Green Life

At the Football City Stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa, at this moment, the smoke burst, like thunder, heart-piercing shouts filled every inch of corners and filled the night sky.

The British fans have unprecedented madness, the streets and alleys, bars and offices, countless people all put down everything at this moment, raised their arms, and chanted.

"Drip, drip, drip..." The horns of the cars waiting for the signal lights on the road buzzed for a long time and sounded!

Everyone knows what is happening at this moment. Those who watch the live broadcast and listen to the broadcast have only one reaction. No matter what they are doing before, it is cheering!

Crazy cheers, cheers for life!

"St. Mark, St. Mark..." This shout not only echoed in the court, but also echoed in every corner of England.

One goal sets the country!

Just a few minutes ago, everyone was in fear, everyone was in fear, Spain’s offensive was too strong, and they were slowly falling into the abyss.

Unstoppable slipping.

Apart from the physical impact on the court, they have nothing to take.

What the national team objectively reflects is the overall level of this country's football. British football is now fully lagging behind, all of which is reflected in this game.

The **** facts are not submitted for rebuttal, and even many commentators in England have written manuscripts for the defeat.

Capello's conservativeness, Mark's silence, the roughness of English football, they can find thousands of reasons, all the media are good at this.

But there is only one reason for victory, and that is not wanting to lose.

No one wants to lose on the court.

So this Jedi counterattack-like performance not only made them crazy and mad, but also made them fall into a dream and couldn't believe it.

No signs!

Without any mental construction, and preparation.

It came so unexpectedly!

Maqin suddenly arrived in the posture of the savior, burning everyone's already fragile nerves, until they all cried, laughed, and were crazy, at a loss.

Football is damn, football is great!

"Lore, lore! Saint Mark! Ah...", the few people in the BBC studio had already lost their minds, leaving only their throats and blushing roars.

"Ah...", "FKGOAL", "I love Mark, I love Mark"...

Blurred, dreamy, incredible!

The violent storm that rolled up in South Africa all summer arrived at this moment and changed every corner of the world.

He became synonymous with miracles.

The Spanish commentator lost his voice collectively, watching this scene in disbelief, watching the director replay the goal over and over again, endlessly!

Spain is attacking wildly, and their momentum is growing.

Then he suddenly jumped into the picture, got the ball, took the wing, two or two, even at this moment, many people still did not realize the determination of the black-haired boy.

He didn't get in much of the suppressed game.

So they put more energy into blocking Rooney and blocking front catching points like Gerrard, just as they did most of the game.

The 3232 formation, Bosque is really aggressive, or is he losing his final sanity because of the one-sided situation?

Attempting to kill the game for 90 minutes is like a very tempting cake, and looking at the confusion and chaos of the British in a place within reach, no one can hold back.

When Makqin and Gerrard once again made a two-by-one, many Spaniards' hearts shook, and the British fans who had been frustrated were glorious.

It can be said that the finishing touch of this series of processes, the story has officially entered a climax here.

They are three defenders. Alonso retreated to the center. What does it mean that he was so overrun?

No one thought of this script, no one thought that he would turn the tide in such a way at this time.

Pulled the England that had fallen into the abyss, and kicked Spain down!

Turning hands is a cloud, covering hands is rain.

Mark Qin used a long-distance attack that was rare in his career to paved England and his own glorious road!

Although he really can't connect more than 5 people, even though he doesn't have such fancy dribbling skills.

But everyone has witnessed how he used his own way to conquer the world.

His presumptuous laughter became the best interpretation.

What football is, as long as the ball is delivered to the goal in the most correct way, it is the best competitive football!

There is nothing to copy this way.

This road is unique.

"Strong! My Malaysian president! Great, the ball king Maqin, this is a performance of the ball king level, no less than Maradona in 86, even better than him", Huang Jianxiang's words are like A machine gun, abruptly.

"He was born for football, no one can beat him, no one...", he roared heartbreakingly, roared, and roared vividly.

Zhan Jun and Hao Haidong hugged each other fiercely, slapped each other's back hard, no one understood what the countless people in their country felt at this moment.

If you want to talk, I only wish you a smooth journey!

"My God..." Xiao Lizi crossed with one hand, "This is a performance even crazier than Jordan"

"Ah..." Wozniacki in the corner screamed, even more excited than she won the championship.

"We did it, Mark did it!" Bobby Charlton cried, and his hands trembling while hugging Martin.

"Did you see it, Dad, I knew it, Mark would do it, I knew it!" Erdgau screamed with a flushed face, shaking his father to the point of falling apart.

Jonathan and Peter hugged fiercely, Aming and Isa's heartless hug, without words, actions represent everything.

The Queen of England and Prince William are now like light shining on this body again, recreating the glory of the past.

Cheers, shining, silence and ecstasy, at this moment formed two completely different camps on the court, with a strong contrast.

The Spanish players, on the court and on the sidelines, looked at their backcourt blankly.

Torres hugged his head, as if returning to the reenactment of the Champions League final that year, what else is impossible?

