Green Life

The atmosphere at the Calderón Stadium is extremely hot, because this is their return to the European arena after a lapse of twelve years.

Mark Qin easily scored the penalty kick created by Valle, allowing Liverpool to take the lead in the 80th minute of the game. This may be the quasi-lore of the game.

Re-tee.

The white-haired Mexican "civilian coach" Aguirre stood on the sidelines, loudly directing Atletico Madrid to invest in troops. He is a coach who pays attention to defense, but any coach will give it a go at this moment.

Next, here, the last ten minutes of Atletico Madrid's offense, which has won two consecutive victories in the group, can be described as a storm. The red city wall is crumbling in front of the penalty area.

They no longer have the strength to launch a counterattack, Valle and Dirk Dirk fully returned to their own backcourt to participate in the defense.

Now Atletico Madrid is playing a two-four-four mad attack, and Aguero is more active than before, running around.

The son-in-law of the Argentine legend is very similar in height and style to his national team teammate Messi.

But the difference is also very big, that is, although the frequency of his right foot is already very fast, it is not as fast as Messi's abnormality, so he is more like a short striker who relies on short-distance straight-line explosive power.

The direction of their attack is still Darby on the right, and the three midfielders in the center have to run to help defend at any time. The current scene and moment are too cruel for a small defender with only ordinary talent and ability.

I don't know if his self-confidence will be severely damaged after this game, but no one cares about this now, all the soldiers of the Red Army are using their bodies to build the Great Wall.

"Bang", a long shot, it was the sound of being hit in the chest.

It was Aguerola who broke through Darby through the ribs again, and made an inverted triangle pass to the top of the penalty area.

Portuguese midfielder Macheni shot at the ball, Agger bravely blocked the path of the ball to the goal with his chest.

The ball bounced to the periphery and was controlled by Atletico Madrid. Time was slowly passing by. Ma Keqin felt that the air in the field had begun to thicken. It was an illusion of fatigue and stress.

"Oh, oh, oh, Atletico Madrid, go, go!" The cheers of the fans around the stands were even louder than the whole game at this moment, like crazy.

Everyone knows that Liverpool is the champion of the Premier League and a traditional giant. The feeling of beating them must be even more wonderful.

Raul Garcia took the ball from the wing again, and Valle had returned to the defense near the penalty area. Miguel, who replaced him in the second half, quickly bypassed Garcia and lapped the edge.

"Miguel, Lucas defended to the side. Now Darby's side is under a lot of pressure. Lucas waved Darby back to the penalty area," Walker explained nervously.

He felt that these ten minutes were even longer than the eighty minutes just now, Liverpool was too passive.

Aguero pulled to the side again, and Darby could only defend behind him. He didn't dare to shoot casually in the penalty area. His experience was still too lacking, so he didn't go close.

Aguero pretended to break through to the bottom line, and turned around with an emergency stop on the outside of his instep, with great ease.

To suffer.

Mascherano didn't care about the top of the arc of the penalty area. He knew that Mark Qin should be there to make up for it, so he ran towards Aguero.

Aguero, who was just 20 years old, showed the calmness of a shooter at this time. With a flick of his right foot, watching Mascherano come up to siege, he made a pass to the penalty area, which caused Darby to stretch his legs subconsciously. Block, and then he buckled his ankle!

To be bad.

Mark Qin watched Aguero pass Darby and went straight to the small penalty area. His explosive power and movement frequency in a small area are talents, and Darby is too far behind.

"Block his pass," Reyna yelled, taking a step out from the close corner, ready to block the shot.

Cahill strode up to the ground and stretched out his long legs, but he still couldn't stop Aguero on the edge of the small penalty area.

He swung his left foot quickly, swung it quickly, and slammed it under the ball violently.

With a "bang", the ball passed over Cahill's flying shovel to block his right leg, and passed over the useless hands of Reina, who was too late to stand up, and went straight to the upper corner, and set off the net with a "shua".

"Boom...", Ma Keqin finally felt the landslide brought by the opponent's fans at this moment.

They were evened by the lore!

"Ah...", all the Atletico Madrid players followed the galloping Aguero to the sidelines, like a torrent!

"Alas", Reina fell to the ground, Cahill lay on the ground, and Darby sat on the ground crying.

"Darby is a disaster today, but it's not his fault. He's just 20 years old. For him, the pressure is too great. He has to face repeated bombings," Walker said desolately.

"The 90th minute of the game! The score is 1:1, the goal is Sergio..."

"Aguero...", the crowd chanted in unison following the pitch's Spanish broadcast, as if they had won the game.

For Liverpool, it was a bit bitter. In such a difficult situation, they endured for 90 minutes, but they fell short in the last minute. I don't know when the first Champions League victory will come.

Mark Qin walked slowly towards Darby, who is now the captain on the field, and Gerrard gave him the armband when he left the field.

Reina patted Darby who was sitting on the ground, comforting him that this kind of game might ruin his life.

It's just who can be responsible...

"Darby," Maxine dragged him by the armpit from behind and helped him up, turning around to see his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...", he repeated this sentence unconsciously, on the verge of collapse.

Ma Keqin knew this feeling. In his previous life, when he was in college, in the football cup final of his department, he played as a right midfielder. When he returned to the penalty area, he was not calm and gave his opponent a penalty kick to equalize.

