Green Life

The sky blue waves filled the air, and the jump was indeed a red note. Liverpool led 1:0!

Spalletti clenched his fist excitedly. He bought Vucinic because Liverpool's left flank has always been a weakness. Since Benayoun left, this position has been changed a lot.

Vucinic, an opportunistic winger, not only conforms to his tactical philosophy, but also can make up for Liverpool's left gap. This is the way he wants to play.

Weapons and Gerrard interspersed in the ribs, two full-backs responded at a 45-degree angle, Dirk Dirk went up and down, Mark Qin freely dispatched, and Lucas responded from behind.

Only Javier Mascherano, he is a little uncertain, this position he prefers De Rossi who can attack and defend well, Javier Mascherano's offense is really bad, he once thought about letting Gerrard play This position, but later felt a bit wasteful.

"Keita, Keita, keep up with Mark", Mancini's yelling from the sidelines pulled Spalletti's thoughts back, he put down his thoughts first, and looked at the field again.

Things have to be done step by step, there is no rush.

"Mark is walking, this kind of situation is really rare," Peterson said excitedly as if he had discovered a new world.

Because West Ham United attacked after the re-kick-off, except for Mark Qin who stayed in the center circle, everyone else retreated, and he did not go everywhere to get stuck like he did when he was playing midfield.

"It may be the coach's special arrangement. Looking at previous games, Mark's defensive enthusiasm is still very high," McManaman said.

To be precise, West Ham United's offense relies on the personal ability of the front trident. D'Agostino is in charge of scheduling the direction, and Noble waits for the opportunity to plug in. As they attack Upton Park, the shouts and cheers are again Get lively.

Today Liverpool's right back is played by Azpilicueta, Carragher and Cahill are partnered as central defenders. Azpilicueta's status in Chelsea was so stable in his previous life, not because of his excellent assist ability, but because Steady, yes, you can hardly see him making mistakes, and the filling rate is extremely high.

In offense, his nickname is "Cross Madman". He is a near-traditional full-back who defends more than offense, but can get the job done very well.

Spalletti let him start because the 21-year-old boy plays like a 30-year-old veteran with a fast speed, which is enough.

"Oh..." There was a sigh from the stands. After Tevez cooperated with the continuous hitting the wall, he slammed a straight kick. Maxwell, who turned around, took the ball to the bottom line before Balotelli.

corner kick.

"Look at people, look at people", Carragher shoved Upson, and pushed the ball out of the penalty area first. The horse's back at the top of the penalty area turned around and was about to continue to clear the siege, when he saw Keita running up and directly One foot was bored on the falling ball.

"Bang", "bang", the ball missed the back of the horse, and directly hit Cahill's chest who ran out, almost knocking him out of breath.

"Keita, long shot..., blocked," Peterson said, "the ball bounced, Mascherano, cleared with a big foot, the ball flew to the touchline, Mark, beautiful stop, it was simply Art"

Ma Keqin, who was in the center position, naturally wanted to fight for the ball that had been cleared. He was the axis and the fulcrum, and the left back Forberg, who was delayed from the corner kick, followed him firmly.

I saw him push Forberg with his left hand when he reached the sideline, and directly unloaded the ball on the outside of his right foot. One-third of the ball even went out of the sideline, which shows how timely the ball stopped.

Mancini was not far from him, "stick to him, stick to him, don't let him get the ball", as if calling in Forberg's ear, if he was younger than ten years old, he would like to go up and kick foot.

Forberg naturally knew that he couldn't let Mark Qin hold the ball and wait for his teammates to support them. Then their counterattack came, and Mancini was beside him. He didn't want to be sold like many of his teammates in the summer, so he needed to work harder.

So he stepped forward and was about to stretch out his legs from behind to stab the ball out of the baseline, but just after stretching, he regretted it, and Mancini wanted to slap him to death right next to him!

I saw Ma Keqin hooking the ball with the outer instep of his right foot, then turned around and gave it away, the ball obediently passed through Forberg's back, and then left the two people on the sidelines with a galloping back.

"Mark, the crotch is so good, Forberg can't stop him at all", Peterson became excited, "Shh...", the West Ham fans on the sidelines sent him tons of boos.

The crotch piercing is the most humiliating way to surpass people on the court, but it is extremely effective, but there are not many good ones, because it requires high timing and anticipation.

I don't know when that crotch-piercing master will come to Anfield!

Mark Qin, who had passed Forberg, strode directly towards the opponent's half. The blue and red entangled tide roared, and then ran from one penalty area to the other.

"Mark dribbled the ball, Liverpool had a good chance to counterattack, Dirk and Arms went crazy forward," Peterson shouted, "Mark started to cut inside, Keita came up after chasing, Mark, pass the ball"

Mancini clenched his fists nervously and stared at the field firmly. They have conceded too many goals in these few games, and he himself has been criticized by the media, but this has nothing to do with his system, it is just the ability of the defender Problem, he always thought so.

Maybe, but Maxine didn't have time to help him think about that right now.

Passing the ball to Dirk, who was plugging in behind, he passed Keita directly and ran towards the top of the arc of the penalty area, "Dirk", he pointed to his feet and shouted.

The ball arrives as promised, and he is the conductor on the field.

The wonderful notes began to play, deducing the wonderful uniqueness in the world. The ball under his feet was his baton, and his feet danced like elves, unpredictable.

