Green Life

"Goal...al...al, Wayne Rooney, Wayne...Rooney..., beautiful, volleyed, Paletticosa can't save, 2:1, England overtakes the score", Peterson screamed for Rooney Just shoot out and shout good.

In the Maximil Stadium in Zagreb, the Croatian capital, the English fans who came with the away team suddenly cheered and hugged and celebrated.

This is the second European game in the 2010 South African World Cup qualifiers. The old enemy, Croatia, who kicked England out of the race at New Wembley in the 2008 European Cup, played against England at home.

England was placed in the sixth group, besides them are Ukraine, Croatia, Belarus, Kazakhstan, and Andorra.

The first half of the game came to an end, and Wayne Rooney had just received a pass from his teammate on the right side of the penalty area, half-turned and scored with a beautiful volley.

"Win Rooney is in good condition and hot. This is already his fourth goal in the first two games of the European Cup qualifiers. He is England's super killer!" Peterson continued.

McManaman added: "But we have to mention Mark... Harder... who passed the ball to him. This is also his fourth assist in two games. Three of them were given to Rooney. These two young talents cooperated. It's so powerful"

Wien Rooney celebrated on the sidelines, turned around to find Maqin, and embraced him excitedly to celebrate. The two men are mortal enemies in the club, but teammates in the national team.

"It's a beautiful pass, Mark", he said excitedly with his arms around Maqin's shoulders. This is one of the more beautiful goals in his career.

Just now England passed from the backcourt to the frontcourt. Mark caught the ball and attracted the Magic Flute to come and **** it. As a result, he turned around and wiped out the accidental Modric, followed by a pass from the outside instep, Rooney The heart understood, and immediately started to counter offside.

With a small arc of external rotation, the ball passed the top of defender Simic, and then moved away from him, spinning towards Rooney, who was sprinting. Rooney opened his bow and arrows, and directly volleyed comfortably.

"Capello's transformation of England was immediate. At the beginning, he put Mark and Barry in the midfield, which attracted a lot of criticism from the media and fans. It was Sir Charlton who stood up in a timely manner to support Capello. Not overwhelmed by overwhelming doubts," Peterson commented on Capello's new tactics.

"In the first round, a 5:0 away win over Andorra, if it is still a weaker that can't explain the problem, then this away game against Croatia, England occupied the absolute advantage in the first half."

"Although they were caught off guard by the rushing Croatia at the beginning, they have steadily pulled two goals in a row and have begun to show their terrible offensive ability."

McManaman nodded and agreed, and said: "Capello is very bold, put David Beckham on the bench and let Gerrard play on the right. His offensive style is very similar to Ancelotti. Under AC Milan, Mark alone controls the rhythm in the midfield. He has double virtues in the front, Barry in the back, and Rooney on the front line. From now on, the effect is unexpectedly good."

Most of the English players are impact-type, as long as they can give him space and the ball, let them hit back and forth straight up and down, this group of people do their part.

But if you want him to play with the feet and play with the organization, it will be difficult for them to play smoothly, often because the pass is not in place or the opportunity is not seen.

These are Maqin's special skills, and only a non-English coach can dare to use a non-English midfielder so boldly. Of course, Capello has never admitted that Maqin is the core in public.

"We are a team, everyone is an important member, we need to play the best level, we can be stronger, no one is more important than others", at the press conference after the game, the away game won 4:1 Capello said happily.

In this game, Mark Qin passed and shot, and finally scored his first goal in the national team. It was still a left-footed free kick from the right. Beckham was not on the court, except for Gerrard. No one has a free kick that can grab him, he did it in one go!

"Mark and Rooney's performances in these two games are phenomenal. I hope they stay in good shape, because we have eight games to play, especially Mark. I hope he will not be affected by the club situation."

...

After the start of Liverpool’s new season, the state was in a mess. Except for the lucky 1:1 draw at home to Middlesbrough, the other two away games were completely defeated and only one point accumulated in the three games. It can be said that Liverpool’s most recent years. The poor start was also the worst start of the Premier League champion's second year.

The England team returned to London and disbanded on the spot. The next national team game has to wait for next month. Maqin and Gerrard got into the business car sent by Jonathan together and prepared to return to Liverpool. This time there were only them in the team. Selected to the national team, Carragher missed due to injury.

"How is Fernando's injury?" The business car moved slowly along with the traffic. Maqin asked Gerrard about Torres' injury. He played away against Aston Villa in the last game. Torres was injured just ten minutes after the game. Listen. Said it hurt the ankle ligament.

Now Liverpool is struggling in terms of personnel. In the summer, Benayoun and Abeloa went to Arsenal and Real Madrid, and the team did not buy new players to replace them. Now right back and left midfielder have no substitutes.

"I called him last night, he may have to wait for his comeback years later," Gerrard also said lonely, completely out of spirits in the national team, two national team games, he scored two goals.

"Shit", Maqin cursed secretly.

"Mark, do you regret staying now?" Gerrard asked with a helpless smile. With their current staffing and status, plus the wounded, he doubted whether they would be relegated this season.

