Liverpool, Anfield, the first leg of the 0708 UEFA Champions League semi-final, when the game reached the 77th minute, it was another historic moment.

Maqin, who had just entered the court after embracing Torres from the sidelines, set the record for the youngest player in the Champions League semi-finals at the age of 16 years and 308 days.

"This is another milestone for Maqin," Zhan Jun said from the commentary booth. "We thought he could start, but he was sitting on the bench, but at the end of the game, he was still on the bench. Played and set another new record"

"Is also the first person of Chinese descent," Zhang Lu said with emotion, "Makqin broke too many age records this season. I guess it will be difficult for someone to come later. In mainstream European football, he can be said to be Chinese. Proud"

Zhan Jun’s expected voice came, “Makqin has a nickname on the Internet called Record Terminator. His debut history is a miracle, and he can even make a movie. Let’s see if he can save Liverpool. "

Numerous news networks and commentators all announced the birth of this record at the same moment. Maqin, who is running forward, is stepping through history at every step and creating his own legendary chapter.

There is not much time left for him, and there are still fifteen minutes at most including the stoppage time. When he ran to the position, Terry stood by his side.

Terry and Carvalho are also a pair of excellent central defenders. Terry is tough, fierce, strong in frontal interception, and has always been responsible for top defense. Carvalho has excellent reading game ability and is an expert in card position defense. Two people cooperate. Seamless.

Terry looked at Maqin, who was shorter by his side, and knew that this kid was very powerful. He was completely different from Torres. He was still a teammate of the national team, but it was the first time to compete on the same field. He paid attention to stepping up the embankment. For fear of losing Jingzhou carelessly.

"Every time I see Mark playing at a critical moment, I can't help but arouse expectations," Peterson said, "although there is not much time left."

McManaman agreed with him and echoed: "Perhaps he can always create unexpected performances. No one knows when he will shine."

Benitez stood on the sidelines, just a little fluke. This season Maqin had too many flashes of inspiration. He just grabbed the straw. I hope there will be one more time, ten minutes left to replace Torres. Consider his defense.

On the court, Liverpool's offensive continued. In front of Makqin, it was the strongest shield of the Premier League. They only conceded 23 goals throughout the season, ranking first in the least conceded goals.

Their defense has almost no obvious weaknesses, especially after the three tough midfielders are recovered, Maqin is like a short referee standing on a heavyweight boxing ring, surrounded by muscles quickly.

The first problem he faces is that he can't get the ball at all, and his teammates can't pass it. The ball is constantly flying around the periphery and the wings of Liverpool, just can't reach the fortress of Chelsea.

Makeqin flickered around in the restricted area, trying to find a gap. He needed space, but...

No space!

"Gerard, a long shot, hit Makelele's back. Alonso got the ball and handed it to Benayoun on the side. Benayoun made a straight push and handed it to the sideline of the penalty area. mark"

Ferreira stuck to him firmly behind him, so that Maqin had no chance to turn around, but this was the first time he had a chance to receive the ball in the past few minutes, but he was already outside the penalty area.

He swayed his shoulders and tried to turn around with the ball, but Ferreira didn't give him a chance at all. Although this is also a black-haired Mourinho's direct line in Chelsea's performance is not as good as Porto, but the defense is very stable.

Feeling no chance, he did not waste time, pass the ball back to Enrique behind, turn back and ran into the penalty area.

Over the past ten minutes, there was his battlefield. No matter how many times he fell, no matter how fiercely he squeezed, he could not shrink back.

Must lead the direction of the attack like a banner!

Because he is the only forward on the field now, his duty is to bridgehead, to hold down Chelsea's back line for the teammates behind, to provide them with a forward passing point, so that Chelsea's back line cannot be boldly pressed.

He can withdraw from the restricted area, but where can they play without front?

Enrique reluctantly made a pass, and was cleared by Ashley Cole at the far point, and then he was taken by the Liverpool player to the outside. Abeloa passed to Alonso in the middle.

The offense continued.

After going back and forth several times, ten minutes have passed. Chelsea even Drogba is back and there are only five minutes left in the game.

Chelsea are waiting to celebrate their victory. They will be able to sprint Manchester United and Liverpool in three days.

After being eliminated from the Champions League by Liverpool for many years in a row, it is time for them to breathe a sigh of relief this year.

"It's getting closer and closer to the end of the game. Liverpool still hasn't found the key to break Chelsea's goal. We saw Kalaw warming up on the sidelines and preparing to play. This should be a tactical substitution," Peterson said.

Liverpool have now completely abandoned the organization, because if they don't hit the ball into the penalty area, they will never have a chance to threaten Chelsea's goal in this game.

Gerrard and Kuyt both pressed into the penalty area, and Alonso pressed to the top of the arc of the penalty area. Now the backcourt relies on the horses and the central defender to lift the ball directly to the penalty area. Now they can rely on it. Only luck.

Maqin still stubbornly tried to grab a spot in the penalty area, looking for a good opportunity to break the door, his physical fitness was completely fine.

It doesn't matter where you play now, what matters is to get the ball and send him to the **** goal.

