Green Life

Recently, his left-footed shot has become known all over the world.

"Mica", Peterson did not explain the restarted game, but turned his head and asked: "I am very surprised that Mark is obviously a right-footed player, why he likes to shoot with his left foot?"

Needless to say, Mark Qin doesn't understand why he always likes to look for shooting opportunities from the right midfielder to the goal of the penalty area. It stands to reason that he should be used to using his right foot in the left midfielder.

It's a real conundrum for bipedal proficiency.

Perhaps it is because he prefers fake moves, which are basically completed with his right foot, and then smoothly transition to left foot shots.

Perhaps it has something to do with Liverpool's left wing. After he joined the first team, his assists on the left are much sharper than those on the right. Most of the time on the left, he cooperates to create opportunities for the right. More comfortable receiving high-quality passes.

Perhaps it has something to do with the inertia of the defensive player. Although he knows that he has good left and right feet, he always passes with his right foot. It is impossible for the defender to focus on his left foot regardless of his right foot.

He is very fortunate now that he has just entered Kirkby, and he has developed a left foot in Aslit's devil training. Several years of green life has also forcibly reversed his right-leaning habit in his previous life. .

He remembers that when he was U16, Aslit often created obstacles for him in training, tied his right leg with a sandbag, so that he could only use his left foot to control, receive and pass the ball on the field.

He didn't have this awareness at that time, but Marco and Old Haiwei had it. He didn't have explosive power. Very easy to be seen dead.

The reason why Alonso's shortcomings are so serious after his peak period is that after his running ability declines, the weakness of his weak feet is infinitely magnified.

If the striker turns around and interferes, an excellent passing opportunity may be lost.

Even Cristiano Ronaldo practiced shooting with both feet after he arrived in Real Madrid, otherwise, how could he score like crazy, Messi and Robben are exceptions, there are always many geniuses among the exceptions in this world.

The bits and pieces of Kirkby's four years have become his solid steps after he entered the first team.

Basic skills, which countless enlightenment coaches have mentioned countless times, sometimes really determine the upper limit of a player, pay attention to youth training, let alone other things, practice the basic skills well.

That's the right way.

Mark Qin is a golden boy in Europe. The whole Premier League knows that he is a good passer and his back runs are a great threat, but it is not easy to really guard against him.

On the field, anytime, anywhere is a game.

If your defense moves, his offensive strategy will also change accordingly. The coach cannot replace the player.

Excellent basic skills give him countless choices when facing defense. Without a defender and midfielder with enough overall perspective, it is difficult to completely limit his planning and control of the entire scene.

Because his football is slowly entering the stage of the game, his passing and his escape are already outstanding, when he really enters the palace of rhythm and game, he integrates body, skill, consciousness, experience and creation One.

At that time, he will be on the throne and stand out from the crowd.

Zidane, who was on the verge of retirement, was infinitely close to this stage, but the years did not allow him to reach it, and Mark Qin, he still has a lot of time to explore and pursue.

"Mark seems to be unlocking the code of an area. Now as long as he reaches the right side of the penalty area, I feel dangerous. This feeling is getting stronger and stronger," McManaman replied.

Portsmouth coach Adams also shook his head. Regarding Mark Qin's attack, he emphasized it in defense, but he still caught the fleeting opportunity.

You can't completely limit this kind of player to death. You can only hope that his condition is not so good, but unfortunately, he missed today. Mark Qin, who came back from the national team, is in good condition.

...

The backward Portsmouth finally could no longer stick to their strategy of defending and counterattacking. The midfielder and the two full backs began to press frequently, finally giving Liverpool a chance to counterattack.

"Crouch took the ball and gave it to Diarra who was running in behind. He shot from a long distance and hit Bruno and bounced off the baseline..."

"Portsmouth corner kick, Crouch got the point, header, no power, was confiscated by Reina..."

"Liverpool's counterattack, Mark ran to the side and got Reina's hand throw, beautiful, a direct pass over the top, Liera took the ball, crossed, oops, the pass was too big..."

The first half of the game was in this kind of back and forth between offense and counterattack. Time passed quietly. Sammy Li raised his hand and looked at his watch. The first half of the game was about to end.

He stared at Elmer firmly, praying that he would not get bloody again and take the initiative to apply for exit.

His performance today was considered a passing grade for a rookie playing for the first time, at least he wasn't blown away.

Although due to experience problems, Portsmouth was given a few chances to cross, but they did not concede a goal, and they did not lose their position in several header fights. Sammy Lee was quite satisfied.

"Good job, boy," said Carragher, patting Elmer on the head in the dressing room.

"Your tackle was hard enough, and it lost the momentum of Anfield. Come on," Agger also praised.

Mark smiled and looked at Elmer who had become shy. It was only a year later that his former teammates became newcomers in front of him. He and these old guys are now the backbone.

"Good job guys, Mark, nice shot," said Sammy Lee, clapping his hands.

"They will definitely strengthen their offense in the second half. We must pay attention to the defense protection, especially the restrictions on Crouch, and don't give him the opportunity to easily take the ball..."

He first arranged the tactics for the second half, seeing that the time was about the same, and left some time for the players to communicate.

Before preparing to go out, many players looked at Mark Qin. He knew that the captain had to say a few words at this time, and usually Gerrard or Carragher would take the lead in shouting slogans or something.

He stood up calmly, looked at his teammates and said, "It's my first time as the captain, and the chances of the two old guys, Steven and Jamie, not being on the field at the same time are rare."

"I don't think there will be many times this season. If someone messes up for me, hehe," he smiled sinisterly.

"Coax...", "That's right, boy, now you're so courageous that you dare to threaten us..."

