Green Life - v6 Chapter 74

The reporters guarding the entrance of the hotel where they stayed in England were eager to see through. They watched as groups of players had returned. They still didn’t see Mark Qin, as if the world had evaporated.

For a while, it was like grass growing in the field, all kinds of gossip rushed, and finally Neville saw that the Internet was really endless, so he had to come out and accept an interview.

“The head coach just gave him a half-day off and allowed him to return to the team tomorrow morning. Nothing happened. Don’t guess randomly. He is in good health and has no problems…”

At this moment when a single sentence can set off a thousand waves, Neville, who is known as the big mouth, dare not say much, and he hurried back to the hotel after he introduced the situation on a routine business.

As for Makqin, of course, it was in the hotel where he and Isabella were dating. The hotel adopted extremely strict confidentiality measures. Moreover, Makqin did not come out, so they naturally couldn’t find it.

In view of Isabella’s emergency situation, he is really worried, anyway, going back to the night is also to watch Germany against Italy together in the team, going back tomorrow morning will not affect anything.

Capello didn’t want to open this hole, but who made him the only Mark in England? After making repeated guarantees, he agreed to return to the team early tomorrow morning.

“Sorry, I blamed me for affecting your training, you go back, I’ll be fine…” Isabella whispered to Mark Qin who had just finished the phone call with Capello while sorting the dishes.

Mark Qin smiled, went up and squeezed her little face, “Fool”, a lot of things don’t need to be said, he just knows that she needs him now is enough.

There are too many explanations between two people, and sometimes it is a kind of separation in itself. Although he does not know what is going on, he can still get the general context. At this time, there is no better action than companionship.

“Packed up, come and watch the game with me, let me see who is lucky tonight, and I can play with your husband and me in 3 days…”

“Puff……”

Just like an ordinary family after eating, he arranged for her to clean up the mess, but he sat on the sofa step by step.

However, looking at the back that had been imprinted in the bone, she felt inexplicably at ease.

She likes this feeling!

“In a while, the game between Germany and Italy is about to begin…” BBC Lineker’s older and more handsome face appeared in the camera.

“Oh, a netizen’s message is very interesting, let’s read it…”, he smiled and said to his partner.

“Mark, God, where have you been, come back soon, we know you are dating, but don’t forget the final three days later!”

“Haha…” Wilson and Alan Sheler laughed together, looking in a good mood.

“We know that Mark had almost never left the training base during the European Cup because his girlfriend was not accompanying him. At this important moment, he also needs the strength of his family. The fans are safe, and Mark has nothing to do. I can guarantee… “

Lineker smiled and rounded up Maqin, making Maqin smile too.

“It seems that I am a sinner in all of England…” Isabella was obviously in a better mood, and happily took the snacks and nestled beside Maqin, just like a few years ago.

“It’s fine if you know, someone is jealous of you…”, he stretched out his hand and squeezed her nose and said strangely.

“Huh…creak…”

Seeing Isabella who had recovered his youngest daughter’s mentality, Mark Qin was relieved a lot, and then the two were tired and waited for the start of the game, and the whole of England was also waiting.

Waiting for their opponent in the final.

…

At 8:30 in the evening, the camera finally switched to the field. After the routine opening ceremony, the white and blue colors entered the field simultaneously, preparing to compete for the final ticket.

The familiar Italian captain God Cassie and the small German captain Ram walked in front, and the German-Italian war began immediately.

In fact, it doesn’t matter which team wins, Makqin, because of these two teams, England can’t get any advantage from anyone.

Germany and Italy are representatives of a typical European three-dimensional strong team. Physically, technically, and mentally, England has no strength to gain the upper hand, and it is basically a tie.

It’s just that Italy sticks to their chain of anti-anti-counterfeiting philosophy. After the reform of the German youth training, they have played pass and control. Playing in Spain, England can also play mud puddle tactics, but against these two teams, you can basically give up this idea.

At the same time, Capello is now waiting for the start of the game with all his disciples attentively.

“Germany is obviously unanimously optimistic in the public opinion before the game.” Before the opening, Wilson offered his professional analysis. “Youth, vigor, personal skills, and overall strength are both beautiful and able to win. If you go back ten years, I cannot Imagine this is the former German tank!”

Yes, Bierhof, Klinsmann, Barack, Eisenberg, the typical representatives of that generation of Germany, are no longer symbols of Germany, such as Gomez.

On the contrary, Özil, Muller, Ram, Gotze, Piggy, Podolski, a group of outstandingly skilled little men, took the lead.

“But there is a very interesting statistic,” Lineker continued with a smile. “In the past history of confrontation, Italy has 15 wins, 9 draws and 7 losses. It has a clear upper hand against Germany, and most importantly, if only the competition is considered positive. In recent years, Italy has been unbeaten with 3 wins and 2 draws against Germany!”

“Who do you want to meet?” Isabella mumbled and asked, temporarily calming her mind, and she returned to her usual level, not asking which team you want to play, but who you want to meet.

