Green Life

Real Madrid players walked down the aisle dejectedly. They didn't want to experience the disaster of the first half, they just wanted to escape from the stadium quickly, because it was not applause or cheers to see them off, but overwhelming boos.

This is, Bernabeu.

You can think he is arrogant, you can think he is unreasonable, you can think they are not tolerant of the team, but this is Real Madrid, this is the Bernabeu.

Because they are "Royal"-Madrid, its name came from the Spanish king a hundred years ago, it is the best club in the 20th century, it has enough capital and heritage to be proud.

Here, the pride of the club is higher than the players, higher than the coach, higher than everything else, and tonight, the white knights off the court buried this pride.

"The unbelievable first half of the game is finally over," Zhan Jun said with nostalgia, "It was an extremely exciting first half. The Chinese star Mark Qin scored a hat-trick in the first half. Liverpool's visit to the Bernabeu definitely surprised everyone. led by a big score of 4:1..."

Juande entered the locker room early, frowning and pacing back and forth. The result of the first half broke him down. He felt that his days here could be counted down. Seeing the players come back with their heads down one by one, he really wanted to scold them. a meal.

But this is Real Madrid, not the small club he used to stay in. He had to restrain his temper. The idea of ​​five defenders floated up in his mind again, and then was extinguished in an instant.

This is really not a place to stay alone!

"In the second half, Marcelo replaced Gago and played left midfielder, and Sneijder went to the center to play central midfielder." In the end, Juande could only arrange tactics step by step. In the first half, someone had to sacrifice. Gago, who has no sense of presence in the midfield.

Gago took off his sneakers and shin guards silently, without breaking the silence in the locker room. The Pampas eagle, known as the new "Redondo", lost its wings at the Bernabéu.

Calderon ran to the door of the locker room angrily, and wanted to kick open the door of the locker room as soon as he wanted to raise his foot, but he couldn't kick the foot hanging in mid-air, and finally he put it down in vain, sighed, Reluctantly turned around and left, his back was lonely.

This is a game that affects the fate of too many people, especially for Real Madrid, which is currently in a sensitive period of reelection. Maybe in the summer after three months, everything will be new, and everything old will be swept into the trash can , From the chairman to the players, everyone is full of unknowns about the future.

"Tonight, the prince of Anfield is crowned king at the Bernabéu, and the time is forty minutes"

"Real Madrid's rout,

Halftime was beaten, Liverpool shines in Europe"

"Mark, the perfect combination of talent and art, the next Zidane? "

As soon as the first half ended, the mainstream European football media couldn't wait to update the latest news of the game in their online news positions, doing their best to flatter.

They didn't worry at all that Liverpool would be overturned in the second half. Just a joke, just Real Madrid's paper defense. Don't score four more in the second half is a success. Do they think the Bernabéu will be the next Istanbul?

This game is the most exciting of all games. There are topics, stories, stars, and everything. If you don’t report on this game, why don’t you watch Mourinho take the bus again?

The Liverpool generals walked out of the Bernabeu passage with a relaxed expression, talking and laughing, in stark contrast to their seriousness an hour ago.

On the contrary, the confident Real Madrid players before the game all pursed their lips when they walked out of the channel, because they faced a difficult choice in the second half.

Gloriously, or shamefully, to die.

...

They themselves choose glory.

"We saw that Real Madrid chose to make substitutions at the beginning of the second half. Marcelo replaced Gago, who had a mediocre performance in the first half. If this is the case, should Sneijder play in midfield?" Zhan Jun asked.

"It should be," Zhang Lu said, "In the second half, Real Madrid try not to concede more goals, and if they can get one or two back, it will be fine to make the score better. I guess the comeback, hehe, the hope is very slim."

Proenka blew the whistle to start the game again, and the cheering sound of "madrid" sounded from the stands again. This is the Real Madrid fans.

They'll boo you when you're not doing well, then cheer you up when you should be doing well, and after that, you're on fire and ice.

Mark Qin followed the ball as in the first half, and pressed towards Real Madrid's half. He thought that the fans of Real Madrid were really difficult to serve, no wonder it was the best club in the twentieth century.

After Sneijder arrives in the midfield, the advantage is that his body is worse than that of Gago, and he can carry the ball in the face of Premier League defense and collision, not as embarrassing as Gago, but his running ability and range are not as good Gago, in a word, is slow in speed and frequency.

