Green Life

The fans in the stands and before the live broadcast didn't know what happened. They only saw three stretchers lift the three players out of the field and then went directly to the locker room.

The referee Rossetti was also very surprised. He repeatedly confirmed with the fourth referee and Spain whether there was anything else that needed to be changed, and Bosque almost asked if he could apply for a rematch!

Spain has 9 people left, and apart from Ramos, there is no authentic defender. After the reopening, except Ramos staying in the backcourt, the rest rushed to the frontcourt like crazy.

Even with a trace of tragic and strong!

Ramos received the ball and drove to the front court with a big foot. They had no other way except the last point. Casillas rushed up to replace Ramos, and Ramos rushed up.

England all returned to defense, and no one had any plans to counterattack. Capello sternly shouted from the sidelines. If they can't hold on now, they will commit suicide collectively.

Headed to the top, kicked the ball to clear the siege, and was driven back by Cassie. After two or three times, Rossetti looked at his watch. Before the ball landed again, a whistle ended the game.

The Englishmen who had already been waiting on the sidelines rushed into the arena madly, and the white in the entire stands suddenly exploded.

"Champions, we are the champions, England is the champion...", "Ah...", the BBC studio ushered in a frantic foursome combination of demons and dancing.

Countless beers were thrown directly into the sky, and the British crowd instantly rushed from the house to the street, gathering more and more, and more and more, "Champions, champions, we are **** champions..."

Spain was silent collectively, and tears of disappointment slipped unnaturally. The players on the field could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground one by one, letting the tears raging.

Lost, we lost!

At the last moment, we shouldn't lose, we are the better performer. We have created several times their shooting opportunities. This should not be the result.

The entire football city stadium has completely turned into a white world, and the only thing left in red is frustration.

"Roar...", Maqin received a simple treatment in the dressing room, even though he was lying on the massage chair, he still raised his hands and shouted happily.

"Champion, we are the champion", "Hercules Cup, haha", "we won the championship, haha..."

Two masseurs were helping him relieve his leg muscles one by one. They didn't let go of their work, but were equally excited to congratulate this young man who has become an absolute superstar.

They feel like dreaming!

"Boom", the door was quickly knocked open, Isabella ran in anxiously, followed by Aming, Jonathan, Peter, and the assistant coach.

"Mark, how are you?" Issa was weeping, anxious, looking at his legs worriedly.

"Don't worry, Isabella", a team doctor and masseur straightened up and said with a big smile.

"We will deal with it simply. A slower action will not affect his acceptance of the award. The slowness can be two or three months, and the faster it can be one month. As long as you recuperate in summer, there will be no sequelae.

"You scared me to death, just now I thought..." Isabella said nervously, holding Maqin's hand.

"I told you that my brother must be fine," Aming said with his arms around Isabella, "don't worry about it."

Jonathan and Peter also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, this is a minor injury. Fatigue strain is too common in football players' careers.

"Okay, don't worry, I'm fine", Mark Qin smiled and comforted Isabella.

"I have to accept the award in a while, we are now world champions, haha, congratulations to your husband and me..."

Nothing can suppress his ecstasy now, for a whole month, 7 games, it doesn't seem to be much, now it's finally coming to an end, the result, perfect!

Several people asked him to pay more attention, and then pulled the desperate Isa out of the locker room. This was not a place where they could come in, if it hadn't been for the injury of Maqin.

"44 years, 44 years, we finally won the World Cup again, and for the first time we were able to engrave our name on the World Cup," Lineker exclaimed with tears in his eyes.

"Thanks to the great Saint Mark, who directed all this, and thank everyone on the team, who made this summer our best memory", the words were extremely emotional.

Only football talents can understand the feelings of football people, no matter where it is, when generation after generation struggles for a cause, it will write its unique history, hope or loss.

"This is a World Cup belonging to Mark. He led England all the way. He is unparalleled. He shocked the world. This is a wonderful result we dream of but dare not imagine too much. Thank you," Wilson said emotionally. .

After decades of ups and downs, people's hearts are grown in flesh.

After the ecstasy is a deep aftertaste, every moment is satisfaction, surprise and happiness.

England fans are happy this summer, and many players who are on the verge of leaving the national team are also happy.

Terry and Lampard hugged each other for a long time, unable to cry. Gerrard covered his face with his hands and squatted on the ground, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, Rooney was running again with a bunch of young people, Carragher red eyes Applause again and thank you.

Beckham hugged Capello, crying like a child, who knows how long he waited for this moment?

"Unexpectedly it was England"

"Unexpectedly it was England"

"Unexpectedly, it will be England"

Countless people have made the same sigh at this moment, Ferguson, Wenger, Beckenbauer, Cruyff...

