Green Life

From the first moment of the game, it was full of gunpowder.

Derby's penalty scale has always been relatively loose, otherwise half of the players will be sent off in a game.

Brutal collision, fierce tackle! Sweat running all over the field.

Quick, fast without any rules!

The ball is flying around, if you don't play the ball within two or three seconds, what awaits you is either a pinch or a foul!

Toot toot became the main theme. Although Clattenburg tried to relax the scale and increase the continuity of the game, there was still nothing he could do. If he didn't call the penalty, the game would become a wrestling match, or even a free fight!

Fortunately, although both sides were passionate, they did not lose their minds. The moves were big but not dangerous. They both rushed the ball.

There are three undead runners in Liverpool's frontcourt, Voronin, Dirk, and Gerrard who suffocated!

The ball must be flying! Even if Everton pass goalkeeper Howard back, one of the three will go for a galloping tackle!

This competition is all about physical fitness, willpower, and momentum!

Going to the special code, Ma Keqin spit out a mouthful of saliva at the noisy arena and the chaotic situation, wishing he could go on the field and shovel these sons of bitches away!

He began to hate the blue that was everywhere, with an indescribable disgust in his heart, even though he liked the color blue very much in his previous life.

There is only gunfire on the battlefield, there is no reason, no sympathy, the fans shout for every collision, every tackle is ferocious, and the blue veins are exposed!

Gerrard had just galloped 20 meters, fell to the ground on the edge of the Everton penalty area and shoveled, forcing Jagielka to drive the ball into the stands.

"Hey, Gerald, Gerald, you are a fighter, you will never give up~, Gerald, Gerald, you are a brave man, you will never bow your head~, you are our captain, you are our flag~"

The passionate singing from the red stands washes away the blood in your chest, who are you resenting for? Who are you cheering for? For whom are you squeezing the last drop of sweat from your body?

"You'll never walk alone~ah~you'll never walk alone~,never~never~"

This scene seems familiar, Ma Keqin seems to have returned to the Istanbul night, looking at the man with the number 8, writing a unique temperament called loyalty, leader, and passionate youth!

The moment you submit your transfer request, you just want to know,

Is this city worth protecting?

You rejected Chelsea, he held the city!

This man with number 8!

Since then the city,

Then there is faith,

With inheritance!

Even if the vicissitudes of life~

Stimulated by this scene, Ma Keqin jumped up and ran, slid and knelt on the grass on the sidelines at least two meters away, and shouted for this high-spirited declaration of war!

The action of Ma Keqin was broadcast on the big screen, and the red agitation became more intense~

"Doo!" Clattenburg blew off Finnan's throw-in, ran to the sidelines, and beckoned Benitez and Mark Qin over.

"Take care of your players, don't irritate the fans"

"And you, Mark, pay attention to your behavior, if there is another time, I don't mind sending you to the stands"

Benitez stroked his hair speechlessly, turned his head and ignored Mark Qin.

"Okay, Mr. Mark, there will be no next time"

Clattenburg gave him a contemptuous look, "Although we have the same name, but here, you have to call me Mr. Referee", then turned and ran back to the arena.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Ma Keqin happened to pass by the fourth referee, turned around and said to him, "Did you hear everything?"

The fourth referee thought to himself, "I will write it in the game record, now go back to your seat, don't irritate the fans, or I don't mind calling the referee over again"

"Hoo, I like Mark more and more\

,"Alan Hansen said with a smile in the commentary, "I admire his attitude towards the game and his general demeanor on the field. Liverpool will always be red~" He shouted the last sentence, which scared the host of the commentary~

Run, youth; run, red; run, the faith in my heart~

If this is the world of Saint Seiya, it is estimated that Ma Keqin will shout: "Phoenix Wings and Heaven~~"

"Oh~", a fire phoenix rises to cover the sky, and in the fire, a man who is destined to be lonely slowly walks out, wearing swallow feathers and a golden armor on his head, attracting eternal youth in an instant~

"Hey Mark, Mark," Lucas shook his shoulder.

He came back to his senses, "Well, what's wrong?"

"The boss asked you to warm up, go quickly~"

"Huh?" He was a little puzzled. Twenty minutes into the first half, Benitez had already turned his head away, so he had no choice but to go to the sidelines to warm up full of confusion.

As soon as he arrived on the sidelines, he saw Benayoun sitting on the ground clutching his ankle, and the team doctor was spraying him with "Yunnan Baiyao". (The author is gone~)

He looked at the big screen. When he was thinking about it just now, Arteta stole the ball and stepped on Benayoun's ankle. Judging from his posture, it should be a flaw. It depends on whether he can persist.

After dealing with it, Benayoun supported the team doctor to stand up and walk a few steps, twisted his ankle, probably felt that the problem was not serious, and Clattenburg signaled him to come out and then enter.

Ma Keqin saw that Benayoun was probably fine, and ran back in a bumpy manner.

"Why does this kid keep dangling in front of us~"

"Referee~, quickly punish him~"

"Doo~", the Everton fans blew the whistle spontaneously

Damn, this kid is just a fly!

"The Merseyside derby is like this. You can play badly or ugly, but you have to fight hard. Then the fans in the whole stadium will not forgive you, and the players will bear huge psychological pressure." McManaman commented on the current chaotic scene.

"Did you do the same?" Peterson said.

"Oh, English football in the 1990s is completely different from now. Now more foreign coaches and foreign players come to the Premier League, bringing about a change in style~"

"You mean it was more stressful back then?"

"What we are facing is different. Back then, the hostility was a bit endless. You know, Fowler used to do some outrageous things on the field, but now the football club is more transformed into a professional marketing company~"

(Referring to Fowler celebrating by smoking marijuana on the sidelines after the Derby goal)

"Oh~~, hehe~~", Peterson glanced at the field, "The fans are booing Mark again, he should be warming up just now, and he didn't provoke the fans~"

"Having said that," Peterson turned his head and asked Micah, "After the establishment of the Premier League, the Red Army has gone through several captains including Ian Rush, John Barnes, Paul Ince, Sammy Hyypia, and Gerrard. They are all Liverpool legends, do you think Mark Harder will have this day?"

The handsome old man is clearly in good spirits, "He is already a miracle now, but of course he is not a legend. Jamie (Carragher) and Steven (Gerrard) supported the Red Army after our generation got old. At the moment Mark is the best of the next generation of Liverpool's academy, but now players are moving around more than ever and players are earning more money."

"Mark's football career is just beginning, I remember I was still polishing John Barnes' boots when he was his age ~, huh, if there is no accident, if he can stay at Liverpool, he will be one day. The flag of Liverpool~"

Benitez frowned and stood on the sidelines. He didn't like the so-called England's rubbish idea of ​​"playing football like a man". The bad habits of this country in the past still affect the current players more or less. Brandy , a famous car, a beautiful woman, and then take the eggs to the court, and can't get out of the line of fire with minor injuries...

No technique, no tactics, all that's left is barbarism, oh, they call it "passion"!

The long pass, confrontation, and collision are simply horrible. In Benitez's view, this so-called birthplace of modern football is a desert of football skills and tactics.

He likes technical players, and he likes players to play with their brains, control, defend, and attack, and they must be properly retracted.

This is why he was quickly moved by Mark Qin's performance in a few games. This kid plays football with a spirituality, which shows that he thinks more than many people and stands higher.

A player who can be the brain of the team is hard to come by. This is a rarer talent than a technical genius.

Just like the Three Kingdoms, there are countless fierce generals and beautiful women everywhere, but there are very few people who plan strategies and take charge of the commander-in-chief, such as Cao Cao, Zhou Yu, Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi.