Green Life

"The great river goes to the east to scour all the waves, and the romantic person through the ages..."

"Qianlang died on the beach..."

"I know I'm old when I see him..."

If Pirlo is a literary youth or familiar with Chinese literature, then maybe these sentences will appear in his mind at this moment.

But in fact, he is indeed like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, and his heart is extremely complicated at the moment.

There is a kind of relief, a kind of powerlessness, and a sense of loss.

The world always belongs to young people.

Every brother who suddenly has this sentence in his mind can tell you responsibly, buddy, you are old.

This era has progressed too fast, even though he is from Italy, the birthplace of the Renaissance, but in the football world, in recent years, it is obvious that they are no longer the protagonists.

Pirlo looked at Ma Keqin, who was surrounded by layers of white outside the field, as if he was watching a rising sun, which was full of rays of light...

Of course, this is just a metaphor, but Pirlo really let out a sigh of relief in his heart, although there were too many accidents in this game, and it didn't go very smoothly.

However, he has tried his best, and the current Italian peak is like this. He can't rush up and kill the Quartet like Ronaldo and Mark Qin. That's not Pirlo.

Because Pirlo, who played the front midfielder, was sentenced to death when his career just started!

The defensive midfielder is his world, and it is where he makes the world look at him, but it turns out that in terms of hard power, they really can't beat England, especially in the last ten minutes.

He didn't even fully understand why they suddenly became so passive after scoring just now, as if they were one level behind England.

But Pirlo did see the best Mark Qin, as he said before the game, he will play the best of him to deal with himself!

Pirlo was even a little jealous.

Jealous of why God gave Mark Qin such good talents, talents that he dreamed of.

He can strategize and rebuke Fang Qiu, but he seldom can directly decide a game like Zidane, Messi, and Mark Qin. His deterrence has always been average.

Therefore, in his opinion, Ma Keqin is simply the perfect template for midfielders. His organization, scheduling, and offense are all world-class. He even got a taste of his defense today.

Looking at the boy whose head was covered with bandages, recalling seven years ago, he was even a little strange.

After this game, the football world...

Will rule the world!

"Hey... Mark, God...", listen to the crazy shouts of the stands, and see their enthusiasm.

"Today is God wrapped in a bandage and came to the world...", Lineker was almost at the end of his words.

Timing, location, harmony of people!

Maradona's brilliance in football has just begun to spread around the world, and Michael Jordan has become the spokesperson of the NBA's global strategy, so Mamelo was born in the post-super giant era!

this era!

No Stoichkov, no Troika, no left-footed Suker, no Golden Bomber, no Crying Boys of England, no heartthrob.

The aliens have arrived, the elves of the stadium have fallen, and the bald king of the Bernabéu has also retired.

Just like entering the Warring States period from the Spring and Autumn Period, in this era that should not lack heroes and superstars, people suddenly feel barren, as if the football world is becoming more and more like a big factory.

In this era, it is difficult for you to appreciate the scenery on the court that you can do whatever you want.

Today, however, two old and new representatives of classicism met directly. Pirlo and the others may feel a sense of relief in the future, because the name Mark...

Will represent a dying style, which he then brought to the top of football.

...

"Motta replaced Abate, Di Natale replaced Marchisio, Italy has to give it a go..." Zhan Jun shouted loudly, and the whole stadium was already smelling badly.

Everyone is waiting for the final moment.

But obviously the Italians will not bow their heads, and neither will Prandelli. They played 343, a formation that in Capello's view they are absolutely going to kill themselves.

"Italy is going to die..." Zhang Lu also said the scene that everyone could see at the right time.

Motta's playing has added a midfield point for Italy, which can properly relieve Pirlo's pressure. If it was just the beginning, it might be useful, but now...

With four wingers and Barry Markkin, England's six midfielders are strangling. Now that they are leading, they naturally don't have to press the Italian back line.

"Gareth, keep the back and leave the front to us," Mark Qin said to Barry confidently. He didn't believe that Italy would be able to come back to life in the end.

Good luck, one or two or three.

"Don't worry, I understand." Gareth stared at Di Natale who had just come up, and he was equally confident.

This is the glory that none of them are willing to give up, even an existence like Barry who usually does not show any signs of leakage.

Pirlo is still making his final efforts. The confrontation between the two generations of masters at the beginning of the game is staged again at this moment.

"Mota, give it to Balotelli, stop it, Gerrard, pass it straight...", Zhan Jun shouted, "Chiellini, it's dangerous, Ashley Young almost turned offside..."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...", and in the stands at this moment, there is no longer an England fan sitting still.

They sang loudly, they sang and danced.

Even the whole of England fell into a wild restlessness at this time, as if the climax was about to come.

Mark made a quick attack, which once again forced Pirlo to protect the ball with his back, thus losing the opportunity to pass the ball forward at the first time.

He can easily break through Pirlo, but not the other way around. This may be the most fundamental gap between the two of them now.

It is the difference in style, but also the difference in age.

