Green Life

Anfield, witness.

The seventeen-year-old red-clothed knight they cultivated by themselves was in the stadium under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Smash the sinking mute, raise the flying banner.

Staggering in the thorns, moving forward in the cry, leading the unyielding colors, trying to repaint the whole world.

They are full of soldiers, and they are full of scars.

But so what, from the determined eyes, you can see the enthusiasm of the battle, and the crazy horn.

"Hey...", "Liverpool, Liverpool", the loud cheers echoed in the stands, they want to give the team in trouble the greatest strength, and the hottest, enthusiasm.

"Nothing can defeat you, as long as you move forward bravely", the slogan across the entire west stand fluttered.

They are composing an unyielding war song with their will.

The singing voice is loud and clear, majestic and vigorous.

Elmer's heart was agitated, this is the Premier League, this is Liverpool!

"Bah," he spat out the grass clippings that he choked into his mouth after chasing Portsmouth left-back Berhaj.

"F**king dick", he braced himself and cursed.

Belhaj was shoveled out of the sideline, and Elmer stepped back, panting.

In his eyes at the moment, there is only the ball and defense.

"Boom...", warm applause erupted from the stands.

"NO, NO, NO"

"Mr. referee, Mr. Taylor, my teammate's movements are very clean, his leg is on the turf, his foot shovels the ball, and the opponent is just brought down due to inertia." Mark Qin immediately ran to the referee's side, quickly Said.

After more than ten minutes of his probing and starting to attack, the game suddenly became fierce.

What Portsmouth was waiting for was their attacking moment, attacking, defending, colliding, counterattacking, most similar games have the same rhythm.

Anfield to guard the glory,

Enemies, to capture them.

Adamsten ran out of the coaching area and shouted: "Hey hey, it's a red card! Look at my players"

"Fuck your mother's red card, which eye of yours saw the foul, this is a perfect defense", Hugh McAore rejuvenated, and grabbed Sammy Lee who was about to go up.

The old man chatted and became crazy.

"Hey, Mr. Referee, that should be a red card," Crouch who was nearby ran over to apply pressure.

"Oh, oh, when the game lasted for more than 20 minutes, the smell of gunpowder gradually became more and more intense. The reason was that the teenager Elmer made a fierce tackle on the sideline," Peterson explained the current situation.

"Back off, back off," the referee waved and said, seeing that the players on both sides were about to gather.

"Hey, Gary (Cahill), whoever stopped us, Peter (Crouch), you're an old man here," Maxine shouted to Cahill, then to Crouch.

"The two sides were quite restrained. We saw that Cahill and Crouch stopped the players who were going to come over," Peterson said.

The referee looked at Bel Haj, who was lying on the ground outside the court with his teeth and legs covered, and waved his hand to let the team heal the injury first.

Portsmouth captain Distin came over at this time, and the referee waved Elmer over again.

"Mr. Taylor, I believe your eyes, Elmer is a good boy, and he will never do malicious harm," Mark Qin said.

"Look at our players," Distin said, pointing to the sideline.

"That was an accident. You are also an old man in the Premier League. You should know about normal field collisions..."

Taylor reached out to stop their argument, took out a yellow card from the back of his butt and showed it to Elmer, saying: "Pay attention to the range of your movements, if it's not because of your rushing, this time it's a red card."

Ma Keqin breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to pat Elmer, and walked back with his arms around him, "Good job, but relax, I don't want us to fight alone."

...

Berhaj is a small man with relatively fast speed. He suffered a minor injury just now and returned to the field after treatment.

After the tidbits just now, the game continued, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became heated. Goals and fouls can stimulate the blood of the players on the field.

"The cross from Portsmouth just now was a bit too big, it was caught by Aurelio, Lieira took the ball from the side and turned around, Parmahat, Lucas, Liela rushed forward, Lucas turned and gave Mark", Liverpool went on the attack again after getting the ball.

Lucas has also started more games this season. Whether it is with Alonso or Mark Qin, he has done a very good job of assisting and never occupies the ball too much.

Diaby and Simon Davies took turns following Mark Qin, and they all knew that he was Liverpool's offensive engine. Now the teams are paying more and more attention to this European golden boy.

"Mark dribbled the ball up, Dirk Dirk came over to meet him, and Voronin also withdrew from the penalty area," Peterson explained.

After more than ten minutes of testing, Portsmouth's defense is very tight. After all, it is the team that won the FA Cup last year, and now the league ranking is also above them.

Without two brushes, this result cannot be achieved.

Their counterattack was quite quick just now. After the breakthrough pass from the side of Dirk was cut off, Berhaj quickly stepped in, which made Elmer have to foul to stop it.

It's a pity that the two long-range shooting masters are not there. The strength of Mark Qin and Lucas can only be threatened at the edge of the penalty area, but now that area is blocked by the opponent's three midfielders.

His mind was running fast, trying to find as much inspiration as possible from the many games he had watched in his previous life. Sometimes it was more difficult to break the dense defense of the middle and lower teams than to play against a strong team.

Liera watched the ball pass on the outside, and according to the tactical arrangement in the recent training, he penetrated from the ribs to the penalty area. His physical fitness, if not because of his playing habits, would be more than enough as a center forward.

The ball was transmitted to the right. Mark Qin received the pass from the back of Diop and noticed this scene. Before Diop came up, he made a big curve ball directly in the right center.

"Mark caught the ball and kicked the ball directly..." Peterson said unexpectedly, he had never used such a direct long pass in this game.

