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"F**K, fuck that Essien to death." In the Liverpool bar, there were countless middle fingers immediately raised, and the curse was loud, because just now Mark Qin stopped Reina's ball on his chest, and then he was about to turn around and break through , the action can be said to be very coherent and beautiful.

As a result, the puzzled Essien turned around and knocked Mark Qin to the ground. He didn't go for the ball at all, as long as people didn't pass, he didn't use his hands or feet for most of his fouls.

Only rely on his body and explosive power to charge and squeeze! , Mark Qin has played for two seasons, but he really has never played against Essien. The level of many people is known only once they meet.

With only ten minutes left in the game, Ma Keqin panted heavily and opened his arms and yelled at the referee, gesticulating with a four in his hand. He had already been violated four times by Essien's foul that only aimed at people in the second half. .

Herbert finally got the yellow cards this time. He only got two yellow cards in the first half, and the second half only lasted 30 minutes, and the number was three times that of the whole first half.

It can be seen that in the more than 30 minutes of the second half, no one can take the ball casually. The best result is to hit the frontcourt as soon as possible, hand it over to the striker, and then shoot.

Essien didn't do anything to protest, and backed away blankly, as if he wasn't the one who fouled just now. If he wore a mask, he could be called a cold-blooded killer.

"Essien fouled Mark Qin again. This time the referee gave the card. After Mark Qin scored a goal, Chelsea spared no effort to guard him. Even Essien's forward penetration became less," Zhan Jun said.

"Hiddink is very calculating," Zhang Lu immediately replied, "Chelsea's offense lacks Essien, the impact is not that big, but Liverpool's lack of Mark Qin, the power of the frontcourt has dropped by more than half."

Xiaolei nodded, then shook his head and sighed: "Hiddink is using Liverpool to deal with Barcelona to deal with Liverpool. This plan was proposed by Mark. I don't know if he has thought that it will come true to him so soon."

This plan is called "suicide defense", which fully reflects my outstanding tactical thinking in ancient China. You have to be able to complete this defensive task.

Today, apart from Mark Qin’s few shots in the opening ten minutes, after Chelsea made fine-tuning later, Essien’s performance can be said to be good, and Mark Qin has no chance to shoot. Of course, he cannot completely defend the pass, but he still There are teammates.

When Ma Keqin watched the NBA before,

I often hear the commentator say a word, only in the playoffs, do you know what the NBA is, and only in the finals, do you know what a real suffocating defense is.

He thinks it is also applicable to football games. Since his debut, he has played against technical teams such as Arsenal, Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​and Villarreal most of the time in the knockout rounds. He didn't play much against Chelsea last year.

Now he met Chelsea in the final, and he also experienced Ronaldo’s mood last year. From this point of view, Benitez is not completely wrong. Today’s Mark Qin was indeed weakened. Drowning in thick and strong and black and hard.

But Benitez is indeed wrong, because for a genius, you don't need to consider his adaptability at all. All you need to do is trust him and throw him on the field. Solve and create miracles.

"Chelsea made a substitution, and Guus Hiddink took the lead in making substitution adjustments." Ma Keqin stood up and was about to take a free kick, but the referee stopped him. He turned his head and saw that the future guard with a knife, Ivan the Great, was standing on the field. side, is preparing to replace Bosingwa.

"Director Zhang, please analyze what is Chelsea's plan for the substitution now," Zhan Jun continued.

"Ivanovic is a defender, although his assist ability is not as strong as Bosingwa's, but his defense and penetration are stronger," Zhang Lu replied, "Bosingwa also has some physical problems now, and Liverpool will play mainly on his side in the second half. Hiddink may be worried that Bosingwa will be beaten through. In addition, he stepped in later, which is a greater threat to the penalty area than Bosingwa.”

As a result, this substitution caused a sudden change in the situation on the court! , if Hiddink knew the result earlier, he must have replaced Ivanovic early.

Mark Qin took a free-kick, dropped a few kicks in the back, and then split the ball to Aurelio's side on the left. He would meet a trio of Ashley Cole, Malouda and Essien on the right. Bread clip, most of the time he will go to the left and cooperate with Aurelio.

