Green Life

In the dressing room of the visiting team in Hull City, Liverpool reveled for nearly an hour, all kinds of champagne were sprayed, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and almost everyone was drenched.

"We are the champions, la la la", "Oh lah oh", "Yo hoo, champions, champions"...

All kinds of shouts were heard, and even the coaching staff was not spared. Finally, Spalletti had no choice but to change into a sportswear to attend the press conference.

A one-man press conference, the Hull City manager couldn't wait to leave early, but who cares at this point?

"Mr. Spalletti, did you foresee this result in advance?" asked the reporter at the press conference.

Spalletti's excitement has not completely dissipated. The Premier League champion, his opponents include Ferguson, Wenger, Benitez, Ancelotti, Mancini and a group of British coaches.

He shook his head with an uncontrollable smile: "I don't know witchcraft, but this result is what we have been expecting. Thank God, it finally became a reality."

"Mark has been unstoppable since his comeback, and he scored five dollars in this game. Do you think he helped you win the championship?"

"Hey, your question is very inappropriate", Spalletti didn't mind, "The championship is the credit of everyone in the team. We are a team, but Mark is indeed a phenomenon. Without him this season, we are really very good." Difficult to win"

"But everyone is important, it's not just him, it's a team sport"

"What do you think of Mark's performance today?"

Spalletti shrugged, "Do I need to say that? Everyone can see that he performed a miracle. He is the God on the field today. No one can stop him."

"You coached Totti in Rome. In your tactics, they played the same position. Which one of them do you think is stronger?" another reporter asked.

"Oh, are they all questions like this?" Spalletti said with a smile, "Both of them are great players, both superstars, there is nothing to compare, I prefer to talk about this miraculous Tonight, talk about us winning a championship..."

On the other side, Ma Keqin, who had just washed up, was naturally blocked by many media in the interview area.

Not surprisingly, this season he will include top scorer, England Footballer of the Year and several other awards, not to mention his terrifying record of 40 goals.

So far, the five major leagues have achieved 40 goals in a single season. Only Gerd Muller in the Bundesliga, Scobral in the Ligue 1 and a few others have not appeared in the entire history of Serie A, Premier League, and La Liga.

And it was all in the 1970s and 1980s last season. Gerd Muller, the great god, is really awesome. He has scored goals in almost all football games.

67 goals in a single season, 85 goals in a natural year, 68 goals in national team A-level matches, 14 goals in the World Cup, the total goal record.

And the scoring efficiency is scary, even Messi in later generations has not been able to achieve his scoring efficiency.

Turn forward 40 years, this great god can rule the solar system!

"Mark, congratulations on winning the league championship again. Is there anything you want to say now?" the reporter asked excitedly.

"Hehe", Ma Keqin was refreshed, "Of course I'm excited, there is nothing more dreamy than this, we never give up every minute, we believe in miracles, and then we get what we want"

"Did you know that you tied Gerd Muller's scoring record in a single season? It is also the highest record in England in a century!", the reporter said excitedly again.

"Ah?" Mark Qin tilted his ear, "Is it just a tie? It's a pity, haha, I respect Gerd Muller, but records are made to be broken, maybe I should work harder."

"Cool, Mark is so cool," said many fans watching the live broadcast in front of the TV.

"Eat shit, Gerd Muller dumps you eight blocks", needless to say, this is a German Bayern fan.

However, he is indeed the first player in recent years to expand the single-season scoring record to more than 40 goals in the five major leagues, and this record has been dusty for 40 years!

fear,

Dragon Breath!

Ma Keqin looked at the reporter who had never seen the world, and said in his heart that in two years La Liga might have a bad view, and the goals were like numbness, so don't make such a fuss, okay?

It's no wonder that most of these reporters were not born when Gerd Müller scored goals.

Alas, poverty does limit the imagination, especially poverty of the mind, and there is no cure for it!

When Ronaldinho scored more than 30 goals in the season and was called an alien, they must have never thought that there will be players who can reach 50 goals in more than ten years, oh, poor imagination!

"Mark, before this game, did you think that you would not win the championship, and did you always play as a striker in the future?"

"No", he shook his head and replied, "We didn't even think about the problem of whether it will happen, we just strive for every goal with all our strength, and then see if it will happen"

"I like the position of false nine very much. I feel like a duck to water in this position. There is no reason to change"

After answering a few questions and taking the best champagne on the field, Mark Qin and the team returned to Liverpool directly by bus.

As soon as I left the stadium, I was surrounded by Liverpool fans who had been waiting for several hours. There was a huge crowd of people. They never left after the game and waited for the bus to come out.

Getting out of the car is not allowed, for safety's sake. Mark Qin and the others could only wave to the fans through the car window.

The fans shouted one wave after another, until the bus took more than half an hour to squeeze out of the encirclement and leave completely without stopping.

Comparing the bus with the time when it came, there is nothing much. The fake trophy props have been taken back by the FA, and the real one is already on the way from London to Liverpool.

Some of the teammates had already dozed off in their seats after playing around for a long time. No matter how excited they were, there would be a moment of fatigue. What's more, after playing such a tense game, Ma Keqin couldn't fall asleep.

