Mark Qin's four-seater long-range shot and the god-level save contributed by Buffon suddenly made the stadium boil. The skill is beautiful, and the defense is wonderful. This is a direct dialogue between the superstar and the superstar.

"If it is not Buffon standing in front of the goal, it is estimated that 80% of the ball will be scored." Zhan Jun said regretfully, but he was quickly attracted by the situation on the court. "Eh? Buffon, Buffon seems to be injured? Yo, this is a bolt from the blue for Italy..."

Seeing a mess in front of Italy's goal, Chiellini looked at Buffon, who was lying on the ground with his arms and grinning. He didn't dare to move him for a while, and quickly waved to the field for the team doctor to come on.

Normal players are fine, but the goalkeeper is injured and the game cannot be continued. Proenka had to suspend the game. The game started less than five minutes...

"I hope Buffon is just a bad injury," Huang Jianxiang said worriedly, "otherwise it will not only cause a huge blow to Italy, but the excitement of the game will also be greatly reduced."

"It should be a miscarriage," Zhang Lu said uncertainly. He is a goalkeeper and is familiar with this situation. "General Manager Ma's angle is rather rough. Buffon first hit the post with his big arm and then suffered The inertial oppression of the whole body..."

As I was talking, the live broadcast also played the slow motion just now while the team doctor was treating. I saw Makqin’s curve ball going straight to the dead corner. This means that Buffon’s position is good. The average goalkeeper may have a hairy ball. Can't touch it.

Goalkeepers have a sense of self-protection in front of the goal. They usually stand a little bit in front of the goal line. In order to avoid hitting the goal post when making a lateral save, it's just that Mark Qin's ball finally made Buffon vacated and then had a back. Will hit.

Zhang Lu took a closer look at the slow motion again, "This angle should be a minor injury. The big arm will hurt very much. If it is serious, it may cause a dislocation of the shoulder. If it is more serious, it will be a fracture."

It's okay for Zhang Lu not to speak, he almost didn't scare the fans of the TV series Italy...

"But looking at Buffon's situation, it shouldn't be enough. If it's a serious injury, the team doctor should have let him off the court early."

"Damn, can you keep talking, can you not pant for breath!" If the resentment can penetrate the screen, Director Zhang estimates that it won't be too good now.

At this time, the Italian fans all mentioned their throats, looking worriedly at Buffon, who was receiving emergency treatment outside the bottom line, and prayed that he would be fine. It was the Dinghai Shenzhen in front of Italy!

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard their prayers. After a short treatment, Buffon sat up slowly with the help of the team doctor. Although he was grinning, he did not seem to hurt his bones and shoulders. He tried to move. He gave his left arm, then nodded to the team doctor.

That should mean, no problem, I can still go!

"Wow..." When Buffon stood up on the bottom line and was ready to play again, there was thunderous applause from the audience, including the white English fans, which was a tribute to the will to fight.

"Are you sure?" After getting double confirmation from Buffon and the team doctor, Proenka, who had waited for a long time, finally nodded and waved to Buffon to re-enter the field. Mark Qin's expressionless face had been waiting in the corner for a long time. Finally a smile appeared, and he didn't want Buffon in this game.

"Hey, Ji'an," he yelled. Buffon's healing place was not far from him. When Buffon turned to look at him, he gave a thumbs up.

"This is a tribute between the superstars", Zhan Jun shouted when he saw it, "Buffon has a strong will, after a short period of treatment, he is back on the court..."

"It depends on people, Andre, just now you made Mark's life too easy..." When he returned to the restricted area, he was like returning to his own territory, forgetting everything, no matter how famous he was. Here are to bow their heads, he yelled to remind every teammate.

This is a war, I am back!

"England corner kick, President Ma, penalty to the front of the small penalty area, Terry, Buffon...", Zhan Jun shouted, only to see Buffon flying out, before Terry hit the ball with a single punch After resolving this dangerous situation, it seemed as if he had never been injured.

"What a Buffon, Italy's counterattack..."

The momentum is like an invisible buffer that will spread quickly on the court. Buffon's will and performance made Italy's momentum, which was accidentally suppressed in the opening, prosperous. And this time, Maqin failed to take the first place due to a corner kick. Defend Pirlo for a while.

