Green Life - v6 Chapter 75

“This is the first goal in the semi-final regular time in the 100-year history of the European Cup in Italy! It was made by the bad boy Balotelli! He quickly found the gap between Boateng and Hummels.”

“This is his third goal,” Wilson continued. “Since some misplay in the first game came off early, Balotelli has become the key to the Italian victory in the next three games…”

Balotelli, who scored a goal, ran directly beyond the baseline, staring at the stands with his inexplicable expression, revealing an inexplicable inexplicable!

“Roar…”, his teammates rushed up one by one, among them was Pirlo who resembled an artist’s head, but he could clearly see the vicissitudes of time on his face.

One year older than Gerrard, he is 33. The average star has already considered moving to the United States, but Maqin knows that he will still play in Italy for 5 or 6 years. He is a true model of professional players.

A player 36, 7 can still be the core of the giants, and there are only a few that can be done, Gerrard, Pirlo, Alonso, Zidane, Iniesta…

“Andre is in a much better condition this time than in South Africa two years ago,” Maqin said to himself.

“Do you want to play the final with Andre?” Isabella asked.

“Yeah”, he nodded slightly, unable to rule out this desire in his heart, just like an explanation to the past.

I think he was eager to challenge Zidane! I am old, and I hate not to be born at the same time!

It has always been his regret to fail to compete with those legends, especially those in the midfield.

Although his world has Harvey, Alonso, Messi, Ronaldo, and all kinds of heroes…

But that generation of football is different.

Pirlo may be the only player who has inherited this classic style and played long enough. If he misses this opportunity, he does not know if there is a second chance.

“Italy’s midfielder is still controlled by Pirlo. Germany launched a more aggressive attack, but this should be the rhythm that Italy likes,” Lineker said at this time.

Looking at the chic picking, stopping, turning, letting, and picking, the skill has been exhausted, and the skill is not working, with a rhythm of itself, as if it is a kind of beauty after tempering.

Divide the ball where he should go!

Pirlo’s work is plain, just this one, but he is like a gear transmission rod, able to coordinate the work of all parts of the Italian machine, complete and unified.

“Ozil…, Zhisai…, Podolski, oops, kicked, and Balzali gave him quite a small space.”

With the piglet recovering from injury and in a bad state, Khedira still can’t support the German midfielder. Today’s Germany is slightly rigid and powerful, but the real threat is not much.

“I really want to see if Pirlo can be so easy in front of Mark.” Seeing Buffon toss the ball directly to Pirlo, the latter easily passed Khedira, Reinkel said.

The ball was quickly handed over to Montorivo who pulled the side. If Pirlo is the commander-in-chief, then Montorivo and Cassano are his right-hand men, and many of the last passes are completed by them.

This did not seem to be a particularly good opportunity. Montolivo sent a 30-meter pass directly from the side of the midfield. The problem was that the ball was neither directly behind the defender nor sent directly to Pakistan. Lotley’s feet, but the middle ground between him and defender Boateng, theoretically did not pass.

But football sometimes depends on luck. Today, Italy or Balotelli’s luck is particularly good.

“Oh, Boateng, Balotelli, he wiped it over and drove the ball straight to the penalty area, Balotelli, shot…”

Sometimes classic goals are always full of accidents. In fact, Balotelli’s kick is a bit sloppy. He likes to volley too much, so the conversion rate of shots is actually not high.

But this foot perfectly drew an arc of the outer instep, dodge the attacking Neuer, and went straight into the near corner, the dead corner!

“I’ll go, tsk,” Maqin believed that if Balotelli played 10 more times, he would not be able to play this kind of ball.

“Gooooool…, Balotelli again, scored twice, he broke out completely today…”

“Boateng has to pay a lot of responsibility for this ball. He chose to grab the ball but was easily wiped out by Balotelli. It is a typical mistake of judgment…”

In Makqin’s view, Boateng has never been considered a top-level central defender. Such inexplicable mistakes have been made in his career and he is not stable enough.

After scoring the goal, Bashen took off his shirt in the German penalty area frantically, and made a muscular bodybuilding action, but the two bandages on his back made him a little funny no matter how he looked, instead of showing pride, but important. Yes, the ball is scored.

Italy leads with two goals.

When Italy is leading, it rarely loses…

“Germany is hopeless, let’s prepare to meet Italy.” Maqin picked up his mobile phone and sent a text message to Capello.

“I’m afraid it is,” Capello answered almost in seconds, and it seems that the other side basically agrees with this conclusion.

As an Italian, Capello understands better how difficult it is to win the two-goal leader Italy.

Even if this team is Germany.

In fact, the same is true. The German team, which is two goals behind, may be truly inspired. They were praised by the media all the way and experienced a nightmarish first half.

Italy scored their two goals with a three-footed shot, hammered and hit the nail on the head!

They launched a frenzied bombardment on the restricted area of ​​Italy, but the Italian line of defense is not precarious, but as solid as a rock and as stable as a mountain!