Anelka's return defense was only a gesture, which allowed Mark Qin to gain some easy space. He received Aurelio's return ball, and Gerrard made a triangle pass to get rid of Lampard, and then sent straight to the goal. A behind, Ivan and Terry's combined belt.

It was Torres who quickly turned back and plugged in. Under normal circumstances, he would get the ball, but Ivanovic's turning speed made him make a mistake.

"Ivanovic, put the shovel, oops, the ball is very clean, he passed the ball directly to Terry from behind," Zhan Jun shouted, "He just came up in good physical fitness, and he kicked very well in these two steps. quick"

Chelsea immediately turned from defense to offense, Terry pushed to Essien in front, Essien turned around and pushed forward quickly, and gave a kick to Ashley Cole on the left before Gerrard came up to steal.

"Ashley Cole, he's quick with the ball, he's fast, Didier Drogba, he's got the ball up front and he's so important for Chelsea"

Malouda quickly cut inside and received Drogba's pass. At this time, Liverpool had already returned to the defense. Mascherano turned his head to see that Gerrard and Maxkin had returned, and hurried to help Lucas. Cover Malouda to prevent him from cutting inside or shooting from long range.

Looking down from above the stadium, red and blue seem to have gone through a tug-of-war, from Chelsea's half to Liverpool's half.

"Malouda, straight push, Ashley Cole, he is lapping the edge fast." Today, Ashley Cole's speed really caused Carragher a lot of trouble.

Although he had already defended the inside line, Ashley Cole was one step ahead of him, caught up with the ball directly near the sideline, and then kicked a cross.

This is Chelsea's common style of play this time. If you say that he relies on a tough defense and a tough body to fight for opportunities, that's right, as long as it works.

This time Ashley Cole passed high and far, or he also swung his foot unconsciously. As long as he was in the penalty area, he could rely on Drogba to try his luck, but at this time, no one paid attention, Ivano When did Vicky get into the penalty area.

Whether it was Hiddink's arrangement or Ivan the Great's habit, there is no way to know, but when Bruno, who was filling the seat, stepped back at the far end and wanted to clear the siege, he felt a "bang", a huge force knocked him to the ground. Fall forward.

"Ivanovic, when did he come up, why did he appear there?, header ferry, dangerous," Peterson shouted.

Mark Qin, who had just run to the penalty area line and turned around, felt a little bit in his heart, and quickly retreated to the penalty area to help defend, because Chelsea's three forwards were all in the penalty area.

This time Drogba turned around to face the ball and rushed forward, grabbed the spot, and directly shook his head to attack the goal. The speed of the ferry was not fast enough, and Drogba's head-shaking attack did not use his strength. Reina flew sideways. The ball was rejected at the door.

"Drogba, flick, Reina, he saves...Anelka...Goaaaaal...Chelsea scored, oh my god, it could be the winner," cried Peterson." Ivanovic played a huge role when he came up, Aurelio, you missed someone"

McManaman was almost slumped on the chair. The time for this goal was too frustrating. It was less than ten minutes. The referee firmly pointed to the center circle and shook his head to signal that Anelka was offside when he made a follow-up shot. of Liverpool players said NO.

"Oh, this ball, look at the slow motion... Anelka, it is true that he was not offside. After Drogba hit the goal, he started it one step ahead of Agger. This may be the shooter's sense of smell," Zhan Jun said regretfully.

"Liverpool is in danger now, and there is too little time left for them," Zhang Lu also shook his head and said, they all hope that Mark Qin can make history, but it is really so difficult to finish the job.

Little Redknapp directly hugged his head, and he didn't even have the desire to speak. The ball hit Liverpool hard. Anelka had already taken off his jersey, and ran towards the bottom of the Chelsea stand. It has boiled into an ocean.

Hiddink clenched his fists and waved them fiercely towards the sky. Everyone knew what this goal meant. Then he suddenly asked Belletti on the bench to warm up.

