Green Life

Time went back to six years ago, it was the final of the 2006 World Cup, and it was also Buffon, the bald head in front of him made him unforgettable, but fortunately they had the last laugh.

Six years later, time went back to the present, it was also the final, and it was still the spoon, but this time he no longer believed in miracles.

"God, God..., he is the God tonight, the absolute God..., the king of the ball is coming!" Lineker was so excited that he didn't know what else to say.

His eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears. Maybe decades later, when he sat in a wheelchair, he still couldn't forget this game, this battle of conferred gods.

"Champion, champion...", Alan Shearer yelled and hugged Wilson, forgetting that this was a live broadcast room.

They have dreamed countless times that this story will happen to England to make up for the regrets of their careers, but many people, including them, have never thought about it.

It came so suddenly, and so fast!

The wind blows the phoenix trees, the geese pass by and the sound is heard, and as the ball is drawn into the net like an epic masterpiece, the entire Olympic Stadium feels like a magnitude 6 earthquake has occurred in an instant.

If it's a movie, then maybe this is the best ending. If it's an American blockbuster, Isabella will run down, and then the two will kiss affectionately.

Unfortunately, this is reality...

"Mr. Ma, Ma Keqin, Polo King...", Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang roared without any scruples. They believed that all of this had been settled and there was no longer any doubt.

"Seven years of ups and downs, from the first time I broadcast him, from the first documentary we made for Mr. Ma, who would have thought? Who would have dared to think? Such a legend..."

Huang Jianxiang's heart was agitated, and he spoke with emotion, and everything on the screen seemed to leave the weight of history.

The white No. 18 opened his arms and raised his head to the sky. What was left for the camera was a back view of a king. Gerrard and Welbeck were the first to bear the brunt and rushed behind him frantically.

Without further ado, one of them picked up a thigh, and then directly lifted him onto his shoulders, and then more and more whites ran over, surrounded them, and started to parade with their heads raised.

"Hey...England..."

"Hey...champion..."

If it wasn't for the security guards, if it wasn't for the crowds, I believe that the crazy fans would have rushed to the stadium at this moment.

The queen clapped and said to Bobby Charlton next to her, "I never thought I could still see this moment..."

"This is the parade of the king of the ball," Lineker yelled frantically. "This night, no one shines brighter than him. Mark has accomplished an unprecedented feat, and the final four..."

Ma Keqin supported the shoulders of his teammates, looked at the crazy crowd seen from different perspectives, and waved his arms like him again, and thousands of fans were intoxicated by him...

"It turns out that this is what it feels like to be the king of the ball...", he thought to himself, Pele, Maradona, Zidane, have they all been like this?

This is football?

He subconsciously waved his hand in response, and then drew even bigger cheers. Proenka and Pirlo happened to stand together, with their hips crossed, watching from a distance.

Bizarrely, no one stopped the celebration, which was clearly too much for a penalty.

"Does he think he is the king? The referee, do you want to watch him sit on the throne before blowing the whistle?"

Proenka and Pirlo turned around unexpectedly, wanting to see who would be so stupid at this time?

"If you can one day...", Proenka shrugged, "I stopped the watch", he showed his wrist, and then went after the celebrating crowd.

Even with walking.

"Mario...", Pirlo shook his head at Balotelli, even if they were right, so what?

This is the general trend, except for the Italians, all fans will support it, including UEFA and FIFA. As for what the Italians think, who cares? So, don't make fun of yourself.

After all, this is the enthronement of the king of the ball!

modern football world,

Except for Maradona in 1986, who can have such dominance in a competition?

But after all, almost 30 years have passed, and fans all over the world are looking forward to a new champion. This is not sealed by anyone, but recognized by the vast majority of fans.

Now, only he does.

He believes that the news will start to spread at the speed of light on the Internet now, and tomorrow morning, it will bombard the eyes and ears of the whole world, and no one can stop it.

No one can stop it!

"Turn over the Theater of Dreams, come to the Nou Camp, ravage the Bernabeu, win the World Cup, until today, Mark has just arrived at the peak, and he has already written an immortal legend..."

"He is not tall, nor is he the fastest, but he must be the smartest one. He has taught more children how to play football and how to compete..."

"Perhaps, the rules of football will change because of him, and there will be more midfielders in the football world because of him..."

"Maybe, one day he won't be at the peak, maybe one day he will face crying, but not today, not now, the current Mark, flawless..."

Accompanied by Lineker's impromptu speech, and with the tears in the eyes of countless people in the TV film, the ordinary but tall figure walked around the arena.

Ma Keqin was unusually quiet, except for subconsciously waving his hands without any response, no cheers, no excitement, no tears, he had already withdrawn from the world offline.

In fact, he is waiting: OVER!

It should be, I may have completed a career mode at the palace level in one game!

"Mark, Mark..." Capello slapped him awake with a flushed face, "Now...get off, enjoy your time, and then, go to the hospital..."

"The end?"

"Well, the battle is over..."

Gerald and the others slowly put him down, everyone blushed and patted his shoulder, seeming to have a thousand words but didn't know where to start.

For them, Gerrard, Lampard, Terry, Ferdinand, Ashley Cole... Is this not a dream?

"Hmm..." Ma Keqin finally focused his eyes and nodded vigorously, "The end..."

"Hey...", the group of white people ushered in the most violent explosion!

