Green Life

　　 "Makqin's performance today doesn't seem to be too excited," Zhan Jun said after watching Maqin shoot above the crossbar.

　　 After twenty minutes of the game unknowingly, Liverpool had the ball in control, but it was difficult to get into the penalty area.

　　 "Hey, Mark, you don't seem to be in shape today?", said to Kuyt when Manchester City goalkeeper Hart went to pick up the ball.

　　 The two of them cooperated a lot during training. They used to pass the ball to him before the penalty area. Even if Maqin shot a goal, it would not be so high...

　　 "Well, it seems that the ball suddenly feels strange. I don't know if it's because the weather is too cold." Mark Qin was also worried.

　　 In these twenty minutes, they dominate the backcourt, but the efficiency of the two wingers is really not high.

　　 He stops the ball, dribbles, and shoots. When he moves, he feels that he is not on the spot, and he takes a long shot.

　　 The slower you are, the more anxious you are. The more you are anxious, the more you want to exert your strength. The result is counterproductive.

　　 "Then run and let the body heat up, of course this is my way, but you can try it", Kuyt taught him his own experience.

Kuyt's run was really called a full-court run, reminding him of Firmino, who was later pushed to the center position by Uncle Slag, all of whom had average finishing ability, but were particularly prominent in the forcing, catching, and scoring. The number nine player.

　　 Mark Qin felt that he really had to change. In the past, he was used to having the ball under his feet, or carrying or passing, and always focused on himself. Now it is obvious that his feet are not going well, and finally his starting opportunities cannot be wasted like this.

　　 Hart opened the goal kick, Kuyt, Benayoun, Maqin, Gerrard all pressed to the frontcourt, not allowing Manchester City to take the ball comfortably, Hart drove to the frontcourt with a big foot.

　　 Agger, who had just returned from injury, gave the ball to Mascherano against Vassell, and the ball fell a few times between the players in the backcourt, avoiding Manchester City's frontcourt.

　　 Gerrard withdrew slightly to receive a push from Lucas.

　　Makqin immediately started to advance along the sideline, and Gerrard looked sideways to the sidewalk, and he passed it diagonally behind Boll.

　　Makqin ran at full speed and finally stopped the ball near the baseline. As soon as he stopped, Boll came back to catch up and set up a defensive posture on the sideline of the penalty area.

　　 Kuyt must have outflanked the previous point at this time. One is that he can respond to Maqin's push, and the other is that he is small and fast.

Maqin made a fake move, did not entangle on the bottom line, took two steps back, and directly handed it to the Finnan who plugged in. He went around a small arc and started to lean toward the ribs along the corner of the big penalty area. Plug in.

　　Fennan pushed laterally and handed it over to Gerrard who had come to take it. Gerrard did not stop the ball, and greeted the ball during the run, with a pinch of his right foot.

　　 "Good goal, Liverpool made a small cooperation on the right, and Gerrard passed a pass..." Zhan Jun suddenly raised his voice, which also meant that the attack was threatening.

　　 Mark Qin followed the ball and moved forward quickly. He made a small arc just now. He had successfully detoured Boll behind him. In the penalty area, he believed that he would not dare to foul others easily.

　　 The ball passed by Gerrard is a bit hard!

　　 is as dexterous as there is no fancy lead. If Makqin is in good condition, the ball can definitely be delivered to the receiver's chest, which is convenient for the chest to stop the ball to connect to the next action.

　　 But Gerrard's pass went straight to the baseline.

　　 Mark Qin judged, and rushed towards the bottom line, Dunn in the penalty area also came to block him, and when he ran to the bottom line, he kicked the ground with one foot and jumped hard.

　　 turned his head sideways, turned his forehead to face the ball, and slammed into the small penalty area. Then he could no longer guarantee his body balance, and fell back to the bottom line after landing.

　　 "Makqin, header ferry..."

Kuyt hates himself again for being ten centimeters shorter. Joel Luka's height of 1.92 meters makes Kuyt's idea of ​​heading the goal unsuccessful. He pressed Kuyt directly before reaching the ball. Push the ball out of the baseline again.

　　 "Good shot," Benitez slapped loudly on the sideline, encouraging the attack.

　　 Gerrard pulled up Maqin who fell on the ground and patted him on the back, "Good shot, I just passed a bit too big, is it all right"

　　 "It's okay, captain", he got up and patted his butt, ready to take a corner kick.

　　Run! Since your feet are not going well, you should take fewer passes, and your team's midfielder is not short of passing players, so play as a winger who grabs the ball!

　　Who is the most famous point-grabbing winger? Of course, Ronaldo, the president who has completely degraded dribbling after arriving at Real Madrid.

　　 Today, Liverpool’s height is generally not enough, and the corner kick did not create any threat, so the air fighter Joel Luca was headed out of the penalty area and Liverpool reorganized.

　　 Benitez stood calmly on the sidelines. In these three games, Liverpool has actually completed the task. Even if they lose this game, they are the winter champions.

　　 Because Manchester United, who started the game first, lost again!

　　 In December and January each year, the state of the major teams will not be particularly good. This is caused by weather, fatigue, and psychological factors.

　　 Liverpool passed December smoothly. He was already very satisfied. During this time, the state of the team was also in his expectation, such as playing hard to win the bottom of Derby County.

　　 So he asked Sammy Lee to practice defense and set ball.

　　 "Last point, Mark Qin rushed to the top, alas, the top was high under Boll's mark!" Zhan Jun said regretfully.

　　 Just now, Liverpool passed a few feet quickly on the left, Aurelio crossed from the side, Maqin outflanked to the back point, and was a bit out of balance in the confrontation with Boll.

　　Makqin gave Aurelio a thumbs up. The first half of the game was about to end. The two teams played a bit tepid. After 30 minutes, Liverpool had several decent offensives.