Counting stoppage time, there are only ten minutes. He has to defend until the end of the game. The champion is theirs, and the championship must be theirs.

"Attack, attack," Ma Keqin frantically shouted at his teammates in the penalty area for only two seconds, "Give me a crazy attack after the kick-off, leaving only Martin (Skrtel) and Harry in the backcourt." Will (Javier Mascherano), give me the fuck up, why don't you keep guard?"

At this moment, he was close to madness, and the situation finally forced Liverpool to start desperate, because their time was less than ten minutes.

"Attack, attack," Gerrard roared with the same arms waving, and he returned to that night in Istanbul in a trance, and he encouraged his teammates in the same way.

The boy who used to be in the stands is now standing on the field, but his arms are still waving as before. He is crazily calling for the fans in the stands, calling for the red color in the stands.

That is the source of strength for their battle, "Let us walk through the storm together...", as if in the past, the singing resounded through the stadium in a louder way, even Chelsea's wild shouts still could not overshadow their majesty .

All the Liverpool fans in front of the TV clenched their fists and touched their chests, and sang along passionately. This wish seemed to have traveled thousands of miles and gathered at the Rome Olympics at the same time.

"Fucking attack me, do you hear me?" Ma Keqin was still waving his hands and yelling at his teammates one by one in a circle. At this moment, only madness remained.

He doesn't want to lose, he can't lose!

He also wants to be a hero in the world, he also wants to revitalize the red love song, he also wants to write his own legend in the green field, he has many, many thoughts.

How can this time, here, fall down?

None of his teammates complained about his roar, because their eyes were blind. No one is willing to fail after working so hard this year!

Ma Keqin suddenly realized that he was wrong, a big mistake, he wanted this championship too much, so he began to carefully calculate the gains and losses, and carefully think about the tactics.

All Liverpool's coaching staff and their captains didn't dare to think about attacking, because we lacked three important main players, because this is a final where no mistakes can be made!

People will always find too many excuses and reasons for themselves. They fantasize about dealing with Chelsea like Barcelona, ​​but these are two extremely different teams after all.

They failed, Maxkin failed, and for the first time he felt remorse on the pitch, because he was the side that pushed the defense to counter-attack and even take penalties.

From the very beginning, his mentality was lost. The absence of the main force, Chelsea's style, and his mentality of worrying about gains and losses made him completely abandon the spirit and pride of the Red Army!

Smiling at the future Forrest Gump in the ward may be just a kind of psychological comfort to yourself, what do you rely on to win the championship!

Your calculations have lost their power here, because the opposite is a forest of muscles, and your counterattack brought the opponent's two changes to an abrupt end.

Knowing that the opponent is attacking instead of defending, what do you have left?

When I knew I couldn't do anything, I put on my clothes and armor, and fought loudly, even if the blood was burned out, I would die a worthy death! , This is the Red Army, this is Liverpool!

So he was angry, angry with himself, so he was crazy, to the world, crazy.

If he loses, it will be a psychological shadow for his whole life. Where is the pride of being able to do everything in the world at the beginning? Where did the joy of Fengwu Jiutian go? Where did Mark go?

They were all stolen by the damn St. Brad's Cup.

The things you love the most may be the things that destroy you the most!

"Ah...", he roared crazily, what could be more heartbreaking and wailing than this, he finally fell into the well of desire that he wove.

Looking up at the sky, there was a sneer.

Man, you are so interesting!

The fear of losing the game, uncovered his bloody scars, and exposed it to the sun. Today, there will be a battle between this fear and desire.

Back off, you can't do it, you are doomed to lose, what are you doing to provoke ridicule?

I want it, but if I try my best and still can't get it, wouldn't it be more painful?

I came to this world naked, I can't afford to lose anything!

"Chelsea, substitute, Hiddink is going to stick around until the end of the game. Indeed, one of their hands has already touched the championship trophy. Belletti replaced Drogba, leaving only Anelka in front. May 41st, there is not much time left for Liverpool," McNamamaman said in a low voice.

