Green Life

Mark Qin's amazing long-range shot and Buffon's god-level save immediately made the stadium boil. The skill is beautiful and the defense is wonderful. This is a direct dialogue between superstars.

"If it wasn't Buffon standing in front of the goal, the goal probably would have gone in," Zhan Jun said regretfully, but he was quickly attracted by the situation on the court, "Eh? Buffon, Buffon seems to be injured? Hey Yo, it's a bolt from the blue for Italy..."

There was a sudden chaos in front of Italy's goal. Chiellini looked at Buffon who was lying on the ground, covering his arms and grinning.

The average player is okay, but the goalkeeper is injured and the game cannot continue. Proenka had to suspend the game. The game started less than five minutes...

"I hope Buffon is only flawed," Huang Jianxiang said worriedly, "otherwise it will not only cause a huge blow to Italy, but also greatly reduce the excitement of the game."

"It should be a flaw," Zhang Lu said uncertainly. He is a goalkeeper and is familiar with this situation. The inertial oppression of the whole body..."

As I was talking, the live broadcast played the slow motion just now while the team doctor was treating me, and I saw Mark Qin's curve ball going straight to the dead corner. Can't even touch it.

Goalkeepers have a sense of self-protection in front of the goal, and usually stand a little in front of the goal line, in order to avoid hitting the goal post when making a lateral save, but Mark Qin's ball finally made Buffon vacate and fell back, so will hit.

Zhang Lu took a closer look at the slow motion again, "This angle, if it's mild, it should be a hard injury. The big arm will hurt a lot. If it's serious, it may cause a shoulder dislocation, and if it's more serious, it's a fracture."

It’s good that Zhang Lu didn’t speak, but when he spoke, he almost scared the Italian TV fans to death...

"But looking at Buffon's situation, it shouldn't be so. If it was a serious injury, the team doctor should have let him off the field long ago."

"Damn, can you stop panting when you keep talking!", if resentment can penetrate the screen, Director Zhang probably won't have a good time now.

At this time, the Italian fans raised their throats, looked worriedly at Buffon who was receiving emergency treatment outside the baseline, and prayed that he would be fine, that is the magic needle in front of Italy!

Fortunately, God seems to have heard their prayers. After a brief treatment, Buffon sat up slowly with the support of the team doctor. Although he was still grinning, it seemed that his bones and shoulders were not injured. He tried to move Twist his left arm, then nodded to the team doctor.

That should mean, no problem, I can still go!

"Wow...", when Buffon stood up on the baseline and was about to re-enter the field, the audience applauded thunderously, including the white England fans. This is a tribute to the will to fight.

"Are you sure?" After getting double confirmation from Buffon and the team doctor, Proenka, who had been waiting for a long time, finally nodded and waved his hand to signal Buffon to play again. Mark Qin, who had been waiting for a long time in the corner area, had an expressionless face He finally showed a smile, and he didn't hope that there would be no Buffon in this game.

"Hey, Ji'an," he called out. The place where Buffon was being treated was not far from him. When Buffon turned his head to look at him, he gave a thumbs up.

"This is a tribute among superstars," Zhan Jun shouted when he saw it. "Buffon has a strong will. After a short treatment, he returned to the court..."

"Look at people, Andre, just now you made Mark's life too easy..." When he returned to the penalty area, he seemed to have returned to his own territory, completely forgetting everything, no matter how famous he was, in his Everyone here has to bow their heads and surrender, he yelled to remind every teammate.

This is a war, I am back!

"England's corner kick, President Ma, penalty to the front of the small penalty area, Terry, Buffon..." Zhan Jun shouted, and Buffon flew out,

One-handed the ball out of the penalty area ahead of Terry, defusing the danger and looking as if he had never been injured.

"What a Buffon, Italy's counterattack..."

Momentum is like an invisible buffer, which will spread rapidly on the field. Buffon's will and performance made Italy's momentum, which was somewhat suppressed by accident at the beginning, great, and Mark Qin failed to take the first place due to a corner kick this time. Guard Pirlo for a while.