Mark Qin smiled, his fingers played with the hair behind her head unconsciously, but his eyes looked at the blue number 21 on the court.

Don’t let me down, my teacher!

Seven years, in the blink of an eye, maybe countless nights, they have all dreamed back to Istanbul, that legendary night!

“My God… Crespo… 3:0, 3:0, an incredible score. AC Milan killed the game in the first half.”

“Oh oh oh oh oh, the Champions League champion…haha…”, at halftime, their dressing room opened champagne in advance to celebrate. At that time, the coach was Ancelotti.

“Come on, come on…” A boy ran across the stands under the attention of the relative differences, “We haven’t lost yet, what’s wrong with you, this is not Liverpool!”

He has a hoarse voice and red face!

He screamed and slapped his chest, his palms swollen!

“Let’s ride through the storm together… Let us face the hardship together… One day, it will be bright!”

The immature voices of children resounded from the West Stand, even though they seemed insignificant in this tens of thousands of stadiums.

Slowly, more and more people began to stare at him, and more and more people began to follow him.

who are we?

We are Liverpool!

damn it! Huh! Hypia slammed a fist on the cabinet door, and even saw blood!

“Listen, do you hear?” He roared, the majestic singing voice, as firm as a rock, entered through the wall!

“Damn, it’s…” Gerrard pulled off the shin guards and hissed with red eyes.

This is a desperate aura, this is the call of death, if we lose, we leave with gritted teeth.

but! It will never be…Liverpool!

The red flag is fluttering, the phoenix-like bird is singing joyfully, it is sadness singing…

That is the struggle and tenacity melted into the bones!

Please cut open my veins and see what’s flowing inside, isn’t it, that bright red blood…

“Gerard, Gerrard, penalties, penalties… Alonso, Gooooooooo… my god…”

“Roar……”

see it? As long as you believe, maybe you will create that illusory miracle. Now, the miracle is here!

“Have you seen it, did you see it?” Maybe the boy hadn’t realized that there was no sound in his screaming, but the immature figure was like a lighthouse standing on the bow of the ship!

“Wow, bang, bang, Liverpool…”

“My God…” The last thing left is Dudek’s noodle dancing youth…

That flying youth, then Gerrard, then Alonso, then Pirlo…

“Haha, you kid, I know you, Marco told me, I want to say, good job, you did a **** good job”, Carragher, who was baring his teeth, looked like a bandit.

In this world, few people seem to ride Gerrard’s shoulders…, the beauty of the young man…

“Andre”, Gerrard stopped Pirlo with some embarrassment, as the winner, and the scene like today still made him quite embarrassed.

“Andre, let me delay you for a while”, Maqin, who lives next to you casually, “this kid next to me…well…is from the club echelon, he…is your…fan”

Why is there such a shame? At that time, Gerrard said inwardly, but he had to satisfy the child’s wishes.

Pirlo, who was carrying the silver medal in his hand, was obviously not in high spirits, but due to politeness, he did not obviously refuse.

“It’s you?” But when he looked up clearly, the boy on the big screen during the intermission is now well known.

“It’s me, Mark, I like your style of playing…” Should it be self-confidence or a newborn calf?

Pirlo’s expression revealed a touch of complexity, he still couldn’t accept failure completely, the key is such a way of failure!

And this boy, obviously a diehard loyal to the enemy, now he is holding a poster to find himself, God, did you wear glasses today?

(Hey, where are my glasses…)

It’s just good self-cultivation, and the bright eyes of the teenager made him laugh at himself, shook his head and walked forward!

“Whhhhhh…”

The running posture, the moment of thinking ~www.mtlnovel.com~ had to make Pirlo admit that this poster was carefully selected by this child.

“Here, play well, I hope I can meet you on the court in the future, nasty kid…”

After that, turned and left.

Perhaps, he never thought that in his lifetime, he was the only star to be asked for an autograph by Mark Qin.

He has carefully kept the poster so far, framed it in a photo frame, and stayed with his countless trophies.

He may not be as bright as Zidane, he has never left Italy in his career, and there are few decisive moments, but he, Pirlo, is rarely recognized by Marco Qin, a midfielder!

The real midfielder!

Put it elsewhere, he will die, but here in the organizational midfielder, he is at the top!

It was on that night that Pirlo helped him open the door of football, which affected his style.

His guide can be said to be Marco or Hugh, but Pirlo was the only one who really made his enlightenment at that time.

Football, it can be played like this!

In the blink of an eye, after seven years, they have almost never met each other, but they admire each other and make friends with the world. I wonder if you can give me this opportunity this time, my teacher!

“Cassano, take the ball from the wing, beautiful, this one turns extremely dexterously, crosses, oh? Balotelli, Goaaaaal…”

“Balotelli, it’s Balotelli…, the combination of two bad boys took the lead in opening the door of the German team…”

“This is Italy. After the opening, Germany quickly grasped the initiative and the offensive was like a wave, but it was Italy who took the lead,” Reinkel said. “This is the first time they hit the goal frame!”

Yo? Mark Qin recovered and raised his eyebrows, interesting…

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