Green Life

Professor Wenger stood up again, but this time he raised his arms and shouted, an away goal is worth a thousand dollars.

Just this one goal brought the two sides back to the same starting line, and Liverpool's advantage disappeared.

"Come on", Gerrard and Carragher clapped their hands together, inspiring the spirit of their teammates.

Mark Qin is comforting Lucas, "Hey, Luca, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself"

"That's my defensive area, if only I could run faster." He finally made a mistake in this kind of big game, and he made a mistake that was not a mistake. Frustration is certain.

"Hey Luca, we are the league champions, that's not what a championship team looks like"

There is no team that will not be scored, and no team can win all the time. The important thing is to muster the most passionate fighting spirit for the next battle.

The Arsenal players celebrated wildly on the sidelines, and they stepped up from the abyss again.

There was a brief silence at Anfield, and being equalized in a short period of time was a blow to both the players and the fans.

But in terms of mental toughness, not many fans in the world can compare with Liverpool fans.

Moments later, Anfield was buzzing again, and the song You'll Never Walk Alone came again.

Mark Qin raised his hands and gave the stands a high-five in response.

"Pa", "Papa", after a while, the audience spontaneously followed his rhythm and clapped their hands together. Countless arms were waving in the stands, and the rhythm was unified, which was spectacular.

They believe that they will be able to advance.

"If my brother is a star, he must be a Taiwan bully!" Ai Ming said, looking at Ma Keqin, who was particularly typhooned on the court.

"Sannie," Sam said with a smile beside him, "Your brother is now a star, more famous than many stars!"

Mark Qin stood on the field, compared to being a star, he only wanted to be the winner tonight.

"Arsenal seized an excellent opportunity to counterattack," McManaman said, "Liverpool must respond as soon as possible. If Arsenal score another goal, Liverpool will have to score two more goals. Increase the difficulty of their promotion"

Benitez pushed up his glasses,

Waving his arms on the sidelines to keep the players from being affected, this kind of goal can only be attributed to luck.

If Skrtel was a little more deflected or stronger, he might not have scored this goal.

But luck on the court can patronize you once, twice, it will not always favor you, and in the end it depends on strength.

"We walked through the storm together...", after Liverpool kicked off again, the fans raised their scarves again, like a bridge leading to victory in the entire stadium.

"Hey, hey, Luka", Mark Qin yelled and received the ball from Lucas, and passed another beautiful pick to Enrique on the wing.

Hleb was transferred, Diaby stepped up, and Enrique quickly passed the ball across to him, and he flicked the outside of his instep and handed it to Dirk, who was in front of the side.

"Beautiful, Mark fumbled the ball, Lucas got the cross from Dirk, and he got away from Diaby," said Peterson.

"Mark is the midfield organizer of this game, and his performance will greatly affect Liverpool's offense," McCarthy said.

Ma Keqin also thinks so, but he is still trying to find the rhythm with his teammates. After all, this is not U18, and it is impossible for the whole team to cooperate with him tacitly.

He must reduce passing errors caused by lack of tacit understanding, which is equivalent to giving Arsenal a chance to counterattack.

Zidane looked at Mark Qin on the field and felt that he was better in the past ten minutes than at the beginning of the game.

Although he doesn't have that kind of sharp assault and scalpel-like direct pass, but in his eyes, this is the essential quality of a midfield commander, that is, to control the game!

At Old Trafford that year, the alien Ronaldo scored a hat-trick. Many people thought he was the star of that game, but more professional people would not ignore Zidan.

In that game, his 100% pass success rate, 0 turnovers, and 0 steals fully explained what a perfect midfielder is.

In Zidane's eyes, a midfielder must not focus on assists, let alone scoring goals. That is the task of the striker.

An excellent midfielder must first be a good commander. Have you ever seen a commander charge forward in every battle?

They are always behind the scenes to create killing intent, goals and assists are just appendages in the process of organization and control.

"Mark retreated and received a cross from Gerrard, and picked a pass into the penalty area..."

Just now the ball slid around Arsenal's 40-meter zone from left to right. Gerrard went down to see that there was no chance on the wing, and passed the ball back.

Mark Qin kicked the ball over Flamini's head, and Senderos struggled to take off without touching the ball.

"Torres, stop the ball in the chest, and Gallas is against him in the penalty area, shooting..."

Torres made a half-turn and was squeezed out of the kick. He just touched the ball with his toe. The ball bounced off Gallas's leg and bounced back.

"Javier Mascherano held off Cesc Fabregas, Mark, beautiful, he fell to the ground in time to sweep the pass, and passed the ball to Lucas that Cesc Fabregas hadn't controlled yet..."

The rhythm is slowly getting into Liverpool's orbit, and their attack is like a rising tide, one wave after another.

Lucas gave the ball to the defense with one kick, giving Mark Qin time to get up and run again, and the Arsenal formation was pressing outward.

Mark Qin is slowly entering a state, a state he once played against Arsenal, but it was the Champions League, against the Arsenal youth team.

He completely failed Arsenal's small-scale passing and cutting cooperation, because most of the ball in the game was at the feet of the Liverpool youth team.

It's just that he is still close to the goal. He hasn't completely forgotten himself, his opponent, winning or losing, only football.

So he got up and ran non-stop, soon, that feeling, like the whole green field turned into a chessboard, he jumped out and became a player, the mountain is no longer a mountain.

