Green Life - v6 Chapter 77

When the England bus drove into the stadium, it was as if the two worlds were separated, and the boundless noise turned into a clear-cut air confrontation. You don’t need to look at Maqin to know that the stands must be clear.

That doomed war, like a deduced battle, finally reached its most important place.

It’s also the place to come, the Olympic Stadium.

“Your Majesty is here…” Lineker replied in admiration. The gray-haired Queen of England on the VIP table was walking with the two princes and waving to the audience.

“There are also FA officials, celebrities from all walks of life, and the Beckhams are here. Today, we will witness…” Wilson also said loudly. The game has not yet started, but they have already hidden the fire.

Coincidentally, Italian President George was also sitting on the VIP seat at this time, but for many fans, he is far less famous than Berlusconi, who is now facing imprisonment.

“That’s Bell and his girlfriend, Jonathan, and Isabella who hasn’t appeared during the European Cup. They all came to the scene, and Mark’s old teammate Iaquinta…”

“I heard that he is now a household star in China…”

Lineker and Wilson introduced every guest on the VIP table to exaggerate the atmosphere for the war of the century.

In front of countless English people, they are already full of beer, whether he is at home, or in a bar, including those who came to the scene today, now they have only one focus.

That is the lawn below that is now empty.

The white cross flag and the Italian tricolor flag danced windlessly on the stadium stands, smearing the faces of their respective fans, and the torn green veins exposed shouts, making everything in the stadium burning.

“England, go ahead…”

“Italy, oh, Italy…”

The night has already covered the earth, and the entire Kiev is now brightly lit, but here, it is like daylight.

The time came to seven o’clock in the evening without bias, less than two hours before the game officially started.

In England’s dressing room, the players are busy but methodically changing their equipment. They wear earphones, are silent, and pray with crosses…

What is revealed is all killing!

This is a game that cannot be lost.

“Where are Terry and Ashley?” As he was about to warm up, Neville was busy counting the number of people, but they were the only ones to see.

Ferdinand took the headset and didn’t know how he heard it. He pointed behind him with a thumbs up, and walked around the corner to the bathroom, which was self-explanatory.

“Not out yet…” Neville frowned worriedly and walked in. The nervous stomach troubles did not happen in the past. At this time, they were about to come out, but they were troubled.

“Don’t, wait for me…”

As soon as Neville entered, they were dumbfounded. The two men were each carrying a murder weapon, constantly aligning their muzzles, aiming at a urinal, but, it seemed, Ashley Cole seemed a little nervous and couldn’t urinate. Long.

Looking at the uncomfortable Terry, Neville shook his head and walked out silently. He had heard of the quirks of Chelsea’s dressing room, or the superstition of the players. At this time, anything that didn’t matter had become Seriously.

As long as the players can play with confidence.

Even Terry and Ashley Cole, the two veterans, felt nervous. One can imagine the pressure in England now. This pressure stems from the boundless domestic expectations.

They have longed for this championship for too long.

Neville came out and looked at the players who were still busy but obviously dull. He silently prayed to God in his heart, then looked at Capello at each other and gave a okay look.

At this time, any consolation is not effective, only the players themselves can adjust, Capello does not believe that the next door can be much better than his own, hope to enter the state as soon as possible after playing.

…

“Boom…”, blasted.

“England’s players are ready to warm up,” Zhan Jun shouted, and a crowd of whites filed out. When the familiar black hair appeared in the field of vision, the decibels rose to a higher level.

“Except for the trophy, I have nothing to say. This may be the most important game in my coaching career, even more important than the World Cup.” Capello took advantage of this time to briefly accept a routine interview in the channel. He immediately returned to the locker room, he only had a few minutes to prepare the opening arrangement.

“Huh”, and only when he is alone in the locker room, this tough coach will take off his glasses and reveal his tired side. He pinched his eyebrows, pacing back and forth, thinking about the opening strategy…

“The Italian team has also come out, and we finally saw the picture of Pirlo and President Ma playing together,” Huang Jianxiang exclaimed, both excited and indescribable.

After all, the previous Italian league, the Little World Cup, Buffon, Maldini, Pirlo, Piero, Baggio, Recoba, Ronaldo, left them too impressive.

The symbol of Pirlo represents the midfielder to a certain extent. Now that you can see the heir to this classicism, but also able to integrate with modern football Maqin, I am afraid that only experienced fans can understand the meaning of this duel. .

“In today’s football, there are two phenomenal players after the goal is scored. One is President Ma and the other is Muller,” Zhang Lu said. “This is not what I said, but the football emperor Beckenbauer said.”

“I want to see whether President Ma is going to fight Pirlo for midfield control today, or use his strengths to combat Pirlo’s defensive weaknesses. After all, he is still the strongest firepower point in England.”

Mark Qin, who was warming up with a pass around the cone and Rooney on the screen, was expressionless and extremely focused, and Pirlo on the opposite side did the same.

