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A genius remembers this site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! At the moment the ball entered the net, Makqin gave birth to a huge sense of happiness from the bottom of his heart. He was about to burst and he was happier than scoring a goal. What is the matter, of course it is beautiful.

Most of Makqin's goals are beautiful, which has something to do with his playing style, mainly coincidence, but it is not common to be as beautiful as today.

He opened his arms, like a screaming petrel, flying through the wind and waves in the sky of Old Trafford, flying freely.

Let the storm come harder!

"Ah~~" The Liverpool fans hugged each other, not shouting, but screaming. The happiness came so suddenly that they couldn't imagine it suddenly.

This is Old Trafford.

Opposite is their 16-year old rival.

There is also Ferguson who makes people gritted teeth and helpless.

But before the end of halftime, they had an incredible 2:0 lead, and Prince Anfield's two-legged world wave made the dream shine into reality.

Lucas and Aurelio on the bench all held their heads with incredible expressions. This may be a wonderful performance that you can't see once in the entire Premier League season.

After four or two strokes, Fernand looked at the flying Maqin helplessly. This is a conquest of skill, which makes people unconsciously give birth to a kind of respect.

Van der Sar sat on the ground blankly with his hands on his knees. If he said he regretted his carelessness at the beginning, now he is a kind of helpless depression, extremely lost.

"God is coming to Old Trafford", Peterson flushed with excitement, "God is coming to Old Trafford~~", he roared loudly, "He is God tonight!"

Solskjaer and McManaman only felt that a bright superstar was shining in the sky and descending on the earth.

"Makqin...", Zhan Jun's rare inability to organize language again, a Chinese star, playing such a level, has exceeded the limit of his imagination.

On the domestic network, various fan groups are all "fuck", and there is also a worship icon, swiping, occupying, and dominating the screen!

"Goal~~~~~", the shout of goal finally came from the commentators of various countries, "Mark, Mel twice, an unbelievable lob shot..."

"Roar~~~~", the flying Mark was pulled down by the teammate who finally caught up with him, layer upon layer, who could imagine that they could achieve such a result at Old Trafford at halftime.

Ronaldo and Rooney lowered their heads, a little confused, just like this they were scored two goals? It's not that we didn't play well, it's not that we made a mistake, it's too cruel.

No humanity!

Ferguson's heart is a bit uncomfortable. He is extremely disappointed. This year's championship is about to fly. He still wants to create another glorious 99 years, but the hope is already slim.

Queiroz helped him back to the dressing room. He needs to take a moment to slow down. Otherwise, what is waiting for Manchester United is the entire defeat of this season. Ferguson is absolutely unacceptable.

For many seasons, Old Trafford has never been as quiet as this. The huge loss is just like hitting KOP before, hitting them tonight.

That kind of pain, it hurts my heart.

...

"Oh? We saw Sir Ferguson go back to the dressing room first. Klattenberg's midfield whistle hasn't blown yet. There should be two or three minutes left. What's the matter?" Zhan Jun questioned.

Zhang Lu pondered and said: "Maybe he was too disappointed in the first half, he needs to go back and consider what to do in the second half."

Zhan Jun chuckled, "What else can I do when I encounter such a Maqin"

After Queiroz sent the old man back, he immediately came back to direct the game for his master. There was no tactical arrangement, but he was dragged to the intermission.

Benitez also looked dumbfounded and didn't know what was going on, but it would be better for him to go back. It would be better not to come out in the second half.

The fourth referee raised the stoppage time sign. After two minutes, the Liverpool player walked slowly back to his half-time after celebrating. Mark Qin stretched the crumpled clothes and gave a thumbs up to the camera. The sun was shining. .

There were no more curses and boos from the stands this time, except for the east stand, which was still boiling, and there was silence except for silence.

Even if they lost to Manchester City, their rivals in the same city, they were not so uncomfortable. This time it was the throne being hated the most by the person who was overturned.

While waiting for the kick-off, many people discovered that Torres had not come back...

"Huh? Where's Torres", Zhan Jun questioned.

Makqin and Gerrard also looked around, they just patronized to celebrate, but they really didn't pay attention.

After a while, they finally found Torres outside the sideline, with the team doctor next to him.

Torres couldn't laugh or cry at the moment, and I twisted my ankle, and no one paid any attention to me for a long time. He was crazy.

Wasn't he crazy, watching Maqin's goal, he sat on the ground completely forgetful, until his teammates began to celebrate, he felt a trace of pain from his left ankle.

When Vidic hit him just now, his left foot was on the ground and he lost his balance and was a little bit weak, but he didn't feel very serious, but was a little uncomfortable. It is estimated that he will not be able to play this game.

"Eh? What's the matter?" Zhan Jun looked at the camera and finally cut to the sidelines, "Torres was injured?"

Gerrard and Maqin ran over quickly, Benitez was also nervous, he just found out.

After inquiring, Gerrard was relieved. It was not a serious injury. Torres was indispensable in the league sprint, and he quickly gestured to the coaching bench to substitute.

"FK", Benitez scolded, thought about it, let the bench Liela quickly prepare to play.