Football is just a series of flying routes!

Running to the back waist area, "Lieutenant, give it to me", he shouted towards Carragher, how can you be a commander if you don't command others!

Carragher was stunned. He had never seen such a domineering Mark Qin. He was usually more like a humble boy. Although he sometimes shined brightly on the field, off the field, this was a very peaceful and warm boy.

It was a kind of aura, a kind of magic, he only had football in his eyes, let him...fly according to his own wishes.

Put an end to all accidents!

"Beautiful," exclaimed Peterson heartily.

Mark Qin made a beautiful half-turn, and with a heel knock, he passed Fabregas, who was coming to press.

In the easiest way!

Fabregas slammed on the brakes, but Mark Qin had already passed the ball with one kick and ignored his entanglement at all.

He stared firmly at the ball that rolled to Arbeloa's feet. Next, he should push forward.

He ran to the right midfield position, waiting for Gerrard's possible return pass, and the football arrived as promised.

"What did I see?" McManaman shouted in surprise, "He's an elf!"

With a slight flick of the toe, the ball flew up obediently, passed over the head of Flamini who was rushing over, and fell leisurely.

One foot was just right, caught the falling ball, took advantage of the trend, and went straight to the top of the penalty area.

"Marc, Marc, his light pick, past Flamini, he's like a stake"

Peterson had a feeling that he would once again have the honor of witnessing the opening of Pandora's Box, which was a complete surprise.

Performance!

There is no greenery, no cheering, only black and white balls rolling obediently.

Diaby looked at the boy who was staggering from side to side and stepped on a bicycle. Before he could react, he gave his left foot to Lucas who stepped in, and had to turn around and chase.

Toure's inertial pressure must block Lucas' advance. He has no time to complain about Flamini, who was easily passed, because he is trying to catch up.

stop!

Flamini ran past Ma Keqin with a swish, "Luka!", and the ball obediently returned to his feet.

It's an atmosphere, like depressing air pressure, where you pass the ball to him without realizing it.

"Beautiful", this is the first time Peterson has said this word.

Facing the ball knocked back by Lucas, Mark Qin dexterously flicked his instep, turned an arc of external rotation and went straight to the left side of the penalty area, and Enrique inserted like the wind.

The ball just landed on his running feet, and he made a sideways trip to the baseline.

Several times of cooperation in the middle made Arsenal shrink their defenses uncontrollably. When the balloon flew over their heads, they realized belatedly that the wing was empty!

"Enrique..., he entered the penalty area", Eboe and Toure frantically blocked his cross.

"Enrique, the cross..."

He didn't choose to lob the ball directly into the penalty area, because the players in the penalty area were too dense, and there was Toure's flying tackle, but he passed it back to the top of the penalty area.

There is Ma Keqin who is bending his bow and nocking an arrow, and is rushing towards the top of the penalty area.

Senderos didn't dare to rush forward again this time. He turned his head to look at Torres, stood firmly in the penalty area, stared at Mark Qin who was rushing forward, and was ready to block his long-range shot at any time.

Of course, the more important thing is to guard against his through ball.

Almunia stared nervously at the movement in front of the penalty area, and at the same time watched Torres' movement from time to time. He still remembered the fatal scalpel at the beginning of the game.

"Mark, Mark", Peterson looked at Mark Qin who was rushing towards him at a sudden speed, expecting him to volley, which would directly detonate the audience.

But even he couldn't think of it, and Arsenal's defenders naturally thought of it. Diaby, Senderos, and Flamini behind him were all guarding against his long-range shots.

Flamini will not be stingy with fouls when necessary.

The ball flew around an arc, and when it reached near the penalty area line, it was just right for raising the leg to volley. Ma Keqin faced the ball and made a volley gesture.

Flamini had already reached out and grabbed his jersey, ready to pull it the moment he exerted his strength, disturbing his balance.

Many forwards' shots are affected by this defensive strategy. Experienced defensive players know how to find the perfect balance between fouls and limited defense.

Feeling the surroundings, Ma Keqin immediately gave up the idea of ​​volleying, but changed to volleying.

"Boom", the collision of the ball and the arch of the foot made a soft sound, even though Flamini grabbed his jersey, it still did not affect his movements.

Because he just raised his legs to find a good angle.

Almunia stood one meter away from the goal, and following Ma Keqin's movements, he was about to squat down and pounce sideways.

But I didn't expect that the ball didn't fly over at a high speed, but flew high first, and went straight to the dead corner on my right.

Almunia kicked two steps, quickly flew sideways, and stretched his arms vigorously.

But the ball still passed his palm slowly, and then began to fall, sticking to the junction of the beam and the post, and straight into the net!

"Goal...al...al", Peterson roared with all his strength, "A lob, another lob! Van der Sar's depression has not dissipated yet, and Almunia joined him again..."

"Boom...", as the ball passed the palm of Almunia, the audience boiled again.

Subconsciously, Diaby and Senderos, who turned their backs on their backs, stared blankly at the ball that fell into the net, dumbfounded...

I finished writing this chapter at noon. I am not satisfied. I took the time to revise it all afternoon. I am still not satisfied. I am very dissatisfied. I will not change it! This chapter should be the climax, I don’t know why I can’t write that kind of feeling, annoying o?o