Green Life

A genius remembers the site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The camera is firmly fixed on the red 18th, black-haired boy on the field. The referee will blow the whistle of the game soon, but The language of the lens makes it clear who is the focus tonight.

Perfect 18 years old, enviable 18 years old, unique 18 years old! The 18-year-old dream!

One day, I can be like him!

Countless superstar seedlings who are still dormant all have the same idea in front of the TV at this moment.

Hazard, who has already emerged in Lille, De Bruyne, who is the main player in Genk, Henderson of Sunderland, Ronaldo in Argentina, and Grismann of Real Sociedad.

At a young age, Morata from the youth team, Uncle Zha's favorite general Gotze, Isco in Valencia, and Pogba in Carrington.

This teenager, who is almost the same age as them, has already played in the Champions League final at this moment. The main force is a situation they could not even imagine before.

It turns out that I am not the most genius in this age group, just like Jordan is to the NBA, Tiger Woods is to golf, and Mark Qin today doesn't know how much commotion has stirred the hearts of teenagers.

Kanter, who hasn't found the team to accept him, sniffed, opened his mouth and took a bite of the cheap sandwich in his hand, staring firmly at the TV.

Another dwarf, Ma Nei, who is still in the "Generation Football" youth training camp, is staring at the TV with a piece of grass in his mouth.

Salah, who was still kicking at the left back, touched his own hair and stared at the TV firmly.

Firmino, who had just played for the first team in Brazil, showed his big white teeth and stared firmly at the TV.

Having signed an agreement with Inter Milan, he played the main Coutinho in the Dagama first team at the age of 15, curled his lips and stared firmly at the TV.

One sound, the wind rises; two sounds, thunder, three sounds, one dragon roars for nine days!

"beep……"

"Dear friends, in the 0809 UEFA Champions League final, the match between Liverpool and Chelsea has officially started. Both sides are wearing their home jerseys. Chelsea kick-off first. I am Zhan Jun..."

"This is Sky Sports Peterson, and McCarthy..."

"Lineker, Wilson, Julie will broadcast live for you on the BBC channel..."

Hundreds of TV stations sounded with whistles, danced with flags in the stands, flashed like stars, shouted like thunder, and rolled with black-and-white balls, while tongues grew lotus and flowers under their mouths.

"Boom..." The blue exploded in the stands, and the red clasped his head dull.

"What's the situation? Penalties? Penalties, penalties..." Peterson hadn't finished the starting list. "My goodness, who can tell me what happened? Herbert sentenced Liverpool to a penalty kick, Gerrard I ran over to communicate with him, what is going on with Chelsea’s offense"

"It seemed that there was a handball just now?" McManaman said uncertainly. "This is nothing short of a disaster for Liverpool."

"This..., the referee awarded a penalty?" Zhan Jun did not react. "The referee from Germany, Herbert, is very courageous. Chelsea was awarded a penalty at the beginning of the game. Let's see what happens in slow motion. What happened"

Time went back twenty seconds ago.

Chelsea, who kicked off the ball first, poured the ball back to the back of the defender Alex. Alex is a Brazilian. The Brazilian defender has a characteristic, that is, the long pass is okay.

After seeing Drogba heading to the front, Alex went to Drogba's head with a big foot in the usual way of playing, and Liverpool did not press in the frontcourt, which made Alex pass this foot. Very comfortable.

Drogba fought against Scotter with his back, and the two sides wrestled for a long time. This time he took the lead to grab a point, jumped high, and flicked the header, which was a ferry outside the big penalty area.

I don’t know if this ferry is luck or pre-rehearsal. Anyway, it was just right, and the point was between Agger and Mascherano.

Anelka took a step back and rushed to the landing point. At this time, Agger and Mascherano had not had time to double-team, and no one expected Chelsea's first shot to come so quickly.

Moreover, such an accident!

Seeing Anelka rushed to the ball with his back to the goal, he pulled up his left leg and seemed to want to directly turn 180 degrees and volley.

Sometimes talent is talent.

This extremely difficult shot actually made him kick. Agger only heard the "bang" and the ball flew towards him. He was still pressing forward to withstand Anelka, but it was too late. Turning around and backing his hands, he subconsciously lowered his head and shrank his arms to hide.

The result was that the ball was too fast and did not hide. The ball drew directly on his forearm and bounced into the penalty area. Heberning immediately awarded a penalty.

There is no problem with the foul itself. Agger is also in the penalty zone, but the problem is that this is just the beginning, and Agger is a passive handball, and it is still such a major game.

When Maqin ran back to his penalty area from the front court, he saw Herbert standing in the penalty area shaking his head, waved Agger and Gerrard to retreat, and pointed firmly to the penalty spot.

"There was such a big accident at the beginning, which no one expected," Zhan Jun said, shaking his head. "Liverpool had a nightmare start."

"Herbert, the German referee, really dare to judge," Zhang Lu said.

"Oh... my god, did Liverpool run out of good luck in the knockouts?" Xiao Lei couldn't die, "they haven't even touched the ball yet"

No matter how incredible the number of commentators, the Red Army fans in the stands were first stunned and then cursed. How the Liverpool players explained to the referee was of no avail.

After hugging and celebrating, the blue team members looked excited. Free thrower Lampard picked up the ball and kissed him and walked to the penalty spot. God is favoring us today for the big pie in the sky.

