Green Life

Zhang Lu shook his head with a smile, "Real Madrid is really beaten up. The defense is really unwatchable. It's passable when you pick it up, and it's missed when you pick it up. The midfielder area is useless, and the two central defenders are not reliable. "

Zhan Jun recovered from the passion just now, and smiled and glanced at Director Zhang next to him. He was still an old monster with deep knowledge and knowledge, so he could take such a beautiful goal calmly.

"You're right, the midfielder Gago and Diarra made Mark Qin's life too easy, and the entire defense line was pierced at once. Mark Qin's performance reminded me of Zida in the 2006 World Cup. Inwardly, there was a similar half-time performance against five-star Brazil."

"Hey," Zhang Lu said with a smile, "Zidane is in the stands, I think he will feel something, Mark Qin is really amazing now, the limelight has overshadowed Cesc Fabregas"

"That is to say, Liverpool's performance this season is mediocre from the perspective of the giants. Manchester United has been suppressing Chelsea in the league. Otherwise, with Ronaldo's performance this season, Mark Qin can still compete with him."

"Well, Cristiano Ronaldo is not as popular as last year, but they have a golden ball and a golden boy. They are really two great scenes in the Premier League."

"Look at Liverpool's results in the Champions League this season and see if they can make a breakthrough," Zhan Jun finally said.

On the Bernabéu field, apart from the celebrations of Ma Keqin and his teammates, there were basically no other sounds. This 80,000-person stadium is now a bit pitifully quiet.

The Real Madrid fans didn't boo the goal anymore, because it was so beautiful. Although they lost, their arrogance was still there, and they would not do that kind of self-degrading thing.

"This is definitely one of the greatest performances I've seen on a football field," Peterson said to McManaman. "It's definitely the greatest luck for the England national team to have him here."

McManaman nodded, "I'm already looking forward to next year's World Cup."

Both of them calmed down from the excitement, but they were still very comfortable, just like drinking a glass of peerless wine, only the aftertaste remained, and there was no need to use too many words to express it.

Fans all over the world watched Raul standing up first on the TV screen, pulling up his teammates one by one, encouraging them, motivating them, and watching the red walk back to the half after celebrating.

It was just over 20 minutes, 3:0, which can already be called a defeat. Many neutral fans even began to worry about Real Madrid. There are 60 minutes left, how will they spend it.

Juande Ramos stroked his half-white hair vigorously, waving one hand unconsciously,

It seemed that he was conveying something to the field, but in fact, he didn't know what to say.

But now, he has to say something. The scene is out of control. His prestige in the locker room can only be described as pitiful. There are very few coaches who can convince Real Madrid players.

What's more, he is just a coach who arranges troops, is not in charge of transfers, and has no right to make competitive decisions.

He knew that after this game, the process and result would blow through the entire European football world like a hurricane. At that time, the glory belonged to Liverpool and Mark Qin, and he and his team would be burned into the pillar of shame up, so he had to do something.

He even considered replacing a striker and restoring five backs, but he really didn't dare, that way the Real Madrid fans would tear him apart, because that was naked bowing, bowing, and surrendering.

They would rather die an honorable death than live a meager life.

Ramos no longer had the arrogance of the first round. This is the attack he wanted, the attack of soldiers and chariots, the result is still the same, only Liverpool is attacking, and they can't attack.

He sighed dejectedly, and returned to the position of the back line, his eyes were full of bewilderment, and there was a trace of depression in his heart, as well as anger, Real Madrid shouldn't be like this.

Proenka once again blew the whistle for the restart of the game, and he thought with some evil in his heart, is it my job to blow the start whistle for this game?

Red, as always, is such a good word.

In just over twenty minutes, their passionate blood and burning excitement are far from exhausted. Real Madrid's offensive organization is still extremely difficult.

Except for Sneijder's occasional long pass and Robben's dribbling inside, they didn't have any other offensive means. Raul, who retreated to the midfielder, was far from his aura in the penalty area.

They were still in shock, and even felt that more than 80,000 pairs of eyes in the stands were scorching them like raging fire, so they became more flustered and lost.

Big feet, unintentional clearances, bad passes...

Then came the overwhelming boos, don't you even know how to kick the ball? What a bunch of shit in white jerseys, the whiteness you've defiled!

They couldn't think of a better way to deal with Liverpool's press and offense other than clearing the siege. When the ball flew in the sky or rolled out of bounds, they could still breathe.

Raul retreated deeply, and even knocked down Ma Keqin twice from behind without any hope of getting the ball. He didn't say much about this young man he had always admired. This is the Bernabéu, and he needs to guard it and guardian.

"Doo", when Raul tripped Mark Qin for the third time, Proenka finally took out the yellow card, showing the helplessness and loneliness of the Bernabéu. Even our prince Raul will act as a midfielder and go Tired of doing the dirty work.

He is not a captain who uses too many words on the field, but relies more on his own actions to drive his teammates and tell them that this is the Bernabéu.

He doesn't blame anyone, but he can only blame Florentino who changed Real Madrid's path, or himself who is no longer in the right place. If it wasn't for this love, he didn't need to persist here.

"Attack, attack," Casillas, who confiscated Torres' shot, stood up and roared, and threw the ball to Higuain, who was pulling the side of the midfielder.

