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The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! "goaaaaaaaaal..., can you imagine? Can you? Mark ended the game in this way, he finished at Camp Nou This is the best goal in the Champions League this season, no one, and Mark will also be the top scorer in the Champions League! Absolutely”

"Can you guess it? Can you? Just six years ago, Liverpool's Kirkby and Marko picked up a superstar for nothing, and Liverpool ushered in their new generation of kings!"

"Phew, Camp Nou, I found that I love it to death, because of its greatness, witnessing even greater greatness!"

After being silent for a long time, his voice finally calmed down, and Peterson, whose face was flushed from holding back, finally shouted unscrupulously. No one is more qualified to say these words than him.

Because he has witnessed the rapid rise of this young man step by step from the moment Mark Qin came on the stage. He conquered Old Trafford, the Bernabeu, and now, he is conquering the Nou Camp.

God, he's more alien than alien and he can score from anywhere on the pitch.

If the game wasn't over yet, all the Liverpool coaches and players would have to run onto the field, put their arms around Mark Qin and give him a few kisses, and now only the players on the field were shouting wantonly around him in the middle circle.

Mark Qin opened his arms, just where he shot, looking up at the sky, like the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, looking at the Nou Camp, looking at the 100,000 spectators.

Satisfy and enjoy.

There is no more perfect result than this. He used one of his best ways to kill the game and all the hopes of the 100,000 people in the audience.

This has nothing to do with hatred, it's just the winners and losers brought about by competitive sports. Maybe one day he will transfer to stand in the loser's position, but, not today!

Today, he is the king here, the master here!

"My God, for Liverpool, Mark is Jesus Christ, look at him enjoying it, yes, he is enjoying it, under the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, he is enjoying it..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

"Hush...", "Shh...", "Shh...", overwhelming.

"Oh...", the Liverpool players didn't care so much, and Dirk Dirk and Gerrard directly raised his legs to resist him, imagine how excited they were!

So, he was resisted like this, with a face of enjoyment, and opened his arms.

Overlook the audience.

Today, my king is here, and the rest are retreating...

Platini sat down dejectedly. There are still ten minutes left. Barcelona must score three goals. This is already an impossible task. Should they be sentenced to three penalties in a row?

He shook his head with a frustrated look on his face. Could it be that no one can change the dominance of the Premier League? Last year it was Manchester United vs Chelsea, today it is Chelsea vs Liverpool.

Damn the Premier League, it seems that the Financial Fair Play Act must be promoted as soon as possible, otherwise, what is the point of the existence of the Champions League if this continues? , Everyone go to watch the Premier League.

Valdez sat on the grass slumped, behind him was the ball that jumped out of the gate, just fell behind him quietly, as if he was laughing at him with his mouth wide open. He had seen horses countless times before the game. How did Keqin's shot come to an end, I forgot it.

How many people died under his damn lobs, Van der Sar, Casillas, now it's his turn, knowing that he likes lobs, why did they attack!

Regret was like a poisonous snake, biting his heart.

Guardiola sat back on the coach's bench, holding his head in his hands, wondering what he was thinking about. Losing, there is no hope, but he was relieved to lose to Mark Qin, which at least proved that he was right.

The board of directors who refused to increase the price at the beginning and thought that Mark Qin was not worth so much money, how do you feel now, the retribution came so quickly, even if you took a loan of 100 million, you would have earned it back by now, right?

Now, we lost the Champions League.

Not only that, you also lost the dynasty of six crowns this year, but he didn't know it.

Florentino's eyes lit up in front of the TV, and Zidane was sitting next to him, "This is the Mark you never forget? It's really amazing, especially at such a young age."

Zidane smiled slightly, "He can be trained as the core midfielder of Real Madrid for more than ten years in the future, and looking at him now, he cooperates very well with Alonso."

Florentino nodded, "Alonso is also good. We are Spaniards. We want to introduce superstars, but we also need to be localized. This is the foundation of Real Madrid."

Zidane is not surprised. It is inevitable that Florentino will return in the summer, and the team will inevitably face cleaning in the summer. This is also inevitable.

"Do we want to make an offer that summer? I can go talk to him first."

Florentino frowned and shook his head, "It's not summer, we have already negotiated with the agents of Ronaldo and Kaka, and it is impossible to make any changes. First, it is a matter of reputation, and second, it will also offend those big names." Agents, and these superstars have brought in too many at one time, so they won’t be able to play in the future.”

"What's more, in summer, we can't raise so much money. If Mark can win the Champions League this year, at least 100 million will start. If Real Madrid wants to buy it, it must be the most expensive, but you can keep in touch with Mark first and tell him our intention, we won't keep him waiting too long."

Yes, superstars, too many giant stadiums, fell at Mark Qin's feet, and only then did he achieve his current superstar road.

At the Nou Camp at this time, he was on one side and Messi on the other. The two superstars stood opposite each other.

...

"There are no accidents in the game. Unless the referee's head is flooded and awarded three penalty kicks to Barcelona, ​​otherwise there will be no accidents. Liverpool has entered the final three times in five years. They are making history," McManaman said.

