When the first ray of sunlight hit Liverpool in the morning, everything was brand new.

Just like Makqin stepped into this river seven years ago, the full sunset, the back of his friends, all weaves an endless dream of a young man.

When he was upset, besides going to Tony's bar for a drink, he came here for a walk. The Mersey River in Liverpool, directly into the sea, is calm and magnificent.

The cap and sunglasses have wrapped him tightly. Recently, due to the suspension, he has had a lot of opportunities to walk here, allowing him to quietly consider his green career.

For a teenager who is not yet 19 years old, so many stories seem a bit too heavy, but for a vicissitudes of life, it is suitable.

Except for Liverpool fans, no one will cheer for him, but this is enough for him. The place you love, no matter how small, is your world.

In this life, he has grasped all his feelings, for his sister, his lover, his relatives, and the team, what he is not satisfied with, he is much more satisfied than his previous life.

A piece of stone flew into the water, and the ripples seemed to be smiling at the boy. The sun was warm and spring was full.

"Ding Ding", a text message interrupted his thoughts.

A moment ago, Liverpool Senior Superintendent Lin Sen picked up his cell phone and sent a text message: "That guy asked me to be arrested for tax evasion and threats of extortion. He will wait to sit in prison."

"Also, when I remind you of my brother, you are a Chinese, you have to open your mouth when you should open your mouth in this circle, don't be embarrassed."

Mark Qin smiled and immediately replied: "Thanks, Brother Lin, I just learned about it not long ago. I haven't thanked you for raising more than 20 million for me. How embarrassed to trouble you?"

"No, everyone is looking at your face. You should be a Liverpool member and play well. There are not many Chinese here in Liverpool. You are the most famous. Give the Chinese a long face. By the way, the media is okay."

Mark Qin replied again: "Don't worry, the World Cup is coming soon. The old men in England are more anxious than me. They are worried that something will happen to me. They settled it without me showing up."

"That's good, play well, don't live like a conspirator at a young age, my daughter went to your place to watch the game today, take care of him, don't talk about it."

Putting down the phone, Mark Qin shook his head. The sky in the distance was still blue. He ran and started to rush towards Melwood.

From the moment the newspapers all over England broke out the successful acquisition in the morning, his name in Liverpool means it is legendary.

It's not a long time, nor is it too short. He has gone through all these years in Liverpool. Now, some are his own choices, and some are fueled by fate.

Only mind!

The heavily armed Mark Qin walked through the small door in the shade and entered Melwood, leaving hundreds of reporters at the door rushing out. He was going to prepare for the league this evening and had no time to deal with these endless interviews.

...

In the evening, before departure.

A slap on Maqin's shoulder, only a few people in the team can probably guess what happened, but they didn't bother because it was too involved.

"Let's go, I think your ups and downs in the past three years are more than the stories of my life," Gerrard said to him with a smile.

The red bus drove towards Anfield as always, and within two days, its sovereignty would be attributed to the fan club. The fans along the way set up an **** channel for them.

Everyone knows what this game means today. This is the first game for the new Liverpool, because now nominally, Liverpool already belongs to the fan club, only waiting for the final procedures to be implemented.

"Liverpool, Liverpool", the same shout, but today it seems extraordinarily powerful. The portrait of Mark held up high can be seen everywhere.

It is a legend, and even more so, a pioneer.

What awaits them is to build a new home in a wilderness!

"Papa", in the dressing room, Spalletti slapped her face to draw her attention back when she was finishing the equipment.

"First of all welcome our new team members, Mark," he said jokingly, and then took the lead to applaud, and then there was a roar and applause in the dressing room.

Mark Qin raised a big middle finger, and then continued to organize his equipment. He hadn't played a formal game for more than a month, and he was warming up with the reserve team, and he didn't know if he was still in his state.

Spalletti pressed down, "To be honest, this was the most worrying and exhausting season of my time as a head coach, but fortunately everything is back on track now."

"There are eight rounds left in the league. Needless to say, you should all know how to do it. There are three opponents in front of us, and today one happened to be next door," he continued, pointing to the opposite side.

"Take all energy back to the game. Until the beginning of May, I don't want to hear that the team is messed up. All we have left is to fight."

"Boom", he knocked on the table with a fist, and then looked at each player boldly.

There are 8 rounds left in the league. They are 6 points behind the top of the league table. Makqin's more than one month intra-team suspension has the biggest impact, in fact, the Champions League. They lost at least tens of millions of income.

1. Chelsea wins, 10 draws, 2 losses and 64 points in 30 games

2. Manchester City has 30 matches, 19 wins, 5 draws, 6 losses and 62 points

3. Manchester United has 30 wins, 18 wins, 8 draws, 4 losses and 62 points

4. Liverpool 30 wins, 17 wins, 7 draws, 6 losses and 58 points

The form of the standings is not optimistic. In 8 rounds, they need to kill three opponents to complete a smooth overtake. The difficulty can be imagined.