The ball entered the big penalty area with a "swish", then circled an arc from the small penalty area, fell rapidly, and went straight to the back point.

"Lierra and Kabul compete for the top, and Liela heads the goal, oh, the ball is too high"

"Oh...", as the ball flew off the crossbar, there was a huge sigh from the stands.

"Look at him, look at him, don't let him pass the ball casually", the England goalkeeper James broke out in a cold sweat when the ball went off the crossbar, and ran forward as soon as it landed, shouting at his midfielder.

He and Ma Keqin are teammates of the national team, but they know that this kid is very good at passing the ball. He is now the assist leader in England in the qualifiers, and the assist leader in the entire European qualifiers.

So when Mark Qin took the ball in this area again, Diop rushed over immediately and no longer firmly guarded his area.

"Liverpool's attack came up again, the ball was controlled in the middle, and it was passed to Mark who ran to the right again"

Ma Keqin kicked his right foot, shook Diop, who was jumping too hard, and while he didn't turn his weight, he wiped across the middle, and Diarra was ready.

It's just that he didn't continue to move forward, as it would be easy to steal the ball and be hit back. He looked at Voronin, who was on his back outside the small penalty area, and rubbed the ball lightly in a straight line, heading straight for his head.

Voronin leaned back against Distin vigorously, followed the ball, and directly rubbed against his head.

"Voronin, hit the goal after the header, oh, it's so dangerous, the ball changed direction, James made a contribution, made a side attack, and defended the goal", Peterson's commentary became visibly active.

In just three or four minutes, Liverpool created two extremely threatening attacks.

"Mark changed his tactics. After he reached the dangerous area, he passed the ball very directly. He almost scored an assist twice. Portsmouth needs to pay attention. Mark must pay attention to what he plays again." Now he is very familiar with Mark Qin's style Peterson said.

McManaman said: "Now he should take the initiative to seek change. Portsmouth's defense was very stable for 20 minutes. Knowing that Liverpool's forward ability is average, they directly compress the space in the backcourt. Liverpool used to have empty possession of the ball. No threat, it's not the same twice"

"I think having a team brain like Mark is the happiness of every head coach"

Sammy Lee is indeed very happy, because the team now has two brains, which can be used in turn, and they are more powerful when they are played together. He has no good way to break through the dense defense. Everything is left to Mark.

Of course, Hugh McAore had said the last sentence to him.

Traore got the ball saved by James. This time Liverpool did not retreat, and directly launched a frontcourt counterattack. This is the momentum and continuity of the attack.

Traore saw Voronin and Kurit directly coming towards him, without even thinking about it, he just kicked a big kick, and he didn't know where to kick, anyway, it was the frontcourt.

Bruno easily flanked Agger back and forth, pushed the ball back, and Mark Qin, who hadn't plugged in at all, retreated and got the ball, and the offense started again.

Everything has inertia, everything is like this, Mark Qin played these two direct passes, just to make Portsmouth's small penalty area tense.

He waved his hand forward, drove back Dirk, who wanted to come back to meet him, let him push into the penalty area, and then pushed the ball to the right with a kick, giving an advance, "Press up, Elmer"

He's going to get real!

Elmer continued to dribble forward and caught Portsmouth by surprise. Berhaj quickly ran out of the penalty area to block, and Diop looked at Mark Qin who was about to respond.

"To Bruno," Ma Keqin pointed and shouted, and then turned around and ran to the middle.

Bruno dodges Utaka and returns with a short pass to the running Mark Qin, just in the defensive combination of Diop and Diaby.

He glanced at the restricted area, and Liera, Voronin, and Kurit were all wrestling with their opponents at a point inside the restricted area.

Without hesitation, he slapped the bottom of the ball with his left foot, the outer instep, yes, it was a slap.

"Mark, shoot...", Peterson yelled, "Hey, it's so crooked! No, it's a pass..."

Everyone thought it was a shot or a through pass, but the ball went straight around an outer arc and went straight to Liverpool's left side and Portsmouth's right sideline.

Aurelio just ran according to the tactics. Whether the ball can come or not is not up to him.

But this time, the ball was coming for him, a gust of red gust whizzing across the Portsmouth backline.

"It's Aurelio, who put the ball in the chest and directly inserted into the penalty area from the sideline of the penalty area. Liverpool's good chance, Mark's unpredictable pass", Peterson really yelled this time.

"Luca, let it go!", Mark Qin, who quickly jumped in, yelled at Lucas. Lucas turned around and leaned against Diaby, letting the ball directly placed by Aurelio fly past his face.

Mark Qin, who was at the top of the arc in the penalty area, rushed over.

Lian Guangyu, who has a lot on his mind, listens to the thunder in a silent place!

"Boom...", the audience erupted, tens of thousands of arms were like worshiping in the air, and thousands of roars were like desert sandstorms!

"Goaaaaaal...al..."

"Mark, Mark, incomparable, brilliant, What a F**King Goaaaaaaal...", Peterson yelled frantically in the commentary booth.

No one can describe what kind of spirituality it was at that time. They just saw their young captain galloping up, his body turned sideways, his left leg slammed like a whip, and slammed on the ball fiercely.

With one sound, the heavens were shaken, and with one kick, thunder fell! , Then the situation changed!

"Goaaaaaal...al...Mark!, volley side pump! Volley... side pump!" McManaman also yelled, "His left leg must be insured, a huge amount of insurance!"

"Roar...", Mark Qin, who landed, saw the ball like a white light, and directly crashed into the net from James' hands before he could react.

The ferocious blue veins are exposed, and the commander's golden spear is exposed...