Noble, who had just returned to the center back position to make up for the position, saw Mark Qin's swinging left leg, and subconsciously took two steps back, because Vucinic rushed past him like the wind, the first one The ball was Vucinic's back and scored, and he subconsciously wanted to defend.

"Mark, he reached the top of the penalty area, passed, no, it was a spike, he didn't give a weapon, and here Dirk Dirk and Gerrard came up, Liverpool's good chance..."

A light spike passed the central defender Tomkins who came back from running all over the court, and the ball stopped under his feet, as if the music was about to enter the next chapter.

He raised his head all the time, and stared at Dirk Dirk and Gerrard. He swung his legs on the spot, not far from the top of the restricted area. The two of them, like Vucinic, entered the restricted area like the wind. .

Noble and Tomkins retreated collectively as if facing a formidable enemy, because as long as Mark Qin made a pick, it would be a perfect back-up counter-offside, single-handedly.

Keita, who ran over again, gave up on Didier this time, and shoveled directly at the ball at Mark Qin's feet. At this moment, it was too dangerous to let him pass the ball again!

Then, Mark Qin, who didn't know where to look, tapped the ball lightly with his right foot, and then less than one meter away from him, Keita's feet slid past.

Slow to say, instant at that time.

From the time he stopped the ball on the sideline to the present, it was only an instant, because another veteran central defender, Upson, has just passed the middle circle so far, so you can know how fast this series of attacks is.

Goalkeeper Green glanced left and right at the three people who were plugging in. He didn't know who Mark Qin would pass the ball to or shoot himself. He kept making small steps, ready to save at any time.

At this moment, he is like a saint who sees through everything. The weapon runs over and will take Noble away. There is Lucas behind him.

Everyone is moving, so if I don't move, I just move!

When he came to the center position, facing the interspersed flow, he once again felt the mysterious sense of rhythm. It once appeared mysteriously in the semi-finals of the U18 Championship and Youth Championship, and it was born again when they played against Arsenal in the Champions League.

It's just that this time it's different, this time it's not the unified rhythm and rhythm of the whole team of "bang", "bang", "bang", but he doesn't move and everything else is moving, his heart trembles.

When the weapon ran past, he originally planned to push the pass directly, but seeing Green's movement of preparing to charge forward, he was so blessed that he changed his mind instantly.

This is a rhythm that makes his heart tremble. He is right where he is, teammates run by, defenders run by, everything runs by me, the ball is my sword of Damocles.

As long as it does not fall, it means countless possibilities, and means that the defender must fill every possible loophole, so he is like the center of the storm.

The periphery scrapes wantonly, but the center is calm, ripples!

Maybe at some point, there will always be such a moment on the court that makes his heart tremble, and at the same time makes him fascinated, because this is a kind of state of excellence and transparency.

Thoughts were like flashes of lightning, but his movements did not stop, and he did not even look at Keita, who was shoveling past him. He lightly stepped on the side of the ball with his left foot, then shoveled lightly with his right foot, and then stopped suddenly .

It was as if this should have been done in the first place, except for himself, no one knew what happened. Countless people watched the game screen, but saw that he stopped the ball gracefully, surpassed others flexibly, and after two passes and one arc in the penalty area Ding evaded the back grab with two feints, and then shoveled under the ball.

this is all.

"Mark, his teammate's crazy forward, he has a lot of options, he is going..., he is, shooting...", Peterson unexpectedly roared out of his throat.

"Loop shot, lob shot, lob shot from outside the penalty area...", his shouts were about to go straight to the sky, because this series, such an end, this unexpected handling, directly exploded in his mind!

Because the inner instep was used, after the ball flew up, it drew a small arc and turned directly from the middle to the left goal post.

The ball flew over Keita's fallen body and the unexpected Tomkinson. Green was shocked, and all the players who inserted and returned to the penalty area stopped at this moment.

All I could see was the ball sliding slowly across the small penalty area line, Green's right hand, which was kicked up vigorously. He straightened as much as he could, but there was still a slight distance away from the ball.

It's like a free kick, but it's not so fast, it hits the crossbar, the upright, and falls into the net, so lightly, unexpectedly, it goes in!

"Boom", Green landed dejectedly, followed by another silence in the stands!

"Uh, uh, goaaaaaaaaaaal..., goalgoalgoal..., Mark, his lob will be immortalized, because you don't know when he will come, where he will come from, goalgoal, what a goaaaaaaaal...", Peterson shouted The sound finally came.

McManaman looked fascinated, but he didn't know how to comment. His process was so simple, but it foreshadowed how difficult it was behind it.

At least five players ran past him one after another, and Upson just came back out of breath, and he just dunked, flicked, and lobbed.

Out of a hundred players, there may be one or two who deal with this offense in the way he is handling it now, which is why he loves to watch Mark Qin play, because he always means creation and surprise.

Seeing the ball caught, he smiled, that's right, this should be the result, the accident in the eyes of others is just a matter of course in his heart.

Upson was panting, with a helpless face. When he saw Mark Qin taking the ball at the top of the arc in the penalty area, his heart skipped a beat, but his aging legs couldn't support his faster speed.

Ma Keqin didn't run to the sidelines excitedly, but opened his arms with a smile. It felt so good... ()