Green Life

Old Trafford.

Countless fans in the East Stand raised their middle fingers at Clattenburg with grim faces, trying to choose someone to devour!

"F**K, the fucking Clattenburg son of a bitch must have taken black money, I'm going to shoot him!" The half-drunk fans in the bar were all filled with righteous indignation.

With the sound of "snap", "snap", countless wine glasses smashed to the ground angrily, scattering glass shards all over the floor.

"Damn it, kill him, kill him!"

"Hurry up and let the riot police come over, hurry up and let the riot police come over, there is some commotion outside the stadium," a policeman who was maintaining order shouted into the communicator.

No matter right or wrong, sending off one person in such an important game will completely ignite the fans' frightened and extremely fragile psychology, and turn it into boundless anger!

Mascherano was playing lonely, and Carragher and Gerrard hurriedly called the players over to stabilize everyone's emotions.

Benitez frowned and walked back and forth for a few steps, finally turned around and stopped Lucas, who was about to change clothes, and let Sammy Lee, who was about to hand in the exchange application, withdraw.

Let Lucas sit back on the bench, he finally did not make up his mind to replace Mark Qin to strengthen the defense.

Now Ma Keqin is no longer something he can change if he wants to, and his emotions have to be considered.

What's more, Ma Keqin's state today also makes people look forward to it. He has a flash of inspiration on the court, and he may be able to solve the problem.

Even if he was very disturbed, he had to suppress the desire to stick to it, and sticking to it here was tantamount to digging his own grave.

"Dirk (Dukit)", he shouted to the field while Mascherano was off the field, while making a pull back gesture and pointing to the right.

"Steven, you go back to the middle", he shouted to Gerrard again, he was going to let Dirk Dirk to play the right winger, let Gerrard return to the central midfielder to participate in the defense.

Mascherano went to the sidelines and pulled off his jersey. Sammy Lee put a coat on him and patted him on the head, "Don't be depressed, Javier, it's not your fault."

He nodded, and instead of returning to the bench, he stood outside the passage with his clothes on, his eyes fixed on the court.

Cristiano Ronaldo fired an anti-aircraft gun from a long-range free kick, and he was so angry that he lowered his head and babbled and didn't know what to say.

Made, bitch, deserve it, Mascherano cursed in his heart.

There are always many players in this world who will do whatever it takes to win. They have a strong desire to survive, Jordan, Maradona, Ronaldo, and later the sharp striker Suarez.

It may be a bit derogatory to say that they are unscrupulous, or it is better to say that they are unscrupulous. Their desire to win is commendable.

"Dukiter has returned to the right winger. Is Benitez going to let Mark play as a single forward?" Peterson asked when he saw the position of the Liverpool players.

"It looks like this," McManaman said with a frown. "In this case, the counterattack will have to rely on two flanks. Liverpool's next game will be difficult."

The result couldn't be changed. The fans in the east stand became quieter. The main striker went down. Just ten minutes into the second half, the defensive midfielder was sent down again.

F**K your uncle, God are you deliberately against us? Can't you see that we are a little better?

wrong! They looked at Mark Qin, who was walking in front of the team on the field, and hope was rekindled.

The God of tonight is on the field, the black hair boy who led us forward in the first half!

"Let's go through the storm together..." Thinking of this, the sound of the east stand gradually sounded again, first one piece, then one piece, and then the whole stand.

Since ancient times, good things have always come with hardships. The so-called good fortune depends on misfortune, and misfortune depends on blessing. Who knows that this is not the starting point of another world, another opportunity to take off?

...

After more than 60 minutes of the game, Liverpool lost one player after re-serving the ball. After struggling to advance to the midfield, the ball was intercepted by Manchester United, and they immediately retreated across the board.

"GLORYGLORYMANCHESTER UNITED\

,"The cheers of Manchester United fans in the audience were full of that depressing redemption. With Manchester United's offensive, they rushed to Liverpool's half, which was even more ferocious.

Ferguson's mood is finally smooth now, and he has hope again. There are more than 30 minutes left, and Manchester United's offensive ability explodes, and two goals are not a problem at all.

He sat on the coach's bench and thought about replacing Tevez later, but the next midfielder was a defender. He hadn't made up his mind yet, and he planned to watch for a few more minutes.

"Bah," Carragher spat out grass clippings, cursed and hurried back to the restricted area.

Just now Manchester United went straight behind Finnan, and Rooney lapped the edge. He quickly defended with a sliding tackle, and Rooney, who was about to break through with the ball, shoveled the ball out of the touchline.

"I'm going to break your leg", "You bastard", the fans on the sidelines saw that he dared to shovel his own players so fiercely, and immediately cursed.

"Focus on people, keep on people!" Carragher stepped back while looking at his teammates' positions and commanding the defense loudly, with no time to pay attention to other things.

This period of time is the most dangerous. A single goal may lead to a psychological breakdown of the players and make mistakes one after another.

Mark Qin is in the position of the midfielder. He came in rotation. This is also the result of the discussions between Gerrard and Alonso just now. The three of them form a triangle.

There must be one person filling the position of the midfielder at any time, and the other two defending, so as not to cause the formation to be easily crushed and then broken.

"Ma Keqin, make up for it in time. He shoveled the ball out of the baseline ahead of time. This is a direct conversation between him and Ronaldo!" Zhan Jun shouted.

Zhang Lu said happily: "Just now Scholes kicked a pass very badly. Ronaldo inserted into the penalty area after relying on his explosive power. If it wasn't for Mark Qin's kick, Ronaldo might have volleyed directly."