"Ha ha……"

Elmer looked at Mark Qin, who was wantonly joking with his teammates, and knew that this was a status and recognition. If he didn't come to the first team in person, he didn't know how much Mark Qin had improved over the past year.

Valle and Elmer looked at each other, tacitly, and both had a sense of unreality.

"Okay, jokes are jokes, Portsmouth is not easy to play, we lost to them at the beginning of the season", Mark Qin continued, "This is our home court, there is nothing to say, our current state is recovering, today We're going to go on, we're..."

He held out his hand and yelled.

"Liverpool, Liverpool, Liverpool!" Teammates put up their hands one by one and echoed loudly.

...

"The second half of the game is about to start," Peterson said on the commentary stand. "In the first half, Liverpool led Portsmouth 1-0 with a goal from young captain Mark"

"In the second half we'll see if Liverpool can keep going and get their fourth league win"

Adams stood on the sidelines as soon as he came out of the channel. Although this is Anfield, he has no intention of admitting defeat in the face of the crippled Liverpool.

As soon as the second half kicked off, they added a pressing in the frontcourt. Many teams will divide the tactics of the entire game into several stages, such as full-court pressing.

There are almost no teams that can persist throughout the game, but every team will do it in stages, such as fifteen minutes before and after the first and second half, such a sudden change of rhythm is easy to hit the opponent's surprise attack.

"Mark, long pass", following the commentary, the ball went straight to the right side of the center line not far from Liverpool's own penalty area.

In order to ensure the possession of the ball, Ma Keqin retreated deeply, and he would not be so stupid as to fight hard with the opponent's three midfielders.

Driven stopped the ball in the chest and dribbled the ball directly to the bottom, "Traore, he and Berhaj broke the ball in front of him"

"Diarra, he ran to the left, Utakara, Elmer, Portsmouth picked up the pace," explained Peterson.

"Liverpool would be fine now that Torres is here," Meka said. "Now they lack speed in attack, and the efficiency of counterattack is not high. Liera and Dirk are not fast enough."

While the two were talking, they saw Ma Keqin seldom rushing to the sidewalk, waving his hand to stop Elmer who was chasing back, and a flying shovel shoveled Diop out of the sideline.

"Oh..." There was an exclamation from the stands.

"Beep, beep", the referee didn't hesitate this time, and when he ran over, he took out a yellow card.

"Oh...Mark got a yellow card. He was filling in for Elmer. Liverpool's defense on the right was extremely fierce today."

McCa nodded, "This is the main attack direction of Portsmouth in the second half. Elmer still has a yellow card. Sammy Lee can consider replacing Carragher earlier."

It's not that Sammy Lee didn't have this idea, but that would hurt the confidence of young players. He also thought that it would be best to wait until about 70 minutes, so that Carragher would not consume too much energy, and it was also a successful debut for Elmer.

"Mark, I'm sorry," Elmer said apologetically, pulling him up. It was his breakthrough that caused the yellow card.

"Don't be guilty, cheer up, your hands are too clean, don't let them get rid of you easily, this is the Premier League, proper confrontation and small moves will not be blown by the referee"

After most of the time, he has almost touched the referee's scale. It is not a particularly obvious foul, and they have already won some home whistles.

It's just that Elmer is inexperienced and can't tell.

"Luka", Ma Keqin waved while retreating, "Help Elmer", just as Sammy Lee was also beckoning him from the sidelines to come over to help fill the seat.

A captain's responsibilities on the field can be as large as unlimited or as small as not having to take care of too many things, it all depends on the individual's style.

But in Ma Keqin's view, this is a kind of honor, but also a kind of responsibility. In addition to winning, he is obliged to help every teammate.

Portsmouth got a free kick from the sideline, which must have been a big-footed cross and a header. The two teams in the penalty area stood in a row and rushed forward eagerly.

"Portsmouth, cross, back point, Kabul ferry back, danger, Reina, Reina, hit the ball with one punch, a little confusion, Diarra...", Peterson shouted.

As soon as Ma Keqin turned around from the penalty area, he saw Diarra striding forward from outside the penalty area to meet the ball hit by Reina.

Fuck, he went right up to him, he knew Diarra had decent long shots with feet.

"Bang", "bang", the ball drew a high parabola and flew directly out of the court.

I saw the lower part of the ball hit his shrunken forehead heavily, changed direction directly upwards, popped out of the baseline, and knocked Mark Qin down directly.

"Oh...", the fans in the stands looked at Mark Qin, who was lying on the ground, and were worried. "Beep", the referee immediately stopped the game and called the team doctor to enter the field.

Ma Keqin only felt stares in his eyes, and the world was spinning. People who have never been bored by the ball don't know that feeling. There is a burning pain above the eyelids, and then there is a roar in the head.

He only felt that there were shadows around him, and someone pushed his eyelids away, "Water", he subconsciously called out.

A cool feeling poured down from his head and down his forehead, which finally made him wake up a little bit.

"What is it, Mark, tell me," the team doctor stretched out three fingers and asked anxiously. He grabbed the water bottle, squeezed out a jet of water and sprayed it on his face.

Wiping his face, shaking his head vigorously, and winking his eyes, he managed to look at the team doctor's hand.

"Three, I'm fine, just help me to the sidelines and walk around to recover," he said trying to stand up.

"Huh", the team doctor breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it is not a severe concussion, then the problem is not big.

Watching the young man in red with black hair stand up and slowly walk to the sidelines, the audience burst into warm applause.

"Wow..." is recognition and pride.

Isabella and Ai Ming in the stands also breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother is working too hard, I don't know how to hide so close," Ai Ming complained.

"Hey, who let him be today's captain?" Isabella shook her head and replied helplessly.

Captain, what is it? It is a banner and a role model, especially the captain of the Red Army. Without a passion and a desperate spirit, this cuff will be covered with dust...