Green Life

"Mark, Mark, let me call this name again, Mark", Peterson yelled frantically, "Liverpool, at 3 minutes and 24 seconds into the game, Mark suddenly inserted into the penalty area, shot a burst and scored, Real Madrid's advantage vanished in an instant"

"Oh, oh, what a lightning strike," McManaman clapped and said in the commentary booth, "This is Mark's strength. Today, Real Madrid didn't field five defenders, but they were shot consecutively at the beginning of the game, and they were fragmented. What should it be?" Shouldn't Juand be condemned?"

Being able to read Spanish newspapers, he knew the reaction of the Madrid media after the first round. From the perspective of the commentator, he hoped that the two teams would play a wonderful attack, but as a professional football commentator, he felt that Juand’s choice might not be right. wrong.

In the past few years, Real Madrid's defense has been a disaster. The main problem is that their defensive system has not been re-established after Hierro retired.

Offense can be played by individuals, but defense must rely on the system and help to improve the defense. Otherwise, compressing the space and stacking people is also a realistic choice.

On the entire white stadium, only the red players cheered. Mark Qin ran to the sidelines to hug Valle after celebrating, and then returned to his own half.

The Spanish TV station explaining the game was a little silent and depressed for a while. They also hoped that Real Madrid could knock out Liverpool at the Bernabeu in a dignified way. Unexpectedly, it was Liverpool who made the first move.

After returning to the backcourt, Ma Keqin opened his arms and waved forward, yelling left and right. He meant to let his teammates press on, press on!

Real Madrid will definitely want to level as soon as possible, there will be a lot of space behind them, Sammy Lee and Hugh McAore gave him a lot of tactical discretion, especially when attacking.

"Hush...", this time the boos really rushed towards Mark Qin, because his actions were a kind of provocation and contempt for the Bernabeu.

This is the Bernabéu, how dare you unscrupulously invite your teammates to attack?

"Oh, we can see that Ma Keqin is full of confidence now," Zhan Jun said looking at the screen, "He called his teammates to play against Real Madrid, he is really daring."

"That's right," Zhang Lu said with a smile, "Real Madrid's defense today is amazing. Ma Keqin obviously means that I'm not afraid of you scoring me goals. As long as I score more goals than you, I win."

Proenka blew the whistle to start the game again. This time Real Madrid kicked off. Juand anxiously shouted loudly on the sidelines for the Real Madrid players to step up their running. He only had one way left in Huashan.

This is not the game situation he wanted,

But now they have to play like this, and the defense is more fragile than expected.

Raul struggled to respond left and right, trying to do a good job as a midfielder, because Gago in the center is really not good. Under the suppression of the Liverpool midfielder, it is even difficult for him to push forward. Between the two lines in the center of Real Madrid, there is a gap with a huge void.

Sneijder played as a left midfielder in Real Madrid. He had a long-range shot in front of the penalty area, but his speed was really unsatisfactory. As soon as he caught the ball and wanted to cut inside, he was pasted by top defense Cahill. Can only choose to pass back again, Liverpool presses harder and harder.

The red players yelled at each other to help defend and protect, just like a battle of positions between two armies. If you give up a piece of land, I will plant my flag here.

"Gago, he was so entangled by Mark that he couldn't handle the ball, so he had to hand it over to Diarra at the back. Liverpool's defense is really oppressive. It's hard to imagine this is the Bernabéu." Zhan Jun watched Real Madrid's attack every step of the way Stepping back, he sighed sincerely.

Ma Keqin gave up on Gago and pointed backwards. Naturally, his teammates behind him would respond to him. He quickly followed the ball like Diarra to press past, and Torres came back to close the goal.

From the perspective of the sky above the stadium or the commentary booth, Liverpool's overall formation is like a carefully laid out chessboard, which moves as a whole as the ball moves.

The ball reluctantly returned to the back line, Pepe's feet, and Dirk Dirk slammed it up wildly. This is Premier League football. Zidane had a clear view of the loss of Real Madrid's midfielder from the stands.

This time he really wants to see the dazzling midfield supernova, at the Bernabéu.

He doesn't want this result, he likes Mark Qin, but why must his brilliant footnote be Real Madrid?

The fans in the stands didn't expect that the team's offense couldn't beat halftime at all, and they were speechless for a while, unbelievable.

Ramos quickly kicked the ball and drove the ball to the frontcourt along the wing, hoping that Robben's speed could catch up with the ball.

Every time the ball gets more points in the backcourt, they are more dangerous. In the locker room before the game, when Juande had no choice but to arrange offensive tactics, he was still complacent.

In the first round of the game, he didn't want to play again. Like Barcelona's Pique, he wore the skin of a defender, but he had the heart of a forward.

"Real Madrid's offense didn't start, Robben, he was fighting for speed with Enrique, Enrique leaned on him, Agger, Agger came out, Liverpool broke the ball with a defense"

Too simple advancement did not put any pressure on Liverpool's overall defense at all.

Agger got the ball and immediately pushed it to Mascherano, and then the ball was passed to Alonso in the middle circle. Liverpool immediately went into the attack, so fast, there was no cross at all.

It's all direct, direct, direct!

The Real Madrid midfielder opened up, and there were gaps everywhere.

Enrique and Robben, who were chasing back, had not had time to come back, Mark Qin automatically ran to Enrique's position, and Alonso pushed the ball straight to the front of the penalty area.

Three feet, only three feet, Liverpool hit the ball to the edge of Real Madrid's penalty area.

This is really the Real Madrid I want to come to, really, alas, he sighed inwardly, and threw the thought away in an instant.

