Green Life

One game, 90 minutes, can change the fate of many people, this game is enough to explain everything.

Its follow-up effects can even change a country in certain areas, at least in England.

The Portuguese under the dark red jersey left the stadium lonely, including Mourinho in the stands. Their loneliness seemed incompatible with the carnival at the moment.

Ronaldo rejected Ferdinand's courtesy comfort, and resisted the tears that were about to fall from the corner of his eyes, humiliation, failure, and downright, even though he didn't have much time to win against Mark Qin.

But there has never been a moment so painful!

He represents Portugal, and Maqin represents England. Never before has it been so direct and straightforward!

Winner King, Loser Kou!

He was never afraid of failure, otherwise he would not be able to achieve today's achievement, but how many four years in his life?

In the lens, Ronaldo walked into the passage lonely, and then the director quickly turned to the field as if he was afraid of missing some shots.

There are reveling England players!

"Dad, I think I have to go to Ukraine." Isabella sat on the sofa and watched the live broadcast. She stroked her hair and said. As a girlfriend, she is at least very incompetent compared to those English wives. "of.

The wives of those players can't wait to appear in the stands every day, or in the newspapers in Manchester in London, Isabella and Makqin are really low-key in this respect.

"You should have gone long ago," Madels held a pipe in his mouth. "You have to learn from your mother, Mark is your career. It's okay to stay with me, what's the future..."

Five years ago, he could not have imagined that he finally made a football investment, and his daughter would marry a football superstar. Everything seemed to have taken a big turn after he came to Liverpool.

"This is his business, I know him, and he also knows what I'm doing..." Isabella got up and opened the curtains. There were only sporadic lights outside the window, and you could vaguely feel the city square celebrating England's victory.

Staying with Maqin these years, she is almost numb to victory, as natural as eating every day.

It's not as good as London, and it's more like a big rural village than Manchester, a hundred miles away, but it means a lot to him.

So she started to run before and after two years ago, in the football industry, she can not help him much, but at least it can make him more worry-free when he comes back one day.

"Isa, you've grown up..." Old Madels looked at the still jubilant TV screen, and the man who was firmly locked by the camera had grown up.

He smiled with satisfaction. It was his daughter's blessing to find such a son-in-law, but also his own blessing, not because of the light of his superstar, or the wealth that has grown exponentially in recent years, but because this is a reliable man.

In five years, he was almost insulated from the scandal, and even from the outside world, he lived like an ascetic compared to his wealth and status.

"My dear..." The old man paused, and he was astute, and he also felt a little uneasy from his daughter, Maqin, he stands too high now, and the tall one is a little out of reach.

Exist as a British national treasure! He even went to get to know Gascoigne more than ten years ago.

Gascoigne's life? A mess, alcoholism, marijuana, grumpy, beating girlfriend...

This symbol called "Mark" made her feel unreal more and more, even though she was with her every day.

What will happen after he wins this time? She can feel it without even thinking about it, but I am just an "ordinary" girlfriend.

"Baby...", the old man put his arms around his daughter's shoulders from behind, and patted lightly, "You must understand that there is no perfection in this world, nor is it all glorious..."

"Love needs to be managed..."

Issa lightly leaned his head on the old man's shoulder, and said softly: "Dad, I understand, sometimes, I just feel... I think he is walking too fast, it's almost... I can't keep up."

"Fool", Madels smiled. At this age, many men and women are still in love, but they have been together for almost five years, and they are facing completely different from ordinary people.

As a past person, he knows that the freshness has passed at this time, and the future will be more of tacit understanding and habit.

"It can make me such a good daughter not confident, enough to show that Mark is really good..."

"Dad..." Issa pouted and turned her head to act coquettishly with his father, "You are still making fun of me..."

"Hehe", Madels touched her daughter's head indulgently, "Go, you haven't been by his side in this kind of big game, have time to go back to Switzerland and talk to your mother, I miss her Will teach you a lot"

"Ok……"

"Wow, Mark, Mark, Saint Mark..." The decibel pierced the eardrum came on the TV again.

"Congratulations on winning the best player of the game, you once again led the team to complete the feat of reaching the finals...", countless microphones almost slammed into Mark Qin's mouth.

And Maqin was waving his hands to interact with the fans in the stands, the fans in the stands shouting his name like crazy.

"We are full of confidence, we are not afraid of any team, our goal is championship, championship...", other England players interviewed not far away were excited.

"This is a breakthrough. I don't want to talk about fate or previous history, but as you can see, we are already strong enough. This comes from unity..."

Facing the camera, Maqin said with confidence that if there is still a component of luck against Spain, then this game, they have completely played their own confidence.