"Regret?" Maqin fell into a memory, is it impulse?

More than a month ago, the club was in chaos and panic. Of course, it's not much better now, and it's still half dead.

Outside the noisy Melwood door, fans enraged by the club’s £70 million sale of Mark Qin angrily besieged the club.

They yelled at them. In their opinion, selling Maqin is no different from selling the flag of Gerrard. Maqin is the star they watched step by step from Kirkby, not to mention him in the first team. His performance, he himself carries the mark of Liverpool.

Manchester City? They couldn't imagine Maqin wearing a moon blue jersey, or what it would be like to return to Anfield on behalf of other teams. It was too painful.

Can I buy everything with money? Loyalty can be trampled by money?

They are worried and afraid. They don't want to watch Liverpool's rise like fireworks. After the splendor, they will disappear without a trace. It is these fans who really dedicate everything to the team.

Those cold and ruthless people are standing behind the hanging window, watching all this silently. It has never been these businessmen and so-called rational people who can share adversities since ancient times.

...

On that day, Mark Qin walked out of the car with a smile and looked up at Melwood. The place of dreams in the past has become so ugly today.

No one came out, the board of directors and management, all hiding behind the window, calculating what this club could bring them.

"Mark, will you...will go?, the club has agreed to sell you", a bold fan asked Maqin first, his voice trembling, they were afraid of getting a positive answer.

Mark Qin retracted his gaze from Melwood and looked at the faces of these fans. They were worried, lonely, angry, and mixed. Facing the chaos of a summer, they might be the most worrying.

He turned around and climbed to the roof of the car in two or three steps, and sat on it, so that the surrounding fans could see him and hear him.

"Guys, Mark, who you fully supported in the past year, is sitting in front of you now. No one from the club will answer you anymore. Don't worry, I will answer any questions," he said loudly.

Many media who came in the distance had already set up cameras, and they knew that Maqin would respond to the final answer about the transfer.

"Brother, you", Maqin pointed to a young man under the slogan of MKQ18, "I remember you, you seem to be the 1,000th member, I will give you a personal signature to give a gift."

Neither Jonathan nor Peter in the car got off. They knew that Maqin could handle the scene, whether he left or stayed, and they both supported him.

"Yes, it's me, I'm your **** fan," the guy who was obviously a high school student exclaimed excitedly.

At noon, when the sun was shining, Mark Qin took off his jacket, looked around and smiled and said: "I know, you all want to know if I will transfer and leave."

He looked at the hopeful eyes around him, and said with some emotion: "To be honest, I am proud and proud to be a player who can be retained by so many fans", and then shouted: "Being better than me on the court. Assists, scored a beautiful goal and proud!"

"I'm just a player", he continued, "Playing football is just a game, but it is you who make my work great and more meaningful, because our performance on the court can influence your emotions. "

"The club sold me, they need money," he sneered and said, "I also sold it to competitors in the same league. Yes, football is a game of money. If you have money, you can buy a lot of excellent stars. stadium"

"But if you have money, you can't buy it here." He stood up and patted the heart of his chest excitedly. "You can't buy it. You gathered here today, hiss keeps me a 17-year-old boy."

"Man City can give me a lot of money, high signing fees, several times the salary, to be honest, it's fake that I don't like it, no one doesn't like money, and I'm just a layman", he said excitedly.

"But I know, I can't go, I don't want to go, and I don't want to go!" he hissed, "If I don't play football, I might be a successful businessman and I won't be short of money."

"But since I chose to play football, there are some things I can't put down. I can't face myself in the moon blue jersey, can't show up in front of you wearing it, and show up at Anfield."

The nearby fans wiped their tears and yelled frantically, "Mark, we support you, no matter where you go, we will support you." Those words, when it comes to their hearts, few players can feel so heartbroken. Talking to them like that.

"It's right next door to us", Maqin pointed to Dongfang. "There is our mortal enemy, Manchester United. They will laugh at me as a betrayer and a greedy fool."

"It's less than 100 miles away from us. I might meet you every day when I go out~www.readwn.com~ How would I face you at that time? Because in my heart, you are the great Liverpool!"

"Mark, Mark", the fans around the car shouted, "Did you say you won't leave, you will stay", they cried and laughed excitedly, unable to control themselves.

Maqin looked around, as if he had made the most important decision in his life, relieved. At this moment, his heart was unobstructed, free from dust, no decay, and sunshine everywhere.

It is a kind of comfort, a kind of no regrets, and a kind of willful care.

Jonathan and Peter looked at each other, as if they had guessed the result a long time ago. There was always a fire in his heart, burning himself, and slowly warming more people.

"Without this money, the club will be very difficult, this season we will also be very difficult, but I have always believed that people who can support the backbone of the team will always be people, and it is the belief of not admitting defeat!"

"I refuse the contract negotiation, I will stay in Liverpool!", he shouted loudly.

"Boom..." The whole Melwood exploded outside, it was the most brilliant firework...