden by us...", "Haha, son of a bitch, get back to your territory...", all faces roared ferociously at him.

No, I'm not, I won't lose~, he shouted crazily towards those faces...

"No~", Mark sat up vigorously, his heart was beating rapidly, and he couldn't stop panting.

The room was pitch black, and he stayed in a daze for a while before he suppressed the feeling of palpitation.

Hell, he's pulling his hair and getting dizzy, nervous?

"Um~", Isabella moved her body, Shanshan sat up, she brushed her hair, looked at him sleepily, and asked, "What's wrong with you, my dear?"

He rubbed his face vigorously, took a deep breath, "huh", and turned on the bedside lamp casually.

"Are you having a nightmare?" She covered the shade, leaned up to him, and hugged him.

"It's okay, honey, you've been under too much pressure recently," she said, stroking his head.

In the past few days, he has obviously felt that his smile has become less, and he looks preoccupied.

"Issa~", he asked softly, "I dreamed that we lost, and many fans were criticizing us~, tell me, will we really lose?"

Holding his head against her chest, she gently rubbed her face against his earlobe, "Mark, you will win, you will definitely"

The pressure came silently, penetrating into his heart bit by bit from every corner around him.

More than 200 countries around the world will broadcast this focus battle live, and hundreds of media will follow and report.

Turn on the TV, all the celebrities are commenting, predicting, going out to do something casually, some fans will smile and say to him: "Mark, kill Ronaldo, kill Manchester United~"

Now they are the leaders, and the situation is not the same as the last time the double red meeting, this time they have to protect!

It's not just him, everyone in Melwood has serious expressions on their faces. The heavy hopes and ardent expectations of the past ten years are now completely on their shoulders.

You can feel it, you can see it.

Isabella cupped his face, looked into his eyes tenderly, and said softly: "My dear, listen, forget about the media, forget about the fans, you just need to remember that you, on the court, are Best of all, I will always love you~"

He hugged Isabella gently, as if he was getting out of the nightmare, "Thank you, baby, I'm much better"

She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt pity, why do men like to bear so much pressure? Dad was like this, and now he is...

"Love me, honey, love me~", she kissed his cheek, lips...

Breathing gradually became heavy, he supported her smooth back, climbed the mountain skillfully, and kissed her back fiercely.

"Ah~", a beautiful moan echoed in my ears~

...

When he gets to Melwood,

The sun had already shone warmly on the earth, and this was one of the few times he did not arrive early.

"Mark, Mark, say something." A group of reporters stopped his car at the door, and the security guards at the door were quickly running over to clear the way for him.

He was so relaxed, he completely forgot about the game, and just wanted everyone to see the best of himself!

"Let's use a popular lyric now," he rolled down the car window and said with a confident smile.

"The old king is dying, and the new king is born!"

"Excellent," a male reporter holding a microphone with the Echo logo applauded loudly.

"Sir Ferguson said they will definitely win at Old Trafford," another reporter said.

"I said he must not," he said with a smirk, "Who do you believe?"

"Uh……"

"Haha, let's wait and see a good show tonight." After finishing speaking, he closed the car window and entered Melwood.

The match is scheduled to take place at 9:30 tonight. They only have warm-up training today and will not conduct formal training. They want to save their best physical fitness for the evening.

This is a game in which the club must carefully prepare every detail from top to bottom. Players' equipment, physical condition, psychological condition, and field conditions, nothing can go wrong.

The timing will be accurate to the minute!

It is around ten o'clock in the morning, and before twelve o'clock they will warm up freely on the training ground under the leadership of the assistant coach.

At twelve o'clock, go to the Melwood restaurant and have a specially arranged, well-matched, extremely sumptuous lunch.

Because you can't eat too much dinner in the evening, you will get tired easily when you eat too much dinner.

So this lunch is the most important meal for them today. They must eat well and eat well, otherwise they will not be able to support such a large physical exertion at night.

After lunch, they took a walk and rested for a while. At around two o'clock in the afternoon, they were going to Manchester to adapt to the venue in advance.

In this kind of game, the home team will use all available opportunities to create obstacles for the visiting team. It is the most common to work hard on the field, such as watering more or deliberately changing the turf.

Manchester United must have adapted to training in the past few days. If they don't adapt well in advance, the game will suffer.

After getting used to the venue, they will go to the hotel arranged in advance by the club to have dinner and take a nap, whether they can fall asleep or not, they must recharge their batteries.

At seven o'clock in the evening, they will go to Old Trafford again in full gear to officially prepare for the game.

