Green Life - v6 Chapter 87

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

Six years later, time returned to the present, it was also the final, and it was still a spoon, but this time he no longer believed that there was a miracle.

“God, God…, he is the God tonight, the absolute God…, the king of the ball has come!” 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 gets in a wheelchair, he still can’t forget the game and the battle of the gods.

“Champion, champion…” Alan Shearer roared and hugged Wilson, forgetting that this is the live broadcast room.

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

It came so suddenly, and so quickly!

The wind blows up the phoenix trees, the geese pass by, and as the ball cuts into the net like an epic masterpiece, the entire Olympic Stadium is like a magnitude six earthquake 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 be embarrassed affectionately.

Unfortunately, this is reality…

“Mr. Ma, Mark Qin, King of Polo…” Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang roared unscrupulously. They believed that all this had been concluded, and there was no longer any doubt.

“Seven years of wind and rain, from the first time I broadcast him, from the first documentary we made for President Ma, who can think of it? Who dares to think? It’s such a legend…”

Huang Jianxiang was full of excitement in his heart, and he spoke with eloquence, and everything on the screen seemed to have left a profound history.

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

Apart from anything else, one person picked up a thigh, and then directly pushed him onto his shoulder, and then more and more white people ran over, surrounded them, and started the parade.

“Roar… England…”

“Roar… Champion…”

If it wasn’t for security, if it wasn’t for the crowds, I believe the crazy fans would have already rushed into the stadium at this moment.

The queen clapped and said to Bobby Charlton next to him, “Unexpectedly, I can still see this moment…”

“This is the parade of the ball king ascending the throne,” Lineker screamed frantically, “This night, no one is more shining than him. Mark completed an unprecedented feat. The final four is happy…”

Mark Qin supported his teammates on the shoulders and looked at the crazy crowd seen from different perspectives. Thousands of arms were waving like him again, and thousands of fans were intoxicated by him…

“It turns out that this is the feeling of the ball king…”, he thought to himself, have Pele, Maradona, and Zidane all the time?

This is football?

He subconsciously waved his hand in response, and then provoked even greater cheers. Proenka and Pirlo just stood together, akimbo, looking from a distance.

Strangely, no one stopped this celebration, which was obviously too much for a penalty kick.

“Does he think he is the king? The referee, do you want to watch him sit on the throne and then blow the whistle?”

Proenka and Pirlo turned their heads unexpectedly, wanting to see who would be so stupid 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 if it is used away.

“Mario…” Pirlo shook his head at Balotelli, even if they were right?

This is the general trend. All fans except the Italians will support it, including UEFA FIFA. As for what the Italians think, who cares? So, don’t be boring.

After all, this is the enthronement of the king!

In the modern football world, apart from Maradona in 1986, who can have such dominance in a major tournament?

But after all, almost 30 years have passed, and fans all over the world are eagerly looking forward to a new king. It is not who has been sealed, but the majority of fans agree.

Now, only he can do it.

He believes that now the Internet will begin to spread these messages at the speed of light, and early tomorrow morning, it will bombard the eyes and ears of the world, and no one can stop it.

No one can stop!

“Overturning the Dream Theater, admiring the Camp Nou, raging at the Bernabeu, and aspiring to the World Cup. To this day, Mark’s peak has just arrived, and he has written an immortal legend…”

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

“Maybe, the rules of football will change because of him, and the world of football will have more midfielders because of him…”

“Maybe, one day he will not be at the peak, maybe one day he will face crying, but not today, not now, the current Mark is perfect…”

Along with Lineker’s impromptu speech, and with the tears of countless people in the TV show, the ordinary but tall figure walked around the stadium.

Mark Qin was abnormally quiet, with no response except for a subconscious wave of his hand, no cheers, no excitement, no tears, he had already pulled away from the world.

In fact, he is waiting: OVER!

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

“Mark, Mark…” Capello flushed and woke him up, “Now… let’s get off the court, enjoy your moment, and then go to the hospital…”

“End?”

“Well, the battle is over…”

Gerald and the others slowly put him down, and everyone blushed and patted him on the shoulder, as if there were a thousand words but they didn’t know where to start.

For them, Gerrard, Lampard, Terry, Ferdinand, Ashley Cole…, what is this, is it not a dream?

“Hmm…” Maqin finally focused his eyes and nodded vigorously, “End…”

“Roar…” The white group ushered in the most violent outbreak!

“God is coming, the ball king is enthroned! Crazy Ukrainian night, there is only one name: Mark! 》

Hundreds of journalists and editors only hate that they have lost two hands at this moment, for fear of being snatched by others.

