A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Etihad was silent, only red shining, like an unquenchable flame in the blue water, rising.

The fans looked at the kneeling Maqin, silent, Liverpool was equivalent to sculpting their defense in the middle, and the three cannons roared in unison.

Even if it weren't for Mark Qin, Alonso and Gerrard were inseparable in that area.

The two central midfielders bowed their heads and remained silent. They grabbed a piece just now, and the defense was disrupted by the missed Markqin.

"The Mark we know is back again!" Peterson shouted excitedly.

That Maqin is a blockbuster in his debut, a double-red fight to turn the tide, an unstoppable ignorance of records, and a touch of loyalty to the Premier League champion!

He realized one of his dreams on the far side of the ocean and changed the course of the history of European football.

Liverpool need a victory to let the summer haze reveal a ray of sunshine. They need a victory to revive their depressed fighting spirit. The fans need a victory to stay away from grief.

Although they still have too many things to do, they have too much to go.

But now, everything must start with a victory.

Maakqin couldn't help being excited, he couldn't help being mad, now he is just seventeen, but he is no longer a teenager.

A piece of imagination in the past became a shackle when he joined the golden boy. Before, he could easily face every game, and every cheer was an honor.

Step by step, he showed everyone how good he was.

The first team, league rivals, celebrities, records, head coaches, and successful ladders stood before him. He bravely stepped on and climbed.

Now, he has seen a landscape and has a group of believers. Every time he plays, he stays outside...

It is looking forward to!

He is no longer a kid who needs a goal to become famous, he is no longer a rookie that people will be surprised at every turn.

He is a European golden boy!

Nowadays, every time he appears on the stage, what will be ushered in will be a scrutiny, and what becomes a matter of course becomes pressure!

Behind the scenery must be a strong heart, because until this moment, wind and rain will really hit.

His performance is a little worse, he will be criticized by the media, and countless people will compare him with him, and become the same as Cristiano Ronaldo last year.

If Manchester United cannot live without Ronaldo, then Liverpool cannot live without Mark Qin now.

What they carry on their shoulders has nothing to do with age.

The teammates slid on their knees and hugged Maqin, who was roaring up to the sky. At this moment, they have a real understanding that even if the club is disintegrated tomorrow, they still have to perform the last red chapter today.

This has nothing to do with the future, but the responsibility of this red body.

What he gave you, you have to protect it.

"I think I know why Mark stayed in Liverpool," Peterson said, looking at the crazy Liverpool stand off the court. "Maybe there is no other place where fans will treat him as family again. He has a red mark."

McManaman nodded and recalled: "When I went to Real Madrid that year, I knew that it would never be home, it was just a stage."

A big stage!

On the other side of the English Channel at the same moment, "Goal...al...al, Messi, Messi, the incomparable Messi, Barcelona leads Atletico Madrid 6:1"

"My goodness, Guardiola's team simply doesn't belong to this planet. In the summer he failed to buy Mark and had to buy Arsenal's Hleb."

"But now they can't beat them. I don't know what they will become if the new European Golden Boys really come!"

The game is about to end, the commentator is completely conquered by the current Barcelona, ​​because for the first time Guardiola brought despair and absolute control of crushing to this world.

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The entire Nou Camp was amazed, it turned out that the ball can be controlled to such a point, which is desperate!

Etihad, there is also a teenager. His pursuit of control is consistent with Guardiola's goal. The ball must do everything possible under my feet!

"Is this our home court?", a little boy in a blue jersey in the stands turned his head and asked his father.

What kind of sorrow is this, Ireland and Elano tried to grab the ball frequently, but in vain.

"Liverpool's possession rate reached 60% during this time," Zhan Jun said, looking at the technical statistics.

Liverpool can't do the kind of control and siege of Barcelona, ​​but Alonso and Mackin are enough to keep the ball under their feet most of the time.

Alonso's cannon is now locked by Mackin, and the firing trigger will no longer be easily pressed.

This is a change in overall style, and Maqin is planning to let the team adapt step by step.

Since the day he became the core, his focus has not been on one or two games, but on the operation of the entire team.

The bench is in short supply, the striker is in desperation, and morale is low. These are all the team's top priorities.

However, it is difficult to solve these problems through the transfer market. Not to mention a messy board of directors. Even if there is not, it is definitely too late to dig a hole if you want to eat carrots.

Can only think of a solution in terms of technology and tactics.

Barcelona are just a few people, and none of them are iron men. How do they play more than 60 games in a season?

Because they don't need to run the whole field, the team that goes back and forth with physical exertion in a game is far worse.

Barcelona's rhythm is actually horribly slow. The rhythm does not refer to the passing speed, but the offensive and defensive speed.

For example, England used to like long passes and slings, which is called fast-paced. It should be that from defense to attacking the opponent's penalty area, sometimes only a kick is required.

Like the current Barcelona, ​​a team that can even pass ten minutes if you can't find a gap is actually too much to sleep.

In these ten to twenty minutes, Etihad also wanted to sleep, Liverpool is not as good as Barcelona, ​​the world is around you to pass, they pass in the midfield.

As soon as Manchester City gets the ball, they reclaim it, and then you pray that Manchester City will not be interrupted or easily concede the ball, or else they will take back their old energy. Manchester City did not expect Liverpool to play like this.