"Cassano, get out of the way of Lampard, hand it over to Pirlo, Pirlo, long pass..." At this time, Pirlo finally showed his bloody fangs, and a long pass from 40 meters away directly It was sent to the front of Balotelli who was pulled to the wing, giving him sufficient space to sprint.

"Balotelli, Pirlo passed the ball just right, and only Glenn Johnson and Ashley Cole are left behind England..." Huang Jianxiang shouted, "This is Italy's chance"

At this time, Balotelli, if he is on Hot Wheels and has a cherry gun in his hand, he is definitely a blackboard red boy with flaming eyes. What Mark Pirlo, he is the "theone" on the field!

"Balotelli, he got the ball, Glenn Johnson, Balotelli, speeding up the cut... After the semifinals, his confidence is really bursting...", Zhan Jun shouted.

At this time, Glen Johnson and Ashley Cole are like two central defenders, attracted by Balotelli into the penalty area. If it is safer, he can pause for a while at this time, and there will definitely be teammates on both sides to keep up, but At this time, he only had eyes on the goal.

"Balotelli..., shoot...", Zhan Jun roared, he couldn't do without shouting, because Balotelli's shot was powerful and heavy, it looked extremely violent, and he was so explosive that he flew into the air after finishing the action But, one can imagine the power he used for this foot!

"Huh...", "Crack...", "Boom...", "Om..."

Like a flash of lightning, Balotelli only took a few steps in front of the penalty area and then violently volleyed. The speed was too fast, and Joe Hart had time to subconsciously raise his hand to block it, because the ball was unbiased and had no angle. It came straight over his head.

The ball brushed against his palm slightly, then hit the crossbar with a "duang" sound, buzzed, and bounced directly out of the penalty area. One can imagine the power of this shot!

"Balotelli, whoops..., good shot..."

"What a fart," Mark Qin, who was back on defense, slandered. He had at least three ways to definitely send the ball into the goal when he encountered this situation, and he would not choose this flashy way. Balotelli will be complacent if he scores the same goal.

"Glenn Johnson, hurry up and make a header...", the game is still going on, the players on the field don't have time to think too much, most of the players have just run from the Italian half to the England half.

"After Mr. Ma created a dangerous situation for Italy, they immediately responded..." Zhan Jun was still thinking about Balotelli's shot just now, but Huang Jianxiang interrupted him.

"Mr. Ma is back, Pirlo, fight for the top...", the ball just now was pushed to the frontcourt by Glenn Johnson, and it happened to come to the heads of Mark Qin and Pirlo, and Pirlo also changed the way he just started Leisurely, obviously more active, two people who seldom fight for headers, collided fiercely in the air!

"Ah...", Mark Qin hit the ball, and then Pirlo's forehead firmly hit the bridge of his nose that turned around due to shaking his head, screaming.

Come on down!

"Hmm...", the England fans in the stands and before the live broadcast subconsciously covered their mouths, as if they couldn't believe this scene, and the blood spilled from Mark Qin's nostrils when he landed made them even more terrified!

"Hurry up..." Capello hurriedly called the team doctor to the field, not caring about whether the referee stopped the game. Of course, Proenka would not steal the show at this time.

"My God, this game is really..." Zhan Jun said incredulously, "This game is less than ten minutes old, and the situation is frequent. I hope Mr. Ma will be fine..."

At this time, there are not many fans who are praying to the sky with their hands clasped together. If Italy loses Buffon, it is just a bone injury, then England loses Mark Qin, and it will definitely be shattered. The surrounding teammates quickly ran over to check his situation. , Pirlo, who landed on the ground, also felt that something was wrong. He glanced at Mark Qin's terrifying face at the moment, and quickly waved to the off-court, telling the England team doctor to come quickly.

"This...", Zhang Lu didn't know what to say, but Isabella stood up in the stands and was about to run down. Jonathan grabbed him, with the same worried eyes, but firm Shaking his head, now is not the time for them to participate.

"My God...", Lineker and Wilson, who had hardly seen this kind of situation, were stupid. Usually this kind of work is done by Barry, Gerald, and Carol. Maxine knows his body The conditions are average, and this kind of exhausted movement is rarely used to prevent injuries.

Perhaps, he was really excited today.