All the white rushed towards him.

Bosque raised his hand and couldn't put it down, he had forgotten, so he kept the action of letting the players return to defense, dumbfounded.

Cassie was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the night sky, tears from the corners of her eyes slipped uncontrollably, and her brain went blank.

Where is Mark Qin?

He was still laughing and slapping the lawn, he was happy, he was happy, and he was about to blow up excited!

Pique, Puyol, and Maqin finally collided fiercely, causing pain all over, but nothing could stop him from laughter, and the tears of laughter were about to come out.

After being afraid, I suddenly met ecstasy, this great joy and great sadness, a few people were calm and comfortable, and they were on the verge of losing control without seeing the whole scene!

The legs of Pique and Puyol were pressed by Mark Qin, but they didn't react at all except looking at the goal blankly, just watching everything that happened.

Too fast, the situation has changed so fast that they have exceeded their imagination and even their understanding.

How did this happen and why did it happen?

It's just that no one will give them the answer now!

This classic scene will inevitably be recorded in the history of the World Cup, forever, forever...

"Ah..., Mark", the first one to run over was Gerrard. He just wanted to pounce and stopped the car alive because there were two Spanish players below.

Then came Rooney, Lampard, Barry, and more people, including Joe Hart, who surrounded the three of them.

Mark laughed wildly, and they also yelled, without disturbing this special way of celebrating.

The live footage has been shrouded in this weird picture, one affects the hearts of all people and the other affects sentient beings.

"Haha, oops, haha", Maqin wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his hands, "huh," he turned his head left and right to look at the nearby Pique and Puyol.

At first they were at a loss, then the three of them were extremely embarrassed, and finally they were disgusted and wanted to separate immediately.

"Hiss...", "Hiss..." As soon as Mark Qin moved, there were two cold breaths coming from nearby.

"Oh", watching Mark Qin want to stand up, Gerald and the others immediately went over and helped him up.

"Mark, my thigh is bleeding, team doctor, call the team doctor soon", the teammate immediately waved frantically to the sideline.

The live footage showed a close-up of Maekqin's thigh standing up. The two openings were at least ten centimeters above the left and right knees, and they were already bleeding.

The teammates hurriedly put him on the ground, not only them, Pique and Puyol clutched their left ankle, the other clutched their right ankle, calling their team doctor frantically.

"All three people seem to be injured." The more professional Zhan Jun reacted first. "Mark had his thigh cut, and Pique and Puyol seemed to have twisted their ankles..."

"Oh..." The madness on the stadium fell silent after seeing this scene, waiting anxiously for the result.

The team doctors on both sides ran over frantically. England hurriedly stopped the bleeding and bandaged Maqin. "The skin trauma on the front of the thigh, the wound is not deep, the problem is not big." The team doctor comforted Maqin who was lying down while bandaging.

On the other side, "sigh, hurt...", "Me too", when the pain came back when I felt it came back, I was too focused on the goal just now.

The Spanish players surrounded the two of them, "sprained ankle, it should be a crushed sprain, you need to take a film to check the lower ligament", the two team doctors shook their heads and said that they must leave the field, and they will definitely not be able to continue the game.

"FK", a player immediately looked at a distance with a resentful face, and there was also a circle surrounded by white circles.

"Oh, no, it seems to be strained." After the bandaged Mark Qin was about to stand up, there was a pain in the back of his right thigh.

"Huh? Where?" The team doctor put him down and asked nervously immediately.

"This", he touched the muscles on the back of his thighs, "It doesn't hurt if I don't move, it hurts just now."

"Here?"

"Does it hurt?"

"What about bent legs", the team doctor raised his calf and bent his knee.

"It doesn't hurt, but I can't walk hard"

"Understood, it should be a muscle strain on the back of the thigh. How did you feel when you shot?" the team doctor asked again.

Mark Qin thought for a while and shook his head, "I was too concentrated and didn't pay attention, but I was almost out of energy at that time."

"It should be caused by fatigue, let's change people," the team doctor turned his head and said to another team doctor.

When the three stretchers came up together ~www.readwn.com~ the scene was stunned, and the big screen began to repeat the moment when Maqin shot the goal.

Pique and Puyol's shovel from the left and right obviously wanted to block the shot, but they were still a step too late. Like Cassie, they didn't expect that Maqin would suddenly hit his toe while running.

Then Maqin fell forward, and their feet slammed into each other. Almost at the same time, Maqin's thigh was pressed under him, and then the bodies of the three collided.

After getting up, the three of them became the virtue of today!

Capello hurriedly arranged for Upson to replace Maqin on the field. The team doctor walked to his ear and said a few words, obviously feeling Capello breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't say anything, go back to the locker room and deal with it first. We can't miss you when we receive the award!" He said, holding Maqin's hand on the stretcher. Maqin nodded and gave him a smile.

Bosque comforted the two main central defenders on the stretcher in a low mood, and then sat back on the coach bench with a wry smile and shook his head.

Substitution, another fart, he has already used up three substitutions, the general situation is gone, what a fuss...