Green Life

The Olympic Stadium in Rome, at this time, in the northern suburbs of the city, shines like a pole star and boils like a volcano.

The sky in the eastern hemisphere is already getting bright, but the sky in the western hemisphere has just entered the darkest night. Facing the sun and the night, hundreds of millions of people have fallen into complete madness.

Here, like a fiercely beating heart, blood is pumping to all directions, because here is the final of the Champions League. Just now, Liverpool won the third time in Rome, and Europe is king!

3:2, this is a script of quasi-lore and anti-lore.

Reversal has officially become synonymous with Liverpool. Barcelona and Chelsea are not favored by them. Many people think that they should be eliminated by Barcelona in the semi-finals, and they can't beat Chelsea, who have made it to the final for two consecutive years, in the final.

But, now they do.

If the season of Kaka in 2007 and Ronaldo's season in 2008 belonged to Mark Qin, they almost all brought the team to the championship by themselves. Kaka and Mark Qin are the most obvious.

The 11 goals in the knockout round slaughtered Real Madrid, sent away Huang Qian, sniped Barcelona, ​​and finally reversed Chelsea. Although his performance in the league was much worse than in the Champions League, this trophy is enough for him to win in Liverpool. , cast a godhead.

Ma Keqin, starting today, he has been officially stamped with Liverpool, just like Gerrard after Istanbul, not only because he came from the youth training, but he has officially become the banner.

The runway under the Liverpool stands was overcrowded, surrounded by countless people, the teammates hugged each other excitedly, and there was Mark Qin who no longer knew whether to cry or laugh.

His emotions are completely out of control, but he doesn't know how many people lost their emotions tonight.

"Mark, Mark, listen, we're champions", "We're fucking champions" "Damn champions"

Too many people gathered around him, surrounded by a large number of journalists, the night of Rome, no less than Istanbul.

In the stands, there are usually flames, and usually tears. The Red Army fans have already burst into tears.

Just ten minutes ago, they were ecstatic, but, this is football, this is competition.

Here, there is always only a thin line between heaven and hell, only a step away, only a moment!

But that's the beauty of it,

This is what you can't see in your ordinary life trajectory, which is wonderful.

And the ups and downs that you can't enjoy!

"The game is over, it's really over." Zhan Jun just recovered from the absolute brain congestion, and he seemed to lose a little bit of strength. "Liverpool-style victory"

"It's another Istanbul", Zhang Lu also breathed a sigh of relief, as he is getting older, he can't be as bold and bold as a young man, and it hurts his body, "Ma Ke Qin Fengshen"

Coming out of the mouth of a veteran footballer weighs the weight of this championship and the status of this fabulous knockout performance from Mark Qin.

Yes, for Liverpool, a club that has been plagued by disasters, no matter the reason, now they have reproduced the glory of the Shankly era, and this generation will be remembered.

Three finals in five years, two Champions League wins, one league title, one FA Cup, and one League Cup, can already compose an era and a brilliant song.

Benitez, Hyypia, Carragher, Gerrard, Alonso, Dirk, Mark Qin, and many more will be written into monuments and into history.

Although this is just a competition, even though this is only a club with a population of less than one million, when it comes to football in the future, Liverpool during this period must be among them.

Xiao Lei has been crying incoherently, the same is true for McManaman, and Owen in Newcastle, what have we missed and what have we witnessed.

Abramovich left the table angrily, and the tall man over 1.9 meters rubbed his red eyes and left sadly, and Guardiola, Zidane, Mourinho in disguise, all pregnant A different kind of mind.

In this hustle and bustle, turn around and leave!

This night belongs to only one person, that is, Anfield, Prince of the Red Army, Mark Qin.

Hiddink rubbed his numb face vigorously, just recovering from the shock. He could remember these four minutes for a lifetime, and he could also remember the number 18 for a lifetime.

He wanted to step onto the pitch, but his legs felt stiff. His time at Chelsea was over, and he had no doubts. In his own style, only the champions could save him.

Not just the FA Cup, but the Champions League!

He is at best Mourinho's second, and even Mourinho is gone, why should he not go?

Only Abramovich, who has lost his temper after being tortured, will really accept a anti-rebellion master, his name is Conte, but Hiddink will definitely not wait until then.

Barcelona cannot erase Cruyff, Real Madrid cannot erase Zidane, Manchester United cannot erase Ferguson, Chelsea cannot erase Mourinho.

It's their casting of a team's style, that's their calling card, that's who they are.

It was Terry who got up first. With tears in his eyes, he dragged up his teammates who were crying bitterly one by one, and said meaninglessly that we will come back next year.

Once again they fell before the trophy at the last moment, both times they reached for it, and then the trophy slid away cruelly away from them, towards the embrace of red.

There are no more previous disputes in the green field, only eleven lonely players, facing a cruel fate.

Then write, a song of ice and fire.