In the end they lost the final, and he regretted it for months.

Not to mention the Champions League, "Darby, Darby", he put his hands on his shoulders and said to him.

"Although you have never successfully defended once, your nervous performance is like a piece of shit!" He said seriously, "But you must also remember that you are wearing red."

"There are ten comrades in arms around you, ten partners, they will never blame you, blame you, give up on you, don't cry on the court, it will make them think we are a bitch"

"Are you a bitch? Answer me," he asked loudly.

Darby's eyes gradually focused, "No"

"Speak up the fuck up, I can't hear you!", he yelled frantically.

Darby's face was bloodshot, and he stared at Mark Qin, "No, I'm not, I'm not a fucking bitch!"

"Good brother! That's it," he yelled, patting Darby on the shoulder, "Treat the game as training, and anyone who dares to underestimate you will shove his mother!"

"Brother, I know you can do it"

"I can, I can"

"Look up, we haven't lost yet." Ma Keqin let go of Darby, turned around and waved his arms upwards, encouraging his teammates. He is the captain on the field.

The youngest field captain in the history of the Red Army!

Even if it's only less than twenty minutes!

Sami Lee and Gerrard on the sidelines saw the team being equalized and saw Mark Qin motivating his teammates. They felt a little disappointed, but they were more relieved.

The Red Army, from generation to generation, has not been broken, and another flame has begun to burn.

"Oh..., F**K, fuck you son of a bitch, this is Calderon!" Soon after kick-off, the fans on the sidelines were instantly irritated.

Darby's ferocious flying shovel sent Raul Garcia out of the sideline, his eyes were fierce like an eagle, and he ignored the topaz that the referee took out!

The continuous raising of the wrist indicates that the game will end with a countdown. Perhaps after Atletico Madrid sent this sideline kick, Calderon shed a lot of blood in the last ten minutes.

Miguel quickly threw the ball from the sideline, and Macheni's big foot hoisted to the penalty area was confiscated by the attacking Reina.

"Beep... beep...", the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game, and Liverpool won a draw again.

Walker said lonely: "Eindhoven defeated Marseille 3:1, Liverpool slipped to third in the group"

A large number of Liverpool teams sat on the ground as soon as the game ended, panting heavily.

"Hey, Mark", Aguero walked to Mark Qin who was sitting on the ground, speaking and making gestures in simple English.

"Nice goal", Mark Qin got up and shook hands with him, said to him, and then exchanged jerseys, they just met in Turin, Italy not long ago, the European golden boy two years ago.

Today, it is evenly divided.

After getting up, his legs trembled a little, and he didn't dare to sit down anymore. Together with Gerrard who entered the field, he called his teammates scattered everywhere to thank the fans who came from afar.

If you persist, there will always be gains. It can be said that it is bad luck to be equalized, but if you don't persist, they may lose in the first 80 minutes, which is also a kind of luck.

God, never give up on those who persist, if you give up, maybe you just persisted, not long enough.

...

Three days later, at Stamford Bridge, Scolari took the seat of Chelsea's head coach, and the Blues officially began a period of rapid change of coaches.

In this Premier League game, Chelsea and Liverpool are full of injuries, Drogba, Ballack, Terry, Torres, Finnan.

The good news for Liverpool is that team vice Carragher finally returned, he can replace Finnan's position, otherwise Darby will definitely encounter the worst nightmare period in his life.

Liverpool played their strongest defensive lineup, yes, it was defense, Gerrard returned to the center and partnered with Alonso, Dirk Drivet went to the right, and Aurelio was on the left.

Voronin was alone in front.

Now in the league, Liverpool can't give up a game, can't give up a point, they have no choice.

Ma Keqin sat on the VIP seat behind the bench and watched the unexciting game on the field. For them, the rest was persistence.

Scolari is also a coach who pays attention to defense from the bottom of his heart. One of these famous coaches counts as one, and there is no one who does not pay attention to defense, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed.

It's just that the defensive methods and proportions are different. Some scenes are good-looking, and some scenes are ugly.

Scolari did not bring anything new to the Blues, but instead made them less hard.

So although Liverpool played conservatively this time, they didn't have the thrill of ten minutes after the game against Atletico Madrid.

Persistence will always be rewarded, but you don't know when God will think of you.

After the two teams had another fruitless first half, luck finally came in the 65th minute of the second half.

Liverpool made a very simple push from the backcourt. Aurelio dribbled the ball into Chelsea's 40-meter area. He didn't go down, but crossed in front of Chelsea's formation.

Gerrard made a cross pass to Alonso. He hadn't scored a goal this season. Alonso bent his bow and fired directly in the 30** meter area. This kick is very Gerrard!

I saw the ball roaring across the sky like a missile being launched, and Cech's outstretched arm plunged into the junction of the beam and the column, a dead end!

"Ah...", you can imagine the red excitement at Stamford Bridge, Ma Keqin jumped up from the chair and ran to the teammates who were celebrating wantonly on the sidelines.

He jumped up, shouted and cheered towards Stamford Bridge, with a hideous face.

Now they are like a big grinding disc, gritting their teeth and using their bodies to push it to rotate continuously, grinding away the pain, grinding down the depression, grinding up the unwillingness, grinding up the dark front!

Persevere, persevere until the dawn of Yueyang breaks and the sea burns...