When playing games, one game after another, I didn't feel it at all. After all the games were over, I suddenly realized, I'm going, I've become so awesome!

Unlike ordinary professional players, he has a clear plan for his own development since he was a child. When he came here suddenly, he took a step by step based on his love for football.

Kirkby's gang of old men desperately polished him into the core of the midfield. Benitez just didn't give him a place, and then he finally became the core, and the team's tactics changed drastically.

This one comes out one after another, where can I go to reason.

This season, including himself, no one would have guessed that the old Haiwei is still at home now, dragging his poor useless memory, did he delay Mark Qin before?

When he first arrived in Kirkby, he wanted to play football, even if it was a low level, he didn't care, he just looked for the green field.

When Benitez let him play as a substitute, he finally made him realize that he can gain a foothold in the top league.

Then it opened suddenly, making people dizzy and stunned, the debut of the superstar!

The talent is there, as long as there is suitable soil, it does not need photosynthesis for crops, but erupts directly.

The erupting football world exclaimed, a rare event in a century!

Messi and Ronaldo are already well-known in football when they played youth games in their teens. When they grow up, they can only prove that they are not crooked.

But who knows Ma Keqin, who suddenly popped up, caught people off guard, and then caught off guard.

The originally brilliant tail of red Liverpool was forcibly created by him into a dynasty that is not a dynasty. This world has been changed more and more by him.

Looking at the darkness outside the window, he smiled slightly. This is very good and interesting. The green field at the tip of the pyramid is probably more interesting.

Tonight, there were a lot of people who couldn't sleep well. The media circle was as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they were full of fighting spirit. Countless program invitation calls came to Jonathan's mobile phone.

"The Times": Liverpool once again staged a miracle, Mark is the chief director!

"Daily Telegraph": The thrilling 90 minutes, Chelsea failed!

"Guardian": The 40-year dusty record restarted, and Mark became the first person in modern football history!

"Daily Mirror": 40 goals, which is an unattainable record in the Premier League, unless he himself!

"Manchester Evening News": We are being pulled further and further away by our opponents!

Les Echos: The king is back! A legend comes!

Almost all British newspapers launched additional issues overnight to report on this exciting moment.

There has never been such a soul-stirring season. This wave can be reported until the start of the FA Cup final, which lasts for two weeks!

"Congratulations to Mark, congratulations to Liverpool, I'm happy for them," Benitez said in an interview, "We made a mistake in the penultimate round, otherwise the championship would definitely be ours, but it doesn't matter, we still have two events to fight for. "

Celebrities and commentators from all walks of life took the initiative to jump out on this night to show their presence.

"I have long been optimistic about Liverpool", "Mark is now worth 200 million", "I look forward to his performance in the World Cup", "The reason why Mark can score so much is because he loves pizza..."

"Roar, Liverpool", "Mark", "Gerrard", "Champions", "We are the champions", the loud voices pierced the eardrums as the bus drove into the vicinity of Melwood.

Ma Keqin opened his eyes in a daze, and he fell asleep halfway, and it was close to the early morning.

Countless fans were outside, some with fluorescent sticks, some with lighters, and some with flashlights. Parry managed to squeeze in and discussed with Spalletti.

Then he told the fans that there would be a parade in two days, and asked the three captains to go out and say a few words before finally entering Melwood. The club did not let the players get out of the car because they were afraid of safety issues.

The driver arranged by Peter was already waiting in the parking lot to pick up Mark Qin and go home, and everything will be discussed after the parade two days later.

After going through the nine-turning dragon gate, the driver finally sent Ma Keqin home. Isabella had been waiting for him a long time ago. He took a shower and ate some supper when he was tired, but he couldn't fall asleep again.

"Have you prayed for me at home?" He leaned on the sofa and asked with the Bible in hand.

"Well," Isabella cleaned up the tableware, sat next to him and brought him a glass of water, "Your performance today is like a god."

"Is there any god?", he said with a smile, and then he realized something, "Oh, I didn't mean faith"

"I understand," Issa hugged him, "but in my heart, you are like a god today, omnipotent"

Yeah, the god of basketball, Jordan, the god of football, Mark Qin? Pfft, he laughed himself out thinking of this.

"What's wrong?" Isabella asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, I thought of something interesting," he said, and then he leaned back again, becoming more lazy, "The season is finally over, but I can only take you to South Africa in the summer."

"Does your national team let your girlfriend go?"

"Let, but there are restrictions on intercourse during the competition." "I'm going to kill you," Isabella said angrily.

"You go to the stage to brush your face, the World Cup, a big advertising platform, it's a pity not to brush your face," he said with a smile.

"I'm like a model," Issa gave him a white look.

"You are much more beautiful than a model, but the most important thing is to attract fire for your husband and me." He scratched her nose.

"What?", she didn't understand.

"Your husband and I have been so good this season, and the pressure of public opinion in the World Cup is so great. These people can't wait to stare at me 24 hours a day."

"Ah? Oh." Issa immediately nodded knowingly, "I see, divert the attention of the media."

"Smart", he got up and picked up Isabella and went straight to the bedroom, "Let's go, first collect some interest for Xia Tian..."

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