Green Life

"Glory is an unyielding persistence. Glory is an unbreakable fighting spirit. Glory means that you can see it at any time. I am here to walk with you!"

Zhan Jun sonorously seemed to be reciting a battle song, and the Olympic Stadium, at this moment, has transcended competition and competition, only for the bandaged figure.

"Great people will be written into great history!" Lineker and Wilson both stood consciously, with their left hands on their chests, and paid the highest respect to that figure!

The audience applauded like thunder, regardless of blue or white.

At this time, I don't know how many people's blood is surging, wishing to fight side by side with him in person, and I don't know how many people's eyes are sour, and they have to be wounded to be wrapped up like this.

But Ma Keqin still walked firmly, even though he walked very slowly. This special headgear almost seemed to isolate him from the world, and he needed to get used to it slowly.

In the gauze that no one can see, although he has been sprayed with pain reliever and detumescence spray, it is not a small bruise after all. There are bloodshot eyes, that is the edema that is bound to be caused by injuries to muscles and bones!

The fans in the bar didn't dare to breathe. They all stood with their left hands on their chests, silently watching the tall figure at this moment. They were afraid that their souls would be blown away with a little effort...

Ma Keqin slowly ran to the front of the penalty area, as if he was performing a silent movie, his heavy breathing seemed to be clearly audible at this moment, and there were... 80 minutes.

Capello stared at him, Isabella, Jonathan, Charlton, the Queen of England..., "In the football world, he is the embodiment of perfection, he is the angel of God...", I don't know which famous The football reporter wrote this in his manuscript at the moment.

All the English players injected a force into their hearts, as if their souls had finally returned to their place, and the Italians also aroused sincere admiration from the bottom of their hearts. Pirlo gave Mark Qin a thumbs up from a distance, secretly relieved tone.

"Beep...", Proenka's whistle resumed the rhythm of the world again, and the game restarted!

"Pirlo came to take a corner kick...", Zhan Jun had to pull his perspective back to the game again. Mark Qin jogged on the corner of the penalty area, as if looking at the world through the crack of the door, but this still couldn't stop him from looking for Pirlo .

"Pirlo, take a corner kick, it's a late point..." Huang Jianxiang said, there was a surge in England's penalty area, shouting, Terry took two steps back and jumped up vigorously, grabbing the header before Barzagli and rubbing, Pushing the ball to the sideline on the other side, Pirlo's ball fell too fast, which is all he can do.

"Terry made a clearance, Panucci, Panucci intercepted the ball on the sideline and made a pass again..." Before Ashley Cole made a save, Panucci sent the ball back into the penalty area again, at this moment Almost all of the highs are in the penalty area, and Mark Qin would do the same.

"Chiellini, and Ferdinand competed for the top, the ball is still in the penalty area, there is some confusion..." Zhan Jun shouted, the ball that was pushed up again slowly fell from the air, making it difficult for anyone to deal with it. At that moment, a figure from outside the restricted area rushed in.

"Be careful...", Joe Hart yelled, Lampard leaped up sideways to make a clearance, but the angle of the ball was too awkward, "Boom", the sprinting and leaping De Rossi took the lead this time With the upper hand, he was half a head taller than Lampard. Perhaps it was Mark Qin's return to the field that made their tense spirits unavoidably relieved, which led to the negligence at this moment.

"De Rossi..., this ball..., eh?, Go in? Go in! The goal went in, Italy took the lead..." Zhan Jun shouted, "Despite the ball pushed out by De Rossi Slowly, but still drew a parabola, crossed Joe Hart's ten fingers..."

"Goaaaalllll...", the Italian narrator yelled frantically, Prandelli hugged his assistants excitedly,

The timing of this ball is too good!

"Hey...", De Rossi got up and gathered outside the baseline with that jumping blue. The Italian fans in the stands were crazy. Only the white England fans didn't even know what to do. In this game, They experienced too many ups and downs.

"Italy scored first," Lineker said in a low voice, seemingly not expecting this result, "but it's okay..." he shouted again.

Mark Qin accompanied Pirlo to watch the whole process of scoring on the other sideline, and sighed slightly. Everything is really not going well today. They actually conceded the ball at this time. This was when they started their momentum. I also don't want him to be so perfect easily.

One can imagine the mood of his teammates at this time, some of them were still staring blankly at the ball in the goal and didn't remember it, why, did they just concede the ball?

"Papa..." Ma Keqin raised his hands and clapped his hands in the air while walking in a circle. The injury on the bridge of his nose could no longer make him yell. He had to use another way to motivate his teammates Fortunately, the tens of thousands of British fans in this stadium are all his mouthpieces.

Hit the palms twice, and then stretch out the index fingers with both hands forward, this is silent, but like a big bell!

"Papa...", more and more, "England...", "Papa...Saint Mark...", "Papa..., England...", it seems like a dream come back, back then, he It was also in the stands that the sleeping Liverpool stands were awakened in this way, and now, in another venue, on another screen, the old things repeat themselves.

What kind of story is that indomitable but firm figure telling? Only follow! "Papa...England...", Lineker and the others were not commenting, but followed the rhythm, forging ahead, roaring, and then his teammates.