They also want the whole team to press forward collectively, but you think it is so easy, just because of their physical fitness and running motivation in the front court.

Mark Hughes watched the situation anxiously from the sidelines. Liverpool's defense hardly gave Robinho and Phillips any chance, and the only few times they failed to score one-on-one.

"Liverpool didn't play Liverpool very much today. There is no impact and blood. Is it still Liverpool?" Peterson joked with a smile.

"Then you have to look at their benches. Three days later, it will be the Champions League. Regardless of how they play, this three-pointer is extremely important to them. They must stop the downward trend," McCain replied.

It is worth mentioning that the bench has finally changed to seven people in the Premier League this year, so that the head coach finally doesn't have to worry about bringing up people.

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"Robinho, suddenly accelerated, he wiped out Finnan, good opportunity, Mascherano, perfect tackle, he will definitely become a top defensive midfielder", Zhan Jun explained Manchester City's offense.

This is one of the few opportunities they have had since the start of the game, and Elano gave him room for dribbling and acceleration once a big foot.

Passed one but failed to pass the second!

Without Carragher, Agger and Finnan commanded the team's corner kick defense, and Manchester City's three central defenders' headers were pretty good.

"Man City's corner kick, Scotter headed the ball out of the penalty area, Elano was ready to take a long volley, Maqin..., he took the first kick, allowing Elano to empty."

He was guarding the edge of the big penalty area. Elano was a good shot from a long range, and of course Makqin could not let him succeed.

All three people in the frontcourt came back to defend the corner kick. Now Makqin has no choice of counterattack. He didn't wait for the ball to land, and rushed directly to the side.

From the sky above the stadium, you can see from the penalty area where Liverpool is like a flower blooming.

"Hula", the blue one rushed back to the defense, and the red one followed to attack.

"Counter, corner kick," Peterson yelled. Although it seems that there is no response point in the front court, he believes that Mark Qin will definitely have a way.

This is his self-confidence.

With a swipe of the back of his left foot, Maqin passed the ball to the left line just before the Manchester City players behind tried to pull the guard.

Liela finally rushed out of the penalty area and drove forward with the ball. Sabaletta, who stayed behind, originally planned to come and block Maqin. After seeing this, he moved to the side to defend Liela.

Mark Qin continued to rush, rush, rush!

Can't wait to spend all their energy on this sprint, the Liverpool fans in the stands after Manchester City saw the team fought back again, "boom" all stood up.

"Leila, dribble forward, Markin pointed to the front and let him pass, Leila pushed a straight line," Peterson called.

Maqin went straight behind Sabaletta, and Manchester City fans felt the danger again because Maqin rushed up again.

The Manchester City defenders ran back desperately, along with Kuyt and Gerrard.

When Maqin finally caught up with the ball, he was already in the 45-degree area of ​​the outer corner of the penalty area, and Ireland was rushing towards him desperately to prevent him from entering the penalty area.

Mark Qin didn't even want to take it. He rushed for nearly seventy meters, and he didn't have the strength to fight with Ireland to squeeze into the penalty area.

He lifted his left foot, like a full-back passing, a long-distance curve ball, and went straight to the far post small penalty area.

There is Gerrard's area. It should be his running fast now. Whether he can catch up depends on luck.

Fortunately, their luck finally came back a little bit. Gerrard took a big step and rushed into the restricted area at a speed of 100 meters.

Looking at the spinning ball, watching Joe Hart hurriedly rushing over from the near post, he lowered his waist and tucked his abdomen, his feet slammed on the grass.

"Woo...", that was the sound of diving bombing.

When the ball came over, it was already waist-high, and the distance was a little far away. He had no other choice but to lean over and head the ball to the top~lightnovelpub.net~.

"Gerard, dive headed for the top..." Peterson shouted, as if he had seen the ruins of the doomsday.

Like an eagle flying low in the sky, that black and white elf is his prey!

"Boom", a wonderful collision!

Joe Hart unfolded his limbs in vain, trying to expand the defensive area, but the ball was faster than him!

"Boom", "Roar...", the red behind the goal jumped again.

Conquered, Etihad!

Listen, that is the fear and howling on the ruins, look, that is the huazhang of the red wave.

"Goal...al...al..., Gerrard, Gerrard, burst header! It was bombing, bombing, bombing", Peterson flushed with excitement.

The blood has surged, it is a beauty of power, and the veins are violent!

The whole stadium seemed to hear a bursting sound, Boom, Boom...

"Gerard, 2:0, Liverpool scored another goal. The change of coach is like a knife change. Today they are like a rainbow," Zhan Jun shouted.

Sammy Lee had already left his seat when the ball was flying, and with a loud explosion, he jumped up and hugged Xio tightly next to him.

In the end, Liverpool must rely on the Liverpool people to save, whether it is on the court or...off the court!

There was silence in the stands of Etihad, and today they saw the performance of Mr. 70 million Golden Boy.

It's just that the opponent's sharp blade sprinkled on their wound!

Mubarak's face was silent, and his heart was already cursed, "It's a **** bunch of trash, it's useless except to cause trouble to Lao Tzu."

He has already begun to think about how to explain his doomed failure this season to Mansour.

"Haha", Mark Qin rushed over and jumped on Gerrard's back excitedly, enjoying tonight...