Ronaldo looked at Mark Qin, who was lying on the ground and slid far away, with a look of hell, how did he return to the back line?

With lingering fear in his heart, Rainer got up from the ground and quickly touched Mark Qin's head, feeling lucky.

"Mark, you are lady luck today!"

Madam, Ma Keqin also got up and rushed to the top of the arc outside the penalty area to prepare for possible counterattack opportunities.

He no longer cared about pity on his... physical strength.

Both Benitez and Ma'er were pleasantly surprised. Just now, the supplementary defense should be the work of the defensive midfielder. Unexpectedly, after Mark Qin was rotated to the position of the defensive midfielder, the job was actually good!

"Man-marking, man-marking", you pushed and shoved in the penalty area for a while, but fortunately, the horse's exit had no effect on the back defense's high-altitude ball.

Skrtel squeezed Ferdinand, struggling to head the ball out of the penalty area, a little closer to the sideline, and Anderson kicked the ball to the full-back Brown.

Brown immediately made a cross...flying out of the baseline.

"F**K", Ferguson yelled angrily, and immediately asked Tevez to warm up, he was going to replace Brown, and he was an undercover agent when he was fucking attacking!

"We see Tevez getting up and changing clothes," Peterson looked at the situation on the sidelines, and Queiroz was submitting a transfer application with the fourth official.

"Master Ferguson is about to break the boat and is ready to attack", said Mika worriedly, he still has Liverpool in his heart.

"Manchester United's strikers are too few now, and Liverpool are hiding in the penalty area, and they need a beast like Carlos Tevez," Solskjaer continued, looking forward to it.

Liverpool did not push forward and tried to pour the ball a few more times in the backcourt in order to consume more time.

Alonso and Mark Qin returned to the position and style of play of the first double red meeting, and Gerrard was at the front this time.

The fourth official on the sidelines had already prepared the substitution card and was waiting for the dead ball. Queiroz put Tevez on the shoulder and hurriedly explained to him the intention of the master just now.

Benitez was tangled in his heart, should he make a substitution? who? Add another defender?

They finally all waited for the dead ball and looked up into the court, the fourth referee was about to play a substitution card.

Queiroz hugged him in desperation, and kept turning his head to look at the old man behind him.

Mama, the earth is too dangerous, take me to Azeroth quickly!

Ferguson was completely stunned!

What the hell happened just now? God (the author greatly) clicked the replay button...

Liverpool fell in the backcourt, and Manchester United pressed forward in the frontcourt regardless of their numerical advantage.

Carragher pushed the ball to Mark Qin who ran to the side area before Rooney came up. He and Alonso received the ball at two points, stabilizing the rhythm of the back line pouring the ball.

Anderson was still chasing him closely from the side, and Carrick in front didn't have any scruples anymore, and rushed over to close his door.

At this time, Mark's heart was full of happiness, thousands of thoughts disappeared, and only one thought resounded in his mind: come and shovel me!

Of course he is not a masochist, he pretended to dribble the ball forward, and at the moment Anderson came over from the side, he possessed Ronaldo and used a long-lost trick: flopping!

I saw that the heel of his right foot suddenly knocked the ball back to the left, and when Anderson stopped subconsciously, he tripped over the leg that he hadn't fully retracted.

Hooked by Ma Keqin's feet, of course he couldn't take it back, so he heard the boy next to him yell "Ah", his appearance was miserable and it was unbearable for outsiders.

Roll over, my youth!

Gerrard was suddenly blessed, and hurried around to the referee, gestured for a card and shouted: "Hey, Mr. Referee, he fouled a few times in the second half, and he should have given the card when he hit Mark with his elbow."

"F**K, you liar", Anderson was furious, and made the most stupid move. He raised his leg and slammed Mark Qin's foot away from him!

Then, it's all over!

Originally, Clattenburg was still hesitating, because Anderson was a passive foul just now, and he was not in the frontcourt, so it was justified not to give the card, but now it is completely unjustified.

Seeing Anderson walking down the field with a pale face, Manchester United completed an unprecedented one-for-two move. Mark Qin and Gerrard seemed to be watching a play.

"Eh? Captain, do you think they are stupid?"

"Hmm...it looks a little silly..."

At this moment, these two people are completely possessed by the star master Meng Da, and they look like villains proud of themselves!

"Fucking Nima", "You are a fool", "You don't want to walk out of the stadium today!", the Manchester United stands had just had a good impression of Clattenburg for a while, and disappeared in an instant.

"Haha, this idiot, it's not good for both sides!", Liverpool's bar burst into laughter, "But I still want to toast him, for the sake of fairness, haha"

"Haha, yes, for the sake of fairness!"

Many years later, Clattenburg also published an autobiography, which revealed his current mental journey: At that time, I was not as complicated as the outside world said, and I just wanted to be a fair "star" referee.

Queiroz was forced to complete the substitution in desperation, because after Ferguson woke up from the dizziness, he already felt that it didn't matter, and the season was over...

"This, this, this..." Zhan Jun had already started to stammer, "Tevez replaced Brown, and Anderson, uh, Anderson turned from two yellows to one red. It took less than 20 minutes in the second half. It's really interesting."

"Yeah," Zhang Lu nodded, "Interesting!"

"If the first half is an opera from Broadway, gorgeous and elegant," Peterson said, shaking his head, "the second half is an out-and-out sitcom."

Looking at the already chaotic arena, McManaman said leisurely, "Who made this the 'Dream Theater'..."