"God is coming, the king of the ball is on the throne!" Crazy Ukrainian night with only one name: Mark! "

Hundreds of reporters and editors only regret that they have lost two hands, and they are afraid that others will grab the headlines.

This piece of information even captured the headlines on the front page of "Time" in an instant, not to mention the headlines of major social media!

The late-night news of countless football TV stations is urgently interrupted: In the upcoming European Cup final, the Chinese superstar Mark was successfully crowned...

Dozens of cities in England started spontaneous parades, and they couldn't wait for the moment when the game ended.

"History will remember this day, a generation of football king Mark Qin will be officially crowned from this moment, he was born for football..."

"Parker, Capello replaced President Ma with Parker..."

"Papa..., St. Mark..., papa..., Ball King Mark...", the stadium was deafening, and the live broadcast was still reluctant to leave the white figure on the sidelines.

Mark Qin hugged almost everyone he could, then faced all four sides and bowed deeply at 90 degrees each.

The field is already boiling...

"The hospital and the ambulance have been arranged,...", the team doctor said inappropriately, and then looked at Capello with a look of bewilderment.

Mark Qin turned his head and looked at Capello, "Let me watch this game, I haven't seen enough..."

"..."

Capello nodded slightly, and signaled to the team doctor. It would only take a few minutes. He could no longer participate in the awards ceremony, so let him fulfill his wish.

And..., thank you!

Capello patted Mark Qin, who was staring at the field, and said in his heart that he was extremely relaxed.

Four years ago, who knows how much pressure he was under to accept the position of England coach. Everyone knows that this is a crater.

But he was lucky, he met Ma Keqin.

He has never felt that being a coach can be so easy, and even some tactical games seem to him to be at his fingertips, which he has never felt before.

He was a famous coach before, but he always gave people a stubborn feeling of excessive force until he became the coach of England.

He is making Mark Qin, and Mark Qin is also making him great. Now he seems to have reached another realm.

This is definitely a good story in football, just like the 58 unbeaten AC Milan in his hands before, even worse.

"Thank you, Mark", he sighed in his heart, maybe it's time for a story to end...

At this moment, a strong thought arose in his heart, it was time to end, it was too perfect to continue.

He actually planned to resign.

As for Capello's thoughts, Mark didn't know much about it, he just focused on every ball on the court.

Although there was no disturbance on both sides, it didn't look like they were playing football at all, but he still watched with gusto.

"3 minutes of stoppage time! The fourth official has indicated the final time, and the game is about to end. Let us wait with Mr. Ma for this great moment..." Zhan Jun shouted.

"There are still three minutes...", the England fans shouted loudly, this kind of spontaneity is unexpectedly neat!

"Three...", in the squares of countless cities in England, roars shook the sky, and the countdown began.

Ma Keqin's heart was like a volcano suddenly opened, and the heat flowed all over his body, numb like an electric shock.

Joe Hart kicked forward with a big kick, and all the players in England stayed in the backcourt, and no one came to grab it.

"Two...", the electric current became more and more intense, and even made his hands tremble a little.

Isabella is now at the entrance of the passage, clenching her little fist tightly in her mouth, excited and worried.

The substitute players and the coaching staff on the sidelines were shoulder to shoulder and lined up, their hearts beating poundingly.

"One...", his heart seemed to have just woken up, and it even jumped out of his throat, which was even more violent than that in the World Cup.

All the guests in the VIP stand stood up spontaneously, ready to applaud, like a ceremony.

Proenka has already begun to raise his hand to look at his watch. The time is measured in seconds, and the time is beginning to fade away, towards the end.

"zero……"

"Beep... beep..."

"Boom...", the whole field exploded, Yinglun, explosion...

"The game is over, England is the champion...", Zhan Jun had to yell to let his voice out...

"Ah...", Lineker, Wilson, and Alan Shearer huddled together. Who needs him to explain!

"Woo..." Ferdinand, Terry and the others sat down on the spot, tears streaming down their faces, unable to control themselves...

The Englishmen on the sidelines rushed into the field frantically, and those on the field also rushed to the sidelines frantically.

All the carnival has just begun!

"Thank you!", Ma Keqin faced the surroundings, bowed once again, and then his eyes were red.

"Mark, Mark...", only if you are in the arena, you can understand how it is a heart-piercing cry, gathered from the stands to the center, echoing endlessly...

"Don't squeeze... Mark has to go to the hospital right away..." The security guards and team doctors who had already been on the alert surrounded Mark Qin...

"Just say one thing, just say one thing, Mark..." The peripheral reporters were also heartbroken.

"Let's go, Mark, I won't be able to go for a while..." the team doctor shouted at him anxiously.

"Well", Ma Keqin turned around again and waved his hand, "Let's go..." I really don't want to go...

"President Ma, he has to go to the hospital first..." Zhan Jun shouted.

"Yes, this is the most important..." Huang Jianxiang said.

This reckless carnival was created by me, as well as the crazy crowd, the waving stands, the legendary, everything... all disappeared the moment he walked into the passage.

A weak, boneless and icy little hand squeezed through layers of crowd to grab his palm, this night is over.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Ma Keqin wiped Isabella's tears with a smile, "Go..."

Very good, really good.

The popping championship ribbon and the green light of ambulances resounding through Kyiv were staged simultaneously in two worlds, on and off the field.

The pinnacle of the champion, the beginning of the crown...

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