"Maschellano's midfielder kicked the ball with a big kick and slinged into the penalty area," Peterson said.

The ball went straight to the right side of the penalty area, Kuyt jumped hard, carried Ashley Cole and flew the ball to the small penalty area.

Due to the fierce confrontation, there was little power on the top of the ball, and Maqin and Gerrard fought fiercely in the small penalty area.

"Gerald and Terry were fighting desperately. They took off at the same time. Terry won and pushed the ball out of the penalty area. Not far, Alonso rushed up. Makelele, he had no chance to shoot... ", Peterson crackled and explained the chaos in the penalty area.

Now most of the players on both sides are concentrated between the arc top of the large penalty area and the line of the small penalty area.

Alonso rushed up just now, but there was a half-high ball close to the chest. He had no chance or time to complete the shot, so he had to lift his leg and hit the ball back into the penalty area with an irregular motion.

Mark Qin finally hopes to receive a kick from his feet for the second time in this game, but strictly speaking, it is a sharp knife.

He opened his arms and leaned against Carvalho behind close to the small penalty area. Terry and Makelele, who turned around, had already jumped over.

However, his strength is still one level behind the defender, and Carvalho moves forward against him, and he can't hold his position.

He has only one chance to handle this ball. Even if he falls now, he estimates that the referee will not award a penalty, which is too far-fetched.

Facing the skipped ball, Maqin leaned back and leaned on Carvalho, trying not to let his leg directly destroy the ball behind him.

Then straighten the arch of your right foot, gently pad it under the ball, and try to pick the ball to the left.

Between the lightning and flint, he felt that the one who could have some advantage in the air was to plug in and face Ashley Cole's Kuyt.

"Mark turned sideways and hooked the ball to the far post, Kuyt came up, Ashley Cole..."

Chelsea finally broke out in front of their biggest crisis since the game, Kuyt pressed Ashley Cole behind, once again won the most crucial header for Liverpool.

Cech moved quickly to the side of the goal post to block the near corner. The ball was hooked by Mark Qin. There was no power. Kuyt had to push the ball as far as he could, pushing the ball to the center of the goal, trying to avoid Cech's blocked hands. .

"Kuyt, header..." Peterson shouted, this was Liverpool's life-dead attack at the end of the game.

"Cech..., he touched his finger, the ball hit the crossbar, small penalty area, Mark..."

The process just now was actually in the blink of an eye. When Carvalho saw the trajectory of the ball, he immediately gave up Maqin and ran to the center of the goal to help Cech block.

When Kuyt's header fell on the crossbar, he stepped forward and wanted to flick his leg with a big foot to clear the ball, and Cech, who turned around, was about to swoop again.

But there is a red figure faster, this is the opportunity he struggles to find, only once!

Maqin turned around from the small restricted area and stepped his legs. There was no chance for Carvalho's raised thigh and Cech's punches.

Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire in front of him, he has to jump down today and go to have a good time!

"Woo", it was the whimper of the sky. All the fans in the stands had already stood up, and all the noise in the bar stopped instantly! They are all waiting for Liverpool's final, redemption.

Mark Qin felt that he was flying out, and the feeling of the ball in his head came. Before he could react, there was severe pain in his chest, and then his head!

"Oh..." There was panic in the stands!

They clearly saw Cech's fists and Carvalho's calves, and they met Maqin intimately.

"Goal...al...al, Mark, it's Mark again, bravely filling shot, he saved Liverpool again!" Peterson yelled crazy after taking off his headset!

He knew it, he knew it, it must be so!

Among the crowd in the penalty area, a figure stood up with his hands on the ground, because he saw the black and white elf in the goal.

The inexplicable wetness on the side of his face and the pain in his chest could not be bothered. He screamed and ran to the fan area.

Like last year he scored a goal for the first time, kicking open the door of the first team, flying towards the fans.

"At the age of 16 and 308 days, he broke the record of the youngest goal scored in the Champions League semi-finals at 18 years and 197 days set by Martins in 2003, more than 500 days ahead of schedule," Zhan Jun exclaimed.

"Ah...", he was mad, as if he was about to vent his dissatisfaction, and he seemed to be howling: The best player was placed off the court!

"Mark, Mark, you bleed..." The fans screamed in surprise, instead of slapped him like last time, but anxiously waved their arms towards the coach bench.

The people in the front row quickly held Maqin’s shoulders~lightnovelpub.net~ took out the scarf of the companion next to him, and pressed his **** head wound. Kuyt and Gerrard who just ran over Upon seeing this, he turned around and shouted for the team doctor to come over.

bleeding? Makqin gradually freed himself from the selfless excitement, watching the people around him waving his arms anxiously, yelling, and then a man carrying a medicine kit quickly ran to his side and helped him sit on the ground. .

Blood had already begun to flow through his right eye, adding another hazy bright red to the red all over the field.

Cheers, shouts, passion, and never walk alone!

This... is Anfield.

It has been a long time since we have never lost a ball here.

There is no cry of depression, only the elegy of battle!

no matter who!

I'm Mark Qin, I will be the best player.

Will become the greatest...Legend here!