Green Life

Rossetti's whistle sound was drowned in the full boiling, but his firm gesture of pointing to the middle circle has explained everything to everyone watching the game.

No matter it was live or before the live TV broadcast, I got this information, the goal was effective, and Spain took the lead! , England lost a city first!

"Goaaaaaaaaal...lolololo...", the Spanish commentator yelled frantically, "Alonso, Alonso, the super world wave 30 meters away..."

Long Ge frantically took the Spanish players on the sidelines to celebrate. The red flame made Mark Qin so familiar, but now they are indeed their opponents.

Of course, Alonso has reason to be excited. This is his first World Cup record related to scoring, because he has not scored or assisted so far.

But he still doesn't know that the goal scorer on the TV screen is the embarrassing Joe Hart!

Depressed Joe Hart picked up the ball from the net and drove a big foot to the midfield. He finally had a goal record, but it was his own door.

Most of the white fans held their heads and their worries were written on their faces. The BBC studio is now quiet, and Alonso's burst shot made them feel the power of Spain.

England's smooth journey finally encountered an opponent who was able to suppress them in all aspects. This was an indelible gap, from technology to tactics.

"We conceded a goal first, but it didn’t matter. Against the United States, Ghana, we all conceded the ball first. In the end, we turned the game back and won, and this time we must be able to." Lineker said he didn’t know whether he believed it or not. , Comforting British fans.

"Spain is really strong this time," Bobby Charlton sat down and said to Martin Peters, "It's a bit like the Netherlands in the Cruyff era. Our technical strength is really too much behind."

"Since our M formation has taken the world by storm, we did not expect that it is indeed us who are behind in technical and tactics." Martin shook his head. "Gascone and Mark should not be rare in England. They should become the norm. How can they be now? Addicted to collision"

"Ten years from now..." Bobby Charlton said helplessly, his eyes fixed on Mark Qin.

"Saint Mark", "Saint Mark", the long-silent white stands finally fought back crazily under the stimulation of red, first scattered, then one piece, and finally overwhelming!

Just like many previous games, save England again, Saint Mark! , This is their voice and the most trustworthy life-saving straw that can be grasped!

After a few games, he became almost as firm as his faith. He won't just admit defeat like this, he must be!

Makqin heard the shout, wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised one arm, and squeezed his fist in response to the stands, ushering in even greater cheers.

"Mr. Ma, now all England are counting on Ms. Ma, but the frontcourt has to seize the opportunity to score goals. England had not many offensive opportunities originally," Huang Jianxiang said. Spain is too strong in his opinion.

"What did I say in the locker room before the game?, huh?" Capello furiously on the sidelines, Glen Johnson was being reprimanded like a kid who did a mistake, "You made Iniesta so comfortable." Stop the long pass, there are still many guards sitting on my bench, and I won't give you another chance next time!"

"I know the boss, I promise, there won't be another time!" Johnson was extremely ashamed of being reprimanded, and he raised his head with red eyes and replied loudly.

"Go, don't use the move of getting a card", Capello exhaled depressed and waved his hand.

"We need someone to stand up and tie the score as soon as possible," Lineker shouted loudly, "Mark, Rooney, Gerrard, 1:0 Spain will consume and grind the opponent to death, we must equalize as soon as possible. The score, otherwise it will become more and more passive"

"It's true," Wilson said with a frown. "They can pass the ball for a whole game boringly, so that you can't grab it, and then wait for you to fully press your counterattack."

But this is the reality, they are just behind, saying nothing is useless!

Mark Qin suppressed his agitated chest. From the moment he played, he completely forgot about the pre-match tension, but this was indeed the most stressful game he played in South Africa.

Not psychological pressure, but pressure from opponents!

...

After the opening of the game, after Bosque asked the two full-backs to strengthen the double-deal press, the threat of England’s triangular counterattack was also significantly reduced. The team that can reach the finals, how can there be so many obvious loopholes? You catch, and there is Alonso who knows everything and knows everything on the other side.

After the England side was scolded by Capello, the two full-backs also significantly strengthened their pressing for the Spanish frontcourt fulcrum. After the two sides took three yellow cards together, they spent a balanced period of time, and none of them caused the opponent. What an obvious threat.

Rooney's range of activities in this game is quite large, the offense must jump into the penalty area to grab points, the defense must return to the midfield line to hold down Butzkotz, and he is also responsible for part of the task of pushing the ball.

He received a straight pass from the backcourt, stopped the ball and dribbled horizontally, and finally escaped the grab of Pique and Butzkotz, watching the opportunity and handing it to Maqin who came up behind.

