Genius remembers the site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! "goaaaaaaaaal......, can you imagine? Can you? Mark ended the game in this way, he finished at the Nou Camp It was a great performance. This is the best goal in the Champions League this season. There is no one, and Mark will continue to be the top scorer in the Champions League! Absolutely"

"Can you guess? Can you? Just six years ago, Liverpool's Kirkby, Marco and the others picked up a superstar for nothing, and Liverpool ushered in their new generation of kings!"

"Huh, Camp Nou, I find that I love it to death, because its greatness has witnessed greater greatness!"

After a long silence, his throat finally eased, and Peterson, whose face was flushed, finally shouted unscrupulously. No one is more qualified to say these things than him.

Because he witnessed the rise of the young man at the speed of light step by step from the moment Maqin appeared. He conquered Old Trafford and the Bernabeu. Now he is conquering the Nou Camp.

God, he is more alien than aliens, he can score goals anywhere on the court.

If it weren't for the game to be over, all Liverpool coaches and players would have to run to the court and kiss Makqin with their arms around. Now only the players on the court shouted around him in the middle circle.

Mark Qin opened his arms and looked up at the sky where he shot, like the Christ the Salvation statue in Rio de Janeiro, looking at the Nou Camp and the 100,000 spectators.

Satisfaction and enjoyment.

Nothing is more perfect than this. He killed the game in one of his best ways and killed the hope of the 100,000 people in the field.

This has nothing to do with hatred. It is just the winner and loser brought by competitive sports. Maybe one day he will be transferred to stand as a loser, but not today!

Today, he is the king and the lord here!

"My God, for Liverpool, Mark is **** coming to the world. Let's see how he enjoys it. Yes, he is enjoying. With hundreds of thousands of people watching, he is enjoying..."

"Shhh...", the ridicule of more than 100,000 people gathered to one point, that is, the under-beaten Maqin under the court. This is the Nou Camp. What are you doing? Do you want to be here?

"Shh...", "Shh...", "Shh...", overwhelming.

"Oh..." No matter how many Liverpool players are, Kuyt and Gerrard directly lifted his legs and fought him up, just imagine how excited they are!

So, he was resisted like this, enjoying himself, and opened his arms.

Looking down on the audience.

Today, my king is coming, and the rest retreat...

Platini sat down sullenly. There are still ten minutes to go. Barcelona will have to score three goals. This is an impossible task. Should they be sentenced to three penalties in a row?

He shook his head with a frustrated expression. Could it be that no one can change the dominance of the Premier League? Last year it was Manchester United vs Chelsea, today it is Chelsea vs Liverpool.

Hell in the Premier League, it seems that the fiscal fairness bill must be pushed forward as soon as possible. Otherwise, what is the significance of the existence of the Champions League? , Everyone is going to watch the Premier League.

Valdes sat slumped on the grass. Behind him was the ball jumping out of the door. It fell behind him quietly, as if he was grinning and laughing at him. He had seen horses countless times before the game. Keqin's shot, how come it came, I forgot.

How many people died under his **** lob shot, Van der Sar, Casillas, now it's his turn, he knows he likes lob shots, why do he want to attack!

Regret bites his heart like a poisonous snake.

Guardiola sat back on the coaching bench, holding his head in his hands, and wondering what he was thinking about. Losing and hopeless, but losing to Mark Qin, he was relieved, at least proved that he did not look away.

At the beginning, the board of directors who refused to increase the price and thought that Mark Qin was not worth so much money, what do you think now, the retribution comes so fast, even if you borrow 100 million, you have earned it back now. Now, we Lost the Champions League.

Not only, you also lost the dynasty of six crowns this year, but he doesn't know.

Florentino's eyes lit up in front of the TV. Sitting next to him was Zidane, "This is the Mark you never forget? It's really amazing, especially at such a young age."

Zidane smiled slightly, "He can be cultivated as the core midfielder of Real Madrid for more than ten years, and looking at him now, he works well with Alonso."

Florentino nodded, "Alonso is also good, we are Spanish. We want to introduce superstars, but we also need to localize. This is the basis of Real Madrid."

Zidane is not surprised, Florentino's return in the summer is inevitable, and the team will inevitably face cleaning in the summer, which is also inevitable.

"Do we want to make an offer that summer? I can talk to him first."

Florentino frowned and shook his head, "It's not summer. We have already negotiated with Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaka's economists. It is impossible to make any changes. One is the credibility issue, and the other is that we will offend the big names. Agents, and these superstars have introduced too many at once, and there will be no more fun in the future."

"What's more, in the summer, we can't raise so much money. If Mark can win the Champions League this year, at least 100 million will start. Real Madrid must buy it. It must be the most expensive. But you can keep in touch with Mark first and tell him our Intention, we won’t let him wait too long.”

Yes, superstars, too many giant stadiums, fell at the feet of Mark Qin, and made his current superstar road.

At this time, the Camp Nou, with him on one side and Messi on the other, the two superstars standing opposite each other.

...

