Green Life

The fans in the stands and before the live broadcast didn't know what happened. They only saw three stretchers carried three players out of the field and went straight to the locker room.

The referee Rossetti was also very surprised. He repeatedly confirmed with the fourth referee and Spain whether there was anything that needed to be changed. Bosque almost asked if he could apply for a rematch!

There are 9 people left in Spain, and apart from Ramos, there is no authentic defender. After the re-kick-off, except for Ramos who stayed in the backcourt, the rest rushed to the frontcourt like crazy.

Even with a trace of tragic!

Ramos caught the ball and drove to the frontcourt with a big kick. They had no other choice except for the last point. Casillas rushed up to replace Ramos, and Ramos also rushed up.

England returned to defense, and no one had any plans to fight back. Capello sternly shouted from the sidelines. If they still can't defend now, they will commit suicide collectively and apologize.

Headed the ball to the top, made a big kick to clear the siege, and was driven back by Cassie. After two or three times, Rossetti looked at his watch. Before the ball landed again, a whistle finally brought the game to an end.

The English people who had been waiting on the sidelines rushed to the field frantically, and the white in the entire stands suddenly exploded.

"Champions, we are the champions, England is the champions...", "Ah...", the BBC studio ushered in a group of crazy foursomes dancing wildly.

Countless beers were thrown directly into the sky, and the crowd in England rushed from the house to the street in an instant, more and more gathered, more and more gathered, "Champion, champion, we are fucking champions..."

Spain was collectively silent, and tears of disappointment fell unnaturally. The players on the field couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground one by one, letting the tears rage.

Lost, we lost!

At the last moment, we should not have lost, we were the better team, we created several times their chances, it should not be the result.

The entire Soccer City Stadium has completely turned into a white world, and the only thing left for red here is frustration.

"Hey..." Ma Keqin, who was receiving simple treatment in the locker room, even though he was lying on the massage chair, still raised his hands and shouted happily.

"Champion, we are the champion", "Hercules Cup, haha", "We won the championship, haha..."

Two masseuses are helping him relax his leg muscles, one on each side.

They didn't let go of their work, but were equally excited to congratulate this young man who has become an absolute superstar.

They feel like a dream!

"Boom", the door was knocked open quickly, and Isabella ran in anxiously, followed by Amin, Jonathan, Peter, and the assistant coach.

"Mark, how are you?" Isa was about to cry, looking anxiously at his legs.

"Don't worry, Isabella," a team doctor and masseur straightened up and said with a smile on his face.

"We will deal with it in a simple way. A slower movement will not affect his acceptance of the award. It will be two or three months slower, and one month sooner. As long as he takes a good rest in summer, there will be no sequelae."

"You scared me to death. Just now I thought..." Isabella said nervously, holding Mark Qin's hand.

"I told you that my brother will be fine," Amin said with his arms around Isabella, "don't worry about it."

Jonathan and Peter also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, this is a minor injury. Fatigue strains are too common in football players' careers.

"Okay, don't worry, I'm fine," Ma Keqin comforted Isabella with a smile.

"I have to go to receive the award in a while, we are now world champions, haha, congratulations to your husband and me..."

Now nothing can suppress his ecstasy, a whole month, 7 games, it doesn't seem like much, and now it finally came to an end, the result, perfect!

Several people asked him to pay more attention, and then pulled Isa who was very reluctant to leave the locker room. This is not a place they could have come in, if Mark Qin hadn't been injured.

"In 1944, in 1944, we finally won the World Cup again, and for the first time we were able to engrave our names on the Hercules Cup," Lineker shouted excitedly, wiping away tears.

"Thanks to the great St. Mark, who directed all of this, and thanks to everyone in the team, who made this summer our best memory," the words were extremely emotional.

Only footballers can understand the feelings of footballers. No matter where they are, when generations strive for a cause, they will write its unique history, hope or loss.

"This is a World Cup that belongs to Mark. He led England all the way forward. He is incomparable. He shocked the world. This is a wonderful result that we dream of but dare not imagine too much. Thank you," Wilson said equally emotionally .

After decades of wind and rain, people's hearts are full of flesh.

After the ecstasy, there is a deep aftertaste, every minute and every moment is satisfaction, surprise and happiness.

England fans this summer are happy, and many players who are on the verge of quitting the national team this year are also happy.

Terry and Lampard hugged each other for a long time, weeping hard, Gerrard covered his face with his hands, squatting on the ground, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, Rooney led a group of young people to run wildly again, Carragher's eyes were red Applause again.

Beckham hugged Capello and cried like a child. Who knows how long he waited for this moment?

“Didn't expect it to be England”

“Didn't expect it to be England”

"I didn't expect it to be England"

Countless people have expressed the same sigh at this moment, Ferguson, Wenger, Beckenbauer, Cruyff...