The referee's whistle brought the game back to reality, and also brought Ma Keqin back to reality, and then saw the red tide rushing towards the blue embankment.

They're going to do a suicidal flush, or blow the dike, or burn themselves!

The coaching staff and the benches of the two teams stood on the sidelines, waiting for the result and a miracle. In the stands, there were cheers and Never Walk Alone! , the difference is clear.

Countless people are praying, and there are also countless people waiting. Who can break through the defending blue army?

Guardiola bowed his head in the stands and sighed deeply. Mark Qin defeated himself. He hoped that he would win the championship in the end, but there is no such perfect script, so that’s fine. He sighed again, come to Barcelona, All your dreams can be fulfilled here.

Isabella and Aiming bit their lips tightly, feeling unprecedentedly nervous, and they had never seen Mark Qin so crazy before.

"Gerrard, long shot...", Peterson's yelling continued, every minute and every second, "Lampard blocks, Mark, he is everywhere"

They have considered splitting the ball. Liverpool can't grab the cross. It's just a chance for Chelsea to delay time. They have all returned except Anelka, three central defenders.

He pushed forward without hesitation, and then rushed forward crazily. Even though Essien's shoulder staggered him, Torres still couldn't catch the ball, but it didn't matter, keep grabbing.

Mark Qin's frenzied grabbing made Alex, who received the ball poked away by Terry, not dare to hesitate, and directly kicked his feet. Skrtel beat Anelka in the middle circle and headed the ball to Agger.

This is Liverpool. Agger took the ball forward and has become an absolute central midfielder.

Wherever the madness unfolded, it was destined to continue there. Lampard pushed up, the ball was handed to Gerrard, Essien pushed up again, and the ball was handed over to Mark Qin, who was behind him.

Mikel stuck close to him, five minutes had passed, the regular game time was about to end, and the fourth official on the sidelines was ready to hold up a plaque for four minutes of stoppage time.

Many Chelsea fans have vaguely seen the team's first Champions League winner, and they cursed the annoying red color and accepted the fate of defeat early.

"There is not much time left, Liverpool must hurry up", the commentary has become McManaman, "We have Istanbul, nothing is impossible", he finally shouted.

Ma Keqin was completely crazy. He was holding on to Mikel. There was very little space. If he hesitated, he would face a three-person double-team. So he stepped on the ball and knocked the ball from Mikel's crotch with his heel, because he Know that Torres is behind.

Turning around forcefully, Mikel raised his arm to stop him, but he didn't dare to shovel after all. The free kick in this position is too dangerous, and he is wearing a yellow card.

Terry and Alex have frantically come over to close the door, but Ma Keqin is still in danger of being injured. Facing Alex's shovel studs, he directly stepped on the ball that Torres desperately stepped on. Soaring up, Alex's slid leg underneath will be under his raised foot.

"Mark, shoot...", McManamando hoped that this would be a world wave, but unfortunately, Mark Qin's ability to draw the ball in a hurry was already the limit.

Cech only moved a little bit, and lifted the ball out of the crossbar with both hands, "Oh, it's a bit straight, it's a pity," Meka said regretfully.

"Liverpool has to seize this corner kick. Stoppage time has already been played. 4 minutes. This is Liverpool's last chance," Peterson finally found and almost interjected.

Without delay, Ma Keqin immediately ran to the corner. Everyone in Liverpool went up, even Reina. This corner kick may be their last chance.

Mark Qin set the ball and looked up. The lights of the stadium were still bright, but there were so many people in the penalty area that they couldn't see clearly, they were tearing and pulling, and the referee's whistle sounded several times to stop the dispute.

A quick half-high ball was taken by him from the corner, but unexpectedly, it did not fly to the penalty area, but fell outside the penalty area, near the top of the penalty area.

The crowd pressing forward to reach the top made the place look particularly empty. Outside the restricted area, except for Mascherano who was dragging behind, there was only the short Aurelio.

"Mark, he drove outside the penalty area, Aurelio..." McManaman screamed frantically with all his strength, because he saw Aurelio swinging his thigh, and the person closest to him was also on the third floor. meters away.