Today, the opponent they are facing is Chelsea, the top of the league, just like reincarnation, Maqin beat them in the Champions League, and now such a meaningful game, it is them again.

Gerrard got up, did not take the lead in shouting, but walked to Maqin, took off the captain's cuff from his arm, put it on his arm, and then patted him on the shoulder, "Take everyone to fight."

No one had any objections. Maqin looked at the responsibility on his arm, then hugged with his teammates one by one, said I'm sorry, and said I'm back again.

The team lieutenant, Agger, Lucas, Valle..., "Go for our own Liverpool," he waved his hand and rushed out of the locker room first.

"Roar, our Liverpool, GO"

...

There is one Chelsea player on the opposite side, all staring at Maqin in front of the team with weird eyes. This kid has done too many things recently.

Today, I actually wore the captain's armband. Everyone in England knows what this game means. This is a championship battle. The other three teams including Liverpool are eager to watch Chelsea smash, and this is the first time after a month of Mark Qin. The comeback battle.

The referee in this game was Willy, and even he couldn't help turning his head to look at Mark Qin on the right from time to time. Now it is not too much to describe him as a cusp.

Mark Qin turned his head and smiled at Willy, "It's time to enter, Mr. Referee"

"Ah, oh"

The loud and bluff sound rushed into the eardrums in an instant. Today's Anfield, showing the strength of new life, all the stands are surrounded by red, leaving only a palm-sized area for blue.

With a red jersey, a red scarf, and your hands up, you will never walk alone.

Maqin's eyes became wet with a sigh. Only when you step into this stadium and hear their cheers and singing, you can only understand how great this place is if you put your heart here.

"Let's go through the storm together...until the sky is bright", today's singing is especially distinctive, because it brings new life and hope.

All kinds of slogans hung on the stands, "Liverpool is home!", "Liverpool is back to the embrace of Liverpool people!", "Mark, you are the eternal founder of the new Liverpool", "Mark, legend"

The red and blue players stood in line with the noise of the whole court, and everyone stood up in the stands, "Papa, Mark", "Papa, Liverpool", with rhythmic rhythm and deafening shouts.

Red for one day, red for life.

This is the ceremony started by the new students. It was created by fate, legendary, full of attention and shouting. Mark lowered his head first, wiped his nose, then smiled and waved to the surrounding stands.

Go to other media disputes, go to other deceptions, as long as you understand me, that's enough.

"Micca, I have the urge to cry", Peterson wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Liverpool is really not easy. In order to maintain the dream of a rich man in this already lonely city, how many people are looking forward to it, how many People are persevering, and how many people are struggling, and only they can gather such fans."

McManaman wiped the corners of his eyes and sighed speechlessly. Only Liverpool fans can understand this emotion, and only they can understand what Mark Qin did.

At the moment the news was released this morning, it was like a thunder for the Premier League. The first membership-based team appeared in the Premier League, an increasingly commercial league.

Although it still looks dilapidated now, with numerous foreign debts, and it may die at any time, you will know that with them, even if it is precarious, this family will never fall.

For Liverpool, this is a brand new page, as blank as a piece of white paper, you can scribble on it, and for Mark Qin, everything is brand new.

The shouting of the mountains lasted for a long time. It is not so much a league, it is more of a chanting party, praising heroes, praising trailblazers, praising Liverpool.

At this moment, this city, this team, has surpassed the competition, condensed the soul, their No. 8 and No. 18, such as unextinguished fire, burn with it.

After that, there will be more and more fire, bringing glory.

After the opening ceremony, Lampard held Maqin's hand with mixed feelings, and said silently: "You kid..."

"Hey, have a good game, I still want to step on you to win the championship again," Mark Qin replied with a smile.

"Don't think about it!" Lampard almost exploded, immediately let go of his hand and ran back to his own half.

The two of them are teammates of the national team. These innocuous jokes have been said and said, but they have only changed. It is the angle of sight of others looking at him. This is a boy they cannot understand.

The camera was firmly locked on Maakqin's body, spreading his every move to thousands of households, every stand, every slogan, every flag, written here, a new soul.

He bent over and touched the grass, then stroked his forehead with a solemn expression.

"After 42 days, we finally saw Mark Qin, Liverpool's tactical core and tactical soul at Anfield," Zhan Jun said in a low voice. As a media person, he can guess more.

"In the past 42 days, Maqin has become a focal figure in the global sports world. It is often hard to imagine that this is what a child under 19 did, but he succeeded."

"It can even be said that he changed the history of the Premier League. From this moment on, history is brand new. All that is needed is the final process to settle. I don't know how to describe greatness."

"But I understand that what Mark Qin did is great, because he affects the entire team, the entire community, the entire city..."

As he excitedly wrote in his blog in the morning: New Liverpool, young legend, return tonight...

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