Green Life

　　 "Pretty, Mark, Liverpool's counterattack~"

　　 McCain went on to say: "The thing I admire most about Mark is that he knows how to play football by nature. Just now he made the challenge and the whole situation was immediately cheerful."

　　 Peterson nodded in agreement, and said: "It is estimated that Philip (Neville) still underestimated Mark. Although he has risen to fame, if the ball just now was Ronaldo, he would never be so reckless to shovel."

　　 "Look at how this ball Mark is going to advance~, oh? Pretty~~~"

Mark Qin took the ball to the center and formed a four-arrow posture. The two remaining Everton defenders and the right back Hibbert, who was chasing after him, were immediately attracted to move closer to the center. He took two steps, behind Al Teta and Neville were chasing back desperately. During the running, the arch of their right foot was pushed backwards. Aurelio took the opportunity to take advantage of the wing and accelerated for halftime.

Aurelio does not look at his body, this speed is really not covered, he, Maqin and Gerrard start at the same time, and when Aurelio takes the ball to the 30-meter area of ​​Everton, Maqin has fallen behind them. The two have two positions.

Job hurriedly moved closer to his right to block Aurelio. Hibbert automatically accelerated at a glance to make up for Job’s position. Stubbs had been entangled by Voronin, just hit him. , The restricted area is empty.

Voronin immediately ran to the other side of the penalty area, took Stubbs away, and leaked the middle. Gerrard did not decelerate at all, but accelerated and jumped into the middle of Jobo. .

Maqin was unguarded. Neville was still two meters behind him. Aurelio didn't continue to bottom, and he pushed to Maqin with a sweep of his left foot. Maqin made a comfortable push with the ball. On the route of Gerrard in the penalty zone, he does not need to hop the ball, nor stop the ball, only one kick can solve the fight.

　　 "Gerald~, single-handed~, oh~, Hibbert knocked him down, no doubt a penalty kick, Kratenberg pointed to the penalty spot"

　　 Just now, Gerrard was about to raise his foot and volley. Hibbert estimated that his brain was short-circuited. He stretched out his arms and knocked Gerrard down. Mark raised his hands high and the penalty was the same!

　　 Kratenberg ran over quickly and pointed to the twelve-yard point. Gerrard turned his head and saw a sigh of relief. This kind of derby can happen with any penalty, and it is not impossible for the referee to not judge.

　　Everton’s players did not protest either. There was really nothing to say. Kratenberg stood where Gerrard fell, pointed to twelve yards, and then beckoned Hibbert to come over.

　　 Benitez clenched his fists with both hands, his adjustment was successful! Moyes frowned and looked helpless. The joy and anger of the two in the camera formed a sharp contrast. Just a few minutes ago, their expressions were reversed, and the Premier League director was also a must.

Kratenberg took out the yellow card, just as Gerrard stood up beside him, "Hey, Mr. Referee, he fouled a possible goal shooter in the penalty area. There are no defenders behind him. According to the rules, this is a red card. , You can’t change the penalty scale just because the opponent is at home.”

　　 Kratenberg guessed that his brain was short-circuited, he thought about it, and he actually took out the red card from behind his butt.

Hibbert was relieved when he saw Kratenberg taking out the yellow card when he walked over. He was also afraid of being punished. He didn't know what Gerald said when he got up. Become a ruby!

Moyes was still frowning and wondering how to kick after being equalized. Seeing this scene, he immediately exploded and jumped to the fourth official. "Hey hey, why did the yellow card become a red card and Gerrard became Has the referee gone?"

　　 Peterson and McCain were also a little dazed, "This is~, the referee changed the sentence?"

　　 "No, he hasn't been punished yet, but he first took out the yellow card and then changed the red card. The point is that Gerrard doesn't know what he said, which makes people think about it."

　　 "This foul, it is said that the yellow card and the red card are in the past, and it mainly depends on the referee's sentencing scale. This way~~"

　　 "Haha, Derby is not controversial, is it still called Derby?"

