Green Life

This time, they turned into white fans jubilantly in the stands. The Spanish fans fell silent just like England before.

Bosque scratched his head and walked to the sidelines to comfort his players. This is really a blow to morale. After you can no longer do your defense, you were scored an incredible goal.

Apart from lamenting that luck is not on my side, there is really nothing to explain, especially in such a major final!

Butzkotz stood in the small restricted area, spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face, he did not react at all.

what's the situation!

"Let's take a look at the slow motion. The ball hit Pique's leg and rolled to the corner of the penalty area. President Ma rushed over with him," Huang Jianxiang said while watching the replay.

"Pique puts the shovel to clear the siege, and President Ma also puts the shovel. This...It should be that Pique swept the ball first, but he was immediately blocked by Mr. Ma's feet, and went under the armpit of Cassie who was thrown over. He hit Butzkotz's calf and bounced into the goal."

The people who watched in a slow motion are five fans and three things, dumbfounded, and after confirming it several times, they can see the specific process.

"Don't die in a catastrophe, don't die in a catastrophe," Hao Haidong said, shaking his head, "I'm lucky. If this goal is not scored, it will be a big blow to England, and the collapse is uncertain."

"There must be a blessing," Zhan Jun breathed a sigh of relief. "Although there is indeed a strength gap, I still hope that Mr. Ma can realize his dream and don't leave any regrets."

After all, this kind of regret is too great, and it is impossible to delay it for a lifetime. Baggio is so sad!

"Huh", Zhao Zhuona patted her chest and panted, "I was scared to death just now, I was too nervous"

It's not just him that is nervous. Look at the madness in the BBC studio, and look at the gaffe of the English fans.

Look at the nearly collapsed Lampard running to the sidelines and yelling at Mark Qin, almost crying, you will know how important this ball is to England now!

The real name of this ball is hope! It's called salvation!

The difference in strength is not only visible to the people off the court, but also easily felt by the players on the court. After all, this is Spain at its peak, just like Barcelona at its peak.

It is difficult for them to grab the ball from the red opponent, and then their offensive advancement is also difficult.

If this kind of goal is not scored, even Makqin does not know how many teammates on the field are confident to turn defeat into victory.

"Ah...", "Roar...", "Equalized", Maqin and the others celebrated wildly on the runway, they roared ferociously at the stands, and the response to them from the stands was also an angry roar!

England fans are not in the mood to care about who scored the goal or who scored the own goal. The most important thing is that the goal is scored!

"My God," Lineker clutched his chest, "Lampard's kick is going to scare me to death. I must ask him for mental damage when he comes back!"

Alan Shearer is the most calm, even he breathed a sigh of relief, with lingering fears, "Lampard is estimated to leave a huge psychological shadow, he is no longer suitable for penalty kicks."

The penalty spell is like this. If you don't make it once, the pressure will be extremely great next time, and ultimately destroy all your confidence before twelve yards.

There are too many players in this world who usually score a lot of goals, and get helpless by the point of penalty.

For example, I love penalty kicks, fan's embarrassing fakes, Benteke!

This unlucky luck balloon finally released the worry and pressure that the English generals had accumulated for most of the game.

Gerrard held Lampard's shoulders and comforted him while walking back. Lampard's eyes were reddish, and it was obvious that he was crying with excitement just now, and he was more afraid!

The final, the final after 44 years!

"Now the two sides have finally returned to the same starting line. Both sides have scored an own goal. This is really... very interesting," Huang Jianxiang regained understanding and said that the first half was nearing the end.

"Eh, what's going on?" Zhan Jun questioned.

The live footage Limara reached close-up. Maqin sat down on the sidelines. The team doctor was treating him with a wound on his calf. The coaching staff brought him new socks.

The lens clearly shone on the socks placed aside, there was a torn hole and blood stains.

"Oh, this calf wound is as long as a pinky, it should have been caught by Pique's spikes," said Zhan Jun.

"The team doctor is giving him emergency treatment, the impact should not be big, the skin is injured, but the horse is always really fighting," Huang Jianxiang said.

There was thunderous applause from the stands, and Isabella in the box looked worriedly at the big screen. It was not until Makqin bandaged and put on the socks and ran on the court seemingly without effect, she was relieved.

"Relax, Issa, this little injury is okay for my brother. The injury he suffered in the fight was much more serious than this..." Aiming said carelessly.

There is a football player’s family who has a lot of benefits, including money, fame, and status, but many people are also worried about them, and they may be seriously injured.

Although it is a small probability event in terms of probability, it is by no means rare in the news of retiring due to serious injuries.

After the kick-off, England's morale was obviously boosted, and the overall forward pressure was much more aggressive and fierce, and even Spain, which was once robbed, could not pass halftime.

"Rooney, steal the ball..., Butzkotz hasn't recovered from his own goal, he has handled it too carelessly", Huang Jianxiang suddenly shouted, "Rooney, get out of the gap laterally, shoot long..."

