Green Life

"Mark, we will definitely win! Isn't it?" Meadows, wearing a jersey signed by Mark Qin, looked up at him expectantly, hoping for an affirmative answer.

"Hehe, little guy, do you think we will win?" Mark Qin rubbed his hair and asked with a smile.

"Yes, we will definitely win." The little guy clenched his fists with a firm expression on his face.

"Hehe, as you wish," Mark Qin straightened up, turned his head and said to Angelina Jolie, "Your child is very cute, and he is a very loyal Liverpool fan"

"That's up to me," she said with a smile, "Mark, Victoria (Beckham) sometimes mentions you to me. If you come to Los Angeles in the future, remember to contact me."

She put her arms around Meadows's shoulder and continued: "My son likes you very much too, he must want you to visit"

"Thank you, if there is a chance, I will definitely pay a visit, I also like your movies..."

The score of the first round made him a little disappointed, but not to the point of frustration, not every game can be won.

Not everything you try to do will have a good result, this is reality, what he shuttles is not a cartoon.

What can I do? I had to pack up and set off again, to prepare for the next wonderful arrival.

"I don't need to describe Raul's greatness. He gave us a heavy blow today," Mark Qin said to the interview after leaving the channel.

"But we are not afraid of the Bernabeu. It is the holy place where many players dream, but we will conquer it in the next game. The away game is not a problem for us."

"Do you think this game is fair to you?" the reporter asked.

"It's nothing unfair. Although I'm a little disappointed with the score, Real Madrid's defense really made us unprepared," he said calmly, "Let's see the next round."

After speaking, he seemed to have no desire to accept any more interviews, so he picked up his bag and got on the long-awaited car directly.

On the other hand, the media in Madrid, Spain has set off a storm, which can be described as excitement.

"This is really an ugly draw. Although it is a good result for Real Madrid, why can't we be happy at all!"

"When Barcelona next door plays football that doesn't belong in this world,

My God, what did I see here at Real Madrid, a load of rubbish! "

"I have watched Real Madrid for decades, and I dare say that Capello has played better than him. Juande Ramos, shame, he ruined the temperament of Real Madrid. The existence of Real Madrid like this is meaningless!"

Capello: F**K, did I mess with you?

Marca editor-in-chief Edward issued this report titled "Shame" at the end of the game.

Home page, full page!

"The whole game, three shots, one shot on target, full of defenses, fouls, blocks, clearances, does Juand want to learn from Mourinho? You are still far behind!"

The media, the mouthpiece of Real Madrid, was outraged, and the overwhelming condemnation after the game was endless.

"F**K, Juand, do you want me to be drowned in saliva?" Calderon called him out of the office as soon as he came back, and scolded him head and face.

"But now it's 1:1. We have a great advantage at home to advance, and entering the next round is more important than anything else." Juand was not shocked by Calderon's momentum.

A bad accountant who knows football!

"The next round of hell, that's how you advanced? Are you planning to continue to fight back at the Bernabeu?" Calderon's face flushed with anger.

"This is the best choice for us," Juand shrugged calmly, "We are not yet the opponent of this Liverpool team in attacking."

"Shit, if you don't play, just draw conclusions," Calderon slapped the table. "Anyway, I want to see offense in the next game, offense!", he yelled.

"If you still dare to go your own way, the media will tear you apart, and I will tell you to leave immediately!"

Juande narrowed his eyes, suppressed the anger in his chest, stood up and said calmly: "As you wish."

...

At the end of February, it was time for spring things to sprout again. Mark Qin came to Tony's Bar while the team was playing in the league.

He likes to come here to sit and sit when the game is not going well, and this simple little bar can always calm down his possibly restless mind, especially this season.

After such a brilliant debut season, although his performance this season is also very good, it seems that there is no big surprise compared to last season.

Most people think that this should be the level of the European golden boy, nothing to be surprised, it would be strange if he plummeted.

They've had their ups and downs this season, and he's got more trouble than ever, especially when he's not playing well or the team is losing.

The excitement of coming to the world and entering the green field for the first time has been gradually worn down with frequent competitions.

do i really like football Or do you just like watching football?

It may be the first light rain of spring outside today, and the air is very fresh.

Tony poured a glass of rye and brought it to the table in front of Maxkin, who he knew was in a bad mood again.

Come when you're losing, come when you're underperforming, a cup of rye will do the trick most of the time.

Most of the men didn't talk much, Tony poured himself a glass, and sat beside him quietly drinking with him, but today he was a little surprised because he poured a second glass by himself.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

"Um"

"Isn't there another round?"

"That's different"

Tony had nothing to say, so he had to pour himself a second glass of wine, and continued to drink with him.

"The Prime Minister has issued instructions regarding the protests of Liverpool fans a few days ago, asking the parliament to disclose all files and the court to re-trial", the TV broadcasted a replay of this morning's news.

The voice came, and the two sullen men remained indifferent. They knew and expected this result a long time ago.

"Thank you, Mark", countless Liverpool fans took to the streets to celebrate today, embraced and cried bitterly, even more excited than those who won the championship, it has been dusty for 20 years.

Tony knows the whole process, no matter who he represents, he is an old Liverpool fan, and he should thank this boy.

Without his initiation and connection, maybe they would have to wait a little longer.