Peterson is still shaking his head, "The penalty can no longer be changed. Liverpool will encounter huge difficulties at the beginning. Lampard has moved to the penalty spot. He has not missed a penalty in the league this year."

"If Lampard scores this goal, it will disrupt Liverpool's entire strategic deployment. They may be passive from the beginning." McManaman looked worried.

Hiddink fisted and waved excitedly on the sidelines. The surprise came so quickly that he could not control his emotions, who had always been calm. Everyone knew what it meant to let Chelsea lead 1-0.

Lampard walked slowly to the penalty spot, surrounded by the cheers of the Blues fans. He walked slowly, as if to step on every step. This ball is so important to them, he must make sure to get the penalty.

Maqin was akimbo at the top of the arc in the penalty area and looked helpless, but suddenly he thought of something. The referee hadn't blown his whistle, so he hurried into the penalty area.

Sammy Lee is still on the sidelines with a sad face, he is almost back home. Will he change back to plan B and play a strong offensive at the beginning of the game? But attacking Chelsea is no different from seeking death.

"Hey, what is Makqin going to do? He ran to the goalkeeper Reina," said the second monk Zhan Junzhang, scratching his head.

"Well, I don't know, what does he want to do," Zhang Lu also said.

Reina waved his arms in front of the goal and was about to pounce on the penalty kick. He was also nervous. He could clearly see the penalty kick. Apart from sighing unlucky secretly, he could only ask God to give him some luck.

He is a goalkeeper who is good at punting, but he can't guarantee that he will punt every time, especially in this critical game, he hasn't started to enter the state.

At this time, he saw Maqin running towards him with a face of inexplicable expression. The referee Herbert took a look. He hadn't blown the whistle yet, and Maqin was not a violation at this time.

Lampard saw a figure running past him, looking at the number 18 flying behind him, he knew who it was at a glance, why did he come in?

Mark Qin ran to Renner with an inexplicable look, put his arms around his shoulders, and put his mouth close to Renner's ears. He blocked it with his hands, making the appearance that he didn't want people to see his mouth, and said solemnly: " Pepe (Reina), I came here to make soy sauce. It was purely for Lampard to see. You understand, hurry up and make a confident expression like this."

Reina understood in a blink of an eye, and then looked at Lampard, who had set the ball, with an expression of unpredictable confidence, and Maqin also glanced at Lampard while mumbling.

Lampard wanted you to do woolen yarn.

The referee Herbert had already put the whistle in his mouth and signaled Mark Qin to go out quickly. He then walked out of the penalty area with a mysterious face, and glanced at him when he passed by Lampard.

Lampard wanted to pretend to be a god.

"Makqin seems to have said something to Renner, is it Lampard's free throw habit? They are teammates of the national team, they may have exchanges usually," Peterson guessed.

"Reina seems to be very relaxed now, and he also made a provocative gesture to Lampard. It's really nervous. I'm all nervous."

Mark Qin walked outside the penalty area, turned around and showed a honey smile, making Terry and Gerrard next to him both have question marks, but they didn't have the time to ask him.

In fact, they have studied the penalty kick habits of Chelsea's main free throwers countless times before the game, and Renner also has a spectrum of Lampard's habit, which was just to increase his psychological pressure.

After all, they fell to the penalty spell last year.

"Beep...", the referee took a look at the players outside the penalty area and finally blew the whistle.

Lampard took a sigh of relief, then exhaled, glanced at Reina, who was easily standing in the center of the goal, swinging from side to side, and started to run.

"Let's take a look at Lampard's penalty," Zhan Jun shouted.

One step, two steps, Lampard still took his familiar steps, and then slammed the ball with a "bang"~www.readwn.com~ A penalty kick is a subconscious choice when people are nervous. .

"Lampard..." Peterson called.

The moment Reina was kicked the ball, Feishi rushed towards his left hand, because Lampard is used to his right hand, but today he is likely to choose the opposite direction.

But he didn't use up his strength either, because Lampard's penalties were mostly won by strength, and the angle was not that difficult.

Reina guessed wrong, because Lampard hit the middle, but he spared his energy, so he didn’t fly out so fast. When Lampard used his best to fly to the goal line, Reina’s calf was still in the goal. Central, this has become the key.

With another "bang", Reina's calf sturdily touched the ball, and after a rapid rebound, the ball flew out of the penalty area.

"Lampard..., Reina, Reina, Reina, he saved Lampard's penalty, my god, he actually did it, unbelievable", Peterson moved his whole body at once Excitatory factor.

"Reina, beautiful, amazing, he saved Lampard's penalty", Zhan Jun also shouted, "Lampard hit a mid lane, Reina blocked it with his leg, he refused Chelsea's Goal"

"Mygod", the red and blue on the stands instantly changed a role, the red cheered wildly, and the blue all held their heads incredible.

Lampard covered his face with his hands and couldn't believe that he really missed the penalty. The crowd outside the penalty area was originally Wu Yang rushing into the penalty area as the whistle sounded.

As a result, Lampard took the ball too fast. They just ran two steps, immediately braked collectively, turned around, and rushed out of the penalty area because the ball bounced to Liverpool’s left, and Aurelio was going crazy The ball rushed away.

"Counterattack, Liverpool's counterattack..." Lineker's shout cut through the sky...