Green Life

"Woo", the March spring breeze above the Bernabéu actually brought a spring chill, which made people shiver, and what was colder than the weather was the hearts of the 80,000 white Bernabéu fans, shivering with cold!

What is this for, what are you guys doing!

After another three minutes, they saw the red-clothed players flying on the field again, but this time they changed into their red-clothed captain. Running wildly on the grass at the Bernabéu.

Oh my god!

They wailed inwardly, most of them held their heads in disbelief, and their eyes were filled with indescribable pain.

Calderon sat in the chairman's private room, his face turned from black to white, and became bloodless. This..., he didn't dare to think about it anymore, this was simply the death knell for his resignation.

After buying so many players, you made the team look like this? , Waste, simply a bunch of waste.

Juande has just taken office for more than a dozen games, and he doesn't know who he is scolding in his heart. Perhaps as long as it is a coach who can't win well, he is the object of his condemnation.

"2:0, if there is no accident, Liverpool has entered the top 8 of the Champions League with one foot. It is only 7 minutes. This is probably a result that no one expected before the game." Zhan Jun sighed and said, "The unstoppable Mark Qin, The prince of the Red Army, Maxine, is putting on a great show at the Bernabeu"

"This one shot and one pass is a stroke of genius," Zhang Lu said with a smile, "Real Madrid's defense, let him play like this, I guess the score is unstoppable, everyone knows that Liverpool's midfielder is good, Real Madrid pressed out and did too little to restrict Mark Qin"

It's not that there are fewer restrictions, but that with the current staffing and capabilities of the Real Madrid midfielder, it is difficult to achieve a balance between offense and defense. Now Raul often retreats to assist the midfield defense. Raul and Gago are two people, and the defense is fundamental. Can't see.

Unless Raul is not allowed to play, and another midfielder is replaced, but Juande does not have the courage, his qualifications are not enough, and the backstage is not strong enough.

Mourinho's toughness at Real Madrid was due to many factors, including Lafayette's support. At that time, Real Madrid's number one star was his direct descendant, and Mendes' backstage power allowed him to raise the butcher's knife.

Proenka blew the whistle for the restart, as always.

In the valley of the white snow-capped mountains and the green grass, there is a red flame rising slowly, and a red wave is overwhelming the sky.

There is a red color,

It's called Liverpool.

It is melting the peaks and valleys of snowy mountains, it is conquering the noble greenery, and its current core is black.

Real Madrid's attack lost its formula as they were cut and suffocated by Liverpool's hard press on the center circle.

Even if they pass a few good kicks with their personal skills, the white players who catch the ball will be quickly flanked by Liverpool players, and then there will be fierce collisions and steals.

If it wasn't for Proenka's two fouls that Liverpool would never call in the Premier League, the Real Madrid fans in the stands even doubted whether we could have scored halftime.

This is really a desperate red flame.

"Hush...", they felt extremely uncomfortable with the burning red flames, and had to use even louder boos to eliminate or vent this shuddering fear.

Unless it is a wealthy opponent, Real Madrid fans generally disdain to boo the visiting team, and sometimes even applaud their wonderful performances.

That is superiority, it is aloof and aloof, it is aristocratic, but today, they feel panic and loss.

This is a game that they have no grasp and control at all, at home, at the Bernabeu.

Their home team, Real Madrid, fell behind by two goals and then stumbled before they finally got the ball upfield, even though the players obviously stepped up their running and fighting because they didn't want to be slaughtered at the Bernabeu either.

However, this is really not Real Madrid.

If the success is not achieved, the defense will not be successful. Real Madrid in this period is not even as good as the late period of the superstars. At that time, they still had a gorgeous offense.

But today, the gorgeousness is not destined to belong to them, but the black-haired boy who is destined to come to the world like a superstar with talent.

He has broken away from the childishness of two years ago, and has become outstanding and frightening.

Ramos was finally able to insert an assist, press the bottom line and pass the ball back to Robben in the corner of the penalty area. Robben started his signature cut inside, and then rubbed the far corner.

Too reluctantly, Agger and Mascherano were guarding against his hand, the ball circled an arc with difficulty, and flew towards the goal. Reina punched out with both fists to be safe, and Skrtel made a header relay. Pushing the ball out of the box is no threat.

But that's only for Liverpool's goal, and the road to hell on the other side will open.

The Real Madrid fans in the stands saw the black-haired boy, who was dazzling today, stop the ball with his chest before Gago outside the penalty area, and then they saw Gago rushing forward recklessly, as if he was going to break his ball.

But looking at all the games of Mark Qin's debut career, there are very few times when he can steal the ball from him. This young man seems to have a natural alertness to danger.

"My oh my, my God", Peterson held his head in his hands, in disbelief, wondering what kind of performance he saw.

He knocked the heel of his right foot to the lower part of the ball that hadn't landed yet, and the ball flew up like a rainbow, flying over the head of the flying Gago.

He quickly turned around, waved his hand and deflected the pull that Gago was trying to pull, padded his chest, and strode forward, the ball never landed.