This piece of information even instantly captured the headlines of “Times”, and the headlines of major social media are even more important!

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

Fifteen cities in England started spontaneous marches, and they could not wait for the moment when the game was over.

“History will remember today and this day, the generation of football king Maqin officially crowned at this moment, he was born for football…”

“Parker, Capello replaced Mr. Ma with Parker…”

“Papa…, St. Mark…, papa…, King Mark…” The stadium was deafening, and the live broadcast was slow to leave the white figure on the sidelines.

Makqin hugged almost everyone he could hug, and then facing the four sides, each gave a deep 90-degree bow.

The field is already boiling…

“The hospital and the ambulance have been arranged…”, the team doctor said untimely next to him, and then looked at Capello at a loss.

Mark Qin looked back at Capello, “Let me finish watching this game, I haven’t watched enough…”

“…”

Capello nodded slightly, and gestured to the team doctor. It was nothing more than a few minutes. He could no longer participate in the awards, so please satisfy him.

And… thank you!

Capello patted and stared at Mark Qin on the court, and said to his heart, he was extremely relaxed.

Four years ago, who knew how much pressure he had to accept the position of coach in England, as everyone knows, this is the crater.

But he was lucky, he met Maqin.

He has never felt that being a coach can be so easy, and even some tactical games are easy to come by in his opinion, which he has never felt before.

He was a famous coach before, but he always gave people a sense of stubbornness with excessive force until he became England coach.

He is making Makqin, and Makqin is also making him, and now he seems to have reached another level.

This is definitely a football story, just like AC Milan, who had 58 undefeated games in his hands before, even before.

“Thank you, Mark”, he sighed in his heart, maybe it’s time for a story to end…

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

He actually planned to resign.

For Capello’s mind, Mark Qin didn’t know, he just focused on watching every ball on the field.

Although there is no disturbance on both sides, it is not like playing football at all, but he still watched with gusto.

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

“There are still three minutes…”, the English fans in the audience shouted loudly, this kind of spontaneity is unexpectedly neat!

“Three…”, the countdown began to roar in the squares of countless cities in England.

The bottom of Makqin’s heart was like a volcano suddenly opened, and the heat flowed through his body, like electricity.

Joe Hart drove forward with a big foot, all England players stayed in the backcourt, no one was going to grab.

“Two…”, the current became more and more intense, even making his hands tremble.

Isabella was now at the entrance of the passage, biting her small fist tightly in her mouth, excited and worried.

The bench players and the coaching staff on the sidelines are all shoulder to shoulder and in a row, their hearts beating.

“One…”, his heart seemed to have just woke up, and even jumped out of his throat, more intense than it was during the World Cup.

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

Proenka had already begun to raise his hand to look at his watch, time was measured in seconds, and it began to fade away and came to an end.

“zero……”

“Beep…beep…”

“Boom…”, the whole field exploded, England, exploded…

“The game is over, England is the champion…” Zhan Jun had to shout to let his voice go out…

“Ah…” Lineker, Wilson, and Alan Sheler hug together, UU reading www. uukanshu.com who wants him to explain!

“Woo…” Ferdinand, Terry and the others sat there, tears streaming down their faces, unable to control…

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

All the carnival has just begun!

“Thank you!” Maqin faced the surroundings, bowed once again, and then red eyes.

“Mark, Mark…” Only when you are in the field can you understand how this is a heartbreaking cry, converging from the stands to the center, echoing endlessly…

“You can’t squeeze…, Mark is going to the hospital right away…” The security guards and team doctors who were already waiting for a while surrounded Mark Qin…

“Just say one sentence, just say one sentence, Mark…” The reporters on the periphery were also heart-rending.

“Let’s go, Mark, I won’t be able to leave for a while…” the team doctor yelled at him anxiously.

“Yeah”, Maqin circled again and waved his hand, “Let’s go…”, I really don’t want to go…

“Mr. Ma, he is going to the hospital first…” Zhan Jun shouted.

“Yes, this is the most important…” Huang Jianxiang said.

This wanton carnival was created by me, and the crazy crowd, the waving stands, the legendary, everything… all disappeared the moment he walked into the passage.

A weak, boneless and cold hand squeezed through the layers of people and grabbed his palm. The night was over.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Mark Qin wiped Isabella’s tears with a smile, “Go…”

Very good, really good.

The banging championship ribbon and the green light of the ambulance resounding through Kiev all the way through, in two worlds, on and off the court, at the same time staged.

The top of the championship, the beginning of the crown…

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