Green Life

The Liverpool team slowly walked back to their own half to kick off. No one applauded loudly to encourage them, and no one was too frustrated. They accepted the result very calmly.

The stands were only stunned by the goal for a moment, and then the singing and cheering resumed.

Everything is as usual, they have completely played out of form and confidence in this game, and there is nothing to worry about being pulled back.

After all, they are Arsenal, the team with the second most goals scored in the league, and they are still above Liverpool.

But in this game, we can score more goals than you, and there is a tacit consensus among the players in this team. The league championship is at your fingertips, and the excellent performance in this game has begun to slowly nourish their domineering spirit.

Many players are slowly undergoing a transformation and are accumulating the confidence of belonging to a championship team.

What's more, there is Mark Qin who stepped on the edge of that mysterious realm with one foot and commanded in the midfield.

Arsenal originally thought that Liverpool would panic. After all, as long as they conceded another goal, they would be eliminated, and they were also standing on the edge of a cliff.

But they didn't see this kind of expression from the Liverpool players. Even after the kick-off, facing their pressing, they still kept the same rhythm, unhurried.

With ease, it is easy to lift weights.

They have been brought into a new world by Mark Qin. Although they are still relatively raw and not round enough, some prototypes can already be seen.

Rhythm is a very mysterious thing. If Alonso was on the field today, maybe it would be another back and forth script. He didn't touch the edge of the rhythm with the help of the magic flute until Fatty An's late stage. Now He's still just a passing master.

The organizational midfielder is different from the forwards and defenders. It is a position with broad room for development. In the century of football, there have been various midfielders, and there are far more types than other positions.

If we sum up the core characteristics of many organizational midfielders, they can be roughly divided into four types for easy understanding: pass master, midfield master, rhythm master, and midfield king!

Among them, 90% of the midfielders can't even touch the side of the passing master, not to mention the higher level, all of them are classified as ineffective.

There are four types, but there are actually only three levels. The first two are the basics, and the rhythm is advanced. To reach the level of the midfielder king, it must be that the first three have been integrated and can be achieved.

As the name suggests, the pass master literally means that the focus is on passing, which is accurate, stable, timely, and just right, providing a smooth ball path for the team's offensive control.

The midfield master should be a bit obscure, the focus is on control, and there are eleven opponents on the field, none of whom are wooden stakes. They will try their best to destroy your organization and pass. At this time, you need to rely on your personal ability. If you can't even catch the ball, can't hold it steadily, and can't pass it under the opponent's defense, no matter how good your passing skills are, it doesn't matter.

Rhythm master, that is to have your own exclusive rhythm, flashing and moving, unifying the original scattered parts of the whole team into a rhythm, whether it is fast or slow, or urgent or slow, so that the opponent does not know what to do. The most important thing in this realm is Lead, lead teammates, lead opponents!

Not to mention the midfielder king, the world is so big, anyone can go, if it wants wind, it will be wind, if it wants rain, it will rain!

Mark Qin has been a fan for so many years, and the only ones who can perfectly control the rhythm on the court are Pirlo and Zidane. Barcelona and Spain are the rhythm of the whole team. Whether Harvey and Xiaobai have reached this level is not listed for the time being.

Those who entered the room in terms of rhythm were the old Figo, the magic flute under Fatty An, and others more or less peeked into the door.

In the 2006 World Cup, if Zidane hadn't played his iron head skills, he would be a veritable midfielder and the first player in the century-old football history!

In fact, even if he didn't win the World Cup, in the late stage of Real Madrid, he was already a veritable midfielder in terms of personal skills. As long as he is on the court, no one can take away the midfield rhythm from him.

Just without the coronation crown, his status and recognition in the outside world,

Naturally, it will be discounted, after all, this is a world that depends on results.

(Maradona's ball king is another matter, Messi has the opportunity to repeat his path, this will be shown later)

Zidane, who was on the verge of retiring at that time, relied on his personal passing and control to bring the nearly twilight France to the World Cup finals, eclipsing countless top stars.

Ma Keqin is not aware of so much now, he only occasionally touched the mysterious threshold, the Champions League against Arsenal, the last few minutes of the first double red meeting, and the last 20 minutes of the first half today.

Once you touch it, you will feel infinite and vast, and your mind will be intoxicated.

It is the pinnacle of one's personal skills, it is the Xun Xunran who can grasp the overall situation, and it is the graceful grace of the mast and scull disappearing in smoke while talking and laughing.

Even if he just touched the threshold again, coupled with the strong defense and striker strength of the Liverpool team, this team has taken on a new look in a short period of time, showing a reassuring dominance.

That's right, the fans in the stands are enough to witness that they don't know tactics, don't understand the situation, and can't say it, but after watching the game for many years, they will have a kind of intuition, worry, worry, and peace of mind.

Now they feel very at ease. It is a belief that the team must win. It is hard to say, but they know that the difference is only the sooner or later the goal arrives and the different process.

"Liverpool still played unhurriedly. Mark scored another kick. Gerrard didn't rush up. He brought it back and gave it to Mascherano..." Peterson said in the restart Explaining the scene behind the ball.

"Why did I feel that Liverpool was completely different in the second half?" he asked.

McManaman is also very strange. Whether in the era of Houllier or Benitez, Liverpool are known for their bloody impact and tough defense, and such scenes of control are rarely seen.

They will launch round after round of charges under the command of Alonso's turret again and again. It is not so complicated, and they are all tricks.

McManaman has only been a technical winger all his life, and his attainments in this area are not high enough. He can tell that Mark is an excellent midfielder, but what kind of excellent method and what changes it will bring is not him. It can be analyzed.