Fortunately, the game was almost over and Manchester United was so happy that they did not restart the ball. When Kratenberg saw that someone was injured, he had to terminate the game and wait for Liverpool's substitution to end.

"This is a blow to Liverpool. They just took a 2-0 lead, and the form is very good. At this time Torres was injured...", he watched Torres walk directly to the bench and said.

"He didn't go back to the locker room, the team doctor put an ice pack on him, it shouldn't be a serious injury," Zhang Lu said.

Liela came on and Kuyt reached the striker, with little time left.

After the kick-off, Liverpool invested in the fastest full-court press. At this moment, they are full of confidence and momentum. They want to tear them apart when their opponents are weakest.

Manchester United retreated across the board, without any desire to attack, and directly spent time in the backcourt until the end of the game.

"The first half of the game is over," Peterson said. "Torres' injury should be an accident. I don't know if it will affect the second half of the game."

"It will definitely have an impact. Kuyt and Torres have different strengths on the front line," McCain said. "See if the coaches of the two teams will make arrangements during the intermission."

...

Manchester United's locker room is now silent, Ferguson did not yell, the team doctor told him to keep calm.

The players all bowed their heads and looked listless.

Ferguson looked around the table, strangely not showing disappointment and anger.

He calmly said: "You are not to blame for the first half."

The Manchester United players raised their heads in surprise, don't you blame us? Come and pinch me.

"It was two goals that made people unable to do anything. I can only say that you met Mark, who is in full form, so I don't blame you," Ferguson continued.

"But", his face finally turned stern, "Where is our attack, Wayne (Rooney), Chris (C Ronaldo), do you know?"

The two lowered their heads a little ashamed. In the first half, the two of them shot numerous shots and ended many of their team's offenses.

They are now Carrington's star players. Except for Ferguson, no one dares to accuse them on the court. Even the two old fairies have to pay attention to the way.

"Forget the score in the first half", Ferguson said to himself, "Just remember, now they are going to take our championship here, this is Old Trafford."

"People are already riding on your heads now, but you have not responded at all!"

"You are now like a clumsy clown in front of tens of thousands of people. Forty-five minutes later, only a ridicule is waiting for you."

"Because you are not like a championship team, fragile and vulnerable!" The gradually rapid words made Ferguson a little breathless, and he had to stop and take a few breaths.

"We are Manchester United, this is Old Trafford, think about it yourself here," he turned around and greeted the coaching staff all out of the locker room and stood outside the door.

"Alex..." Ferguson stopped what Queiroz wanted to say, and said, "Now they can only rely on themselves."

...

"Fernand, your ankles are okay," many teammates in the locker room on the other side asked Torres with concern.

"It's not a big problem, just take a few days off," he said with a smile. The team is leading and the championship is in sight. He doesn't have the disappointment that he can't play in the second half.

The teammate patted him on the shoulder and sat down to wait for the head coach's arrangement. Benitez was already standing with a face full of spring breeze.

"I have to say, your performance in the first half was perfect", he said happily, "Especially Mark, it's incomparable."

"Shoo~" someone immediately whistled in response, "I can't believe it, I think Van der Sar will have nightmares at night"

"Haha~" everyone laughed.

Mark Qin smiled and leaned on the cabinet. He himself did not expect to have such a perfect first half. Thinking of those two goals, he couldn't help feeling proud.

It seems to be really beautiful... Well, most people can't kick it out, um, he nodded in his heart, it is true!

"But, this is Old Trafford," Benitez said with a straight face when they finished the trouble.

"I don't want to become the AC Milan team in Istanbul~www.readwn.com~Do you think?"

"No", "Of course not~"

"So give me a steady fight in the second half, Liela," he turned to face him and said, "You just played, how did Dirk (Kuyt) defend in the first half, you will give me what to do in the second half, otherwise I don’t mind wasting a substitution spot"

Liela nodded, being able to play at such an important moment, he didn't care about Benitez's tone.

"Mascherano, be careful in the second half, you have a yellow card on your back," Benitez reminded.

"understand"

"Our tactics remain the same, we still defend and counterattack," he finally slapped and said, "but Manchester United will definitely be crazier in the second half. Be mentally prepared and try to seize the opportunity to completely kill the game."

"Kill Manchester United~" everyone yelled.

...

"Hey, Mark scored those two goals in the first half," the two fans drinking in the bar were excited, "Awesome"

One of them drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "This game will be won in the end, even if Mark sleeps with my girlfriend in the future, I won't blame him."

"Chuff", "Puff", "Fuck you, you can find a girlfriend before you talk...", "Haha", there was a commotion in the bar, all of them were teased by the second-year youth.

"Stop calling," someone said suddenly, "Look, the players are out, the second half of the game is about to begin"

Makqin and Kuyt walked onto the court while chatting. The two of them partnered in the second half, and they must talk about cooperation.

The characteristics of Kuyt and Torres are different. He is not so fast, but his back is better than Torres. He is harder than Torres. The corresponding passing and coordination methods of Maqin must also change.

An excellent midfielder is actually equivalent to half a coach. It has to adopt different tactics according to the characteristics of teammates.