In terms of resistance to attack, they are really at the ancestral level.

“Gomez, header, Chiellini, once again made this German center lose his balance in the air…”

“Müller is on the field, I have been wondering, how can Loew change in such a major game and let Mueller be a substitute?”

“The German team has less and less time. Fifteen minutes have passed since the second half…”

“Germany, corner kick, Özil takes the penalty, good chance…, eh? Who is this, chaos, the ball… the goal, Goal…, the German team sees hope of equalization…”

“Less than 20 minutes before the end of the game, the German team still has a chance. In Italy, Prandelli replaced Cassano. Obviously he will stick to the end of the game…”

In the second half of the second half, the situation suddenly became tense. The commentators could no longer take care of small talk, but Maqin turned off the TV and got up directly.

“Huh? Don’t you watch it?” Isabella asked suspiciously.

“There will be no surprises. Italy will not give Germany a second chance. I am a little tired, so let’s rest early…”

“Put out, push out…” Just as Mark Qin hugged Isabella into his dreamland, Buffon yelled at his teammate in his penalty area.

The game has entered the final stage, and Germany, not only crazy, has been called crazy.

Neuer has entered Italy’s penalty area twice in corner kicks, and Love has also replaced all the offensive players, as long as they can be replaced.

Even Italy, a defense line accustomed to indiscriminate bombing, felt a panic.

“There are too many people in the penalty area! Go out, don’t let them take advantage of the chance…” Buffon has made two world-class saves in a row. In terms of stability, there is no other goalkeeper in the world.

“Will there be a miracle?” Zhan Jun also said nervously, not really nervous, but brought into the atmosphere of the game.

“Germany is carrying out the final suicide attack. Neuer has ran across the midfield line. Italy has been in distress several times in the penalty area just a few minutes ago. German fans are singing all over the field…”

Maybe God does not allow anyone to destroy the encounter between the student and teacher!

“Beep…beep…” When the referee’s whistle sounded, the blue crazily rushed into the field, and the white sat on the floor and wept.

“Italy, Italy, they kept to the end, they were close to the finals, they eliminated the big favorite German team, few people were optimistic about them before the game, but this is Italy”

Huang Jianxiang once again sang, “Great Italy, they will meet with England in the finals, Pirlo and Maqin, a direct dialogue between the two generations of midfield masters…”

“Yes,” Zhan Jun continued, “This will definitely be a classic matchup in the history of the European Cup, and Pirlo and President Ma have met again seven years after they first met…”

“Yes, at that time, President Ma was still a child, and Pirlo was already playing the Champions League final with Gerrard. Today, now, they will meet again in the European Cup final…”

Bashen, who scored twice after the game, became the darling of the media. He has scored four goals in this cup, only two fewer than Maqin, surpassing all other players.

“If my dad comes to watch the football in the finals, I can perform a hat trick…”

“Mark is nothing great, of course we will win the final because I am Balotelli…”

For a time, the talented killer of the Italian striker is world-renowned, with a bad temper and abnormal brain circuits? Who cares, as long as he can score goals!

…

For opponents in the finals, Makqin didn’t care, and meeting Pirlo was only a small wish.

At this point in the European Cup, there is only one game left.

Ultimate… decisive battle!

When the car door opened, Mark Qin was like Zuckerberg who had leaked secrets from generation to generation, with three floors inside and three outside.

The front, back, left and right are full of long guns and short guns!

“Where did you go yesterday?”

“Do you know the result of the game?”

“What do you think of Italy’s opponent in the final?”

“Balotelli threatened to defeat you…”

In three days, there are three days, the player in front of them may become a god! Or ~www.mtlnovel.com~ to leave a century regret!

But in any case, it is the news!

After Zidane, a new generation of football leaders, England’s king, a symbol of victory.

Mark Qin smiled, he was accustomed to not being feared by the dense microphone.

“Seven years ago…”

“He spoke… quiet…”

Just like a lake, a stone is thrown in, he is the focus, and everything else is instantly quiet.

“Andre is half of my teacher. We met at the beginning of my football journey. I will never forget it. He brought me those subtle influences…”

“He is great, whether on or off the court, maybe he doesn’t know what he means to me, but after three days, I will return him with my highest respect…”

“I will show him all my abilities. I think this is the best encounter for me and for him…”

The era has come to an end, and it has come to an opening. Mamelo personally opened his curtain. Now, he wants to close history with lofty respect!

2012, there is no end time, but there is a coming year.

Whatever runs freely in the wind and what shines in the public eye will be complete, brand new, and an era.

In the past, goodbye! To myself is also to the journey.

“His eyes are only Pirlo…” How should I put it, perhaps shocked by a realm and pattern, Maqin’s accident went smoothly, and the reporter automatically gave way for a day.

Looking at this man who was already enough to make people look up, “Balotelli, scoff, don’t tease…”

Neville patted him on the shoulder at the door, and the two turned and walked into the hotel, whispering behind them, getting farther and farther…

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