"Lucky late!" Huang Jianxiang shouted, "Mr. Ma’s free kick was refracted, and Buffon could not do anything because of the early move! England surpassed the score near the end of the first half."

"Unlucky Balotelli, he used a self-dedication method to help Mr. Ma score twice," Zhan Jun said happily, "The organizing committee still put the goal on Mr. Ma's head. This is his seventh goal in the European Cup!"

The goal information at the bottom of the screen clearly shows Maqin’s name at this time. In fact, whether refracting a goal counts as an own, there has been no clear definition. Sometimes it is counted and sometimes it is not. This depends on the specific refraction. Happening.

Fortunately, the ball was not counted. It not only fulfilled Maakqin, but also fulfilled Balotelli who has been chattering.

"Great. In this case, he is only less than Platini in history. He has tied Ronaldo in the World Cup. Can the European Cup tie Platini?" Zhang Lu said expectantly.

The English fans in the audience shouted like a tsunami of celebration. In the first half, they suppressed and then raised. There was nothing dissatisfied with this score.

"Champions, oh, we are champions...", neat shouts filled every corner of the stadium, compared to the blue silence now, the white is almost boiling.

"Mark, this is Mark. Although he played with an injury, this can't stop his performance. On the contrary, it sets off his perseverance. It is Mark again. The goal is as wide as the sea for him." Lineker Explaining passionately with Wilson.

And Makqin and the others, withstood a sling after Italy's re-start, and went directly to the player channel.

Because Proenka blew the whistle, this ups and downs in the first half of the game was finally halfway through!

"Injured? No, still scored twice! 》

"A great first half! And the great mark! 》

"Mark is going to classic..."

"Mask Man Mark rules the Olympics! 》

Numerous media can't wait to scroll through countless news at this time, all of them are Maqin. If the European Cup at this moment is equal to Maqin, I believe there will be a large number of supporters.

This game, not only on the competitive level, but also on the spiritual level, gave him wide admiration. An era is destined to have only one master, and he is moving forward firmly!

The England team doctors finally got a chance to breathe a sigh of relief after most of the time with fear, and as soon as they blew their whistle in the half, they went directly to the infirmary with Maqin and asked him not to even give the fans a chance to say hello.

"I feel better than when I was injured." Maqin naturally knew the severity and cooperated very well.

However, the team doctors were not relieved. Instead, they frowned. What they worried was that it was not really getting better, but because the swelling hindered blood flow and made him feel dull!

Isabella can't sit still like an ant on a hot pot at this time, but she definitely can't get in the locker room now, "Isa, don't worry, the team doctor knows the importance," Jonathan said helplessly.

After whispering to the queen, Bobby Charlton in the stands hurriedly walked into the backstage. His destination was the dressing room, and his goal was naturally to detect Mark Qin's injuries.

...

"Hiss..." The familiar pain returned to his body when the team doctor removed his mask and began to deal with the injury, and he now felt like his nose doubled.

"Mark, a real man!", lying on the treatment bed, he naturally couldn't see the expressions of his teammates who came over to watch. It was as uncomfortable as if his foot was stepped on.

Ferdinand gave a thumbs up, greeted him, and greeted his teammates with Gerrard out. It was useless here, but it would put Makqin under psychological pressure.

After all, it was a nose that was swollen into a small bun, and it was red and purple. It was scary to watch.

"Mark, we suggest that you go to the hospital for an examination right away, and then the operation..." The team doctor brought up the old thing again, but he was interrupted immediately, "Noay!"

"Take it to me as soon as possible, there is not much time!" After saying this, he closed his eyes and ignored it.

The team doctors looked at each other helplessly, and sighed helplessly, they could only satisfy his request.

At this time Capello just brought Bobby Charlton in. The team doctor immediately went over and said something in their ears, showing a helpless expression.

Capello and Charlton frowned and glanced at each other, then Capello made a sign to go out.

"He won't agree to the end now, and we can't bear the consequences of losing him," Capello said directly when he came out. In addition to Maqin himself, his decision must also be made.

"Well, I hope there will be no more accidents in the second half." Charlton nodded in understanding. "In addition, let people contact the nearest hospital. Regardless of the result of the game, immediately send Mark to the hospital for surgery after the game is over."

Speaking of this, he looked back at the closed infirmary, and shook his head helplessly, "Okay, I won't bother you to prepare for the battle." After finishing talking, he nodded with Capello and a few team members. Hurried out.

This is the dressing room after all.

"Guys, I think you now feel the same as me. Mark is giving his all. We can't allow any accidents to happen in the second half..."

No need for tactical arrangements or passionate words, Maqin's situation at this time is the best motivation.

"In the second half, Mark still insists on playing with injuries. His injury is very serious. I hope you will run more and help Mark share the pressure..."

On the other side, Prandelli is also stimulating his players with the injured Mark Qin!