You finally came up, and he thought to himself that because of the changes in history, he has not encountered melon Barcelona in Manchester United in the past few years, so he is extremely uncomfortable in the face of this kind of encirclement.

His eyes were all red, he didn't know where to pass, and he was intercepted if he didn't pay attention. This made him feel like he was back in the first game against the United States when he was a single forward.

"Mark, get the ball in the frontcourt, give Gerrard a good shot," Lineker said. "Mark has to invest more in the offense, otherwise the frontcourt movement is really a problem. There are too few opportunities to counterattack. We are behind now"

"Capello is also a dilemma," Wilson sighed. "If Mark is not in the backcourt, it will be difficult for us to play the ball. The problem now is that Crouch is absent and it is difficult for Rooney to hold the ball in the frontcourt. Mark comes up, the balance of the front and back courts is probably not a good solution for Capello."

The game went on for most of the game, England won the first opportunity to attack from position, the physical fitness of the Spanish players finally reached the first critical point and took the initiative to close.

Capello looked up and looked at the big screen. It has been more than 37 minutes. He still overestimates the strength of this group of disciples against Spain. If there is no Mark Qin control, I am afraid they are already 2:0, 3:0 behind. .

"Gerard, facing Capdevila's defense, did not easily bottom, kickback, and handed it over to Johnson," Lineker said, and the siege of Iniesta and Harvey came immediately. Then, Johnson had no choice but to rebate and walk back and hand it to Milner at the back. Milner took advantage of the situation and handed it to Mark Qin who came over.

The outer instep smoothed, before Alonso came up close, he turned and moved laterally. Lampard, who was back on the right side, just received the ball, knocked back gently, and handed it to the running Mark Qin.

Ashley Cole plugged in on the wing and took away Ramos who was about to come up. Pedro immediately gave up Cole and prepared to come and attack Maqin.

All England fans expect him to make a world wave from 40 meters away. They regard the Spanish defender and San Cassie as nothing, and a strong equalizer, but unfortunately it is impossible.

But he didn't stop his action either, greeted the ball with a rapid swing of his left leg, in the position of the left midfield, a straight arc passed the top ball, reached the penalty area, and went straight back to the point.

"Mark, pass the penalty area..." Lineker also shouted with great anticipation. Now England is completely counting on Maqin's pass to live the team, and counting on Pirlo's Italy is no different!

A white figure suddenly emerged from the back point. Gerrard is very familiar with this routine. For Manchester United, for Real Madrid, for many teams, he will receive such a pass in the front of the right.

Its success lies in the fact that the rapid rotation makes the defender very difficult to judge, and it is confusing, and the other is that the delivery is accurate.

"Gerard...", he saw his forehead leaping forward, facing the ball, but a red figure was faster than him on the way, his shawl's long hair flicked, and he jumped back desperately. Shaking his head, rubbing the ball out of the bottom line in midair, the white Gerrard passed him by!

"Oh oh...", the England fans in the stands held their heads in regret, and then yelled frantically, "eon, GoGoGo, England", "we must win!"

"Roar", the excited Puyol and Cassie came directly to celebrate with a chest bump. Gerrard kicked the goal post angrily. As long as this goal comes, he will definitely score!

"Corner kick, the defense of Spain's two central defenders," Huang Jianxiang sighed sincerely. The midfielder is so strong and the central defender is so strong. The goalkeeper is still a holy player, it's really hard to play!

No time to regret it, Maqin hurried over to take a corner kick. It may be that their physical stamina has reached a critical point. Although there is an extra day of rest, there is no obvious gap on the court.

He rarely drove low for this corner. He was driving forward, but he was headed back by Butzketz and he got the ball on the wing again.

"This corner kick was not well driven, but fortunately it went back to Mr. Ma's feet by mistake. Let's see..."

Capdevila quickly ran over to defend Maqin who was on the sideline of the penalty area. The England players who rushed into the penalty area to grab points did not return, waiting for Maqin's second cross.

He slowly moved the ball with his left foot between his feet to the bottom line, and then quickly reversed the outer instep, shook Capdevila, flashed out of space, and lifted his left leg.

Capdevila quickly turned the center of gravity to keep up. At this time Iniesta also came from the defense, but his foot still swayed, and his left foot paused sharply next to the ball, and gently moved to the bottom line. Dialed.

After Capdevila retracted his leg and moved again, Maqin's left instep again touched the football. This time the gap was large enough, and he also swung his left foot again.

There was a drag in the penalty area. Everyone felt that this time it was a true pass, and Capdevila felt the same way, so he lifted his right leg for the first time, trying to block the ball.

"Mark, break through the penalty area..." The ball rolled from Capdevila's crotch told everyone the answer, and he never thought about passing it!