"There are no accidents in the game. Unless the referee scores three penalties for Barcelona, ​​there will be no more accidents. Liverpool have made three finals in five years and they are making history," McManaman said.

Peterson eased his excitement and nodded, "No one thought that this would be the result at the beginning of the season. Although Benitez is gone, I still have to thank him. He laid a solid foundation for Liverpool."

Before the game resumed, Liverpool replaced Torres with Valle, who was already running cramping. He was swept across the court by numerous straight passes from the backcourt today, and he had to chase every ball. ,

It was his countless runs that resulted in the suppression of the Barcelona back line.

Valle knew what he was going to do, and his teammates ignored him, because after the kick-off, Barcelona began a suicidal attack, leaving behind only Abidal.

Liverpool recovered across the board, all retracted to their own penalty area, the gap of three goals, not defending at this time, but when.

Messi has been blushing, he can't accept that this Nou Camp was defeated in this way, and he can find his dignity back.

"Messi, Messi, he's here again..."

"Look at him, watch him, don't step, pay attention to movement..."

Liverpool shouted one after another, because Barcelona was really bombarding them this time, Sammy Lee and Hugh McAure were tangled on the sidelines.

Liverpool still has a substitution quota. Now there are four people on the field with yellow cards. They are Enrique, Kuyt, Makqin, Gerrard, Enrique and Kuyt. They will definitely not be able to participate in the final. , But they hesitated whether to switch to Mark Qin or Gerrard.

Who doesn't want to participate in the finals? Of course, it's better not to have any accidents, but if you are afraid of anything, you must change it first.

"Change Mark," Sammy Lee said at last. "It's best if Gerrard is fine. Even the worst result, I think he can understand."

"Yeah," Hugh McOray nodded helplessly. This game was played to this point. There were several yellow cards on both sides. Except for the goal that was blown away, Liverpool had nothing wronged. For the rest, look. Providence.

"Messi, shoot..., hoo, missed the post, Barcelona is going crazy," Peterson said, "substitution, Liverpool substituting again, Bruno replaced the hero Mark"

Maqin looked up, hugged Gerrard nearby, then walked slowly down the court, clapping to the stands with both hands, not for the Barcelona fans, but for the fans of the team, although they could not be seen.

"Wait to celebrate the victory," Hugh McAure put on his coat and patted him on the shoulder. "Good job", Mark Qin was hearty and hugged Hugh McAure.

At this moment, passion was surging in his heart, just waiting for the whistle.

"Goaaaal... Messi, he scored another goal, he staged a hat-trick, the game has already started stoppage time, there are still six minutes, Liverpool must defend," Peterson shouted.

Mark Qin, who was standing on the sidelines, felt tight, don't let Barcelona come back in the end, it would be a joke.

But Gerrard did not make this a reality. When Messi came to him again and was ready to rush through the penalty area, this time Gerrard did not consider putting on a yellow card and let him go.

But when he was about to foul, someone was one step ahead of him. It was Alonso. He dropped the shovel directly on the ground, leaving Messi behind.

"Oh... Alonso, gave Barcelona a free kick of about 30 meters. Messi has..., what? Red card? My goodness? The game is about to end. The referee gave a red card?", Pete Sen cried in disbelief.

Alonso stood up and shook his head, smiled, did not argue, and walked slowly down the court, he did shovel Messi's foot just now.

But these are no longer important now, there is nothing more important than waiting for the end!

"Thank you, Harvey (Alonso~lightnovelpub.net~ Gerrard patted him on the shoulder, and also didn't argue with the referee. It doesn't make sense anymore. Now they just wait for the end!"

"Harvey", Maqin said to Alonso who came out from the sidelines, "Thanks."

Alonso smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Take it as my last loyalty to Liverpool. Barcelona is crazy, and the referee is crazy, but fortunately there is not much time, we will win."

"Valley, go back", Sammy Lee, ignoring these, shouted to Valle anxiously.

"Reina, Reina, he saved Messi's free kick. He has done a good job. The game is about to end. Liverpool, don't worry, hold on," Peterson shouted, and he didn't care about anything else. , Just wait for the end of the game.

There were boos all over the room, but the white beacon could no longer care about the others. They put their shoulders on the sidelines, just waiting for the whistle to revel.

Reina dragged on for a long time, and of course it was another yellow card, but the time was almost over.

When Reina's big foot kicked out and was taken back by the anxious Barcelona, ​​after Skrtel took the ball out of the sideline with a big foot, Henning finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

"Ah...", the entire Liverpool rushed into the arena frantically to celebrate this hard-won and costly victory. At this moment, they just want to carve, no matter what else.

"Liverpool, Liverpool, they broke into the Champions League final again, let us congratulate them, the great Liverpool, they performed another miracle, no one thought they would advance before the game, but they did it," Zhan Jun shouted excitedly.

"Boom...", the whole Liverpool city was caught in a carnival, the European Championship, the European Championship!

Barcelona bowed their heads in silence.

This chaotic, yet kingly night, finally came to an end...Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.