"Boom", this is an extremely strong kick. When he saw the ball coming towards him, he didn't have time to think about why, he just swung his foot subconsciously!

God hadn't given up on them yet, the ball flew fast against the low height of the turf, flew straight to the penalty area, and flew straight to the goal, even though the penalty area was crowded with people, there was no gap.

Then "bang", "swish", it set off a wave that was extremely gorgeous and beautiful in Ma Keqin's eyes!

"Goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal...", McManaman is crazy, Peterson is crazy, James is crazy, Redknapp Jr is crazy, all the reds are crazy on the pitch, all the reds are crazy in the stands, the world All reds are crazy.

No one cared how he was refracted, and then jumped into the damn net, no one cared! , the important thing is that the ball is fucking in!

"Hey...", "Ah...", the crazy Red Army soldiers didn't even know who to go to celebrate, they frantically piled up Arhats on the sidelines.

"Boom...", the Red Army stands completely ushered in an explosion, and it was booming, booming, and the roaring continued! The earthquake shakes the mountains, the sun and the moon change, and the rivers and rivers change color!

"Goaaaaal...GoalGoalGoal...what F**K Goal...", Peterson was crazy, "This is Liverpool, this is Liverpool, this is Liverpool!"

No words can describe it, no poems can describe it, my chest is filled with ecstasy, I just want to drink three thousand cups to live up to today's good years.

Ma Keqin even laughed so hard that he shed tears. Was it crying or laughing? Just now, they have stepped into the abyss and started to fall!

Now, they're back on shore! , Aurelio has already been kissed, and the whole process was finally released in slow motion. It was Torres' ankle that completed the fatal refraction!

"My God", the crowd in the bar even knelt down to pray, kissing the ground excitedly, tears streaming down their faces, the sun is still shining on Liverpool!

Guus Hiddink stood blankly on the sidelines, unbelievable, the duck in his hand actually flew, the same head roared, and all the blues in the penalty area, some of them sat on the ground blankly, and some stared blankly at the goal , God, are you playing tricks on us?

Ballack held his head in pain and couldn't believe it. The world shouldn't be like this. Alonso, Dirk, Enrique and the others had already stood up from their seats, and then ran down the stands crazily to the bottom railing. He raised his arms and shouted, screaming at the sky.

"It's an equalizer, a miracle, Liverpool equalized in stoppage time, the game is about to end, Liverpool equalized, this is Liverpool, this is Liverpool!" Zhan Jun's frenzied cry could only come out of his hoarse voice at this time.

If the referee hadn't stopped Liverpool's celebration, they might have been able to go on forever. This is an endless carnival.

Then, it is...

"Attack, let me continue to attack, they are panicked, confused, and scared", Mark Qin, who re-kicked off, screamed and took the lead in attacking Chelsea's hinterland.

Excluding the time for celebration, the game took less than two minutes. The ball was passed back layer by layer. Chelsea was really in a mess. They didn't dare to take the ball and drove the ball to Agger's feet.

That's great, he's the most accurate long pass.

"Return to defense, hold on, and mark people", Hiddink on the sidelines was completely confused, he didn't know what he was shouting, he just felt scared.

In the past few minutes, Liverpool's life-and-death situation suddenly turned upside down, and it became Chelsea's life-and-death situation. He knew that the team was in chaos at this time.

Now all he wants is you fucking referee blow the whistle, I'm going to stop the damn game, I'm going to overtime, I'm going to take a penalty!

"Liverpool, Liverpool are crazy, they are still attacking crazily, and there is still the last time in the game, don't they think the miracle just now is not enough?" Peterson was also shocked, he has not recovered from the *** just now It calmed down in the middle of the *, and then another wave of hurricane struck.

Yes, not enough, not enough, far from enough, the **** flames have not been burned out, and there is no end to the crazy charge.

This is the beginning of madness, this is the continuation of redemption, a new chapter is important to open, and the road to conferring gods will also be paved. The wheel of history cannot be reversed.

Kakaka, that is the bell of fate, that is the overdue glow!