In the second step, the ball with his right foot went straight to the bottom line, but Capdevila was not so easy to give up. He immediately raised his arm, turned around, and concealedly pulled Makqin’s shoulder, making him unable to lift it. Speed, and then followed closely.

"Mark, Mark..." Lineker saw Maqin who was standing in front of him and inserted into the restricted area diagonally, and shouted frantically. There was a heated agitation in the stands, and he broke through!

The ball was about to roll to the bottom line, Maqin raised his head and glanced up, and then lightly picked it on the ball. Capdevila, in order to prevent him from sweeping the small penalty area, used a flying shovel.

The ball jumped up, and people jumped up too!

When Maqin landed, he found that there was no ball around him. He turned his head and saw that the ball jumped straight in the air and hit Capdevila's unconsciously raised arm.

He is like seeing the most beautiful picture in the world!

"Handball, handball!", he frantically clapped his arm and rushed towards the referee outside the penalty area, "Boom", the White Corps in the stands completely exploded, "penalty kick, penalty kick", the BBC studio also It exploded, "Penalty, penalty!"

With a rapid whistle, Rossetti's arm pointing to the penalty spot undoubtedly became the sound of England and the hand of God. "Roar", Gerrard came over excitedly and made a fierce high-five with Mark Qin.

"Ah..., penalty kicks, penalty kicks," Huang Jianxiang shouted excitedly, "Mr. Ma did it, he did it, he is not alone..."

"Penalties, Mr. Ma is good!" Zhao Zhuona jumped up all at once.

Undoubted handball, no need to plead, unconscious touch can only be a strong word, the Spanish generals shook their heads and walked away from the referee, looking at Lampard who once again raised the gun.

"The equalization in the first half is too important for us, we must make a penalty", Lineker yelled nervously. Many English fans clasped their hands in front of their foreheads, bowed their heads and muttered, and were afraid to watch the scene.

Lampard kissed the ball again, his heart beat desperately, and if he missed another penalty, he would become England's sinner. The players on the bench put their shoulders on their shoulders and waited nervously for the result.

Capello clenched his fist secretly, he was more nervous and scared than anyone else. If this penalty is not scored, the blow to England will be devastating.

The players on both sides lined up outside the penalty area as if they were about to prepare for the 100-meter race. Rossetti checked and saw that Lampard had stepped back enough, and then glanced at Cassie, who was jumping on the goal line, and waved. He blew the whistle in his mouth.

Lampard's free throw steps are always a meal and a mistake, not always forward, as if to confuse the goalkeeper, his duel with Casey was in the blink of an eye.

The moment he waved his leg, Cassie rushed out to his right hand, and the ball hit this side as he wanted, but he hit the ground and the ball hit the upper corner.

Perhaps it is to test the nerves of the Englishman again. With a sound of "Duang", the beam shook rapidly, showing the power of the ball.

But the ball did not refract the goal, but bounced back down and quickly, knocking directly onto the thigh of Pique, who had rushed into the penalty area without making any movements, and rolled.

"Unexpectedly, I didn't enter again! Oh my God!" Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun both cried out incredible.

"MyGod!" Lineker was already speechless to ask the sky, the English fans took a breath and almost had a cardiac arrest!

Lampard's face was ashamed, and he didn't react and continued to grab the ball.

But there was another figure, the white No. 18 rushing towards the ball with Pique swiftly, "And, there is," Lineker screamed like a rabbit stepped on its tail.

Cassie climbed up desperately with his hands and feet, struggling to pounce on the ball near the corner of the penalty area, Pique quickly estimated it, and then fell to the ground without hesitation, trying to clear the siege.

Because Maqin next to him also threw himself out, raised his leg to block, and the penalty area was in chaos. Before Butzkotz, who ran in the middle, felt something hit his leg before he could see what was happening. Seeing the ball as if mocking him, it rolled into the goal ~www.readwn.com~ Lineker seemed to be venting all the air in his lungs, his pulse was at least less than a minute ago Soared to 180!

"Roar...", the fans in the stands and the whole of England began to hysterically release the huge fear and torture just now, and the blood was rapidly supplying the beating heart.

咚咚咚咚咚...

"The ball is in, the ball is in, I didn't see it clearly, but the ball did go in..." Huang Jianxiang shouted vigorously, "England equalized the score, they equalized it!"

Bobby Charlton and Martin Peters showed agility that was not in line with their age, and quickly stood up from their seats, applauded and cheered, and even stood up in their 80s!

Is it easy, not easy!

Capello sighed wildly and cursed the Italian national curse secretly. Mark Qin got up and led his teammates to the sidelines frantically.

Another **** own goal...