Green Life

The smoke of the game has gradually dissipated, and the time is approaching the early morning, and the staff of Manchester United actually let them stay in the stadium for nearly an hour.

The door is not closed, no water is sprinkled, it can be said to be very gentlemanly.

After receiving the best player award, Mark Qin was being interviewed by reporters, and a staff member was waiting for him outside.

"It's very wonderful, beyond words, especially here at Old Trafford, which has a special meaning to us," Ma Keqin smiled brightly holding champagne.

"Mark, you broke the record for the fastest goal in a football game today, and reproduced the great performance of Martin Peters scoring four goals..."

Mark's smiling mouth almost reached the back of his ears, and he said reservedly: "This is the credit of our whole team. Without them, I would not be where I am today...", Barbara...

Hey, brother, can you stop memorizing the lines, this beautiful day is beautiful, the moon is full, don't spoil the scenery...

"I'm having a blast myself and I hope our fans and neutral fans are having a blast too"

"I can only say sorry to the unhappy Manchester United fans. You have been happy for more than ten years, and it is our turn to be happy"

"Haha", everyone wiped off their sweat, and finally something useful came, there is no way, you are the biggest today, we have to listen to whatever you are playing, and keep playing with you.

When Ma Keqin finished the interview and walked to the aisle, the staff member stopped him.

"Hello, Mark, if you have time, please come with me," said the young man politely.

"What's the matter?", he asked.

"Sir Charlton is waiting for you in the box, he wants to chat with you"

Charlton? Manchester United star, looking for me?

"I have a colleague who helped you notify your head coach," the young man said with a smile, meaning he can leave now.

Yes, then go and see.

The staff brought Mark Qin to the door of a luxurious office in the North Stand, smiled and stretched out his hand to signal Mark Qin to go in by himself, and Sir Bobby Charlton was waiting for him inside.

The old man's life was complete with a private suite at the luxurious course.

When I was an athlete, I almost got all the honors,

Then he was awarded the British Commander by England, and after retiring, he became an honorary director of Manchester United and was enshrined as a legend.

There is a bronze statue of him outside the stadium, and the South Stand will be named after him in the future. This old man will be forever remembered in the history of Manchester United.

Ma Keqin feels that he has reached a very high level of playing football to this level, because he is backed by the giants Manchester United, unlike those celebrities in South America, many of them still have to live in the media world.

Just like Beckenbauer in Germany, the emperor of football, he can intervene in issues related to German football and Bayern.

Seeing what the old man wanted to do, he pushed the door open and entered.

A bald old man with door curtains hanging on both sides and wearing glasses stood up from the sofa with a smile.

"Welcome, Mark, you don't mind calling you here suddenly, do you?" Charlton said with a hoarse old voice.

Mark Qin smiled and held Charlton's hand, "It's a bit of a surprise, the celebrity of Manchester United came to chat with me, I thought we lost this game, or they just wanted to teach me a lesson"

"Haha", Charlton laughed heartily, and stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down by the sofa, "How about some whiskey?"

"Thank you, Sir Bobby, can I call you that?" Maxine poured himself a glass of soda and gestured.

Charlton found it even more interesting, and now there are not many young people who dare to be so presumptuous in front of him.

"Mark, you must know that I have lived for more than seventy years, and I have seen too many victories and losses. I don't care about winning or losing at the moment."

He took a sip of whiskey and continued: "Athletes now eat more scientifically. At that time, if we didn't know how to drink, we weren't really men."

Mark Qin shrugged his shoulders, "The times are developing, isn't it, and football is also developing?"

Charlton glanced at him with a smile, put down his glass, "You know what? Mark, Martin is a great midfielder"

As he spoke, he seemed to recall that time, the difficult victory over Portugal, and the elimination of Germany in overtime...

"He was once like you. He scored four dollars on this court. At that time, I was 35 years old and I was about to retire. I thought, old man, you really gave me face, haha"

He laughed heartily, as if the pain at that time was now recalled and turned into a beautiful past.

Ma Keqin nodded. Every successful person recalls the past with a different kind of satisfaction, the joy of never wasting time.

Charlton went on to recall his past, "Martin was the core midfielder of our national team at the time, full of creativity and attacking power. I didn't expect that after so many years, I could still see his great performance on the court in Old Trafford. Ford reappears"

At this time, he had to express, "Thank you for your praise, I also feel very honored, after all, being able to participate in history always makes people feel honored."

Bobby Charlton nodded, and leaned on the backrest with his stomach crossed, thinking to himself, this kid is not bad, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Mark, I know you are of Chinese descent. In my era, there was also a Chinese star named Frank Su, who made his debut in Liverpool just like you," Charlton continued.

"He's a really good player," he nodded.

"England lost to Croatia last year, you were on the field in the second half and there was a lot of fuss afterwards, what do you think?"

The idea is that you national team members are really high-risk occupations, he slandered, bragging can blow people up to the sky, and scaring can also scare people to death. It is said that Carlson's current mental state is still very average.

"It turned out to be very unfair to Carlsen," he said.