Especially in the second half, Ma Keqin's sharpness has been restrained, and the rhythm of the whole team has already picked up. All he needs to do is to simply pass the ball in the right position, and he does not need to spend as much effort as he did in the first half. Teammates, connect them.

A well-tuned team does not need a coach to do everything himself.

He shook his head, "It's hard to say. It may be that Benitez had some arrangements during the halftime break. Liverpool didn't show a particularly strong desire to attack in the second half. Could it be that they are just preparing to fight back?"

It stands to reason that Wenger should be happy to recover a ball, but he still frowned. His ten years of coaching experience told him that something seemed wrong.

The more stable Liverpool is, the more it makes people feel creepy.

Several players in Arsenal's frontcourt, especially Walcott, feel particularly frustrated now. They thought that Liverpool might be chaotic if they recovered a ball. They stepped up their pressing and had a great chance to equalize the score in a short time.

As a result, he ran back and forth a few times, and the ball was still at the feet of Liverpool. If there was a slight risk, Liverpool's ball-handler would quickly transfer the ball to a safe place. If there was no way out, he could pass it back.

My nasty roommate, Mark, can always appear in a key position to pick out the ball that his teammates are really difficult to handle, and send it to a safe place.

Gradually, Arsenal's pressing is no longer so imposing, and the number of times in vain will cause inertia in people's hearts. They can't grab it anyway, so why waste their energy fearlessly?

When Ma Keqin received the ball again, he keenly felt the difference. The Arsenal players didn't come up so fast!

They have lost confidence in the active press and can only wait for Liverpool to make a mistake and hand over the ball.

Mark Qin didn't pass the ball again this time, but made a sideways spike from the midfield, letting the pretentious Adebayor go straight forward and slowly dribbling the ball.

Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him that now was the time to attack, so he did.

The whole Liverpool team seemed to have suddenly received the signal of the starting gun, and quickly found the most suitable attacking position near them.

"Mark, he dribbled the ball into Arsenal's half, Diaby and Walcott came up on the wing, he handed it to Lucas who came over, and Lucas gave it to the winger. Luis Enrique", Peterson also realized that Liverpool was going to start attacking.

The singing in the stands gradually became louder, as if playing an overture to fate, waiting for the moment when the epilogue ends.

Driven leaned on Eboe and received a pass from Enrique near the corner of the penalty area. Instead of entangled in place, he kicked behind him, and a gust of wind blew past Eboe.

It wasn't Enrique, but Ma Keqin. He took Diaby straight to the side, and then took advantage of Diaby not keeping up with him, pulled the ball, and turned around.

He kept moving, with a flick of his ankle, and with a slight straight push, the ball passed through the two long legs that had just stood firm, and went straight to the penalty area.

Diaby clamped his legs subconsciously and turned his head to look back.

"Enrique...", Peterson finally yelled out, because he saw that Enrique didn't hug the sideline, but crossed Dirk and took Walcott directly along the sideline of the penalty area. restricted area.

The person arrives, the ball arrives, and he takes advantage of the trend to lead the way to the bottom line.

Diaby no longer cared about Mark Qin, he, Toure and Walcott behind him rushed towards Enrique surrounded by three sides.

"Enrique, he reached the bottom line, is he going to cross the goal? Beautiful, at such a critical moment, he actually played a trick and knocked the ball directly behind him with his heel..."

"Mark Qin, he entered the penalty area and got the ball." Eboe, who was brought to the penalty area line, quickly let go of Dirk, went back to block Mark Qin, and he could shoot directly from long range.

"...Through the wind, through the rain...", the singing in the stands became even louder, and Arsenal's defense on the right was completely messed up!

He took a step and shoveled lightly on the bottom of the ball with his right foot. Before Eboei and Diaby who turned back came up, the ball flew lightly and went straight to the outside of the far post.

Chrissy, who recovered to the small penalty area, just wanted to jump up, but felt that he couldn't reach the ball, so he had to turn around and prepare to defend.

But Gerrard didn't give him this chance. He quickly inserted, facing such a comfortable ball, directly headed the ball, and pointed the ball back to the small penalty area near the baseline.

"You will finally see the light of day...", the singing of the fans in the stands reached its peak, and as the unguarded Dirk Drivet ran into the small penalty area and shot a burst, there was a bang!

"boom……"

Almunia, who was helpless and helpless, and Galla, who turned back and had no time to block, only felt a gust of wind blowing and cracking the net!

"Goal...al...al, Kevin Dirk, he went in quickly, shot a shot, the ball was close at hand, Arsenal had nothing to do!, the game is over, there is absolutely no way for Arsenal to finish within ten minutes Two more goals for Liverpool, and Liverpool will advance to the semi-finals!", Peterson decided the fate of Arsenal with the loudest cry.

"Beautiful teamwork, I rarely see Liverpool play such a complicated attack, but I just want to say, beautiful, so fucking beautiful!" McManaman also shouted.

"Oh oh oh oh...we are the champions, we are the champions", the stands were mesmerized.

Liverpool's players around the penalty area ran to the end line and hugged each other, happy but not passionate, as if this was the result that would come sooner or later.

"Beautiful", "beautiful", "beautiful", they praised each other, and they didn't know whether it was the one who passed the beauty or the one who shot the beauty.

Tonight, they played heartily!

Only Ma Keqin seems to be reminiscing about something, he can't explain clearly, it seems far away, but at this stage of rhythm, it is not so easy to touch, let alone master or even handle it with ease.

Without thousands of actual battles, you can't get into it!