At this moment, Balotelli was destined to become a foil, even though he himself might not want to.

“There is only Pirlo in his eyes! 》

Before the game, the entire page of the Torino Sport newspaper reported on the relationship between the two of them. It is natural that the Italian media can be regarded as half a teacher by the hottest star today.

Pirlo has never been so pushed to the forefront. In Milan, there are Kaka, Inzaghi, in Italy, Totti, Cassano, Balotelli.

He will always be the protagonist who is not the protagonist, the commander-in-chief hidden behind the scenes, and today, he rarely feels a little nervous or excited?

It’s just that he is the same as Makeqin, these midfield masters who are good at calculus have buried their emotions firmly in their hearts.

“I am a facial paralysis, um, a beautiful facial paralysis, and I hate warming up…” Pirlo, who had finished warming up, continued to walk down the field expressionlessly, but, perhaps subconsciously, he began to look for him Goddess of luck.

Before they came out, De Rossi and Montolivo touched the numbers on the back of their jerseys like their lovers’ skin. Pirlo knew that his teammates were also nervous.

That Mark is really not a fuel-efficient lamp!

His interview brought the battle between the two teams to an unprecedented height, as annoying as it was seven years ago.

His appreciation of Mark does not mean that he is willing to see him, because when he sees him, he thinks of Istanbul, and when he thinks of Istanbul, he suffers from insomnia. It’s a **** thing.

“Yo roar…” Sheva opened the champagne with a bang, “What the hell? It’s only halftime now!” Maldini roared!

“What’s the noise, anyway, I’ll win!” Pirlo said nonchalantly!

Then in the second half, they hand in hand and gave the opposite side a miracle, and they also gave themselves painful memories that they couldn’t forget.

This is why he has been unable to let go of that defeat for a long time, because he indulged in early celebration!

“Dear audience, audience friends, don’t go away, don’t go away!” Zhan Jun’s words were even more passionate, like a gunpowder keg that was about to burn out.

“In a short while, England vs. Italy, the 2012 European Cup final, the direct dialogue between the two generations of midfield masters Ma and Pirlo will begin soon…”

“The English players walked back to the channel, Mark is still as calm as before. Wait a moment, and we will see the final battle coming…” Lineker shouted!

Isabella clenched her palms subconsciously, feeling that her heartbeat was getting more and more violent. The more she knew, the more nervous she became. The same nervous, and Jonathan.

The old man didn’t know if it was hot or really hot. He rarely lost that self-confident demeanor, holding the handkerchief and constantly wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead.

Many people may not know that there is often only one way to climb the ladder, and it requires time and location.

If Baggio wins in 1994, if Gascoigne aspires in 96, if Ronaldo succeeds in 98.

Everything is different. This is how many times you won’t be able to change the championship in the future, because your believers have always believed that you can rule the world. If you do it, you do it.

Failure to do so, this belief began to collapse, and began to discount, so Ma Keqin knows that in later generations, Messi and Ronaldo will never become kings, because they have lost their first chance.

“We have put in all our efforts to get to this moment. Outside, it is the end of your decisive battle…” The rejuvenated Capello’s majestic voice began to sound again.

It’s just that Maqin didn’t listen.

He closed his eyes slightly, leaning on the closet behind him, adjusting his breathing evenly, like an old monk entering concentration.

“Goooooaaaaal, Mark, Mark, crazy opening lob, Manchester United was hit hard just after the opening…”

“Goal scored, President Ma, President Ma~www.mtlnovel.com~ Free kick, Liverpool, Liverpool won the league championship…”

“Pique, Mark flashed past Pique…, horse… lob shot…, Gooooool…, King’s Landing Camp Nou…”

“Lore, lore, Mark lore Chelsea, Champions League champion, great Mark…”

“Congratulations, Sir Harder, in view of your great performance in football, we grant you…”

I believe: The place where the goddess of luck is standing must be behind me, I am very sure!

“Boys, think about how we can kill the incredible Spain in South Africa, and today we can do the same for Italy!” Capello’s speech seemed to have reached its final climax.

“Go, fighters, let everyone outside see, you are the kings of this era!”

He punched hard, sonorous and powerful!

“The king, we are the king!”

The adrenal hormones erupted before the war came as promised, and the players of England roared to their feet, and then set off!

“The final champion belongs to Italy!” Prandelli waved, “Italy…”, the blue surging out.

The golden championship trophy was placed above the aisle, and the final and most important appearance ceremony of the European Cup came out loudly!

“Oh oh oh…, yeah yeah… this summer…, this summer…”

“You are No.1…”

“With the 2012 European Cup theme song played again, the players of the two teams have officially entered the field!” Zhan Jun’s voice broke through the noise.

“The decisive battle, start immediately…”

“Ah, England…”, “Italy…”, that shouted like Lu Hongzhong.

In this summer of Ukraine…

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