Green Life

"It's okay, let's play as we want," Mark Qin and Gerrard slapped and shouted as the Liverpool players walked back to their own half.

This is not the first time they have encountered a situation of falling behind this season. Although this is the final of the League Cup, a team that has experienced championships and troughs is destined to mature. What's more, there is an increasingly mature Mark Qin in control of the midfield. There will be no shortage of chances to score goals.

He makes him strong, the breeze blows the hills, he lets him do whatever he wants, and the bright moon shines on the river.

"Keep shouting, shouting loudly," Sam yelled, blushing and waving his arms. "The game has just started four minutes, and it's still early to the end. It's a fart for them to lead by one goal now."

"Ole, Ole, boom, boom, Liverpool, Liverpool", it is true that the red noise in the stands did not decrease in the slightest because of a goal, but intensified.

This is eternal protection.

Ma Keqin once again stood behind the middle circle, not in a hurry. All kinds of things this season have made his temperament more and more stable. Only through experience can he be calm.

This is his first full season. As the main force of the team and the national team, he travels around in various arenas. Time flies, and old things are like vines. He has had lows and highs, just like this red team.

Lost their own pulse for a while, and regained the lost glory, the time came to the second half of the season, they lost the glory of last year, and Mark Qin did not block and kill gods and Buddhas like last year, but this is all just It's just the clouds before the wind and rain.

One day, when the east wind blows, thunder will fall all over the sky!

Sammy Lee and Hugh McAuley were surprised for a moment, and sat on the coach's bench again. The field is the strongest main lineup on their side. There is nothing to adjust, and they can deal with it by themselves.

Hugh McAuley looked at Ma Keqin and thought to himself, boy, this is not a friendly match like the Champions League Cup, cheer up, don't mess up your game, and don't let me down.

What if there is one fast sword, oh no, two fast swords? There was a smile on the corner of Ma Keqin's mouth, then put on the scabbards and wrap the vines on you.

Football matches, midfield competition, and the final competition is nothing more than a momentum, a rhythm that makes one's side comfortable, and then a kind of suppression can be formed.

Even if he can be fast today, Ma Keqin is not prepared to be fast, because speed is the momentum that Tottenham are pursuing, bang bang bang, this style of play, once a mistake is made, it is easy to repeat the scene just now.

After all, they pressed the attack,

It will leave a large gap in the backcourt. The three players in the frontcourt of Tottenham can be said to be fast horses, and they especially like this rhythm.

"Don't push forward in a hurry, pour the ball more horizontally, slow down", after Ma Keqin received the ball again, he pushed it to Mascherano lightly, and shouted to his teammates behind him.

In fact, most of them are for Alonso, because this kind of slowness will make him very uncomfortable, but now he is the core, and when it is time to make a decision, he should not look forward and backward for fear of offending others.

If you want to do something, there is no one who does not offend others. It is very difficult for a good person to get things done. This is a lesson he learned from many years of management experience in his previous life, and it is also applicable here.

At any time, the team can only have one brain. The so-called multi-core is just that the coach makes the rhythm resonate. Simply put, the coach becomes the brain.

What is more obvious is the coexistence of Silva and Ding Ding in the later generations. The rhythm of the two is actually not at the same point at all, but Gua Tuzi naturally pinches the team into a rhythm, and everyone relies on this rhythm.

But now that Liverpool does not have this condition, Mark Qin has to stand up and give orders. This is a macro decision on the overall tactical play.

"Huh," Lineker questioned, "Liverpool doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all, it seems to be slow"

Lennon tried to stop Enrique's ball through speed, but Enrique kicked back to Agger, and did not rush forward, but took two steps back to assist the backcourt to control the ball.

Ma Keqin has been the core midfielder for almost a season, and his teammates have slowly figured out the knack for his cooperation. Seeing him slowly swinging back and forth in the middle circle, he is not ready to play a whirlwind.

Mark Qin followed Keane Jr., made a triangle pass, gave the ball to Skrtel, then got rid of Kean Jr., and received Skrtel's return.

Before Janus came up, he crossed the foot and handed it to Alonso. The midfielder was his area.

The entire Tottenham defense line was as arranged by Redknapp before the game. After the center circle of their own side, the fence was tightened to press and press Liverpool's players with the ball.

However, Redknapp frowned on the sidelines. Liverpool's reaction after losing the ball was too flat, which made him feel a little confused.

In any case, they should have been more anxious to attack than in the opening game. In the end, the pace was slower than the opening pace. Has the Premier League ever had such a slow pace?

Alonso heard Mark's yelling just now, and followed him to slow down the rhythm. For Alonso, this season is also a brand new experience, because he saw a midfielder who is not weaker than him.

Since his debut, he has always been the core of the team, single-core, and it can be said that the road is smooth. No matter which coach is changed, he must rely on his midfield scheduling and passing.

Suddenly one day, this No. 18, who seemed to be a young player in his impression, suddenly emerged, and he just rose up by his side, defenseless.

The main reason is that his rising speed is too fast. It seems that he has embarked on the road of superstar right after his debut. Apart from an unborn genius, no words can describe him.

Last year, half as the main force and half as a substitute, he had a double-ten record. Today, just over half of the season, he has already recorded a double-ten record in the team, but this year the team has no results, and he is not as dazzling as last year. .