Mark waved his hand and didn't take it too seriously, because only he knew that even without him, Liverpool would not have waited too long for this result.

"Squeak", the old wooden door of the bar was opened at this time, and Tony turned his head to look, very surprised.

It's not yet time for those old drinkers to come over, not to mention it's raining today, how could someone come in?

With a round face and shoulder-length hair, the visitor exudes a sporty and youthful atmosphere.

"Are you really here? I'm so lucky," Caroline Wozniacki said in surprise.

She's going back tomorrow. According to fans in the circle, Ma Keqin often goes to a dilapidated bar, so she plans to try her luck today.

With her reputation, you can meet Mark Qin directly by contacting the Liverpool club, but that would be boring, wouldn't it? She thought so when she left.

"You are?", I'm sorry that Ma Keqin doesn't usually watch tennis very much. Even in his previous life, his tennis knowledge was limited to Zhang Depei.

Tony shook his head, patted him on the shoulder, and jokingly said, "You're more of an old man than me."

After speaking, he went to the back kitchen alone, where there was a door leading directly to his house on the other side of the street.

There are many secrets hidden in this tavern, but there are no secrets.

"Caroline Wozniacki, I'm your fan." The beauty was not angry that Mark Qin didn't recognize her. Although she and Mark Qin rose at about the same time, the influence of tennis is far worse than that of football. .

"Looking at what Tony means, you should be very famous, sorry, I'm usually a nerd", Mark Qin also reacted a little bit.

"It's far worse than you", the beauty smiled and sat opposite, "Danish, tennis player"

"Oh, disrespect and disrespect", he got up and poured her a glass of lemonade, and handed it to her.

"Thank you, I came here to see you this time, you don't know how much I like you, ah, I'm a fan, not that kind of like"

"Hmm," Mark Qin nodded in understanding.

Then, blah blah, blah blah... "That's it, do you think I'm lucky today?" The beauty's eyes turned into crescent moons.

To be honest, Ma Keqin felt that this young beauty in the Kai Luolin tennis world could not be said to be very beautiful, but she was very sunny and friendly.

"You don't seem very happy?" Caroline asked, seeing that Mark Qin hadn't spoken for a long time, just drinking alone.

He shook his head, "It doesn't count, haven't you played recently?" He just wanted to find a topic quietly.

"I gave myself a holiday, hee hee", and looked at him again after speaking, "Is it because you tied the game in the last game, and I was in the stands that game", as if remembering something, his face turned red, It's just that the lights are dim, so you can't see it.

Ma Keqin was very irritable, especially with an extra duck beside him.

"Hey, I also lost a lot this year, do you know how I adjust to vent?"

The devil wants to know!

"This is my secret, I don't tell the average person, it's very effective"

"Oh? Huh", -_-||

one hour later……

"Is this your way of venting?" Ma Keqin said speechlessly, looking at the boxing gloves on his fist.

"Come on, come on baby! Shout your dissatisfaction loudly, come and hit me," cried Caroline, who put on a protective suit and supported the baffle with both hands.

"This, really fight?" He was a little off-line, what was the situation, followed her to the boxing gym for no reason.

"Come and hit me, hurry up," the beauty who turned into a Spartan warrior ignored her, staring fiercely.

"Boom", he tried to punch it.

"Didn't you eat? Be more energetic, imagine me as the object of dissatisfaction, and call me hard," she yelled.

"boom bang"

"Are you still a man?"

"Boom boom boom boom"

"My grandfather is stronger than you"

"Ah...", Ma Keqin was a little embarrassed, and punched him with a "bang".

"By the way, that's it." The beauty took a step back and said provocatively, "Who am I?"

"Boom", "You are Real Madrid", another heavy punch.

"What's dissatisfied, come on, come on"

"Ah...", "I'll teach you to be a tortoise, and I'll beat you to death. Do you know how long I've been preparing for this competition?" Mark Qin looked like he was going crazy, and his fists crackled down on him.

Enduring the pain from her forearm, the beauty continued to provoke, "Come on, come on, hit me hit me, I'm a turtle, come on, hit me"

Ding clang clang clang, "Ah..., F**K, who allowed you to use your feet", the beautiful woman who flew out cried miserably.

It was only then that Mark Qin, who was covered in sweat, came to his senses, and hurried over to check whether Caroline, who had been collapsed by the ring, was injured.

"Huh", the two sat on the boxing ring profusely with sweat and looked at each other, "haha", laughing loudly.

"Hey, I said you usually don't vent much," the beauty asked panting.

Ma Keqin wiped his sweat and thought for a while, as if he didn't know how to vent since he worked in his previous life, he was used to patience and to solve problems with his mind.

"Huh, don't say it, it's really cool"

"Of course, we athletes are under so much pressure in the game, it's not good if we can't adjust."

"Thank you for today," Ma Keqin said, looking at her.

She smiled heartily, and the two fisted to signal, "Just think of me as doing something for my idol."

"Shall I treat you to dinner tonight?" Ma Keqin invited.

Caroline shook her head, stood up and said: "I'm going back tomorrow morning, there are still a lot of training and games waiting for me, I probably won't be able to watch your second round at the Bernabeu, if you have time in the future, Come and watch me play."

"Haha, no problem, but you have to popularize tennis knowledge for me first", what a hearty girl...