"Cassano, get out of Lampard, hand it to Pirlo, Pirlo, long pass..." At this time, Pirlo finally revealed his **** fangs, a long pass that was 40 meters away. Sent to the front of Balotelli who was pulled to the side, giving him plenty of room to sprint.

"Balotelli, Pirlo's pass is just right. Only Glen Johnson and Ashley Cole are left behind in England..." Huang Jianxiang shouted, "This is an opportunity for Italy."

At this time, Balotelli, if he stepped on the Hot Wheels and the Sakura Gun in his hand, he was definitely a lively red blackboard boy with fire in his eyes. What Mark Pirlo, he is the "theone" on the court!

"Balotelli, he got the ball, Glen Johnson, Balotelli, accelerated the cut..., after the semi-finals, his confidence now is really bursting..." Zhan Jun shouted.

At this time, Glen Johnson and Ashley Cole are like two central defenders. Balotelli is attracted to the penalty area. If he is safer, he can pause for a while. There will be teammates on both sides to keep up, but At this time, he only had the goal in his eyes.

"Balotelli..., shooting..." Zhan Jun shouted, not yelling, because Balotelli's shot was so powerful that he looked extremely violent, and he was so explosive that he actually vacated after finishing the action. From there, one can imagine the power he used with this foot!

"Huh...", "Boom...", "Boom...", "Boom..."

Like a lightning strike, Balotelli only took a few steps in front of the penalty area and then volleyed violently. The speed was too fast, and Joe Hart had only time to subconsciously raise his hand to block, because the ball was unbiased and had no angle. He rushed directly over his head.

The ball grazed his palm slightly, and then hit the crossbar with a "duang" sound, bounced directly out of the penalty area, one can imagine the power of this kick!

"Balotelli, whoops..., good shot..."

"What a shit," said Mark Qin, who returned to the defense. He had at least three ways to absolutely get the ball into the goal in this situation. He would not choose this flashy way, and only now has a face of impossibility, as if Balotelli can only be complacent if he scores the same goal.

"Glen Johnson, hurry up with a header to clear the siege...", the game is still going on, the players on the field did not have too much time to think about, most of the players have just run from the Italian half to the England half.

"After Mr. Ma created a dangerous situation for Italy, they immediately retaliated..." Zhan Jun was still recalling Balotelli's shot just now, but Huang Jianxiang interrupted him.

"Mr. Ma is back, Pirlo, fight for the top..." The ball just now was pushed to the frontcourt by Glen Johnson. At this time, it happened to be on top of Makqin and Pirlo, and Pirlo also changed the game that just started. Leisurely, obviously more active, two people who rarely compete for headers collided fiercely in the air!

"Ah..." Markin touched the ball, and then Pirlo's forehead was firmly pressed against the bridge of his nose that had turned from his head shaking, and he screamed.

Come down!

"Um..." The English fans in the stands and before the live broadcast subconsciously covered their mouths, as if they couldn't believe this scene, and the instant blood spilled from the nostrils of Mark Qin who landed on the ground made them more frightened!

"Go...", Capello hurriedly let the team doctor come on the field with a chuckle in his heart. It didn't even matter whether the referee stopped the game or not. Of course, Proenka would naturally not **** the show at this time.

"Oh my god, this game is really..." Zhan Jun said incredulously, "This game is less than ten minutes, the situation is frequent, I hope Mr. Ma will be fine..."

At this time, the fans who folded their hands and prayed to the sky did not know how many fans were. If Italy loses Buffon, it is just a bone-breaking muscle, and England loses Mark Qin, it is definitely going to be convulsed. The surrounding teammates rushed to check his situation. , Pirlo also felt wrong when he landed. He glanced at the terrifying face of Maqin at the moment, and quickly waved to the field to let the England team doctor come.

"This..." Zhang Lu didn't know what to say, but Isabella in the stands instantly stood up and was about to run down. Jonathan grabbed him with the same worried look, but firm Shook his head, now is not the time for them to participate.