"Portugal is not a weak team, you can win so easily, is there any special preparation before the game?" the reporter asked.

"No, it's not easy at all." Mark diligently shook his head. "Most of their main players are playing for the wealthy of various countries, but we are more mature. We pressured them and blocked their arrow characters. The result showed us. well done……"

"Hey, Mark", an extremely beautiful female reporter squeezed the microphone in regardless of her image, "Now it is said that you are the greatest player in the history of England, the savior of England, and the whole of England thinks you are a national treasure. 4 days later , Will you lead England to crown a crown they have never touched?"

Mark Qin shrugged, "There is a saying in the East that there has never been a savior in this world..."

"But whether it is facing Germany or Italy, I think, instead of worrying about them, they should worry about England now."

Loew and Prandelli both listed Mark Qin as the number one enemy in their hearts. Today, how Portugal made him play around and witnessed.

Although only one of them could stand in front of England and Mark Qin after 4 days...

"Tsk tusk", Nasser looked at the magnificence off the court in the Qatar game, and couldn't help sighing about Makqin's situation. Wherever he goes, he will bring earth-shaking changes.

For example, Atletico Madrid in the past two years!

"I think we need to re-negotiate a contract." He did not look back, but there was only one person in the private room besides him, Maqin’s Queen’s agent, one of the most powerful players in football now, and Mendes Jonathan on par!

"Thank you for your generosity," Jonathan replied with a smile, and looked at the court with the same pride, "but you know that Mark has his own insistence on the contract period."

"Yeah, I understand." Nasser nodded frequently, "but I think the current contract is no longer worthy of his identity..."

What does Qatar and Atletico have? The answer is rich! And it is very rich! Very rich!

Everyone knows how Makqin came to Atletico in the first place. Nasser just wanted to make some emotional investment early. After all, through the two years of understanding, Makqin is a man of affection.

"I think he will receive the club's kindness..." Jonathan smiled and said, quite a bit of Jiang Taigong's fishing safety.

"I heard that Real Madrid wants your Bell?"

"Oh?" Jonathan raised his eyebrows, "Why, is Atletico also interested? But as far as I know, Ancelotti doesn't value Bell that much..."

Real Madrid is actually not Mourinho, but the former king of Bernabeu, Zidane.

"Bell has great potential. Atletico is now a top giant, and naturally only top stars can be worthy of..."

Jinyuan football is now more and more prosperous, even if UEFA spends great efforts to balance, but this general trend, they still can not stop, there are only a few stars, more and more wealthy people.

Whoever can grab it, that's it!

And last year, Atletico Madrid lost to Bayern Munich in the Champions League semi-finals. Ancelotti later concluded internally that he also felt that Atletico Madrid lacked a strong winger or center. Now Atletico Madrid’s frontcourt is too small, quick and single.

The Champions League championship is the goal Makqin put forward within the team at the end of the season, and he is bound to win. He said that the club and Ancelotti must treat it with caution.

He has only played in the Champions League final once, which is too incompatible with his current status. Moreover, he owes Atletico Madrid.

"Mark, Mark..." Maqin, who walked into the passage and was about to return to the locker room, heard someone calling him.

"Mark, I'm sorry." The extremely beautiful reporter trot over with his little high heels, sweating, and while there were not many people around the corner, he quickly handed over a business card from his hand~www.readwn.com~ Mark, this is my business card. I hope I will have a chance to interview you after the game. I'll be waiting anytime...", after saying that, he flirted and turned away.

Makqin took the business card subconsciously. He was inexplicable. He raised his hand and saw that there was a series of mobile phone number and hotel room number on the back of the business card, which was written carefully.

"Tsk", he squeezed it, glanced at a trash can next to it, clamped a small card in his hand and flew straight in.

"Daughter-in-law, hurry up to **** you, someone is prying your corner again...", he mumbled and walked towards the locker room.

I haven’t seen him for half a month. He really misses Isabella. Except for the Aiming family, Isa may be the most true witness of his existence in this world. Let him get up every morning to confirm that it happened to him. The body is more than a dream.

It is real, real, tangible, and visible. Some people are happy for him, and some are worried for him.

"Bang, hula..."

"Haha, we are in the final..."

As soon as he entered the locker room, it was inevitable to make a fuss. At the press conference not far away, Capello couldn't help but feel proud and talked.

"But whether Germany or Italy can reach the final tomorrow, they will all face the strongest England, the strongest in history."

"Lampard? Are you dissatisfied with his performance on the bench? This is just a tactical need. We are very united!"

"Mark, yes, you can't praise him too much. He finished another classic game. He scored the crucial first goal. Let us..."

"Shoo..." Isabella tightened his seat belt, and the plane took off slowly and flew to the Glory Land...

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