They returned to their respective positions with resolute expressions, and the shouts of blue and white were like the realms of two saints colliding. In tonight's Olympics, they never sleep.

"England, this is Mr. Ma, their fighting spirit is high..." Zhan Jun shouted incoherently. There are too many things beyond competition in this game, which makes people crazy and excited!

Capello stood on the sidelines with his chest crossed, indifferent. Whether it was the fellow Italians celebrating wildly next to him or himself, he knew that this game had deviated from their original preset track. All he needed to do now was to watch Watching the rest of the game.

Race again, start over!

And that figure who was wrapped in bandages and running left and right, no matter where he was, was eye-catching like a bright light and shining like a jewel. No one knew how much sweat was flowing out under the layers of gauze, or what he was thinking.

"Mark, direct the arc ball to the back of the penalty area and look for Rooney, Rooney...to the top...", Lineker roared, with a "bang", the football missed the post, and Rooney got up Glancing at Balzali who was so crowded that he lost his balance, he turned his head and walked away.

"Pirlo, Mark went up again," Wilson shouted excitedly, "He won't fall, he'll never fall..."

It’s just that the wrapped gauze still affected his feeling, making him feel as if he was a beat slower, and Pirlo also seemed to be facing a big enemy, obviously strengthening the protection of the ball and the concealment of the ball. Out of 120% spirit.

"Italy has entered their usual rhythm, they are luring the England team to press forward", Zhan Jun said, "Pirlo is too experienced", the ball keeps passing in Italy's midfield, as long as England is slightly oppressed, They will interrupt the forward advance by themselves.

Ma Keqin waved his hand back. He believed that his teammates could see it, and then he pushed towards the retreating Pirlo again without hesitation. The burning pain on the bridge of his nose inspired complete madness in his bones, but if he wasn't crazy, he didn't know that he was still alive. Can you resist it?

"England pressed across the board... They launched a crazy frontcourt press!" Huang Jianxiang suddenly shouted, and Capello's heart beat suddenly accelerated, and he seemed to feel the tense and crazy atmosphere.

"Pirlo, he ran almost parallel to Buffon..." Zhan Jun shouted, "Pirlo, Buffon returned it to him, and they are still conducting in the penalty area..." In his tone, he was anxious .

Anyone who understands football can see that Italy or Pirlo is now grinding England. England looks very aggressive, but it is Italy who takes the initiative tactically.

"Look at Chiellini", Mark Qin yelled at Carroll, then gritted his teeth to suppress the tearing pain, and rushed up again without hesitation, towards Pirlo, because he had already seen Pirlo posing right leg.

"Bang...", "Hoo...", he jumped up without any scruples, and the ball flew past his scalp, startling countless people in cold sweat.

The ball was aimed at Balotelli on the side of the frontcourt, but Mark Qin's oppression still affected Pirlo's power. He wanted to find Balotelli's feet and let him stop and attack. As a result, now When the ball reached his head, Glenn Johnson jumped behind him with all his strength, and then there was a "bang", and the sound pickers on the sidelines seemed to feel the wild intensity...

"F**kyou!"

"F**Kyou!", Balotelli yelled when he got up from the ground, and Glenn Johnson also did his part. They have confronted each other in the Premier League.

The foreheads of the two people pressed together angrily, and each spouted trash talk that the other party might not be able to understand at all. The whole audience was full of noise, "Duddu..." and Proenka's screaming whistle.

The stimulation of pain and full of blood are making this match more and more full of gunpowder!

"Both teams are angry now. There have been too many accidents in this game, which will be a great test for the players' psychology..., especially England..."

"That's right." Zhang Lu had a rare serious face. "It is estimated that the English players now have a sense of tragedy in their hearts. This is caused by President Ma's injury and accidental conceding a goal. They have to adjust their mentality as soon as possible."

After landing, Mark Qin shook his head slightly. The moment he jumped and landed hard just now, his whole head was tingling. He knew it was caused by the impact of the injury.

"Mark, are you okay?" Pirlo saw that the frontcourt had stopped the game, and came over to express his concern. Mark raised his hands diligently and slowed down with his knees. Now he knows that the former Cruyff , Beckenbauer, and Jordan with a high fever, how difficult it is.

It sounds exciting, but only when the pain falls on me, can I know how painful and uncomfortable it is. Without the will to move forward, you may fall down at any time.

He looked up to the backcourt...

"Papa", this time it was not applause, but two yellow cards drawn out by Proenka. He suppressed the restlessness that might have exceeded the range in time. De Rossi hugged Cassano, who was looking for trouble, and put He pulled back, and Lampard also cut off Glenn Johnson, who was still cursing.

"!, calm down, calm down", Capello kept pressing down his hands on the sidelines, his forehead was slightly sweaty, while Isabella in the stands was still staring at Mark Qin firmly, tears could not stop. Everything today has gone beyond what she can understand.

This has nothing to do with trophies, it has nothing to do with championships, it is just that in this life, some pursuits are better than life. Of course, it does not require you to really die, but it requires you to surpass yourself and the shackles of your body to show the powerful. Will, this, is about glory.

This is the glory of surpassing oneself, the glory of never giving up, and the glory of the brave!

Ma Keqin slowly ran towards his backcourt again, firmly like a walker...

Walker, boundless...

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