The ball flew straight from the backcourt. In his most direct way, our purpose was only one, which was to attack, attack, that huge goal.

It found Gerrard who had already rushed to the front line, jumped high, and flew the header, which was to swing towards the ribs of the penalty area, because he knew that Mark Qin and Torres were both charging there.

A broad chest, it does not need to be too strong, but it is enough to carry hope, it does not need to be too thick, but it is enough to support dreams.

It was a piece of red chest, rushing into the penalty area like the wind, and marched forward bravely amidst the fearful cries of "stop him".

Torres blocked Terry, and Maxine chested the ball directly past Ivanovic, who was still trying to head the ball away, and would not give him another chance.

The speed was very fast, the ball flew to the bottom line of the ribs, and behind him was a sprinting red figure.

"Mark, Mark, he inserted into the penalty area, he has a chance to shoot..." Peterson hoarsely shouted the hope's name again, and he appeared in a fatal position.

"Oh", all the fans in the stands stood up, the blue ones were exclaimed, the red ones were looking forward to it, some even had tears on their faces, it was unbelievable.

There is only one step between hell and heaven, the left foot is heaven, and the right foot is the world.

Cech nervously moved to the near post. He was powerless to do anything about the goal just now. This time, even if he killed him, he couldn't let the ball go into the goal again in less than two minutes.

Then they will definitely be reduced to another fairy tale, with a miserable background.

It's just that the black-haired boy in red has already swung his left leg, just like the position where he volleyed when he first appeared on the field, at a 30-degree angle to the goal, on the right side of the goal, and Cech's right hand side.

Everything is like an end, and everything is like a new beginning.

"Boom", he swung his left foot firmly on the ball, and then there was a beam of swift light, he passed over Cech's panicked palm, passed over the small penalty area, and then hit the far end straight On the goal post, Duang's shot bounced into the net.

Left foot, it draws towards fate, smashes hell, draws out heaven!

"Ho ho ho...", that is the unbelievable countless explanations that make the tongue confused, it is the heroic ending that the world's shouts can no longer burst out.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, that's countless hands pointing to the sky in the stands, countless hands hugging their heads and crying, those are the arms flying in all the bars.

It was too exciting and for a while, they lost their voice, language, and even their reaction. The team members, whether they were red or blue, all had their heads in their hands. It was unbelievable. This is what they saw. The ending .

A tear fell from the stands, and a breeze blew across the sky, which was the color of the moon.

Light and shade.

Only the red black-haired boy, he has already taken off his shirt, waving his arms and flying wildly, running along the circle of the plastic track, shouting wildly, and then followed more and more crowds behind him, Because the referee has already blown the whistle.

This is not to give any chance to regret, lore!

Go crazy, roar, run recklessly, this glory belongs to you, this salvation also belongs to you, everything in the world belongs to you.

"Goaaaaaaaaal...GoalGoalGoal..., my god, my, my, my, my...", no one cares about his incoherence, because everyone is like this, "Liverpool two goals in four minutes, comeback lore, they are Champions League champions..."

The roaring sound resounded all over the world at the same time. This ending was faster than a roller coaster, and it was unacceptable for a while.

blue, pain? , All the people fell to the ground, which was more painful than last year. Tears covered his cheeks, Hiddink was dumbfounded, and Abramovich kicked the stool.

Parry and Moores hugged wildly, whether it was football, honor, or something.

Everyone on the pitch in Liverpool joined the long-distance runners, followed by the black-haired boy, Alonso jumped down, Enrique jumped down, Kevin Dirk jumped down, and Cahill.

Roaring, screaming, laughing, and tearful.

There are so many strange things, Ma Keqin just ran and ran like this, all the cameras followed him, his face was covered with tears, but he didn't know, he didn't know whether it was happiness or what.

The tears were wet, and the wind was light, blowing into his mouth, it was salty.

Until he couldn't run anymore, he threw himself under the fans' stands, and then several fans jumped off, and his teammates gathered around, and then hugged and carnivaled.

Then the road to becoming a god suddenly opened...