But Alonso was deeply moved by his side. How could a 17-year-old boy have such a mature tactical thinking and overall situation view, and be able to move freely? , which he cannot do.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Alonso knows that he is really inferior to Mark Qin in terms of controlling the rhythm. He is good at dispatching and passing the ball. He even thinks Mark Qin is a bit like Xavi, which is short in Barcelona's habit The core of the passing team was only fed out in five or six years.

Liverpool's style later this year gradually became unrecognizable to him. It was as if, a master fencer who was used to swift sword strikes suddenly realized one day, knew how to use footsteps, use dodge, and then aim at the enemy's gap, fatal blow.

This is just Alonso's accumulated feelings this season. It was just a matter of a moment on the field. Mark Qin pretended to rush forward, and before Tottenham suddenly accelerated the press and tried to steal, he received the ball again. Passed directly back to the back line, then turned and ran back.

If there is a master who tries to explain everything with Chinese culture sitting on the rostrum, he will definitely stroke his goatee and say: "Yes, yes, Tai Chi, use slowness to stop fast, use static to brake, yes, yes"

Mark Qin is not that crazy, he only knows that you don't have the ball at your feet, and if you don't have a quick offensive and defensive rhythm, you can't play your speed, it's as simple as that.

More than ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye. Except for Liverpool's occasional mistakes to snatch the ball twice, but was quickly surrounded by Liverpool and snatched it back, Tottenham didn't touch the ball at all.

Although Liverpool did not threaten the goal, Redknapp felt that this would not work. He always felt thorns on his back and broke out in cold sweat.

"Press, press," he yelled at Tottenham's midfield, waving his hand and pointing forward, meaning don't let Liverpool have such a leisurely possession of the ball.

"Bang", Mark Qin, who retreated outside the center circle of his side, passed the ball back to Reina with a big foot, leaving Keane and Bell in vain.

He ran back again, Bale and Keane glanced to the sidelines, Redknapp shook his head, was he tempting us to press out?

You are falling behind, it is not us who are in a hurry, he stretched out his hand to convey instructions to the players on the field, if they do not attack, just let them pass in the backcourt.

The ball passed slowly through Liverpool's backcourt again, as if everything was no different from fifteen or sixteen minutes ago.

But the soil that breeds danger has always been common, and the needle that breeds death is always hidden in the sleeve.

"Bang, bang, bang", Ma Keqin's running rhythm seemed to be a little faster, no, it was the passing rhythm. Mascherano, Alonso and the defenders behind him were all his walls.

When the time came, Tottenham's pressing and movement had been slowed down by him just now, because they didn't know what Liverpool wanted to do, and they didn't know where to focus on defense.

Mark Qin is also observing, but it is not so obvious, because he has perception, and he is also looking for opportunities to stab out in this lukewarm situation.

Woodgate and Dawson maintain their normal parallel defensive positions, moving left and right with Liverpool's ball, which is conducive to offside.

Torres looked sideways at the ball fell to the feet of Cahill, who was on the top, and Bell was pressing towards him. He didn't stop the ball, and knocked back to Mark Qin who was responding.

Then he started to start, trying to run against offside from the middle of Woodgate and Hector. A hard-working striker, there may be more than a dozen such runs in a game, all of which are invalid.

But if you don't run, you never have a chance, forwards, have always been opportunists.

The thorn stabbed out as promised, silently!

Mark ran up slowly, without even looking forward. Most people just thought that he had to meet, transition, and then move again.

Relying on the power of the fast swing of the calf and ankle, the inner instep of the right foot kicked abruptly at the bottom of the ball, the new Wembley Stadium, on the green field surrounded by 90,000 people.

Immediately, a flying rainbow appeared, flew up from the midfield line, and went straight to a running red figure, with some rotation in front of it.

He, already approaching the penalty area, fell at least two meters away from the entire Tottenham back line, and Cudicini attacked.

"Torres, anti-offside, single-handed kick..." Lineker's suddenly raised voice was no longer so flat, "It came from Mark's sudden overhead pass. He is simply a midfield magician. The linesman did not raise the flag. It's a beautiful anti-offside"

The red-clothed fans in the stands suddenly stood up collectively, waiting for the moment when the ball hit the net. Torres was very sure of this kind of ball.

No volleys, no lobs, no pushes.

Torres just took advantage of his sprint speed, flicked the outside of his right foot, passed Cudicini who fell to the ground, and the rest was just a light push, and the goal was empty!

"Goaaaaaaaaal...", Lineker shouted, although there was no foreshadowing and no warning, but it just came so suddenly, without feeling, and it was fatal.

Sammy Lee and Hugh McAore rushed out of the coach's bench side by side, raised their arms and cheered endlessly. They had always believed that this moment would come sooner or later, and this time came as promised.

"Hey...", this time it was the red in the stands, raising their arms high and shouting in unison.

Such a team, such a performance, how could it not win.

"80% of the credit for this goal should be credited to Mark. This pass is too concealed, too precise, and too just right. Torres must be very happy. He has just come back for less than a month, and there are endless behind him." The cannonballs are delivered to his feet, so that he can use them to his heart's content..."

The Liverpool players happily ran to Torres' side, without screaming, as if they had expected to equalize, they walked to the sideline camera together, and then collectively lifted up their jerseys.

In the final field, this scene is spectacular.

This gentle knife not only killed Tottenham, but also the sky that had been hidden for a long time outside the field...