Charlton nodded, "In England, national players really need to bear a lot of pressure"

As if knowing what he was thinking, Charlton continued with a smile: "The skills of our players at that time were still very good, but England's style of play has gone astray over the years."

His fingers knocked on the sofa subconsciously, "Before the establishment of the Premier League, English football left the European mainstream for too long due to various reasons, which delayed the innovation of our technical play and the growth of our young players."

"England has no shortage of good defenders, as well as good forwards and midfielders, but England has not produced a playmaker like Martin for so many years. This is the main reason for our poor results in major competitions. The style of play is too simple."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Ma Keqin and said meaningfully: "We need more young players like you to reform the current skills and tactics. England has already started to reform the youth training, but it may take ten years before it will be effective. "

Mark Qin didn't know why Charlton said this to himself, maybe like every old man in the family, seeing that the younger generations in this family are not as good as the first generation, he was anxious in his heart, and wanted to chat with others... Maybe.

"What do you mean by telling me this..." he questioned.

"I can reveal a secret to you," the old man blinked jokingly at this point, "Capello is here today"

"Capello," Mark Qin asked, "Is England's new coach settled?"

"Smart, it will be announced soon," the old man said with a smile, "I believe he will be shocked by your performance."

"That's right." He wasn't surprised. "After the European Cup in summer, there will be World Cup qualifiers."

Charlton continued on his own: "Capello will definitely reform the existing England's technical and tactical style of play, and he will definitely focus on how to solve Eriksson's problem."

Ma Keqin listened honestly, and kept slandering, people love nagging when they are old...

"You may be regarded by Capello as one of the important reform measures, and maybe he will consult us old guys out of courtesy"

Speaking of this, the old man stopped, took another sip from his wine glass, and looked at him with a smile.

Ma Keqin shrugged his shoulders and spread his palms, meaning then, you keep on talking, watch me do it!

"Haha", Charlton felt that he liked this kid more and more, and it would be even better if he was in Manchester United.

Of course he knew it was impossible.

Mark stood up and poured another half glass for this old man who looked like a gentleman but was actually an old alcoholic.

The old man was talking about sex.

"Mark, I like you boy." He pointed to Mark Qin, and said meaningfully: "I know that Chinese people will always encounter some messy problems when they play football in this country."

"I, an old man, still have a bit of weight to speak now. If there is something you can't solve in the future, don't forget to come to me."

"It's not a deal, just have a drink with me if you have time in the future"

Mark Qin took a generous sip of soda water, poured himself half a glass of whiskey, picked it up and said, "Old Sir, thank you, I will definitely not be polite if you need it."

"Okay", the old man picked up the wine glass, and the two drank it down, "haha"

"Mark, now I can talk to you about something serious," the old man said, "I asked you to come over today, first to see how the kid who can score four goals at Old Trafford is doing."

"Oh? How is it?" Ma Keqin poured the two of them again and asked with a smile.

"It's a bit slippery, it's not wrong for Manchester United to lose to you"

"Thank you for always praising me, I like to hear others praise me the most"

"Haha", the old man was noncommittal, "Also, I just want to talk to you about England's tactical reform. If I remember correctly, you should be from an organizational midfielder."

...

When Ma Keqin came back, he was confused and didn't know what kind of nerves this old alcoholic had.

Let yourself support his idea of ​​England's technical and tactical reforms, and say that he will give him a gift at an appropriate time in the future, give him a surprise, and ask him what gift he is still pretending to be mysterious.

Ma Keqin immediately classified him as a magic stick, but this magic stick is a bit powerful, and he will not be polite when he can use it in the future, so let's use it as an accompanying fee.

Escorts don’t need money...

"Mark, Mark...", as soon as their bus left the stadium, they were completely surrounded by tens of thousands of fans who hadn't left yet, and they shouted heartily.

The bus couldn't move an inch, and thousands of policemen kept order in the distance, fearing that they would cause trouble.

"No, I can't get through," the driver turned his head and said.

Benitez and Sami Lee looked at each other, turned their heads and said: "Steven, you take Mark out to meet the fans, let them go back as soon as possible"

Gerrard and Mark Qin opened the curtains, looked at the fans outside, and nodded.

The many fans just haven't been freed from the completely uncontrollable passion. Seeing the bus door open, they are even more excited and cheer louder.

"Captain, Mark..."

Mark Qin and Gerrard opened the door and walked out. Gerrard asked nearby fans to help maintain order, and Mark Qin stood on the boarding steps of the bus with a megaphone.

He said loudly: "Kops, friends, how are you doing today?"

"Cool, haha", everyone laughed and said.

He raised his arms and shouted: "When the season is over, we can guarantee that you will be even happier!"

"Yes, we will be the champions!"

"When we get back the championship and the trophy, come and have fun again, okay? It's getting late now, let's go back to recharge our batteries, and there is still a game waiting for us"

"Haha, good", "We just want to see you", "Yes, we are satisfied with just one look at you"...

The bus started slowly, and the fans got out of the way automatically. After returning, I don't know how many fans were waiting for them in Liverpool, but they didn't feel... tired at all.