The ball flew directly to the bottom corner of the goal against the turf from 30 meters away. Cassie reacted quickly, and a side thrust was pressed under him. Unless this kind of ball hits an absolute world wave, it is difficult to pose a real threat to him.

"Concentrate, don't relax!" As the big brother and captain of Barcelona and Spain, Puyol immediately expressed his dissatisfaction with Butskec.

Makqin was dissatisfied, and finally broke the ball. He dealt with it too carelessly. The last attack was wasted.

The coach Bosque raised his wrist and looked at his watch, just when the fourth referee raised the stoppage time scoreboard for 2 minutes.

Spain goal kick.

England didn't press the whole court, they spent the last time of the first half with the backcourt possession and did not launch another attack.

"Beep, beep..." Rossetti blew the whistle at the end of the first half on time.

There was a sudden explosion in the stadium, cheering and escorting the players of the two teams to the passage, even though they were both unwilling!

"Well, the two teams tied 1:1 in the first half. First, Spain’s Alonso’s long shot caused Joe Hart’s own goal, and then England used a penalty kick to create Butsk’s own goal before the end. Long"

Huang Jianxiang smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, this should be the most own game in the World Cup final so far..."

The players from both sides walked into the channel, the atmosphere was very dull, even when they passed the Hercules Cup, they just glanced past.

They were very difficult to be satisfied with the score in the first half. The Spaniard felt that the goal was lost and England recognized the gap.

The momentum and composure of no champion is not fed by champions, and England is not in this rank at least.

"You all take what I said before the game as a buzzword!" Capello didn't give this group of players a face at halftime because of the equalizer.

"Top defense, blockade, don't get over easily, try to handle the ball as simple as possible! What was the result, you only played a good 5 minutes"

He was referring to England's attack that caused two consecutive shots. Apart from that, Mackin's personal flash was one of their few highlights.

He snapped the tactical board, furious, "Do you think you can compete with Spain?"

"Huh? Johnson, Cole, and you, Lampard, are you going to watch the Spanish perform on the wing? Why do you give them so much space?"

One of them counted as one, and all the players he saw bowed their heads and said nothing. The atmosphere in the locker room was depressed, as if a storm was about to roll up!

"This is the **** World Cup final. Have you ever played? I haven't played any fucking." He clenched his fist, his face cruel.

"We are not aristocrats, forget your **** glory and history, you are just a bunch of **** shivering in front of your opponents!"

"But **** also have the dignity of bastards. Your yellow card is one less than the Spanish. How about your aura and your desires, waiting for Spain to give it to you?"

"Boom", the tactical board was beaten fiercely again, "Wolf, be a bloodthirsty wolf, you can take a bite of meat from a powerful enemy, and you can't be killed."

"Keep your eyes on your enemies at all times and don't give them any chance to invade your territory. This is war, war!"

Mark Qin closed his eyes and listened. He had never seen Capello so hysterical, but he agreed that in Spain like this, you don't have to bite your teeth or fight for your life, the chances are slim!

"Germany, didn't you remember their lesson? We have to make them pay for every pass. I want you to paralyze their pass, especially forward pass!"

"In 1986, Maradona had five of you in a row, and used a **** hand to break into a lore. Do you have some fighting and some fighting? You should be the background!"

"If it is me coaching, I will let the player tackle his legs and make him afraid, so all that is left for you is crying"

"Like a Luther..."

"Are you **** Luthor, there are only 45 minutes left!" The violent words accompanied by the breathing of blood rushing, and the noise from outside the wall, all this is like a **** blood. Picture.

Tearing people want to howl!

"We are not" and "We don't want to be Luther", the English team members stood up and roared one by one, Maqin also opened his eyes, ready to enter a new battle at any time!

Beckham raised his hand and looked at his watch and motioned to Capello. He scolded him for 15 minutes!

Watching the players file out red-faced, Beckham who stayed at the end gave Capello a complicated look, "This way, I won't let them lose control in the second half," he asked uncertainly.

Capello closed his eyes and sighed and waved his hand. "David, remember how I scolded you in Real Madrid?"

"I want more championship experience. We couldn't beat Spain. This is a fact that I recognized in the first half. Although we were not behind in the score, it was luck."

He closed the door again~www.readwn.com~Spain only needs one goal to kill us in the second half, do we have to count on luck? Still count on Mark? , No, that's not right"

"In the final stage, they had some physical problems, but in the second half they would not give us such a chance. If we still play like the first half, you may not feel much disadvantage, but in the end, you must die. It's us!"

Capello patted Beckham on the shoulder, "David, I want this championship like you guys!"

He grabbed the doorknob with his hand, and suddenly thought of something, then he turned around and said: "Tell the players after the game, don't spread what I said."

Beckham pursed his lips and nodded solemnly. Maybe he was right, but he could only hope he was right.

This has nothing to do with tactics, because all the tactics that England can use have been eliminated by Spain.

All they have left is will and blood!

Fight, kill, use their bodies to break free from Spain’s sleepy rhythm, they will have a ray of life...