Green Life

"Woo", the spring breeze in March over the Bernabéu actually brought an upside-down chill, and the person who blows it shivered, and what was colder than the weather was the hearts of the entire 80,000 white fans of the Bernabeu, shivering cold!

What are you doing, what are you doing!

After more than three minutes, they saw the red players flying on the court again, but this time they changed into their red captain, his chest exposed white underwear, and a bunch of red players were chasing behind him. Bernabeu ran wildly on the grass.

Oh my god!

They were wailing in their hearts, most of them clasped their heads with incredible faces, and their eyes were full of indescribable pain.

Calderon sat in the chairman's room, his face turned from black to white, becoming bloodless, this..., he didn't dare to think about it anymore, it was the death knell for his step down.

After buying so many players, you brought the team like this? , Waste, is simply a bunch of waste.

Juande has just taken office for more than a dozen games, and he doesn't know who he is scolding in his heart. Perhaps as long as it is a coach who can't win beautifully, he is the object of condemnation.

"2:0, if there is no accident, Liverpool has already reached the quarterfinals of the Champions League with one foot in just 7 minutes. This is probably the result that no one had expected before the game," Zhan Jun said with a sigh, "Unstoppable Mark Qin, Red Army Prince Mark Qin, he is performing a great performance at the Bernabeu"

"This shot and pass is a magical stroke," Zhang Lu answered with a smile, "Real Madrid's defense, let him play like this, I guess, this score can't be suppressed, I know that Liverpool's midfielder is powerful. Real Madrid has done too little to suppress Maqin's restrictions."

It is not limited to do less, but with the current staffing and ability of Real Madrid midfielder, it is difficult to achieve a balance between offense and defense. Now Raul often pulls back to assist the midfield defense. Raul and Gago are the two defenders. Can't see.

Unless Raul is not allowed to play and another midfielder comes up, Juande does not have this courage, he is not qualified enough, and the backstage is not strong enough.

Mourinho's toughness in Real Madrid has many factors, such as the support of Lafayette. At that time, Real Madrid's number one star was his direct line, and Mendes' backstage force was able to raise the butcher knife.

Proenka once again blew the whistle for the restart of the game, as always.

In the valley of white-capped snow-capped mountains, above the green grass, there is a red flame rising, and a red wave is overwhelming the sky.

There is a red color, it is called Liverpool.

It is melting the peaks and valleys of snow-capped mountains, it is conquering the aristocratic greenery, and its current core is black.

Real Madrid's offense lost their routine, because they were forced by Liverpool to the center circle, cut to pieces and couldn't breathe.

Even if they pass a few good kicks with their personal skills, the white player who receives the ball will be quickly flanked by the Liverpool players, followed by fierce collisions and steals.

If it weren’t for Proenka’s two fouls that Liverpool would not have fouled in the Premier League, the Real Madrid fans in the stands would even wonder if we could have scored halftime.

This is really a desperate red flame.

"Hush..." They felt extremely uncomfortable with the red flames, and they had to use a louder hush to eliminate or vent the trembling fear.

Unless it is a wealthy opponent, Real Madrid fans generally disdain the booing team, and sometimes even give applause to their wonderful performance.

It was overriding, it was aloft that didn't shine at all, it was aristocratic, but today, they felt panic and confusion.

This is a game they are totally unsure and control over, at home, the Bernabeu.

Their home team, Real Madrid, fell behind by two goals and then stumbled before finally hitting the ball to the front court. Although the players obviously stepped up their running and fighting, they also did not want to be slaughtered at the Bernabeu.

However, this is really not Real Madrid.

Failure to achieve success, failure to defend, Real Madrid in this period is not even as good as the late stage of the superstar period, at that time they still have a gorgeous offense.

But today, gorgeousness is destined not to belong to them, but the black-haired boy who is destined to be born like a talented superstar.

He has broken away from the childishness of two years ago, and he has become distinguished and scary.

Ramos finally managed to insert an assist, hit the bottom line to pass the ball back to Robben in the corner of the penalty area, Robben started his signature inward cut, and then rubbed the far corner.

Too reluctantly, both Agger and Mascherano were guarding his hand. The ball circumvented an arc with difficulty and flew towards the goal. Reina, to be safe, punched out with double punches, and Skrtel headered the ball. There is no threat to push the ball out of the penalty area.

But that's only for Liverpool's goal, and the road to **** on the other side will open.

The Real Madrid fans in the stands saw the dazzling black-haired teenager who stopped the ball with his chest before grabbing Gago from outside the penalty area. Then they saw Gago rushing forward, as if to break his ball.

However, looking at all the matches of Mark Qin's debut career, when he was able to cut the ball, it was really rare. This young man seemed to be naturally alert to danger.

"Myohmy, my god" Peterson put his head in his hands, incredible, not knowing what kind of performance he saw.

The heel of his right foot knocked towards the bottom of the ball that hadn't fallen. The ball flew up like a rainbow and flew over the head of Gago who was flying.

He quickly turned around, waved his hand and beat Gago trying to pull, his chest was cushioned, and the meteor strode forward, but the ball did not land at all.