Marcelo and Robben pressed on frequently, and Ramos was unwilling to be lonely. At the beginning of the second half, Real Madrid showed a frantic attack to fight for a comeback.

The ice and snow that was almost blown away by the red gust of wind in the first half has a tendency to condense again. The break of time will always give people a kind of self-comfort in their hearts, and give people a reason to start again.

But, of course, the doomed trajectory will not be changed because of a matchup substitution that does not even change the formation. After the ball entered his own half, Mark Qin still made Sneijder look like Gago in the first half. Again, it's hard to get the ball forward.

"Real Madrid's offense improved in the second half. Marcelo on the left was very active. If you don't look at his defense, his dribbling and offense are indeed very distinctive," Zhan Jun said looking at Real Madrid's offense.

Before he finished speaking, Marcelo received the ball from Diarra near the sideline of the corner of the penalty area, made a feint inward, and then quickly flicked to the outside, dodging a cross in the air After that, he directly crossed with his left foot.

He is not an evolved left-back with an internal organization, and there are not so many things in his mind. For him, this attack is considered a success, but for Real Madrid, it means the end.

How could the two forwards of Real Madrid get the header, but the two central defenders of Liverpool were leaning on the forwards of Real Madrid. It was thrown to Mark Qin who moved to the left center.

Ramos, the master of the water, was desperate, and hurriedly chased back. If Mark Qin had dribbled the ball, he might have caught up with him, but Mark Qin turned his back and unloaded the ball with his right foot. Overhead the ball with the left foot.

"Mark Qin, a direct pass, hit behind Pepe, Torres", Zhan Jun immediately shouted, "Liverpool's counterattack came again", because in the first ten minutes of the second half, the rhythm was really like Real Madrid's attack, and Liverpool counterattacked .

Torres followed the incoming ball and headed straight for the penalty area. Cannavaro quickly moved to the corner of the penalty area, and Pepe was desperately chasing back.

"Torres, Torres, he's going to cross Cannavaro, Pepe, fierce sliding tackle, he puts on Torres, free kick in the corner of the box"

Monk Pepe's emotions are almost out of control. In this game, he and Cannavaro are similar to colanders. Here at the Bernabeu, you can imagine their pressure.

"I tackled the ball, the ball, the ball..." Hearing Proenka's whistle, Pepe got up and rushed to him out of control, shouting at him in Portuguese mixed with Spanish, if it wasn't for the opportunity The quick Cannavaro quickly hugged him from behind, maybe he really wanted to perform a full martial arts.

"Oh, Pepe is a bit out of control, he is yelling at the referee crazily, this is not a wise move, this is a foul, oh, yellow card, stop pestering Pepe, if he is sent off for being irrational, He's really going to be a sinner in this game."

"Hush...", the Bernabéu booed again, this time it should be for the referee, Proenka shrugged, lowered his head and wrote Pepe's number on the yellow card, and then motioned to Mark Qin who came up. Take the free kick.

Most of the free kicks around the penalty area were taken by him, which also symbolized a status.

"Goaaaaaaaaaal..., another, another, I just praised Real Madrid's performance in the second half, I really can't help but praise..." Zhan Jun shouted the goal celebration slogan in English, otherwise it would not be enough to show his excitement.

Skrtel and Torres ran to the sidelines side by side, shoulder to shoulder. Just now Skrtel rubbed the ball from Mark Qin in the front point, and Torres in the small penalty area was lucky to grab the second point. Shaking his head and attacking the goal, he once again broke through Huo Cassie's ten fingers.

"5:1, 5:1, my God, it's the Bernabeu, how many goals does Liverpool have to score, their game is crazy to the extreme", Peterson roared in disbelief.

It depends on how bad Real Madrid's defense is. To be honest, Liverpool's offensive momentum in the second half was much more restrained than in the first half, but they were able to score goals just like that. Real Madrid could blame themselves, who else could they blame.

Some of the Bernabeu fans have already started to leave the field early, and it was just close to 60 minutes, which almost never happened in the Bernabeu game.

Juande and Calderon were completely ashamed. The Real Madrid players stood on the field blankly, some with their hands on their hips, and some stared at the sky speechlessly. There were still 30 minutes until the end.

When will this painful torment end!

