Green Life

At the Soccer City Stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa, at this moment, the flames rose like thunder, and heart-piercing shouts filled every corner and filled the entire night sky.

England fans were crazy like never before. In the streets, bars and office buildings, countless people put down everything at this moment, raised their arms, and shouted with emotion.

"Drip, drop, drop...", the cars waiting for the signal lights on the road honked their horns for a long time, and they rang together!

Everyone knows what happened at this moment, those who watched the live broadcast or listened to the radio, now there is only one reaction, no matter what they were doing before, they are cheering!

Crazy cheers, crazy cheers!

"St. Mark, Saint Mark...", this shout not only echoed in the stadium, but also echoed in every corner of England.

One ball decides the country!

Just a few minutes ago, everyone was in fear, everyone was in fear, the Spanish offensive was too strong, and they were slowly slipping into the abyss.

Unstoppable slipping.

Except for that little physical impact on the court, they don't have anything to shoot.

What the national team objectively reflects is the overall level of football in this country. British football is now lagging behind in an overall way, which is all reflected in this game.

The bloody facts are not to be refuted, and even many commentators in England have written manuscripts for the defeat.

Capello's conservatism, Mark's silence, and British football's roughness, they can find thousands of reasons, and all the media are good at this.

But there is only one reason for victory, and that is not wanting to lose.

No one wants to lose on the field.

So this Jedi counterattack-like performance, besides making them crazy and insane, made them fall into a dream and couldn't believe it.

There are no signs!

Without any mental construction, and preparation.

It came so suddenly!

Ma Keqin came suddenly as a savior, burning everyone's already fragile nerves,

Until they were all crying, laughing and crazy, at a loss what to do.

Football be damned, football, great!

"Lore, lore! St. Mark! Ah..." Several people in the BBC studio had lost their minds, and they could only yell at the top of their throats with their faces flushed.

"Ah...", "F**KGOAL", "I LOVE MARK, I LOVE MARK"...

Blurred, dreamy, incredible!

The violent storm that rolled up in South Africa throughout the summer has reached at this moment, blowing every corner of the world.

He became synonymous with miracles.

The Spanish commentators collectively lost their voices, watching this scene in disbelief, watching the director replay the goal just now over and over again, endlessly!

Spain is attacking madly, and their momentum is on.

Then he suddenly jumped into the picture, took the ball, picked a pass from the wing, and made a two-for-two. Even at this moment, many people have not realized the determination of the black-haired boy.

He didn't get in much when he was suppressed the whole game.

So they put more energy into blocking Wayne Rooney, blocking forward receiving spots like Gerrard, just like they did most of the game.

3232 formation, Bosque is really aggressive, or did the one-sided situation make him lose his last sanity?

Trying to kill the game for 90 minutes is like a very tempting cake, within reach, watching the confusion and confusion of the British, no one can hold back.

When Ma Keqin and Gerrard once again made a two-for-one, many Spaniards felt a little bit in their hearts, and the eyes of the frustrated England fans showed brilliance.

The ball passing Alonso with the outside instep can be said to be the crowning touch of this series of processes, and the story officially entered its climax here.

They are 3 defenders, Alonso retreats to the center, what does it mean for him to be passed like this?

No one would have thought of this script, no one would have thought that he would turn the tide in such a way at this time.

Pulled up England, which had slipped into the abyss, and kicked Spain down!

Turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain.

Mark used a long-distance raid that was rarely seen in his career to pave the way for England and his own path to glory!

Although he really can't beat 5 people in a row, although he doesn't have that fancy dribbling skills.

But everyone has witnessed how he used his own way to conquer the world.

His wanton laughter became the best interpretation.

What is football, as long as you use the most correct way to send the ball into the goal, it is the best competitive football!

This path cannot be replicated.

This road is unique.

"Stunning! I am the boss of Malaysia! Great, the ball king Mark Qin, this is completely a ball king-level performance, no less than Maradona in 1986, even better than him", Huang Jianxiang's words are like A machine gun, chug and chug.

"He was born for football, no one can beat him, no one...", he roared heart-piercingly, soul-stirringly, and vividly.

Zhan Jun and Hao Haidong hugged each other fiercely and slapped each other's back vigorously. No one understood how countless people like them in the country were feeling at the moment.

I don't want to say anything, I only wish you a smooth road ahead!

"My God..." Xiao Lizi made the sign of the cross with one hand, "This is a performance crazier than Jordan's."

"Ah...", Wozniacki screamed in the corner, even more excited than she herself won the championship.

"We did it, Mark did it!" Bobby Charlton burst into tears, his hands trembling as he hugged Martin.

"Did you see, Dad, I knew it, Mark would do it, I knew it!" Erdegaard screamed with a blushing face, shaking his father so that he was about to fall apart.

Jonathan and Peter embraced fiercely, and Amin and Issa embraced passionately. There were no words, but actions represented everything.

At this time, the Queen of England and Prince William seemed to be shining again, reappearing their old glory.

Cheers, flashes, silence and ecstasy, formed two completely different camps on the field at this moment, with a strong contrast.

The Spanish players, both on and off the court, stared blankly at their backcourt with blank faces.

Torres held his head, as if returning to the repeat of the Champions League final that year, what else is impossible?