"My God..." Lineker and Wilson, who have hardly seen this situation, are stupid. Usually this kind of work is done by Barry or Gerald or Carol, and Maqin knows his body. The conditions are average, and this kind of exhaustion is rarely used to prevent injuries.

Maybe he is really excited today.

"God bless, God bless..." Lineker kept drawing a cross on his chest. If England loses Mark Qin, this final will definitely lose!

At least three of England’s team doctors came up. Together with Maqin’s teammates, they immediately surrounded him, making it impossible for the outside world to know his situation. Pirlo was explaining to the referee and the same Gerrard. The situation just now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. I rushed to the ball, but at that time, you know..." He shrugged helplessly, very unwilling to have this situation. If Maqin was really injured because of this After the game, he can predict how the media and English fans will spray him after the game.

Death threats are all pediatrics!

Both Proenka and Gerrard nodded and accepted his explanation. After all, everyone saw the situation. It was just an accident. Moreover, with Pirlo's playing style for so many years, it would definitely not look like something bad. Like rubbish, intentionally hurt opponents.

It's just that Gerrard is also very worried, and from time to time he uses his side to observe the situation next to him. How can he not know the degree of England's dependence on Mark Qin? It is not just as simple as the core of media rendering. He is the entire team. The soul is faith!

Since Makqin was corrected by Capello, England has hardly failed in the competition. This belief or superstition has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of every player and even every fan. What do you rely on to break through the shackles?

Looking at the faces of his teammates now, you can know that in addition to worry, there is obviously a kind of panic and anxiety. They are worried, worried about losing their souls.

I felt sore, numb, painful, and lost consciousness. I even felt that my nose was not my own. I only felt salty in my mouth. Then the sky I looked up was instantly obscured by countless heads.

Makqin's five flavors were mixed in an instant, and his heart sank to the bottom. He still felt a little bit about his injury. It's ok, I won't be planted here..., that feeling is as disgusting as swallowing 10,000 flies , He came full of confidence and fighting spirit, and as a result...

fk..., that Maqin definitely has to put up 10,000 middle fingers to the heavens, and there is no duplicate!

"Stop the bleeding first, move lightly..."

"Delfa, confirm if Mark has a concussion..."

Perhaps these England team doctors have never shown such efficiency. They knelt beside Maqin quickly, opened the first aid kit with the fastest speed in history, took out gauze, hemostatic bandage...

"Mark, tell me, what's this? Can you see clearly? What's this..." The face of the person named Delfa was anxiously dangling in front of his eyes with three fingers, making it a little bit The dizzy Mark Qin wanted to vomit blood. Why is it that no matter which team the team doctor came up to hit three, Meng was also wrong.

Seeing that Maqin didn't respond to him immediately, this guy was obviously frightened, so he quickly took out a flashlight and tried to open his eyes to see his pupils.

"Hmm...mmmm..." Mark Qin quickly raised his hand and stretched out three fingers, then pointed to his mouth that was being cleaned of blood, indicating that he could not speak.

"Huh..." Delfa let out a sigh, "How many..."

Maqin stretched out **** again, wondering who the team doctor was!

"Mark", the team doctor who was clearly the leader just gave the order nodded, and after clearing the blood stains, he cautiously said to Mark Qin, "Can you feel pain in your nose now?"

Maqin frowned and felt it, then shook his head slightly, making his brows frowned, "I'm going to touch the bridge of your nose lightly now. If you feel any, you should tell me right away, you know?"

"Hiss..." Needless to say, the cold air from the corner of his mouth has already told everyone the result, which made everyone around him sink in heart.

"Hey", "This...", Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang watched Proenka talk to the England team doctor in the past, and then made a stretcher gesture, and there was a chuckle in their hearts, and the beating suddenly accelerated!

"My God..." Lineker and Wilson howled miserably...

"Fk", Capello's face was gloomy, he smashed the mineral water in his hand, the entire England bench and the stands above were suddenly dead and silent, and the English players on the field seemed to have lost their souls, with no eyesight. Focusing on Maqin who was carried on the stretcher.

"Hmm..." Isabella covered her mouth tightly so as not to make herself cry...