"God bless, God bless...", Lineker kept crossing his chest. If England loses Mark Qin, this final will undoubtedly be lost!

England's team doctors came up at least three, together with Mark Qin's teammates, immediately surrounded him layer by layer, making it impossible for the outside world to know his situation, and Pirlo was explaining to the referee and Gerrard who also came over The situation just now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. I was running for the ball. It's just that at that time, you know..." He shrugged helplessly, and he was very unwilling to have this situation happen. After the game, he can predict how the media and England fans will spray him after the game.

Death threats are pediatrics!

Both Proenka and Gerrard nodded and accepted his explanation. After all, everyone saw the situation and it was just an accident. Moreover, with Pirlo's style of play for so many years, he would definitely not be like some bad players. Like garbage, intentionally hurting the opponent.

It’s just that Gerrard is also very worried. From time to time, he observes the situation next to him from the corner of his eye. How can he not know how much England relies on Mark Qin? The soul is faith!

Ever since Mark Qin was helped by Capello, England has almost never failed in a big game. This belief or superstition has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of every team member and even every fan. They have accomplished decades without success. How to break through the shackles?

Looking at the faces of his teammates now, one can tell that apart from worry, there is obviously a kind of panic and anxiety. They are worried, worried about losing their souls.

Soreness, numbness, pain, loss of consciousness, and even feeling that the nose is not his own, only the salty mouth, and then the sky he looked up at was instantly covered by countless heads.

Ma Keqin had mixed feelings in an instant, and his heart fell straight to the bottom. He still felt a little bit about his own injuries. Damn, I wouldn’t fall here... That feeling is as disgusting as swallowing ten thousand flies , he came here full of confidence and fighting spirit, but in the end...

F**k..., then Ma Keqin will definitely raise 10,000 middle fingers to the sky, without repeating the pattern!

"Stop the bleeding first, take it easy..."

"Delfar, check if Mark has a concussion..."

Perhaps these England team doctors have never shown such efficiency. They quickly knelt beside Mark Qin, opened the first-aid kit with the fastest speed in history, and took out gauze and hemostatic bandages...

"Mark, tell me, how much is this? Can you see it clearly? What is this..." The face that was probably called Delfar anxiously waved three fingers in front of his eyes. The dizzy Ma Keqin wanted to vomit blood, why no matter which team's team doctor came up, he always hit three, and he was right.

Seeing that Ma Keqin didn't respond to him immediately, this guy was obviously frightened, so he quickly took out the flashlight and tried to look at his pupils.

"Hmmmmmm...", Ma Keqin quickly raised his hand and stretched out three fingers, then pointed to his mouth which was being cleaned of blood, indicating that he could not speak.

"Huh...", Delfar breathed a sigh of relief, "How many..."

Ma Keqin stretched out two fingers again, wondering who the team doctor was!

"Mark", the team doctor who gave orders just now, who was obviously the leader, nodded, and after cleaning up the blood, he said carefully to Mark Qin, "Can you feel pain in your nose now?"

Ma Keqin frowned for a moment, then shook his head slightly, causing him to frown slightly, "I'm going to touch the bridge of your nose lightly now, and if you feel something, you should tell me right away, okay?"

"Hiss..." Needless to say, the cold air from the corner of his mouth had already told everyone the result, which made everyone around feel their hearts sink.

"Deng", "This...", Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang watched Proenka go over and exchange a few words with the England team doctor, and then made a gesture for a stretcher to go on the field, their hearts thumped, and their beating suddenly accelerated!

"My God...", Lineker and Wilson howled miserably...

"F**k", Capello's face was gloomy, and he dropped the mineral water in his hand. The entire England bench and the stands above were suddenly dead silent. The English players on the field seemed to have lost their souls. He looked at Ma Keqin who was being carried on the stretcher without focus.

"Hmm...", Isabella tightly covered her mouth, so as not to let herself cry out...

"How?" Capello asked anxiously at the moment when the team doctor carried Mark Qin off the field. The appearance of Mark Qin wearing a protective mask made his heart sink directly to the bottom of the valley.

"Doo...", "Fucking cheer me up...", Proenka's whistle and Gerrard's roar sounded at the same time, the game will continue, England will play 10 against 11.