Dirk Didier didn't take the ball, so he passed it back to Mark Qin on the wing, and turned back to insert into the penalty area.

Mark Qin is unguarded on the left!

Real Madrid's transition gaps in the middle are more like holes in avant-garde jeans, leaking air.

Gago turned his head to look at the middle, hesitated for a moment, and ran over quickly. It was a natural job for the back to defend the side. Alonso in the middle could only be handed over to Diarra.

"Stop him, stop him", Mark Qin was on the sidelines of the coaching area, and Juand ran over gesticulating, wishing to drag him out of the field himself.

In such a blank area, letting the opponent's midfield core take the ball unscrupulously is simply courting death.

"Shh...", the overwhelming voice sounded again. Mark Qin's goal and call for his teammates to attack successfully angered the Real Madrid fans and became their primary target of attack.

This kind of Real Madrid is really good!

When Ma Keqin caught the ball, he thought in his heart that it was special and felt when he played.

He looked up and took a quick glance. The three players in the frontcourt had already turned around and inserted into the penalty area. After two seasons of cooperation, they knew that Mark Qin's pass would come at any time.

They never surprise, they only surprise their opponents.

Ma Keqin knocked the ball forward and took advantage of the opportunity to swing his left foot. In the area of ​​about 40 meters from the side, the Real Madrid back line in the area of ​​​​the penalty area gave him too many choices.

Liverpool's offense was fast, and the fast Real Madrid didn't have time to reorganize their defense. Less than a few seconds after they conceded the ball, the ball reached their danger zone.

"Stop him, stop him, damn it"

The inner instep of his left foot shoveled hard at the middle and lower part of the ball, and then continued to push forward. The gap between Casillas and the two central defenders, in his opinion, the big one can run.

"Ramos, Ramos", the moment he saw Mark Qin swinging his legs, Juand's scalp exploded, and he shouted loudly to Ramos to let him give up Dirk Kuyt and come to defend.

But no matter how fast he moved, he was still not as fast as the ball. With a "swoosh", the ball flew straight up, broke into the penalty area from the sideline of the penalty area, and circled a big arc.

Casillas quickly moved back to the middle, and the two central defenders also turned back and ran.

But the ball went straight to the front point first, and it had already landed on the chest, but it quickly bypassed Pepe and Torres, because it was not a pass for him at all.

Gerrard quickly inserted into the penalty area from the middle of Cannavaro and Heinze.

Turning around, Casillas was already a little frightened, because Gerrard, who was galloping up, was overtaking the two defenders.

It was a rapid spin, straight to the back point, and then fell to the level of the knee, Gerrard stretched his legs directly, raised his arch, and shot directly in the air with one foot!

"Mark, he got the ball, crossed it, went straight to the post, Gerrard, Gerrard", Peterson's voice became cheerful again, like a jumping ball.

Cannavaro really couldn't catch up, so he could only watch helplessly as the ball flew past the feet of his slider, at least half a meter away, powerless.

Heinze is still behind Gerrard, unless he directly fouls, otherwise it is impossible to have any impact on Gerrard, their defense line, it will be penetrated immediately!

The rotation of the ball was very powerful and fast, and it hit the arch of Gerrard's foot firmly. He tightened his ankle and directly pushed the ball towards the goal.

Casillas made a flying save, but it was doomed to be in vain. After rebounding from the volley, the ball was so fast that it was directly sent into the upper right corner of the goal by the captain of the Red Army!

His hands were still a meter away, and he raised them in vain.

Since the establishment of the first phase of the Galaxy Battleship, San Cassie has become the saddest place for Real Madrid.

Their defense relied on his repeated saves against the sky to stop the bleeding, but he was only Saint Cassie, not God Cassie.

How can he mend this line of defense that is riddled with holes?

"Goaaaaaaaaaaaal..., Gerrard, Gerrard, Liverpool scored another goal, my God, Liverpool are going crazy, this is the seventh minute of the game!" Peterson yelled frantically.

"It's Mark again, a very tricky cross, bypassing the front point, and also bypassing Casillas, and Gerrard in the back point made it overnight, my God"

"MY GOD", the Spanish commentators collectively lost their voices. In this case, Real Madrid must score three goals and ensure that they are no longer scored by Liverpool in order to eliminate Liverpool.

But these seven minutes of defense made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Boom..., I knew it, I knew it", the fans who couldn't come to Madrid and gathered in the Liverpool bar to watch the football instantly boiled and said incoherently.

Countless pairs of arms pointed to the sky, only cheering for the red team members running wildly on the TV screen.

Gerrard excitedly lifted up his shirt and put it on his head. If he took it off, he would get a yellow card. He wasn't so reckless.

But his excitement can no longer be restrained. Here is the Bernabeu. This season he has exploded completely. The absence of teammates and responsibilities have inspired his greatest potential.

His league scorer list has been equal to Ronaldo, only behind Anelka, and he has just scored the fourth goal in the Champions League. He is tied with Mark Qin for the top scorer list in the UEFA Champions League.

"My God", Zhan Jun also joined the ranks of incredible, "Real Madrid seems vulnerable?"

He didn't seem to dare to imagine such a result, Zhang Lu also shook his head and said that he couldn't think of it, he couldn't think of it.

"F**k, Calderon, this is your fucking offense, f**k, Madrid media, this is your fucking offense, f**k"

Juande was very angry on the sidelines. No one knew better about the paper defense than him, but no one listened to him!

Hell, why did I come to such a ghost place!

That red-clothed black-haired man who ran wantonly was a devil in his eyes. He not only wanted to trample on the Bernabéu, but also sent all of us to hell!

Yes, hell, he seems to have lifted a corner of this rout, revealing deep, fearful...