Green Life

This time, the jubilant fans in the stands turned into white fans, and the Spanish fans, like England before, fell silent.

Bosque scratched his head, went to the sidelines and started to comfort his players, which is really demoralizing, to be scored an incredible goal after you can't defend well anymore.

Apart from lamenting that luck is not on my side, there is really nothing to explain, especially in such a major final!

Butzketz stood in the penalty area, spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face, he didn't react at all.

what's the situation!

"Let's take a look at the slow motion. The ball hit Pique's leg and rolled towards the corner of the small penalty area. Mr. Ma rushed over with him," Huang Jianxiang said while watching the replay.

"Pike put a shovel to clear the siege, and Mr. Ma also shoveled. This...Pike should have swept the ball first, but was immediately blocked by Mr. Ma's feet, and then slipped under Cassie's armpit, and then Hit Butzquets' calf and bounced into the goal"

The people who watched in slow motion were confused and stunned. They had to confirm several times before they could see the specific process clearly.

"Live from a catastrophe, survive from a catastrophe," Hao Haidong shook his head and said, "I'm so lucky, if this goal doesn't score, it will be a big blow to England, and the collapse is not sure."

"There must be future blessings." Zhan Jun breathed a sigh of relief, "Although there is indeed a gap in strength, I still hope that Mr. Ma can realize his dream and don't leave any regrets."

After all, this kind of regret is too great, and it is impossible to say that it will not be relieved for the rest of my life. Baggio is so sad!

"Huh", Zhao Zhuona patted her chest and panted, "I was scared to death just now, I was too nervous"

It's not just him who is nervous. Look at the madness in the BBC studio and the gaffes of England fans.

Look at the almost collapsed Lampard ran to the sidelines and hugged Mark Qin and yelled, almost crying, you will know how important this ball is to England now!

The real name of this ball is Hope! It's called redemption!

The difference in strength is not only visible to people off the field, but also to players on the field. After all, this is Spain at its peak, just like Barcelona at its peak.

It was difficult for them to snatch the ball from the red opponent, and then their own offensive progress was also difficult.

If this kind of goal is not scored, even Mark Qin doesn't know how many teammates on the field have the confidence to turn defeat into victory.

"Ah...", "Roar...", "Equalizer", Ma Keqin and the others celebrated insanely on the runway. They roared ferociously at the stands, and the response from the stands was also roaring!

England fans are not in the mood to care about who scored the goal, who scored the own goal, the important thing is, the goal is scored!

"My God," Lineker clutched his chest, "Lampard's foot is going to scare me to death, I will have to ask him for mental damages when he comes back!"

Alan Shearer is the most calm, even he breathed a sigh of relief, with lingering fears, "Lampard is estimated to leave a huge psychological shadow, he is no longer suitable for taking penalties."

This is the case with the curse of penalty kicks. If you don't score once, the pressure will be enormous next time, and eventually destroy all your confidence before twelve yards.

There are too many players in this world who usually score a lot of goals but fail when they reach the penalty spot.

For example, I love penalty kicks, embarrassing fake moves for fans, Benteke!

This unlucky ball finally released the worry and pressure that the England generals had accumulated for most of the time.

Gerrard put his arms around Lampard's shoulders, comforting him as he walked back, Lampard's eyes were reddish, it was obvious that he was so excited that he was crying just now, and he was more afraid!

The final, the final after 44 years!

"Now the two sides have finally returned to the same starting line. Both sides have scored an own goal. This is really... very interesting," Huang Jianxiang resumed and explained that the first half was coming to an end.

"Hey, what's going on?" Zhan Jun asked.

The live camera immediately came to the close-up. Ma Keqin, who was sitting down on the sidelines, was being treated by the team doctor for the wound on his calf, and the coaching staff brought him new socks.

The camera clearly shone on the football socks that were put aside. There was a torn hole and bloodstains.

"Oh, the wound on this calf is as long as the little finger, and it should have been caught by Pique's spikes just now," Zhan Jun said.

"The team doctor is treating him urgently. The impact should not be great. The skin is traumatic, but the horse always fights hard," Huang Jianxiang said.

Immediately there was thunderous applause from the stands, and Isabella in the box looked at the big screen worriedly. She was not relieved until Mark Qin wrapped up his socks and ran on the field seemingly without any influence.

"Don't worry, Isa, my brother is fine with this little injury, the injury he suffered in the fight was much more serious than this..." Ai Ming said carelessly.

There are many benefits to having a football player's family, money, fame, and status, but many people are also worried about them, fearing that they will be seriously injured.

Although it is a low-probability event in terms of probability, it is by no means uncommon in the news of retirement due to serious injuries.

After the re-kick-off, England's morale was obviously boosted, and the overall forward pressing was much more active and ferocious, and even Spain, which once robbed, couldn't pass halftime.

"Rooney, steal the ball... Butsquets hasn't recovered from his own goal, he is too careless." Huang Jianxiang suddenly shouted, "Rooney, dodge the gap horizontally, shoot from a long distance..."

