Green Life

When the England bus drove into the stadium, it seemed that the two worlds were separated, and the boundless noise turned into a clear-cut confrontation. You don't need to look at Mark Qin to know that there must be a clear distinction in the stands.

The doomed battle was raging, like a deduced battle, and finally reached its most important place.

That's where it should be, the Olympic Stadium.

"Her Majesty the Queen is here..." Lineker explained reverently. The gray-haired Queen of England in the VIP seat was walking and waving to the audience accompanied by the two princes.

"There are also Football Association officials, celebrities from all walks of life, and the Beckhams. Today, we will witness..." Wilson also said with high spirits. The game has not yet started, but they are already full of fire.

Coincidentally, Italian President Giorgio Giorgio also took the VIP seat at this time. Unfortunately, for many fans, he is far less famous than Berlusconi, who is now facing imprisonment.

"That's Bale and his girlfriend, Jonathan, and Isabella who didn't show up during the European Cup. They all came to the scene, and Mark's old teammate Iaquinta..."

"I heard that he is now a well-known star in China..."

Lineker and Wilson tried their best to introduce every guest in the VIP table to create an atmosphere for this battle of the century.

In front of countless English people, there is already a lot of beer, whether he is at home or in a bar, including the one who came to the scene today, now, their focus is only one.

That was the now-empty lawn below.

The white cross flag and the Italian tricolor flag fluttered windlessly in the stands of the stadium, covering the faces of their respective fans, and the shouts that exposed the torn veins made everything in the stadium burn.

"England, go ahead..."

"Italy, oh, Italy..."

The night had already covered the land at this time, and the entire Kyiv was now brightly lit, but here, it was like daytime.

The time came to seven o'clock in the evening in an impartial manner, and there were less than two hours before the official start of the game.

In England's dressing room, the players are busy but orderly changing their equipment, those wearing earphones, those who are silent, those who make the sign of the cross to pray...

What was revealed was all chilling!

This is a game that cannot be lost.

"Where are Terry and Ashley?", it was about to warm up, Neville was busy counting the number of people, but he didn't see these two people.

Ferdinand was wearing a headset, and he didn't know how he heard it. He gave a thumbs up and pointed behind him. Walking through an aisle around the corner is the bathroom, which is self-explanatory.

"Not coming out yet..." Neville frowned and walked in worriedly. It's not uncommon for the nervous stomach troubles to happen in the past. Now that the two of them are about to come out, they will be troubled.

"Don't wait, wait for me..."

As soon as he entered, Neville was stunned. The two men were holding their murder weapons, aiming their guns at a urinal. However, it seemed that Ashley Cole was a little nervous and couldn't urinate, which delayed the delay. Long.

Looking at the suffocated Terry, Neville shook his head and retreated silently. He had heard about the eccentricity of the Chelsea dressing room, or the superstition of the players. At this time, any inconspicuous things became A lot more serious.

As long as the players can play with confidence.

Even Terry and Ashley Cole, two veterans, feel nervous. It is conceivable that England is under pressure now. This pressure comes from the boundless expectations in the country.

They've longed for this title for far too long.

Neville came out and looked at the players who were still busy but obviously bored. He silently prayed to God in his heart, then looked at Capello and gave him a look that was okay.

At this time, any consolation is ineffective, and the players can only adjust themselves. Capello does not believe that the next door can be much better than his side, and hopes to enter the state as soon as possible after playing.

...

"boom……\

,"exploded.

"The players from England are warming up," Zhan Jun shouted, and a crowd of white people filed out. When the familiar black hair appeared in the field of vision, the decibel went up to a higher level.

"I have nothing to say except to fight for the trophy. This may be the most important game in my coaching career, even more important than the World Cup." Capello took advantage of this time to briefly accept a routine interview in the channel. He immediately returned to the locker room, and he only had a small amount of time to prepare for the opening arrangement.

"Phew", only when he was alone in the locker room would this tough coach take off his glasses and reveal his tired side. He pinched his brows and paced back and forth thinking hard about his opening strategy...

"The Italian team is also coming out, and we finally saw the scene of Pirlo and President Ma competing on the same field," Huang Jianxiang shouted, both excited and indescribable expectation.

After all, the former Italian league, the small World Cup, Buffon, Maldini, Pirlo, Del Piero, Baggio, Recoba, Ronaldo, left a deep impression on them.

The symbol of Pirlo, to a certain extent, represents the midfielder. Now you can see Mark Qin, who is the heir of this classicism, but can be combined with modern football. I am afraid that only experienced fans can understand the meaning of this matchup. .

"In today's football, there are two phenomenal players who score goals after scoring goals. One is Mr. Ma and the other is Muller." Zhang Lu said, "This is not what I said, but what the football emperor Beckenbauer said."

"I want to see whether Mr. Ma wants to compete with Pirlo for control of the midfield today, or use his strengths to attack Pirlo's defensive weaknesses. After all, he is still the strongest firepower in England."