　　"Papa", Benitez slapped his hands in the locker room, "Yoshi (Benayong), change positions with Markdo in the second half, Steven, move forward more firmly"

　　 The atmosphere in the dressing room is a bit dull, and everyone feels more or less tired.

　　 Benayoun nodded and said he received it.

　　 "Mark, he inserted into the penalty area more resolutely, and he played well in the last fifteen minutes," he turned his head and said to Maqin again.

　　 "I see, BOSS"

　　 After a few minutes, Benitez let them rest. There is no problem with tactics now, it depends on whether they can score.

　　 Time is coming, Maqin and Lucas strolled back to the stadium, "This horrible weather, it almost freezes my eggs", Lucas rarely vomited dirty words.

　　 "Hey", Mark Qin laughed, "Think about the beaches and beauties in Brazil~"

　　 This kid came here for the first year and has to adapt to the British weather. No wonder so many South American players don't like to stay in the UK.

　　 "If I want to win this year, I have to go back and spend a good vacation in the summer," Lucas said with longing.

　　 "Fans friends, let's see that the players have walked out of the channel to see if the second half can be more exciting, the first half may be due to the weather, the scene was a little dull", Zhan Jun's voice rang again.

　　 "Is it booked, I can book a ticket?" In a small discussion group opened by the domestic MKQ18 group, a message called Dongri Nuanyang said.

　　 "Let's fix it, I've booked a ticket to the magic city", someone replied.

　　 This is the "Liverpool Pilgrimage Group" organized by Liu Qi and Song Ziqi this time. Most of them are students and some office workers, with a total of more than 20 people.

　　 "Can you contact Maqin, I want a signed jersey", someone said.

　　 "When it comes, I will definitely find out where he lives, there are signs floating on his house, the thieves are eye-catching!", the winter sun replied.

　　 "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Mark Qin switched to the left at the beginning of the second half. Just now he was catching the ball from the side. A Richardson who threw through the gear and played too hard, the black guy turned and pushed Mark Qin out of the sideline. .

　　 He is not the prince of Etihad. Seeing him playing with the young talents in the team, there were already away fans who booed him because of the England defeat. The stadium booed all of a sudden.

　　 Richardson wants to say that he is still a teammate of the national team, and he has not given him any face. The national team of this kind of western immigrant country has always had racial problems, such as the Tulip Holland team.

　　 Richardson is dark and strong, and it is a bit uncomfortable to meet Mark Qin, who is more flexible than Benayoun.

　　 Within a few minutes, it was Mark Qin catching the ball on the wing again. Richardson's frizzy problem remained unchanged, and he passed the ball and wiped it out.

　　 Richardson was humiliated, he turned around and was guilty of guts, and threw a scoop from behind...

　　Makqin's keen intuition saved him. He felt that something was wrong and didn’t want the ball. He immediately jumped up on his legs, but was still taken down. He shouted "Ah" and rolled out along the sideline...

　　 I **** Nima!

　　 He rarely gets angry on the court, Richardson is a retaliatory flying shovel!

　　 This is to scrap his leg!

　　 "Oh~", a huge exclamation sounded from the stands, and nearby players ran to the location of the incident.

　　 Mark is so diligent that he is so angry, it is not easy for me to stand on the green field, if you shovel it, let me go back to the liberation!

　　 He turned around and got up, and rushed towards Richardson angrily. Richardson got up before him and wanted to frighten him with a fierce expression on purpose.

　　 I went to Nima!

　　 This black man is 1.8 meters tall, and now Makqin is about 1.75 meters tall. He didn't give him time to react at all. He ran up to Richardson's mouth with his hands behind his back.

　　 This lustful baby originally came to see Mark Qin carrying his hands behind his back, thinking that he was going to say something to each other, who would think he would not play cards according to common sense!

　　 "Hmm~" Richardson covered his mouth and fell to the ground. If Madame dares to shovel Laozi's legs, I will destroy your teeth!

　　 "Beep, beep~", the referee hurried over~www.readwn.com~ Seeing Maqin's action, the teammates on both sides rushed up, Gerrard and Kuyt quickly protected him behind them.

　　 "FK, do you really want to fight?" Manchester City captain Dunn ran over and shouted at him through someone.

　　 "Hit your sister!" Mark Qin scolded back!

　　 At this time, Harman came over and separated the two players who were about to be entangled together, "Calm down, Dunn, Steven, get away from teammates..."

　　 "Oh, Makqin was a bit uncomfortable just now, and now there is a direct conflict between the two sides," said Zhan Jun.

　　 Richardson covered his mouth for a long time and didn't get up for a long time. There was blood leaking from his fingers, and the team doctor hurried in.

　　 "What are your players doing? Is this a fighting arena?" Eriksson was anxious and yelled to Benitez.

　　 "Your player is the butcher. If it weren't for his tackle from behind and it wouldn't irritate Mark, he should be permanently suspended!" Benitez did not show any weakness.

　　 The referee finally settled the situation with the assistance of Harman and the two captains. At this time Richardson was sitting on the grass and let the team doctor look at his mouth.

　　 The camera clearly shows the torn hole on the upper lip of this guy, and a leaky front tooth!

　　 "Puff~, Mark is good! Fuck that nigger! Haha~", cheering in countless Liverpool bars, this kind of passionate shot has always been the favorite of these old British fans!

　　 But Etihad is a double heaven, "Hush..., the butcher, what the hell, I will shovel your leg!"

　　 The referee ran over at this time and delivered the first ruby ​​of Maqin's life with a snap!

　　 then ran to Richardson, who had just stopped the bleeding, and teleported for the second time!

　　 then pointed to the outside of the field and let them both leave the field!

　　 "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)