"England, champion...", "We are the champion...", the referee Rossetti held the ball and walked off the court in full of celebration. His work is over.

"Can you give me the ball?" Carragher asked Rossetti, who was passing by him, "I think Mark must want to keep it as a memorial."

"Of course." Rossetti smiled and passed the ball.

"Your Majesty, congratulations, you have won the World Cup in South Africa..." South African President Zuma, FIFA President Blatter, and even Spain's Queen Sophia politely congratulated the Queen of England.

There was a round of applause in the stands, but they all felt that something was missing. They all looked at the exit of the passage, and the cup ceremony was about to be held in a while, didn't they come out?

Of course, they don't understand the actual situation. If they don't come out, it means that they are seriously injured, and no one wants this result.

"Boom..." There was a burst of enthusiastic shouts from the exit of the passage, and the director's shots turned around in an instant as if they had been prepared.

"Oh...", "Mark, Saint Mark", "He is okay, I said he will be okay"...

"St. Mark, St. Mark...", the shouts were suddenly grounded, and the sound shook the sky.

This scene deeply shocked countless fans in front of the TV. The black-haired boy slowly walked out of the aisle with the help of the team doctor, slowly, but his face was filled with unconcealable happiness.

Yes, happy, what could be happier than this.

"Congratulations to President Ma, as I said, judging from the situation at the time, it was at most a strain." Huang Jianxiang immediately fired up as a hindrance, but he was so happy that he was greatly relieved.

"Congratulations to President Ma, he became the first person in Chinese history! Unique! 7 assists, breaking the single-session assist record, the previous holder is...Maradona", as if the roar from the clouds, only catharsis can meet the scene His passion.

"There are still 8 goals, which also tied the scoring record set by the alien Ronaldo in 2002 after the 74 World Cup," Zhan Jun also shouted loudly.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable," Hao Haidong shook his head with an unimaginable expression on his face. "I didn't feel so shocked at all when I watched the game, but at this time, it was really incredible."

Makqin stopped after walking out of the passageway, waving his hand to the stands in a position where all the fans could see.

The sound of "Saint Mark" was earth-shattering, and even the politicians found it incredible. The eyes of countless people focused on him, and there was a different kind of demeanor.

His debut in Liverpool was absolutely shocking, but it was far less shocking than today.

In the future, his position in world football, especially the British football, will be no less than that of Maradona in Argentina!

He is only 19 years old, dumbfounded!

"Great, great, great", South Africa's legendary President Mandela said to himself while sitting in the box. He will participate in the closing ceremony of the World Cup for a while.

Unexpectedly, watching a great performance in advance is good for South Africa, and the world will remember this World Cup more because of the South African World Cup.

Because of legend, so legend!

"Is it okay?" Gerrard and Lampard rushed to Mark Qin in ecstasy, and more and more English people gathered.

"What can't be done," Maqin replied with a big laugh.

"Brothers, go up", a group of several people took Maqin's bandaged thighs, and suddenly carried him onto his shoulders with a sound.

Like the stars holding the moon, they carried the already smiling Maekqin, and began to walk around the stadium to accept the endless cheers from the fans.

At this moment, it does not belong to the Queen of England, does not belong to the Prince of England, does not belong to Capello, does not belong to anyone.

Only belongs to the one that has resounded throughout the world: Ma 18!

"Boom... St. Mark", "Boom... St. Mark", every time you walked to a stand, there would be violent noises, hands raised high, and worshipped.

The whole grandstand circled down like a wave of people, wave after wave, screaming tsunamis.

The staff is nervously tidying up the podium, the Hercules Cup exuding the most dazzling light, was transferred from the passageway to the podium, where the Queen of England Blatter was listed!

"This is really a dreamlike night." Women are always more emotional. Zhao Zhuona said with her hands folded and staring, "His girlfriend must be very happy now."

Hero, her love is the hero of the world!

Which woman can reject such a script and such an arrangement, even though there are no seven-colored clouds here.

But there is a white auspicious cloud~www.readwn.com~Capello is out of glasses. I didn't know where that thing was taken just now. Beckham is next to him.

The two of them watched their teammates crowding Maqin quietly, walking little by little, laughing very freely.

"Good luck!" The two sighed almost at the same time, and then smiled at each other without saying anything.

Capello was lamenting that it was time for him to come, and Beckham was lamenting that he was lucky enough to see this scene.

"E...", the championship march suddenly sounded over the stadium, indicating that the awarding session was ready.

At this time, Maqin was also carried back in a circle, "Good job, Mark, thank you." Capello hugged Maqin who had just come down tightly. It was not easy for him to do so.

"Thank you too, boss, for giving me such a free stage," Mark Qin responded heartily.

The stars are shining at night, here, more shining...