　　 I remembered the boos in the stadium, "Shit referee, go home", "Did you charge Liverpool's black money, Soul Dan", "FK"

Everton’s players quit immediately. They surrounded Kratenberg. Captain Neville said angrily: “Mr. Referee, you can’t be influenced by the opponent’s players at will. Hibbert’s foul is not bad. You should also take out first. You have a yellow card, you can’t judge like this"

Kratenberg first wrote Hibbert's number on the red card, put a bag on his butt, and said: "I have not been sentenced, and I am not affected. He is the last person to foul in the penalty area. According to the rules, penalty kicks. Add a red card, no doubt"

　　 "No, no, referee, this is a derby, you can't change the penalty at will"

　　 Hibbert also excitedly defended, "Mr. Referee, penalties and yellow cards are okay, but the red card is too serious. My foul is not enough for the red card, and you can’t be arbitrarily changed by the opponent’s player."

　　 "Philip, let your players spread out and back away, otherwise I don't mind drawing a few more yellow cards." Kratenberg had to draw another card.

　　 "OK OK, we will appeal." Neville had no choice but to persuade the players to disperse. Hibbert shook his head and walked down the court with a mocking look.

"Moyes, please calm down!", the fourth official comforted Moyes, "I will write the game record, but this foul is undisputed, and the referee's penalty was not misjudged. Please go back to the coaching area. Respect the referee"

　　 "I respect a fart, he sent off my player, it was originally a yellow card, he ruined the game!"

　　 "The referee, come here, Moyes offended the referee," the fourth official said with his back to the headset.

"Oh oh oh~, Everton's situation took a turn for the worse. Moyes was warned by the referee's yellow card. He was still chattering~, less than ten minutes into the second half, Everton was sent off and they were also sentenced. ball"

　　 The stadium seemed to be boiling, full of all kinds of abuse, only the Red Army fans were singing and dancing.

　　 Kuyt walked to the penalty spot, and it was done overnight. This was his first goal in the league. Kuyt's goal efficiency, how can I say it, forget it, let it go.

Makqin and Gerrard were celebrating frantically on the sidelines with their arms around Kuyt. He gritted his teeth and waved his fists to the stands, "Souls, you shush, you laugh~, come again~", more and more The players of UU are pressed up, there is nothing more exciting than scoring a goal from a deadly enemy~

　　 The Red Army fans all flocked to the front, screaming in response to the Liverpool players celebrating below, countless red bars shouted in unison, and the wine spilled, "Dirk (Kuyt)~, Dirk~"

　　 "Hehe, originally this was a beautiful counterattack. It was full of controversy by one foul and one penalty. It is estimated that the two sides will still be entangled after the game~"

　　 After the kick-off, Everton did not make a substitution. Like Liverpool, they played as a five-back. Just move a central back to the side.

　　 Mark Qin felt that the sky was clearer suddenly, and he could finally control the ball comfortably. Hibbert and Neville defended him in the first half.

Moyes must have done research on him before the game. Hibbert is very difficult to turn around. Neville has shoveled him twice, otherwise he would not have known when Gerrard stabbed him. Probability will come to shovel.

　　 Everton reluctantly took it back, guarding his restricted area, leaving only a Yakubu in front.

　　Job's turning speed is obviously not comparable to Hibbert, so he firmly held the bottom line and left the inside line for Neville to make up.

Mark Qin caught the ball on the wing and took two steps. When Aurelio took Jobo, he took a few steps horizontally, past Gerrard, and pushed the ball to the center. Mascherano missed a gap in the middle.

　　 Mascherano took a long shot and kicked the ball to the corner flag area, hiss, Maqin had a toothache, it is said that Mascherano passed the ball well, why is the shot so bad~

　　 No wonder he didn't score goals in Barcelona for several years, Mascherano also felt faceless, shook his head and walked back.

　　 The rest of the time depends on whether Liverpool can find an opportunity in the offense and defense in this half to overtake the score~