"Shame! I blush for you. You are fighting a seriously injured player, but you actually let him score two goals easily. Now we are the most expensive background..."

Both De Rossi and Chiellini were a bit angry, both of these goals occurred in their defense.

"Guess what the outside will say now?" Prandelli asked, "Great Mark! You are the clowns under the great body! Wonderful negative background!"

"You can say that the second ball was lucky, but the first ball should never be lost. You made a mistake at that time and lost your focus!" Prandelli said loudly.

"I don't want to see this situation again in the second half, so we might as well just surrender!" The entire Italian dressing room was silent, only Prandelli's roar echoed. This was the first time they saw him have such a big temper.

But it was indeed them who was at a loss. To put it bluntly, they were stifled by the blood pressure aroused by England after Maqin was injured!

"We won't give up so easily," Pirlo stood up unexpectedly with a straight face, and said in a low voice.

Prandelli took a look, knowing that he had achieved his goal, then nodded, and began to change the subject, "Let's arrange the tactics for the second half to tie the score as soon as possible..."

...

It only reduced the swelling a little and then used an ice pack to stop the pain. When Neville opened the door and came in, the team doctors had no choice but to put on a gauze mask again on Maqin.

The second half of the game is about to start.

Everything, needless to say, this is the final decisive battle, everything must wait until the end of the game.

"Dear friends, the players of the two teams have already walked back into the field," Zhan Jun said, looking at the big screen that was cut back to the scene. "Immediately, the second half of the European Cup final will begin.

"Yes," Huang Jianxiang continued, "In the first half, England relied on General Ma’s score to lead Italy twice. In the second half, Italy will definitely strengthen its attack."

"Mr. Ma has also come out. I don't know what his injury is, but now he should insist on playing the entire game..."

After seeing Makqin, Proenka ran over to ask about the situation. After all, as the referee, he also has to take responsibility. If Makqin is really not suitable for the game, he will force him to leave.

"No problem, I'm very clear-headed, and I won't have any problem playing for another 90 minutes," he bragged.

Proenka was not in the mood to interrupt with him, and after confirmation, he stopped entanglement, and immediately ran back to the middle circle, letting each side take their place.

In the stands, the Queen of England was nodding her head while listening to Bobby Charlton's report, and she praised Maqin even more.

"He has made an indelible contribution to English football. He is a good guy and worthy of everyone to learn..."

"Beep", with Proenka's whistle, the second half of the game officially began with the fierce battle of the fans on both sides resetting again.

England took the lead in the kick-off, Carol kicked the ball back to Maqin, Italy changed its posture in the first half and began to press forward frantically.

"Italy seems that the lineup has changed." Huang Jianxiang was the first to react, "it seems to have become 4141", because he saw De Rossi, who was mainly protecting Pirlo in the first half, became a central midfielder and rushed to it. England's halftime.

This suddenly increased their frontcourt pressure, so that England suddenly became dangerous in the backcourt.

"Stay steady," Maqin also felt a different pressure from the first half, so he quickly stepped up his running, reminding his teammates not to rush.

In the end, Ferdinand took the ball and was forced to the corner, reluctantly kicked his big foot, looking for Carol in front.

"This is an overall change," Huang Jianxiang said confidently, "Chiellini in the midfielder pressed up, and Barzagli dragged it behind..."

Carol retraced very deeply this time and did not control the ball~lightnovelpub.net~ was knocked back by Chiellini.

In an instant, the two sides were caught in a midfield fight, constantly exchanging ball rights back and forth, all in a fierce competition for space.

"Cassano..."

"beep……"

"Foul, this ball is foul..."

"Shhh... rubbish, come up, kill you!"

The English fans in the stands were so indignant because Cassano tried to break through with the ball, and the connection between him and the ball was cut off by Mark Qin in advance.

In desperation, Cassano pulled and pulled, and directly put Maqin to the ground. Now England can be fried.

"Hey, hey, Antonio, you kid, be honest with me." Capello had coached him, so naturally he would not be polite. He started training directly on the sidelines, while the England bench directly cursed.

Lampard seldom came up and pushed Cassano away, and Cassano seemed to have reacted to public outrage, or matured, and did not fight back at Lampard, but opened his hands silently. expression.

"Pay attention to your actions," Proenka hurried over and said to him, preventing the situation from expanding.

"Isn't this a football stadium?", he shrugged, and didn't think there was any problem.

"I'm okay," Markin pulled Lampard to his feet, not taking Cassano's foul seriously.

But what really made him frown was the pressure that Italy brought to him and England during this period. This was a ruined posture, and they were fighting every inch of the earth.

"Italy, Italy showed a completely different mental outlook as soon as it appeared in the second half. Obviously Prandelli must have made certain arrangements during the intermission..." said Zhan Jun.

"The real decisive battle, here comes..."

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