As long as there is still a chance, Capello will never replace Mark Qin. This is something everyone knows, so before the final decision, they can only resist!

The camera continued to broadcast, but from time to time, it showed Mark Qin on the sidelines, surrounded by layers, as if there was more important than the game on the field!

"Carroll is back, and England is fully contracted. They will survive this period of time... I hope Mr. Ma can come back smoothly..." Zhan Jun said in a low voice. Although it seems hopeless, it seems that everyone They are unwilling to give up this hope.

"The Tathagata Buddha, or God, or some kind of Sanxian Shenliu... No matter who of you is working, I just want to say, I don't want him now, I don't want to, the end...not at all!", Mark Qin looked This busy posture also felt the seriousness of the situation, and he shouted frantically in his heart.

"Are you sure?" At this time, Capello's face was as black as carbon. If the team doctor didn't know that this was not aimed at him, he might think that Capello was going to eat him.

He nodded with difficulty, "Our preliminary estimate...is...is...a broken bone", as if he had made a great determination, "It's just that the severity still needs to be taken to the hospital for filming..., we suggest, suggest...replacement "After saying this sentence, the team doctor seemed to lose all his strength.

Of course he knew how much he would be responsible for the substitution, which was the attention of thousands of fans and organizations all over the world in England. Once he made a wrong diagnosis, he couldn't even imagine the consequences!

"hiss……"

"Hiss...", the surrounding coaching staff gasped subconsciously. At this time, in this kind of game, who would dare to change Mark, who would dare to change him?

"England was quite passive, they were almost suppressed in the 30-meter zone of their own side, Cassano, he was quite active on the wing, came again, walked back, sent to the penalty area, Pirlo, the elevator ball... ..." Zhan Jun shouted loudly.

"Boom...", Joe Hart jumped up high, like a thunderbolt, and hit the ball high off the crossbar. Fortunately, the angle of the ball was not so tricky, but when he got up, his face was gloomy, and he always had to subconsciously Taking a quick look at the sidelines, it was like a big stone was stuck in his chest!

"Huh...", "Huh...", both Rooney and Gerrard were panting heavily. During this period of time, they were back and forth in front of the penalty area and on the side to cover their positions. The pressure can be imagined, but the key is the anxiety in their hearts!

"Are you sure?" Capello asked again in disbelief. In the stands, even the Queen of England stood up, looked down from time to time, and muttered to her children. They said, "How, what's the matter?"

"Substitution!"

"Substitution?"

"Substitution...", Lineker seemed to have been drained of all his strength, as if all hope had been shattered, the bars in England were dead silent, the stands were silent, and the queen sat back on her seat with a snap.

For many people, only when you are about to lose the moment, you can realize how precious he is.

"...", Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang were speechless, and they didn't know what to say. They were used to Ma Keqin fighting in all directions, used to him setting the battlefield, used to him, he was omnipotent...

"Beep...", Proenka stopped the game again.

"Mark...you...you may have a broken nose, we need to send you right away..." It was still the team doctor, he was the only one to do such unlucky things.

Ma Keqin, who lay down for a while, closed his eyes and exhaled, as if the heart he had been carrying had finally let go. Although it was not a good result, it was a result after all.

isn't it?

Milner was already changing equipment in a hurry. Capello sat back on the coaching bench in a slumped manner, as if he wanted to digest the bitter result. Neville was urgently contacting the match officials with the hospital. The team doctors surrounded Mark Qin, trying to lift the Stretcher back to the locker room.

It's just that Ma Keqin didn't cry, it's just that he had a concussion!

"Put me down..." He held the mask with one hand and sat up with the stretcher in the other. This frightened the team doctor who was carrying the stretcher, so he quickly stopped and slowly put him on the ground.

"Get me a protective mask..."

"Ok?"

"Huh?" Capello turned his head and saw the stretcher stopped in surprise, and immediately got up and walked over.

"Wait..." Milner stopped the fourth referee who was about to check his equipment...

"There is a situation, the stretcher has stopped..." Lineker and Zhan Jun actually said in unison...

"Give me a mask...", maybe just recovering, Ma Keqin actually got off the stretcher and said it again, but his request scared the team doctor into a fool.