"Congratulations to Liverpool, congratulations to Mark", Peterson, Lineker, Julie, and countless media people said these words at the same time. Fourteen goals are the most in the Champions League in recent years.

It's been an epic season for Liverpool and Maxkin, a fairytale, full of red undead excitement as they have a new and powerful heart.

"Mark, Mark, say something." Mark Qin, who finally got up, was instantly surrounded by all-round black microphones.

Everyone was waiting for his first words. They all thought that Messi would be the god of the Champions League this season.

He wiped his face mixed with sweat and tears, and the excitement in his heart still couldn't be calmed down.

He subverted history once again, a bigger history, who can understand this kind of pride.

"The gods shine on Liverpool!", he shouted into the microphone, and then cut through the crowd to join his teammates and enjoy this wonderful moment with the fans.

Gods? Who is God? him? Gerald? Torres?

There are many people who became gods in the first battle, and there are also people who became gods in the first season. Well, he is the god in the Champions League this season, and no one will care about this at this time.

It is always carnival and flattery to welcome the winner.

"Great", "Mark, amazing", "This is a god-like performance", all teammates came to hug him excitedly, and Blue had already left the stage.

The staff on the field were building the podium, and Platini came to the sidelines playfully. The game was not as boring as he imagined, and the final audience should exceed 500 million.

But the Premier League still can't bear it.

"Luka" and "Mark", the two embraced excitedly, "We are the champions!" "Champions!"

There were also Bruno and Valais who came up, and they were in a different mood from others.

For them, this is a dream.

"Mark, thank you," Sammy Lee and Hugh McAore came over at this time, and Sammy Lee opened a palm.

"Five times, I won the Champions League five times, I am also a legend, haha", he said with a laugh, "Liverpool legend"

It is indeed a living legend. Liverpool has only won it six times in total, and he has witnessed it five times. From now on, he will be a living museum.

"Haha", there is no need for too many words at this moment.

"Five years ago," Peterson's voice sounded again, "It was the captain of the Red Army Gerrard who led Liverpool to create a miracle. He caught a boy who jumped from the stands that day. Yes, he is the current Mark."

"Today, this season, he led Liverpool to create another miracle. Is this called Rome Night?"

No matter what it is called, today this will be another classic final. He once again let Liverpool sweep the European continent after five years, just because of this unyielding red.

"The stand has been set up, Liverpool will usher in their most important and glorious moment, and your life will open a new chapter!" McManaman shouted.

He has already figured it out, and in the summer he is going to make a movie about the two miraculous nights for Liverpool, so that this red spirit will be passed down forever.

"Friends of the audience, friends of the audience, soon, you will witness a great moment. On the podium of the Champions League, there will be a Chinese player standing on the podium for the first time."

"When will our football rise again, enjoy this glorious moment", Zhan Jun said emotionally, Zhang Lu did not answer, this topic is too heavy.

After changing their clothes, Liverpool people lined up and went to the stage one by one to receive the medal that symbolized the club's highest honor.

Gerrard, Carragher, Mark Qin...

Platini patted Mark Qin on the face, hung the medal around his neck, and said with a smile: "Boy, you really surprised me. I hope you will continue to perform like this year in the future and contribute more exciting things to the football world." Performance"

The passionate singing sounded, and when everyone stood on the podium, Platini personally handed over the St. Bradley Cup to captain Gerrard.

"Come on," he said to Carragher and Mark Qin who were beside him. The two understood, one was holding the base, and the two were holding the big ears, and then raised them high.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", ribbons flying all over the sky, "we are the ...", the atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.

Countless flashing lights flickered in front, and tens of thousands of fans in the stands raised their arms high and shouted in unison.

"Congratulations to Liverpool, the great Liverpool, they won the UEFA Champions League in 2008, and they left a strong mark in the history of world football"

On May 28, 2009, the sixth time, the Rome Olympics, another replica will be displayed in Liverpool's museum to record this peak moment.

It’s just that for Mark Qin, there is still a golden boot waiting for him. Last year, he watched others win the championship and took away the golden boot himself. Today, he has good things in pairs.

"Congratulations to Mark again, 14 goals, grains of gold, each goal has witnessed Liverpool's progress this year, and Mark's road to superstardom"

"Did I break the record again today? The youngest goal scorer in the Champions League final, the youngest main player to win the trophy?" He smiled brightly while holding his golden boots.

"I really wish I was the one standing here every year, haha", the camera and the person holding the microphone didn't laugh, because he was already qualified enough to make such bold words.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Just kidding, one season is over, and the next season will start from scratch, so the glory is already in the past..."

The soldiers of the Blue Army held another silver medal in their hands, and watched helplessly from the sidelines with their hands on their hips. They couldn't leave until the ceremony was over, but who hated the Golden Boot award so much?

They had already watched this guy receive an award in front of them last year, who the hell wants to be an audience all the time?

The night of the Champions League is coming to an end, but Ma Keqin's road to becoming a god has just begun...