Peterson eased his excitement and nodded, "At the beginning of the season, no one expected this result. Although Benitez is gone, I still have to thank him. He has laid a solid foundation for Liverpool."

Before the game restarted, Liverpool replaced Torres, who was already running with cramps, with Valle. He was sprinted all over the field by countless direct passes from the backcourt today, and he had to chase every ball. ,

It was his countless runs that brought him the suppression of Barcelona's back line.

Valle knew what he was going to do, and his teammates on the field ignored him, because after the re-kick-off, Barcelona started a suicide attack, leaving only Abidal behind.

Liverpool recovered across the board, and all retracted to the vicinity of their own big penalty area. The gap of three goals, if they don't defend at this time, when will it be.

Messi's eyes are red, he can't accept being here, this Camp Nou, being defeated in such a way, he wants to regain his dignity.

"Messi, Messi, here he is again..."

"Look at him, watch him, don't step down, pay attention to your movements..."

Liverpool shouted one after another, because Barcelona was really bombarding around them this time, and Sammy Lee and Hugh McAore tangled up on the sidelines.

Liverpool still has a substitution quota, and now there are four people with yellow cards on the field, namely Enrique, Dirk, Mark Qin, Gerrard, Enrique and Dirk will definitely not be able to participate in the final, don't worry about it , But whether to change Mark Qin or Gerrard, they hesitated.

Who doesn't want to participate in the finals? Of course, it's best not to have any accidents, but just in case something happens, it's better to be replaced first.

"Change Mark," Sammy Lee finally said. "It's best that Gerrard is fine. Even if it's the worst outcome, I think he can understand it."

"Yeah," Hugh McAore nodded helplessly. For this game, there were several yellow cards on both sides. Except for the goal that was disallowed, Liverpool has nothing wronged. The rest, look Providence.

"Messi, the shot..., huh, missed the post, Barcelona is going crazy", Peterson said, "Substitution, Liverpool made another substitution, Bruno replaced the hero Mark"

Ma Keqin looked up, hugged Gerrard nearby, and then walked slowly towards the field, applauding the stands with both hands, not for the Barcelona fans, but for the fans of the team, although they could not be seen.

"Let's celebrate the victory later." Hugh McAore put a coat on him and patted him on the shoulder. "Good job." Mark was hearty and hugged Hugh McAore.

At this moment, passion is already surging in his heart, just waiting for the whistle to sound.

"Goaaaal..., Messi, he scored another goal, he scored a hat-trick, the game has started stoppage time, there are still six minutes, Liverpool must defend", Peterson shouted.

Ma Keqin, who was standing on the sidelines, tightened his heart, don't let Barcelona come back in the end, it would be a joke.

But Gerrard did not make this a reality. When Messi came in front of him again and was about to break through the penalty area, this time Gerrard did not consider wearing a yellow card like last time and let him go.

But just when he was about to foul, someone was one step ahead of him, that was Alonso, he fell to the ground and shoveled, leaving Messi behind.

"Oh..., Alonso, gave Barcelona a free kick of about 30 meters, Messi has..., what? Red card?, my God? The game is about to end, the referee drew a red card?", Pete Sen cried out in disbelief.

Alonso stood up, shook his head, smiled, without arguing, and walked slowly towards the field. He did knock down Messi's foot just now.

But these are not important now, nothing is more important than waiting for the end!

"Thank you, Xavi (Alonso)", Gerrard patted him on the shoulder, also did not argue with the referee, that is meaningless, now they just wait for the end!

"Harvey", Mark Qin said to Alonso who came out from the sidelines, "Thank you."

Alonso smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Take it as my last loyalty to Liverpool. Barcelona is crazy, and the referee will be crazy too. Fortunately, time is running out, and we are sure to win."

"Wallet, go back," Sami Li yelled anxiously to Valle, ignoring these things.

"Reina, Reina, he saved Messi's free kick, he made a contribution, the game is about to end, Liverpool, don't worry, hold on", Peterson shouted loudly, and he didn't care to say anything else , just wait for the game to end.

There were boos all over the field, but the white beacons could no longer care about anything else. They were shoulder-to-shoulder on the sidelines, waiting for the whistle to blow.

Reina dragged his feet and procrastinated for half a day. Of course, the result was another yellow card, but the time was almost over.

When Reina's big foot kicked out and was brought back by the anxious Barcelona, ​​after Skrtel kicked the ball out of the sideline with a big foot, Herning finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

"Ah...", the entire Liverpool rushed into the field frantically to celebrate this hard-won and costly victory. At this moment, they just want to revel, regardless of other things.

"Liverpool, Liverpool, they broke into the Champions League final again, let us congratulate them, the great Liverpool, they performed a miracle again, no one thought they would advance before the game, but they did it", Zhan Jun shouted excitedly.

"Boom...", the entire city of Liverpool fell into a carnival, European finals, European finals!

The Barcelona audience bowed their heads in silence.

This chaotic, but night where all the kings came out, finally came to an end... Mobile phone users, please browse and read, for a better reading experience.