On the screen, Mark Qin, who is passing the ball around the cone and Rooney is warming up while walking, is expressionless and extremely focused, and the same is true for Pirlo on the opposite side.

At this moment, what Balotelli is destined to become a foil, although he may not want to.

"He only has Pirlo in his eyes! "

Before the game, the entire page of the Turin Sports newspaper reported the relationship between the two of them. The Italian media is naturally particularly honored to be regarded as a half-teacher by the most popular star today.

Pirlo has never been so pushed to the forefront. In Milan, there are Kaka, Inzaghi, in Italy, Totti, Cassano, Balotelli.

He will always be the protagonist who is not the protagonist, the commander hidden behind the scenes, but today, he rarely feels a little nervous or excited?

It's just that like Mark Qin, these calculating midfielders have buried their emotions firmly in their hearts.

"I'm a facial paralysis, um, a beautiful facial paralysis, and I hate warming up..." Pirlo continued to walk down the field expressionlessly after finishing the warming up, but, perhaps subconsciously, he began to look for him Lady Luck.

Before they came out, De Rossi and Montolivo touched the number on the back of their jersey like they were touching their lover's skin. Pirlo knew that his teammates were also nervous.

That Mark is really not a fuel-efficient lamp!

With just one interview, he brought the battle between the two teams to an unprecedented level, just as annoying as it was seven years ago.

Just because he appreciates Mark doesn't mean he wants to see him, because when he sees him, he thinks of Istanbul, and when he thinks of Istanbul, he loses sleep, damn it.

"Yo ho...", Sheva opened the champagne with a bang, "What are you doing? It's only half time!", Maldini roared!

"There's nothing to argue about, we've won anyway!" Pirlo said nonchalantly!

Then in the second half, they held hands and gave the opponent a miracle, and also gave them painful memories that they would never forget.

This is why he has been unable to let go of that loss for a long time, because he indulged in celebrating in advance!

"Friends in the audience, friends in the audience, don't go away, don't go away!" Zhan Jun's words became more passionate, like a powder keg that was about to burn out.

"In a short while, England will play against Italy, the 2012 European Cup final, the direct dialogue between Ma Zong and Pirlo, the two generations of midfield masters, will begin soon..."

"The England players walked back to the channel, Mark remained calm as always, wait a moment, we will see the final battle coming...", Lineker shouted!

Isabella subconsciously grasped her palm, feeling her heartbeat getting stronger and stronger. The more she knew, the more nervous she became. Jonathan was also nervous.

The old man didn't know if it was hot or really hot, and he lost his confident demeanor, holding a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat that was slightly oozing from his forehead.

Many people may not know that there is often only one way and one chance to climb the ladder, and it needs the right time and place.

If Baggio won the championship in 1994, if Gascoigne won the championship in 1996, if Ronaldo succeeded in 1998.

That's all different, no matter how many championships you have in the future, you can't get it back, because your believers have always believed that you can rule the world, and if you do it, you will do it.

If you can't do it, this belief will start to collapse, and it will start to be discounted, so Ma Keqin knows that in later generations, Messi and Ronaldo will never be the king of the ball, because they both lost their first chance.

"We have put in all our efforts to reach this moment. Outside, it is the end of your decisive battle..." Capello's majestic voice began to sound again after recovering.

It's just that Mark Qin didn't listen.

He closed his eyes slightly, leaned against the wardrobe behind him, and adjusted his breathing evenly, like an old monk in meditation.

"Goooooaaaaal, Mark, Mark, crazy opening lob, Manchester United were hit hard at the beginning..."

"The goal is scored, Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma, free kick, Liverpool, Liverpool won the league championship..."

"Pique, Mark dodged Pique..., Ma... lob..., Goaaaaal..., King's Landing Camp Nou..."

"Lore, lore, Mark beat Chelsea, Champions League winner, great Mark..."

"Congratulations, Sir Harder, in view of your great football career, we honor you..."

I believe: the place where Lady Luck stands must be behind me, I am absolutely sure!

"Boys, think about how we can kill Spain in South Africa, and today we can do the same with Italy!" Capello's speech seemed to have reached its final climax.

"Let's go, fighters, let everyone outside see that you are the kings of this era!"

He punched hard, sonorous and powerful!

"King, we are kings!"

The adrenaline that erupted before the war came as promised, and the players in England stood up screaming, and then, let's go!

"The final champion belongs to Italy!" Prandelli waved his hand, "Italy...", blue surged out.

The golden championship trophy was placed above the passage, and the final and most important appearance ceremony of the European Cup was played with a bang!

"Oh oh oh..., yay..., in this summer..., in this summer..."

"You are NO.1..."

"As the theme song of the 2012 European Cup is played again, the players of the two teams have officially entered the field!" Zhan Jun's voice broke through the noise.

"The decisive battle begins immediately..."

"Ah, England...", "Italy...", that shouted like Lu Hongzhong.

In this Ukrainian summer...

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