The thigh bumped the ball once, the front of the foot bumped the ball, twice, and then another pick, changing direction, the ball flew over a person's head again, it was jumping up and looking up at the sky, Diarra.

"Sigh..." The entire 80,000 people in the stands took a breath, and the interception of the entire Real Madrid midfield allowed him to move and break through the air.

"Oh, mygod", McManaman touched his face with his hands in disbelief, but he lacked words.

Calderon and Juande on the sidelines had their blood pressure soaring again, their heart was beating rapidly, their throat was thirsty, their voice hoarse, and there was an urge to go to the toilet.

This is a kind of play, or a naked, gorgeous!

The ball received the force of his left foot and quickly lifted into the air and went straight to the right. Torres came out like a sharp red arrow.

The black-haired boy did not stop, but moved forward at a faster speed.

"Good opportunity, Liverpool has formed a three-on-three frontcourt. Will it be another goal?" Zhan Jun shouted. He was shocked by the performance just now and realized that he was in the commentary.

This is Bernabéu. His skills just now will be watched by thousands of people. It is better than a stroll in the garden. The song, that kind of chic and unparalleled in the world, seems to have seen the pinnacle, Zidane.

With a click, Zidane stood up in the stands, his eyes bursting with greedy brilliance, and now he even forgot Real Madrid, forget the score.

Pepe, the faster monk, replaced Cannavaro to block Torres, who tried to cut into the penalty area from the right, and they completed a shift.

This was the right choice. Cannavaro would only let Torres pass by. Casillas became nervous again. He looked at Torres and the other two red figures rushing behind him.

"Torres, he is almost at the penalty zone line, he chose to cut inside, and Pepe crossed to block, Torres, he took a step, does he want to take a long shot?"

No, a red figure swiftly passed behind him and plunged into the ribs on the right side of the penalty area, and Torres also caught sight of this figure from the outside.

Then with his left foot, smash the ball and cross the penalty area diagonally.

The ball rolled past between Cannavaro and Pepe who turned back, and went straight to the black-haired boy, half-single-handed!

"Makqin, Makqin, he can face Casillas directly again"

"Mark..." Peterson only roared, this round of offense was so gorgeous that he couldn't temporarily organize words to describe!

Cannavaro is still struggling to chase the ball, even if there is no hope, Casillas has ran outside the small penalty area, trying to block, there is also the "Oh" heart startled and hissing cold breath from the stands. But none of these can stop one, Maqin who entered the restricted area.

There was no adjustment at all. Following the ball pushed by Torres, his right foot shoveled lightly at the bottom of the ball. What was in vain was Cannavaro's sliding legs and Cassie's kneeling right hand.

The ball went as planned, flew up and down lightly, and fell into the back, four open empty doors, inside!

He didn't even look at the result, because he had absolute confidence, the moment the ball flew, he turned around and opened his arms, went to the Bernabeu and flew comfortably.

That is the mysterious night sky, that is white clouds, that is a story that has just begun.

"Oh, my, my, my", Peterson and McManaman held their heads together this time, only sighing, Bernabeu was deadly silent, only countless red chasing.

"Makqin..., gorgeous shots, and the ribs on the right side of the big penalty area, he is an absolute killer here, a killer in the middle! 3:0", Zhan Jun has been completely overwhelmed by the dazzling crazy An unparalleled enjoyment.

"My God, Amen!" Peterson drew a cross on his chest, "This is truly an incomparable, brilliant performance, whataGoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO All There are hundreds of bars in Liverpool.

The red on the Bernabeu stand finally appeared. Although the area was small and small, they were already frantically about to emerge from the sky.

What kind of attack is this, what kind of goal!

All the Real Madrid players held their heads in their hands and sat down on the grass, disappointed, desperate, and heartbroken. They would never have any more chances!

Even the stars in the sky were eclipsed.

This is what should belong to me. Football, the flying Makqin was surrounded by teammates, "Ah...", "You are the God of today~www.readwn.com~I will be your fan from then on", teammate Unbearable excitement came from all directions.

Both the bench and the coaching staff joined the sideline celebrations. This is Liverpool's most gorgeous performance at the Bernabeu. Among the passion and passion, today it is matched with the colorful movement.

"I don't see it, I don't see it, this is my brother!" The boys and girls who gathered in an indoor basketball court to watch the live broadcast in an institution of higher learning in Liverpool were completely mad, and Aiming was like a secondary second. The young girl, pulling Jenny, pulling anyone around her, kept screaming.

I don't know who kissed the boy who couldn't control it, and the cheeks of the shameful boy were flushed. This is really youthful.

Isabella watched the TV with a smile on her mouth. This is my boyfriend. Caroline jumped up in front of the TV. Too many people were conquered by this stunning work.

Any performance rises to a level of magnificence, that is, art. In this great hall of Bernabeu, there is no lack of art, and art has been staged by many people.

Zidane’s crown of the king is still warm, Ronaldinho’s dance of the elves is fascinating, but today, only the prince of the Red Army, Mark Qin, is unparalleled...