"Mark, you need to go to the hospital now..." Despite all his reluctance, Capello had to announce the result, "Your bridge of the nose may be broken..."

The Italian players who were waiting for a corner kick did not urge the referee, and Pirlo in the corner kick also turned his head and looked at the England bench, with inexplicable expectations in his heart.

"No..." Capello shook his head subconsciously, but was stopped by Mark Qin, "Boss, I know my own nose, it's not that serious, if it's completely broken, it's not on my face now up"

"A nose can't kill a person..."

"I can't give up on this game..."

"...", except for Capello, no one dared to make a decision for him at this time, but even Capello was very entangled at this time, whether to go left or right...

Mark Qin smiled, as if it affected his injury, and made him frowned unconsciously, "Team doctor, get me a protective mask..." He pushed through the crowd and walked to the sidelines, holding the temporary mask with one hand. Mask, gesture to the field with one hand.

"Boom...", the entire stand was about to explode, and the England fans shouted frantically, crazy, red-faced, heart-piercing!

"Roar...", the silent bar finally broke out in depression, no one knew why, but they just wanted to shout, to roar, to hysterical!

"President Ma...", Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang even had the urge to burst into tears...

"Mark..." Lineker roared frantically.

Mark, Mark, what does the name represent, a symbol? a spirit? It is still a banner of faith, and it is vividly performed in this green and shaded area!

He can't control many things, but enough to control the emotions of this green shade!

"Are you sure?" Capello asked the team doctor again.

"I'm not sure at all...", the team doctor was about to go crazy, he shouted hysterically in his heart, his heart was pounding, how could I know if there would be more serious consequences if he wore a mask , I'm not God, you know whoever approves it, just ask!

Two balls of hemostatic cotton balls were stuffed in the nostrils, like two little ivory Mark Qin. The image at this time was actually a bit funny, but no one laughed, and instead, there was a rush of blood in their hearts.

"Bring it, I will bear all the consequences alone..." The mask was in the first aid kit, but looking at the team doctor who was still hesitating there, Mark Qin turned his head and said firmly to Capello and him, and then Nodding solemnly, that means, I know what I'm doing!

Proenka hesitated. Originally, the game was not allowed to be interrupted like this, but when the injured man was called Mark, he couldn't help but be careless, because he not only represented England, but also represented a large part of the influence of the European Cup.

"He will insist on playing with an injury! Judging from the substitution just now, Mr. Ma's injury is definitely not a minor injury, but he is back, and he can't let go of this game..." Zhan Jun shouted excitedly.

"Mark is back, and the team doctor is putting on a mask for him. Now the audience and all the fans in front of the TV are waiting for the moment when he re-enters the field. Mark, the great leader..." Lineker said emotionally.

"Put an X-shaped bandage on the bridge of the nose, and then put on the mask. Pay attention, put cotton gauze underneath, and wrap the bandage around the head firmly..." Several team doctors surrounded Mark Qin's head again Get busy, the package is finished, I don't know if it will become a rice dumpling.

"Great fighting spirit. At this moment, I think of the Dutch godfather Cruyff and football emperor Beckbauer. They all faced this moment, but they also relied on their tenacity to finish the game with injuries. Let us Bless Mr. Ma..." Zhan Jun lost his composure completely, his eyes were red, and he kept talking, nagging like an old woman.

The camera carefully shows how Mark Qin turns into a masked man, then from masked man to Zorro, and then to a mummy...

In order to avoid the damage caused by the collision to the greatest extent, the team doctor had to wrap his face with three layers of gauze, and then use a mask to support the skeleton in the middle. Now only two eyes are leaking from the upper part of his face. , two nostrils, two ears...

"You are with the glory..., you are with the majesty...", gradually, the England fans in the stands stood up spontaneously, touching their chests with their left hands, and a loud and resounding song resounded from the stadium...

"You are with the glory..." All the England fans in the bar and in front of the TV put their left hands on their chests, and Isabella stared blankly at the audience...

Touching the gauze like rice dumplings, Ma Keqin smiled silently, but no one could see it, and then he walked to the sidelines firmly.

And then, raised that still firm right hand...

Exploding...

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