"How?" Capello asked anxiously at the moment the team doctor carried Maqin off the field. The appearance of Maqin wearing a protective mask made his heart sink directly to the bottom.

"Beep...", "Fuck me up..." Proenka's whistle and Gerrard's roar sounded at the same time, the game will continue, England will be 10 to 11.

As long as there is still a slight possibility, Capello will never replace Maqin, this is something everyone knows, so before the final decision, they can only resist!

The footage continues to be broadcast, but from time to time it shines on the sidelines and is surrounded by layers of Maqin, as if there is more important than the game on the field!

"Carol is back, England is fully contracted. They have to survive this time... and look forward to the smooth return of Ma always..." Zhan Jun said in a low voice. Although it seems hopeless, it seems that everyone has a heart. They are not willing to give up this hope.

"Tathagata Buddha, or God, or some immortal flow..., no matter who of you is at work, I just want to say, I don’t want him now, I don’t want to end... not at all!" This busy posture also felt the seriousness of the situation, and he shouted crazy in his heart.

"Are you sure?" Capello's face was as black as carbon at this time. If the team doctor didn't know that it was not for himself, I am afraid that Capello would eat him.

He nodded difficultly, "Our preliminary estimate...is...is...fracture", as if made a lot of determination, "It's just that the seriousness still needs to go to the hospital for filming..., we suggest, suggest...substitute "After saying this sentence, the team doctor seemed to have lost all strength.

Of course he knows how much he has to do with his replacement. It is the attention of thousands of fans and organizations all over England and the world. Once he is misdiagnosed, he can't imagine the consequences!

"hiss……"

"Hi...", the surrounding coaching staff all subconsciously took a breath. At this time, in this kind of game, who would dare to change Mark and who would dare to change him?

"England is quite passive, they are almost suppressed in their own 30-meter area, Cassano, he is quite active on the wing, come again, walk back and send to the penalty area, Pirlo, elevator ball... …", Zhan Jun shouted loudly.

"Boom..." Joe Hart leaped high, like a thunder, and knocked the ball high out of the crossbar. Fortunately, the angle of the ball was not that rough, but his face was gloomy when he got up, and he always had to subconsciously. Take a look at the sidelines, like a boulder in the chest!

"Huh...", "Huh..." Rooney and Gerrard were both panting. During this time, they were back and forth in front of the penalty area and on the wing to fill up positions. The pressure can be imagined, but the key is the anxiety in the heart!

"Are you really sure?" Capello couldn't believe it and asked again, and in the stands, even the Queen of England stood up, looking down from time to time, muttering and asking her child. People, "How, what is going on?"

"Substitution!"

"Substitution?"

"Substitution..." Lineker seemed to be drawn out of his strength, as if all hope had been dashed, the entire English bar was silent, the stands were silent, and the queen snapped back to her seat.

Many people, only when they are about to lose, can you realize how precious they are.

"..." Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang were speechless, and they didn't know what to say. They were used to Mark's battles in all directions, used to his battlefield, used to it, he was omnipotent...

"Beep..." Proenka stopped the game again.

"Mark..., you... your nose may be fractured, we need to send you right away..." It was the team doctor, and he was the only one to do this kind of unlucky thing.

Maqin closed his eyes and exhaled after lying down for a while, as if the heart he had been holding was finally let go. Although it was not a good result, it was a result in the end.

Isn't it?

Milner was already hurriedly changing equipment. Capello sat back on the coach’s bench slumpedly, as if to digest the bitter result. Neville was urgently contacting the hospital with the match officials. The team doctor surrounded Maqin, trying to lift. Stretcher back to the changing room.

It's just that Maqin didn't cry, wasn't it his concussion?

"Let me down..." He held the mask in one hand and sat up on the stretcher with the other. This frightened the team doctor who was carrying the stretcher. He stopped quickly and slowly put him on the ground.

"Give me a protective mask..."

"Ok?"

"Huh?" Capello turned his head and saw the stretcher stopped in surprise, and immediately got up and walked over.

"Wait..." Milner stopped the fourth referee who was about to check his equipment...

"There is a situation, the stretcher stopped..." Lineker and Zhan Jun said in unison...