The ball 30 meters away stuck to the turf and flew straight to the lower corner of the goal. Cassie reacted quickly and fell under him with a side attack. Unless this kind of ball hits an absolute world wave, it is difficult to pose a real threat to him.

"Concentrate, don't relax!", as the double big brother and captain of Barcelona and Spain, Puyol immediately expressed dissatisfaction with Butzquets.

Ma Keqin was also dissatisfied, he finally broke the ball, and dealt with it too hastily, and the last attack was wasted.

The old coach Bosque raised his wrist and looked at his watch, just at this time the fourth referee raised the scoreboard for stoppage time, 2 minutes.

Spanish goal kick.

England didn't press the whole game, they had the ball at the back and used up the last minutes of the first half, and they didn't attack again.

"Beep, beep..." Rossetti blew the whistle on time for the end of the first half.

There was a sudden explosion in the stadium, cheering and escorting the players of the two teams to the aisle, even though they were unwilling!

"Okay, the two teams drew 1:1 in the first half. First, Alonso's long shot from the Spanish team caused Joe Hart's own goal, and then England used a penalty kick to cause Butzquets' own goal before the end. dragon"

Huang Jianxiang said with a smile, "If I remember correctly, this should be the game with the most own goals in the World Cup finals so far..."

Players from both sides walked into the channel, and the atmosphere was very dull. Even when they passed the Hercules Cup, they passed by in a hurry.

They were not satisfied with the score in the first half. The Spaniard felt aggrieved by conceding the ball, and England realized the gap.

There is no champion whose momentum and composure are not fed by champions, at least England is not in this ranks now.

"You all took my pre-match words as wind!" Capello didn't give these players any good looks at halftime because of the equalizer.

"Top defense, blocking, don't get passed easily, try to handle the ball as simple as possible!, how is the result, you only played good shots for 5 minutes"

He was referring to England's attack that resulted in two consecutive shots. Apart from that, Mark Qin's personal flash was one of the few bright spots for them.

He slapped the tactical board, furious, "Do you think you can compete with Spain?"

"Huh? Johnson, Cole, and you, Lampard, are you going to watch the Spaniards perform on the wing? Why give them so much space?"

One by one, all the players he saw bowed their heads in silence, and the atmosphere in the locker room was oppressive, as if a storm was about to blow up!

"This is the fucking World Cup final. Have you played it? I haven't even played it." He clenched his fists and his face became ruthless.

"We are not nobles, forget about your fucking glory and history, you are just a group of bastards trembling in front of your opponents!"

"But bastards also have the dignity of bastards. You actually have one less yellow card than the Spaniards. What about your aura, what about your desire, are you waiting for Spain to give you?"

"Bang bang", the tactical board was slammed again, "Wolf, be a bloodthirsty wolf, so that you can bite off a powerful enemy and not be killed."

"Keep an eye on your enemies at all times, don't give them any chance to invade your territory, this is war, war!"

Mark Qin closed his eyes and listened. He had never seen Capello so hysterical, but he agreed that in this kind of Spain, you don't need to bite your teeth and fight for your life. The chances are slim!

"Germany, haven't you learned their lesson? We're going to make every pass they pass pay for, and I want you to paralyze their passes, especially forward passes!"

"In 1986, Maradona beat five of you in a row, and scored the lore with a damn hand. Did any of you fight or fight? You should be in the background!"

"If I were coaching, I would have a player tackle his legs and scare him, so all you have to do is cry"

"Like a Luther..."

"Aren't you fucking Luthor, there are only 45 minutes left!", the violent words accompanied by the panting of blood rushing, and the noise from outside the wall, all of these are like a blood-pulling scene. screen.

Tearing people want to howl!

"We are not", "We don't want to be Luthor", the England players stood up one by one and shouted, Mark Qin also opened his eyes, ready to enter a new battle at any time!

Beckham raised his hand and looked at his watch, motioned to Capello, and he reprimanded him for 15 minutes!

Seeing the players file out with red faces, Beckham, who stayed at the end, gave Capello a complicated look, "This way, we won't let them lose control in the second half," he asked uncertainly.

Capello let out a sigh of relief with his eyes closed, and waved his hands, "David, do you remember how I reprimanded you at Real Madrid?"

"I need more experience in the championship. We can't beat Spain. This is the fact I recognized in the first half. Although we are not behind in the score, it is luck."

He closed the door again, "Spain only needed one goal in the second half to kill us, and we have to count on luck? Or on Marc?, no, that's not right"

"In the final stage, they had some physical problems, but in the second half they will not give us such opportunities. If we still play like the first half, you may not feel too much disadvantage, but the one who dies in the end will definitely It's us!"

Capello patted Beckham on the shoulder, "David, I want this championship as much as you!"

He held the doorknob with his hand, and suddenly thought of something, turned around and said: "Tell the players after the game, don't spread what I said."

Beckham pursed his lips and nodded solemnly. Maybe he was right, and he could only hope that he was right.

This has nothing to do with tactics, because the tactics that England can use have been wiped out by Spain.

All they have left is will and blood!

To fight, to kill, to use the body to break free from the drowsy rhythm of Spain, they will have a chance...