The thigh bounced the ball, once, the ball was bounced with the front of the foot, twice, and then another bounce, changing direction, the ball flew over a person's head again, it was the one who jumped up and looked up at the sky, Diarra.

"Hiss..." The 80,000 people in the stands gasped. The interception by the entire Real Madrid midfielder allowed him to maneuver and break through in the air.

"Oh, my god", McManaman put his hands on his face, unbelievable, but he lacked words.

Calderon and Juande's blood pressure soared again, their hearts were beating rapidly, their throats were thirsty, their voices were hoarse, and they had an urge to go to the toilet.

It's a play, or a naked, gorgeous one!

The ball received the strength of his left foot, quickly lifted into the air, and went straight to the right. Torres shot out like a sharp red arrow.

The black-haired boy didn't stop, but moved forward at a faster speed.

"Good opportunity, Liverpool's frontcourt has formed a three-on-three, will it be another goal?" Zhan Jun shouted, shocked by the performance just now, he realized that he was in the commentary booth.

This is the Bernabéu. His skill just now will be watched by thousands of people. It is better than strolling in the garden, singing with emotion, that kind of chic and unrivaled. He seems to have seen the peak, Zidane.

With a "huh", Zidane stood up in the stands, his eyes burst into a greedy brilliance, and now he even forgot about Real Madrid, forgot about the score.

The faster monk Pepe replaced Cannavaro to block Torres who was trying to cut into the penalty area from the right, and they completed a switch.

This was the right choice. Cannavaro would just let Torres pass by. Casillas became nervous again. He looked at Torres and at the other two red figures running quickly behind him.

"Torres, he was approaching the penalty area line, he chose to cut inside, Pepe was ready to block, Torres, he took a step, is he going to take a long shot?"

No, a red figure passed behind him quickly, and went straight into the right rib of the penalty area, and Torres also spotted this figure from the corner of his eye.

Then with his left foot, he smashed the ball and passed it diagonally to the penalty area.

The ball rolled between Cannavaro and the returning Pepe, and went straight to the black-haired boy, half-single!

"Mark Qin, Max Qin, he can face Casillas directly again"

"Mark...", Peterson could only roar, this round of offense was so gorgeous that he couldn't organize the words to describe it!

Cannavaro is still struggling to chase the ball, even if there is no hope, Casillas has already run outside the small penalty area, trying to block it, and the panic of "Oh" and hissing cold air in the stands, But none of these can stop Mark Qin, who entered the penalty area.

There was no adjustment at all, following the ball pushed by Torres, his right foot shoveled lightly at the bottom of the ball, all that was in vain was Cannavaro's legs slipping past, and Cassie's kneeling and outstretched right hand.

The ball went as promised, flew up lightly, then fell lightly, and fell into the four wide open empty doors, inside!

He didn't even look at the result, because he had absolute confidence, the moment the ball flew, he turned around and opened his arms, went comfortably to the Bernabeu, and flew.

That is the mysterious night sky, that is the white clouds, that is a story that has just begun.

"Oh, my, my, my", Peterson and McManaman hugged their heads together this time, only sighing, the Bernabéu was as silent as death, only countless reds were chasing.

"Mark Qin..., a gorgeous shot, and the right side of the penalty area, he is an absolute killer here, the killer in the middle!, 3:0", Zhan Jun has been completely unbearable by the dazzling madness, this is An incomparable treat.

"My God, Amen!", Peterson made a cross on his chest, "This is really incomparable, a wonderful performance, what a Goaaaaaaaaaaaaal...", the crazy screams still came as expected, because he lit There are hundreds of pubs in Liverpool.

The red color on the Bernabéu stand was finally revealed. Although the area was very small, they were frantically about to burst out of the sky.

What an attack, what a goal!

All the Real Madrid players put their heads in their hands and sat down on the grass, disappointed, desperate, and heartbroken. They will never have any more chances!

Even the stars in the sky were eclipsed.

This is what should belong to me, football, the flying Ma Keqin was surrounded by his teammates, "Ah...", "You are today's God!", "I will be your fan from now on", the teammates couldn't bear it The excitement of living came from all directions.

Both the bench and the coaching staff joined the celebration on the sidelines. This was Liverpool's most magnificent performance at the Bernabeu. Amidst the blood and passion, it was accompanied by a cadenza today.

"Did you see it, did you see it, this is my brother!", in a Liverpool college, the boys and girls gathered in an indoor basketball court to watch the live broadcast, completely fell into madness, Ai Ming is like a middle school two The girl, pulling Jenny, pulling anyone around her, kept screaming.

I don't know who I can't help kissing, and the cheeks of the shy boy are flushed, which is really overflowing with youth.

Isabella watched the TV with a smile on the corner of her mouth. This is my boyfriend, Caroline, who jumped up in front of the TV. Too many people were conquered by this shocking work.

Any performance raised to a gorgeous height is art. In this great hall of the Bernabéu, there is never a lack of art, and art has been staged by many people.

Zidane's King's Crown is still warm, and Ronaldinho's Elven Dance is indistinct, but today, only the Red Army Prince Mark Qin's is peerless...