"Give me a mask..." Maybe it was just after he was relieved, Makqin got off the stretcher and said it again, but his request directly scared the team doctor.

"Mark, you need to go to the hospital now..." Despite all the perseverance, Capello had to announce the result, "Your nose may be fractured..."

The Italian players waiting for the penalty kick did not urge the referee, and Pirlo in the corner area also turned to look at the England bench, with inexplicable expectations.

"No..." Capello shook his head subconsciously, but was stopped by Mark Qin reaching out, "Boss, I know my own nose, it's not that serious. If it is completely broken, it will not be in my face. Up"

"One nose can't kill people..."

"I can't give up this game..."

"..." No one except Capello dared to make a decision for him at this time, but even Capello was very entangled at this time, left or right...

Mark Qin smiled, as if it affected his injury, and made him frown unconsciously, "Team doctor, give me a protective mask...", he directly pulled away from the crowd and walked to the side of the court with one hand supporting the temporary Mask, gestured to the field with one hand.

"Boom...", the whole stand was about to explode, England fans screamed crazy, red-faced, heart-piercing!

"Roar..." The silent bar finally broke out in depression. No one knew why, but they just wanted to shout, yell, and hysterical!

"Mr. Ma..." Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang even had an urge to tear their eyes...

"Mark..." Lineker snarled frantically.

Mark, Mark, what does this name stand for, a symbol? A spirit? It is still a banner of faith, and it is vividly performed in this green area!

He can't control many things, but it is enough to control the joys, anger, sorrow, and joy of this green shade!

"Are you sure?" Capello asked the team doctor again.

"I'm not sure about him...", the team doctor is almost crazy, and he roars hysterically inside, his heart is beating, I don't know if he wears a mask will have more serious consequences , I am not a god, you know if you approve it!

There were two hemostatic cotton **** in his nostrils, which looked like two small ivory Maqin. The image at this time was actually a bit funny, but no one smiled, but there was a surge of blood in his heart.

"Come on, I will bear all the consequences alone...", the mask was in the first aid kit, but looking at the team doctor who was still there hesitating, Mark Qin turned his head and said firmly to Capello and then again. Nodded solemnly, that means, I know what I'm doing!

Proenka hesitated. Originally, the game was not allowed to be interrupted like this, but when the wounded was called Mark, he couldn't help being careless, because he not only represented England, but also represented a large part of the influence of the European Cup.

"He must insist on playing with injuries! Judging from the change just now, President Ma is definitely not a minor injury, but he is back and he can't let go of the game..." Zhan Jun shouted excitedly.

"Mark is back, and the team doctor is putting him on the mask. Now the audience and all the fans in front of the TV are waiting for him to re-enter the game~lightnovelpub.net~Mark, the great leader...", Lein Kerr said emotionally.

"Put an x-shaped bandage on the bridge of the nose, and then put a mask on the mask. Pay attention, put cotton yarn underneath, and wrap the head firmly with a bandage..." Several team doctors rushed around Maqin's head again When I get busy, I don’t know if it will turn into a zongzi.

"Great fighting spirit. At this moment, I think of the Dutch godfather Cruyff and the football emperor Beckbauer. They all faced this moment, but they also relied on their tenacity to finish the game with injuries. Let us Blessing President Ma..." Zhan Jun has completely lost his temper, his eyes are red, and he keeps talking, nagging like an old mother.

The camera carefully shows how Maqin became a Masked Man, then from Masked Man to Zorro, and then into a mummy...

In order to avoid the damage caused by the collision to the greatest extent, the team doctor had to wrap the three layers of his face with gauze, and use a mask to prop up the skeleton. Now only two eyes are leaking from the upper part of his face. , Two nostrils, two ears...

"You are with glory..., you are parallel with majesty..." Gradually, the English fans in the stands spontaneously stood up, stroked their chest with their left hands, and the stadium sounded a loud and resounding song...

"You are with Glory..." All England fans in the bar and in front of the TV stroked their chests with their left hands, and Isabella stared blankly off the field...

Touching the gauze like rice dumplings, Mark Qin smiled silently, but no one could see it, and then he walked to the sidelines again firmly.

Then, raising the still firm right hand...

Blast...

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