The team's tactical drills and meetings were completed two days ago. They will play 4-5-1, which is asymmetrical 4-5-1. After the lessons learned from the last double-red meeting, Benitez finally changed his lineup this time.

He believes that Manchester United will not be too aggressive. They also cannot afford to lose this time. If they are pulled six points away by Liverpool, they will basically lose hope and vent their anger.

Don't look at the old man Ferguson who called Huan, but Baldy Bei didn't believe that he dared to attack unscrupulously. The two teams' grasp of the opportunities in this game will determine the final outcome.

"Jamie (Carragher), you have participated in the most double-red meetings, let's talk about your experience," Mark Qin and the others were chatting while walking on the court after the meal.

The team deputy is already 30 this year. He has played the main force in Liverpool for ten years. He first played as a right back, and then broke out dazzling brilliance in the position of a central defender.

"For this kind of competition, you must have a strong and fearless heart," he said, "Steven and I have talked to many people in the past two days, and now we want to talk to you guys."

Mark Qin and Lucas looked at each other, and Gerrard continued: "Everyone is under pressure now, and we are also under pressure, but don't be afraid, because Manchester United's pressure is greater than ours."

"They are more afraid of losing than us, we are ahead of them," Carragher said.

"I remember my first year as a centre-back," he recalls. "It was one of the worst games I can remember. At Anfield, we played against Manchester United. I scored two own goals. It was a disaster. Such a moment," he said with a sigh.

Gerrard also nodded, he also clearly remembered that game.

"I didn't know how I got here at that time," he said with a self-mockery. "Every time I went to the street, every time I went to Melwood, I felt that everyone was looking at me strangely. Look, this is the one' Traitor', is he our defender or the opponent's striker?"

"Then what did you do in the end..." Lucas asked.

Carragher put his hands in his pockets, looked at the forest outside the wall, and said with a sigh: "I told myself that everyone may make mistakes, but this is not the reason for you to be depressed and continue to make mistakes. Only cowards will do that. I am Coward? I asked myself, of course not"

"So you see," he said, spreading his hands, "now many Premier League strikers are afraid of me, because I am harder, fiercer, braver and more vicious than them."

"I remember you once shoveled a Manchester United kid into tears two years ago, what's his name?" Gerrard pinched his forehead and said with a smile.

"I forgot too, it seems to be Fortune?" Carragher also said with a smile, "Momentum, guys, we must fight for every ball on the court and defend our own territory."

"Hearing that you have been so embarrassing, I feel much better. I am really a little nervous these two days," Mark Qin said jokingly.

"Haha", Gerald patted him on the shoulder, "You are the youngest fighter in the history of the Double Red Society, don't worry, Jamie and I are standing up for it"

"Old Trafford is much bigger than Anfield. Although I don't want to admit it, the atmosphere inside is really uncomfortable. The noise they make is no worse than Anfield. You are all going to Old Trafford for the first time. Ford, don't get scared, you know, boys," Carragher said.

"Damn it, fuck it," Lucas said excitedly.

"Yeah, fuck it," Gerrard patted him on the shoulder, "you're going to be a competent Red Army (The Red) sooner or later"

This was the first time I was nervous before a game. Ma Keqin thought to himself that Isabella and the captains needed to decompress himself. The others were also nervous, but they had seen a lot, so they naturally had their own ways of dealing with it. This is the benefit of having an old guy in the team.

Arsenal's weakness in the sprint time is largely due to the fact that veterans such as Pires, Ljungberg, and Vieira were cleaned up too quickly, and young players were cleared before they could straighten their spines.

"Assemble, ready to go," Sami Li shouted in front of the office building in the distance.

Mark Qin raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost two o'clock, so they trotted over. The equipment and so on were packed in advance, changed clothes, gathered together, got in the car and set off.

Take the M62 highway, and you can reach Manchester in about an hour. As soon as you leave the gate of Melwood, they are surrounded by all kinds of vehicles.

Fans' cars are still secondary, mainly various OB vehicles, and the police force of the Liverpool City Government to clear the road. For this kind of game, there should not be too few fans who want to sabotage halfway. A traffic accident can block Liverpool on the highway. on the road.

They will come up with all kinds of incredible means to affect your state. Don't doubt the crazyness of the fans here. The last time Manchester United came, they also guarded the way.

The fans on both sides did not give in. Mark Qin opened the curtain on the seat of the bus, and when he turned around, he saw Sam and the others standing on the roof holding a flag, shouting loudly...

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