"England, the champions...", "We are the champions...", the referee Rossetti walked off the field amidst the celebration with the ball in his arms. His work was over.

"Can you give me the ball?" Carragher asked Rossetti who passed by him. "I think Mark would like to keep it as a souvenir."

"Of course", Rossetti handed the ball with a smile.

"Your Majesty, congratulations, you have won the World Cup in South Africa..." South African President Jacob Zuma, FIFA President Sepp Blatter, and even Queen Sofia of Spain all politely congratulated the Queen of England.

There was applause in the stands, but they all felt that something was missing. They all looked towards the exit of the passageway. The cup holding ceremony was about to begin in a while, so why not come out?

Of course they don't understand the actual situation. If they don't come out, it means that they are seriously injured. No one wants this result.

"Boom..." There was a burst of enthusiastic shouting at the exit of the channel, and the director's camera turned around in an instant as if it had been prepared long ago.

"Oh...", "Mark, St. Mark", "He's all right, I told him he'd be all right"...

"Saint Mark, Saint Mark...", the shouts suddenly hit the ground, and the sound shook the sky.

This scene deeply shocked countless fans in front of the TV. The black-haired boy walked out slowly from the tunnel, supported by the team doctor. Slowly, but his face was filled with unconcealable happiness.

Yes, happy, what could be happier than this.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ma, as I said, judging from the situation at the time, it was a strain at most." Huang Jianxiang immediately played it as an afterthought, but he played happily, and he was greatly relieved.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ma, he has become the first person in Chinese history! Unique! 7 assists, breaking the record of assists in a single session. The previous holder is...Maradona", as if roaring from the clouds, only catharsis can meet the situation his passion.

"There are still 8 goals, which also equals the record scored by the alien Ronaldo in 2002 after the 1974 World Cup," Zhan Jun also roared loudly.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable." Hao Haidong shook his head, with an unimaginable expression on his face, "During the game, I watched it one by one, and I didn't think it was so shocking at all, but this time, it's really unbelievable."

Ma Keqin stopped when he walked out of the passageway, and waved to the stands where all the fans could see.

The voice of "Saint Mark" was so earth-shattering that even those celebrities in the political circles found it inconceivable. Countless people's eyes were focused on him, and there was a different kind of demeanor revealed there.

His debut in Liverpool was absolutely shocking, but it was far less shocking than at this moment today.

In the future, his status in world football, especially British football, will be no less than that of Maradona to Argentina!

He is only 19 years old, dumbfounded!

"It's great, it's great, it's great," Mandela, the legendary president of South Africa, said while sitting in the box. He will attend the closing ceremony of the World Cup in a while.

Unexpectedly, watching a great performance in advance will be good for South Africa, and the world will remember this World Cup more because of a Mark Qin in the World Cup in South Africa.

Because of the legend, so the legend!

"Is it okay?" Gerrard and Lampard rushed to Mark Qin's side in ecstasy, and more and more Englishmen gathered.

"There's nothing wrong with it," Mark Qin replied with a big smile.

"Brothers, let's go." A group of people picked up Mark Qin's bandage-wrapped thigh, and suddenly lifted him onto his shoulders.

Like the stars holding the moon, they carried Mark Qin, who was already smiling very happily, and began to circle the field for a circle, receiving the endless cheers from the fans.

At this moment, it does not belong to the Queen of England, it does not belong to the Prince of England, it does not belong to Capello, it does not belong to anyone.

It only belongs to the one that has been resounding all over the world: Ma 18!

"Boom...Saint Mark", "Boom...Saint Mark", every time you walk to a stand, there will be a violent sound, and you will raise your hands and worship.

The whole stand came down like a wave of people, one wave after another, screaming a tsunami.

The staff is tidying up the podium nervously. The Hercules Cup exudes the most dazzling light and has been transferred from the entrance to the podium, where the Queen of England is standing there!

"It's really a dreamy night." Women are always more emotional. Zhao Zhuona crossed her hands and said with starry eyes, "His girlfriend must be very happy now."

Hero, her lover is a hero of the world!

Which woman can refuse such a script and such an arrangement, even though there are no colorful clouds here.

But there are white auspicious clouds.

Capello lost his glasses, which had been misplaced a long time ago, and Beckham is now by his side.

The two of them watched quietly as their teammates surrounded Ma Keqin, walking little by little, smiling very heartily.

"Good luck!", the two sighed almost at the same time, and then smiled at each other without saying a word.

Capello was lamenting that it was time for him to come, and Beckham was lamenting that he was lucky enough to see this scene.

"e...", the championship march suddenly sounded over the stadium, indicating that the awards ceremony is ready.

At this time, Mark Qin was also carried back in a circle, "Well done, Mark, thank you", Capello hugged Mark Qin who had just got off, and it was not easy for him to do so.

"Thank you too, boss, for giving me such a free stage," Mark Qin responded heartily.

The night is bright with stars, here, even more brilliant...