One goal reminded them of everything in the first half, yes, everything, that was the fear and wailing of falling into the abyss.

It's almost over, it's almost over, let the Blade of Destiny come to a complete end.

Offensive and defensive, Real Madrid has no choice. Either side is wrong. After the re-kick-off, Ramos angrily knocked down Dirk from behind. When Dirk stood up to confront him, he pushed Give him a hand.

The soft-hearted Proenka just gave a yellow card. After the game was played like this, he was really embarrassed to stab Bai Bai's bloody wound again.

"Calm down, calm down, we've already lost, should we still be ashamed?" Raul hugged Ramos and whispered in his ear.

The mentality of the Real Madrid players has completely collapsed with this goal!

It's just that the blade of fate has not yet arrived, and have they obtained the final relief! , come on, give a happy!

So, happily, it arrived as scheduled, as if the hand of fate pushed the black-haired boy to perform the predestined, destiny.

Zenane pinched the corners of his eyebrows, watching the teenager who had been staring at him get the ball again in front of his own big penalty area, but the score made him a little embarrassed.

Ramos, yellow card, Pepe, yellow card, Diarra, yellow card, Raul, yellow card, how do they defend?

The sword of Damocles on the right side of the restricted area finally fell, and a final one came, ending.

Mark Qin received the ball and swayed left and right, dodging Sneijder's leg that came over to steal the ball, and then moved forward. Sneijder did not choose to foul, because this was Mark Qin's deadly free kick area, and they had arrangements before the game.

It's just that the miserable first half hasn't taught them that here, what he can threaten the goal is not just a free kick.

The area on the right side of the penalty area is destined to witness the master of his era today.

He is like a fish in water here, here, he can soar wantonly, move his right foot flexibly, and a small spike avoids Marcelo's leg stretching, and then the outside of his foot is allocated to Gerrard, who is already on his back, lightly A light tap is a small-scale cooperation.

"Mark, he's behind the top of the arc in the penalty area again." Peterson's voice was also looking forward to it, just like McManaman said, every time he came here, he would burst into murderous intent.

Torres pulled inward, allowing Pepe and Cannavaro to complete a defensive switch, but this switch was a bit of a joke in the eyes of Mark Qin, because the retreat gave him enough legroom.

The calf swings quickly, and the left foot flies up in an arc like fate, just like kicking a free kick, bypassing the defender's head and flying to the far end.

The crowd was so dense that Casillas didn't see him swinging his legs at all. When he saw the ball flying over from the dense crowd, it was too late to make any moves.

He just kept the remedial posture, but didn't kick out, just looked at the ball like fate, bypassing the defender, bypassing him, the speed of the ball is not too fast, but the rotation is very fast.

His eyes were fixed on the ball until it brushed the post and hit the side netting inside the goal, and then it all went, the end!

He closed his eyes in pain, and even felt that the eye sockets were a little moist. The whiteness of the entire stadium was not quiet, but dead silence. It was a sadness that was greater than death.

The battle song of the horn will never sound again, and the prelude to sinking is almost coming to an end.

Here, it's his, the zone of death, the third of the seven weapons, the zone of death!

"Goaaaaaaaaaal..., GoalGoalGoal, Mark, scored four goals alone, there is the Bernabeu, Bernabeu...", there is no suspense in the game, Peterson's passion is only for the black-haired boy, and his skills are surpassed time and time again. almost imagined.

You can only see a red corner in the stands, but you can already see your hands raised high, bowing in worship. If you go to a bar in Liverpool, your eyes are full of arms rising into the air and then bowing down.

Among the fans of Real Madrid, there was sporadic applause first, then a piece of applause, and finally the entire stand, the entire stadium, the applause was overwhelming!

This made the smiling Mark Qin ring out at Old Trafford, making the opponent applaud, so comfortable.

It's just not enough, "Buy him, buy him, buy him!", the shouts of 80,000 people in the stadium were breathtaking, and at the same time stunned.

There are more than a dozen players of their team and the coaching staff below, and the chairman who is about to step down is sitting in the chairman's box. Then, the whole audience shouted in unison to buy a player from the visiting team.

Oh, what kind of feelings is this, and what kind of humiliation it is to those who are now dressed in white!

Sammy Lee immediately realized that it was not good, and quickly changed the three of them, Torres, Mark Qin, Gerrard, and the front trident went off together!

This game is, really, over...