Pirlo quickly passed it to Motta again and handed over control of the ball. Maybe he can earn a little space by shaking his experience in the game, but now, time does not allow him to do so.

Mark Qin could hear his breath by his side, and he now understood what Mark Qin meant when he said that he had to give everything to pay his respects.

"Mr. Ma is still trying his best to press Pirlo," Zhan Jun said admiringly, "whether it was because of what he said before the game or because of his injury, but today, he really dominated the game."

"It can be called a century-old classic battle," Huang Jianxiang nodded and echoed. Now, England's victory may be a certainty, and everyone is waiting with a tacit understanding.

Italy? Unless a miracle happens!

Will there be a miracle? Balotelli probably thinks there will be, as well as Cassano and Di Natale.

Therefore, after receiving Mota's pass, Di Natale directly made a breakthrough on the wing by relying on speed. The passing space was an inverted triangle. Cassano no longer had a hippie smile, but a rare seriousness.

"Cassano, he goes in the half, Gerrard and Ferdinand close, he brings back, picks the ball..."

What he wants to find is Balotelli who ordered later!

"Joe Hart, hit the ball immediately with one punch," Huang Jianxiang shouted, will there really be a miracle?

Barry, who was at the top of the arc in the penalty area, headed back to make a clearance before Montolivo came up, which was also a ferry.

"Mark..." Lineker yelled frantically.

"President Ma..." Huang Jianxiang also echoed loudly.

Even if they can't hear each other! You can't describe the speed of this moment, this is the handover of two eras!

Mark Qin knew that Pirlo was behind him, so he headed the ball, then turned around quickly, and immediately pulled Pirlo away, simple and rude.

"He actually used his head..." Nonsense, I injured the bridge of the nose, not the skull!

On the other side, De Rossi had no time to return to his position. There was enough space in the midfield to run horses, which made Mark Qin have difficulty in choosing.

But he still used the simplest and most effective method, but it was accurate enough!

"Fatal sticking to the ground..."

A white figure dashed in from the sidewalk like lightning, and Welbeck released his maximum speed.

That is, go, go, go...

"It's a counterattack again... Italy's backcourt is already broken, and there are gaps everywhere..." Zhan Jun shouted.

Everyone knows that once Welbeck's single goal is scored, everything will come to an end.

So many commentators shouted wildly, as if seeing the moment when the door was finally pushed open, Barzagli and Chiellini desperately chased back. This is already a habit in the arena, even if the effect is negligible.

And Panucci, who should be in the position, has been completely left behind by Mark Qin's penetrating ball...

"Welbeck, entered the penalty area, Barzagli, smash..., eh? Penalty? Penalty! Proenka firmly pointed to the penalty spot, it is indeed obvious, there is no doubt that Barzagli hooked down Welbeck trying to open up space for the shot..."

Whether it was Lineker, Zhan Jun or others, they all announced in their hearts the final death penalty in Italy at this time.

"Who will take the penalty?", Lineker continued, "It should be Mark, but he has a hat-trick, maybe he will..."

After all, this is the final, and everyone wants to score. He thinks that maybe Mark Qin will show his spirit.

But this time Mark Qin will not!

"No." Wilson shook his head and said, "This is Mark's chance to tie the scoring record in a single season. He won't let it go. Sure enough..."

Ma Keqin walked over firmly and hugged the ball. Welbeck, who rushed up, nodded without explaining anything.

No need to explain, no need to explain.

"Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma is going to punish you? He wants to have a big four? No, he is going to tie Platini's record of 9 goals in a single game!" Zhan Jun shouted crazily as if he had suddenly reacted.

And Huang Jianxiang also echoed excitedly, "Yes, yes, and it's a brand new history for Ma to score goals every game. After Mark Qin tied Ronaldo's record in the World Cup, he caught up with Ronaldo again in this European Cup. Platini!"

"mark……"

"mark……"

This name, after today, is destined to become a symbol, a symbol, a football identity.

Gerrard is now outside the penalty area, as if watching a legendary story. This story began with Kobic, and today it has reached its peak!

If this is a dream, he would rather not wake up again!

It's not just him. When Ma Keqin walked to the penalty spot with a penalty kick, except for some Italian fans, everyone in the stadium stood up!

Isabella and Jonathan clapped their hands while wiping their tears. This is no longer a penalty, but a monument like Everest, a kind of reverence.

Buffon sighed and stood in front of the goal again. Proenka looked at Mark Qin with shining eyes.

I saw him touching the gauze at the corner of his eyes, and at the moment he blew his whistle, he ran, and then...

The ball flew up gently.

Looking beyond Buffon, who is vainly plunging to the right, looks incomparably...

Well, classic.

"Spoons... spoons..."

"Spoon penalty, Mark, a new record is born, a new European Cup champion is born, a new legend is born..."

"Mark...Mark..."

"Roar...", white, the eyes are all white, this crazy and turbulent white, crazy and intoxicating white.

Dazzling white, size 18.

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