They have no choice, even if they know that they may lose more balls by pressing out, they have to do so, otherwise, they are just waiting to die.

The Real Madrid player shouted like a peacock spreading its tail, and pressed it out, and then stopped before running five meters, turned around and returned to defense, damn it!

Higuain chose to make a pass on the wing, and then Cahill carried him and bought time for Mascherano, who was filling in behind. It was too easy to steal the ball. Liverpool's three-back system, after more than half a half The beating of the season has matured day by day.

"Javier Mascherano stole the ball and gave it to Alonso. Alonso made a long pass. Gerrard got the ball from the side. It was too fast. It was a counterattack." Zhan Jun explained, "Higuain It shouldn't be so easy to lose the ball, Real Madrid is under too much pressure during this time."

This time it was Gerrard, who chose to make a pass on the side, because Real Madrid's back line had just come out, he kicked the ball a few meters away, and then rushed like a heavy truck.

"Heinze, he is fighting for speed with Gerrard. The two of them are pulling each other. Gerrard's physical fitness is too good. He has excellent confrontation and plenty of energy. He should be the best B2B player in world football."

Gerrard was the first to catch up with the ball before Heinze. At this time, he had already reached the outside of the penalty area. He did not make any further moves, but kicked the ball directly.

"Gerrard, the low pass, Torres is on the ball, Pepe, Pepe did it, he hit the ball first, Torres almost scored again with a tackle"

But Monk Pepe is already panicking now, and he is still frizzy in the central defender position after coming from Portugal.

The ball in the penalty area means danger. Before the shaky figure stabilized, and there was no safe kick out of the baseline, he chose the most awkward turn around to clear the siege.

The ball was kicked and flew up wobbly, before flying very far, it wobbled and landed unwillingly on the right side of the top of the arc in the penalty area.

Diarra, who was on his back, was trying to avoid Pepe's big feet, but when he turned around, he saw the black-haired boy who had embarrassed him many times this season and was helpless.

He came forward with great strides, facing the falling ball, directly bent his bow and set an arrow, and swung his thighs. Diarra felt dazed and a kind of fear growing in his heart.

"Boom"

"Mark, Mark, volley...", Peterson could only yell out this voice urgently.

His right foot was firmly stuck in the middle of the ball. He didn't lift the top of his foot upwards, but pressed down instead. The ball flew close to the ground with a whistling sound and returned to the penalty area.

Before Casillas had just stood up to make any moves, the ball slammed into the goal from the lower corner of the near corner. Casillas spread his legs wide and fell on his back.

He didn't want to see this ball again, even once!

"Goaaaaaaaaaaaal..., hat-trick, hat-trick, Mark became another guest player who scored a hat-trick at the Bernabeu, he made history!" Peterson was almost crazy.

4:0, 4:0, this is a massacre, no English team has done it at the Bernabeu, Liverpool has done it, Mark Qin has done it!

The extra celebration was meaningless. The entire stadium was silent, which was in stark contrast to the madness outside the stadium and in the live broadcast.

Mark Qin just smiled and pointed to the sky, and slowly walked back to welcome the celebration and hugs from his teammates. At this moment, Liverpool's wild passion has finally been expressed.

The game has been almost forty minutes, but the whole game can be declared over, and the rest is garbage time. Real Madrid will bid farewell to the quarter-finals of the Champions League again for the fifth consecutive year.

"My God," Zhan Jun said incredulously, "In less than 40 minutes, Ma Keqin scored a hat-trick at the Bernabeu. Today, this game is completely his own. The right side of the penalty area is simply his fatal area."

Juande and Calderon were ashamed. This was Real Madrid's most miserable half in recent years, none of them.

Only Raul, he held the ball, this time from his own goal, "raise his head", he shouted with red eyes, it is rare to see him so angry.

But if he doesn't stand up, should he face a table tennis score after the game?

Proenka playfully blew the whistle to restart the game again...

Liverpool, which led by a big score, finally showed some relaxation. They pressed and attacked the entire half, and after a big lead, they uncontrollably relaxed a little.

"Sneijder, a long diagonal pass with a big foot", Zhan Jun explained Real Madrid's rare attack at last, "Find another Robben from the wing"

"The pass is quite accurate. He has such a long pass. I don't know what Juande thinks. Sneijder's passing and running are actually better in the middle. He has no speed and is not effective on the wing. Big", Zhang Lu also casually analyzed Real Madrid's formation.

"Roben dribbled the ball, gave it to Higuain, one-two, Robben, Robben, he cut into the penalty area, and this quick one-two finally let him get rid of Enrique," Zhan Jun said, " Agger came up, Robben crossed the penalty area, Higuain, oops, Reina pounced."

"There is Raul here, Raul, hey, the goal is scored, it's not easy."

Raul, who came in from the back, leaned against Mascherano who was returning to the defense, and with an irregular sweep of the ball on the ground, or with his bad right foot, he stumbled and swept the ball saved by Reina into the goal.

The Real Madrid player who scored the goal did not celebrate. Raul got up quickly, ran to the goal and hugged the ball, turned around and ran back to the middle circle, and placed it on the kick-off point.

1:4, this is a score that makes him feel extremely miserable. Although he knows that the hope is very slim, but he is the captain, he can't be depressed, and he can't give up.

But it was useless for him to swing the ball, because Proenka blew the whistle again, and it was the end of the first half...