All the whites run wildly towards him.

Bosque raised his hand and couldn't put it down, he had forgotten, and just kept the action of letting the players return to the defense, dumbstruck.

Cassie lay on the ground, staring blankly at the night sky, the tears in the corners of his eyes fell uncontrollably, and his mind went blank.

Where is Mark Qin?

He was still laughing and patting the lawn, he was happy, he was happy, he was so excited that he was about to explode!

Pique, Puyol, and Ma Keqin collided fiercely at the end, and his whole body hurt, but everything could not stop him from laughing wantonly, and the tears of laughter were about to come out.

I was afraid that I would suddenly encounter ecstasy later, this great joy and great sorrow, how many people were at ease, and the crowd was already on the verge of losing control!

The legs of Pique and Puyol were pressed by Mark Qin, but they didn't react at all except staring blankly at the goal. They just stared blankly at what happened.

It was too fast, the situation had changed faster than they could have imagined, even beyond their comprehension.

How and why did this all happen?

It's just that no one will give them an answer right now!

This classic scene is bound to go down in the annals of the World Cup, forever, forever...

"Ah...Mark", Gerrard was the first to run over. Just as he was about to fly up, he stopped the car abruptly, because there were two Spanish players below.

Then Rooney, Lampard, Barry, and more people, including Joe Hart, surrounded the three of them.

Mark laughed wildly, and they also roared, not disturbing this special way of celebration.

The live broadcast camera has been shrouded in this strange picture, one person affects the hearts of thousands of people, and one person affects the emotions of all living beings.

"Haha, whoops, haha", Ma Keqin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, "Huh, ****", he turned his head left and right and glanced at Pique and Puyol who were nearby.

At first they were at a loss, then the three of them were extremely embarrassed, and finally they were disgusted and wanted to separate immediately.

"Hiss...", "Hiss...", as soon as Ma Keqin moved, two gasping sounds came from beside him.

"Oh!" Seeing Mark Qin wanting to stand up, Gerald and the others immediately went over to help him up.

"Mark, your thigh is bleeding, team doctor, call the team doctor," the teammates immediately waved frantically towards the sidelines.

The live broadcast shot gave a close-up of Ma Keqin's thigh standing up. Two gashes started from the top of the left and right knees, at least ten centimeters in length, and the blood was already profuse.

The teammates quickly put him on the ground, not only them, Pique and Puyol held their left ankle and the other held their right ankle, calling their team doctor frantically.

"The three of them seem to be injured." Zhan Jun, who was more professional, was the first to react. "Mark's thigh was cut, and Pique and Puyol seem to have sprained their ankles..."

"Oh...", the madness in the stadium fell silent after seeing this scene, anxiously waiting for the result.

The team doctors on both sides ran over frantically. England quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged Mark Qin. "The skin injury on the front of the thigh is not deep, so it's not a big problem." The team doctor comforted Mark Qin who was lying down while bandaging.

On the other side, "Hiss, it hurts...", "Me too", when the feeling came back, the piercing pain came back immediately, because I was too focused on the goal just now.

The Spanish players surrounded the two of them, "A sprained ankle, it must have been twisted by pressure, and I need to take a film to check the ligaments in depth." Both team doctors shook their heads and said that they must leave the field, and they must not continue the game.

"F**K", immediately a player looked resentfully at a distance not far away, which was also surrounded by white circles.

"Oh, no, it seems to be strained." Ma Keqin just wanted to stand up after bandaging, when he felt a pain in the back of his right thigh.

"Huh? Where?", the team doctor put him down, and immediately asked nervously.

"This", he touched the muscles on the back of his thigh, "it doesn't hurt if you don't move, it started to hurt when you moved just now"

"here?"

"Does it hurt when you press it?"

"Bend the leg", the team doctor lifted his calf and bent the knee.

"No pain, but can't walk hard"

"Understood, it should be a muscle strain on the back of the thigh. Did you feel anything when you shot just now?" the team doctor asked again.

Ma Keqin thought for a while, then shook his head, "I was too focused to pay attention, but at that time I was almost out of energy."

"It should be caused by fatigue, let's change," the team doctor turned to another team doctor.

When the three stretchers came up together, the audience was stunned, and the big screen began to repeat and loop the moment when Mark Qin shot the goal.

Pique and Puyol's shovels were obviously intended to block the shot, but it was still a step too late. Like Cassie, they did not expect Markin to suddenly shoot with his toe while running.

Then Mark Qin fell forward, and their feet hit each other, and they were crushed by Mark Qin's thigh almost at the same time, and then the bodies of the three collided.

After waking up, the three of them became what they are now!

Capello hurriedly arranged for Upson to replace Mark Qin on the field. The team doctor walked up to him and said a few words in his ear, obviously feeling Capello's long sigh of relief.

"Don't say anything, go back to the locker room and deal with it first, we can't miss you when we accept the award!", he said while holding Mark Qin's hand on the stretcher, Mark Qin nodded and gave him a smile back.

Bosque comforted the two main central defenders on the stretcher in a depressed mood, then smiled wryly and shook his head and sat back on the coach's bench.

Substitution, what a fart, he has already used up three substitution quotas, the general situation is over, what can I do...