"The great river is going all the way to the east, the eternal lover..."

"Qianlang died on the beach..."

"I know I am old when I see him..."

If Pirlo is a literary youth or is familiar with Chinese literature, then maybe these sentences will pop up in his mind at this moment.

In fact, he was indeed like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, sour, sweet, bitter and salty, and his heart was extremely complicated at this moment.

There is a kind of relief, a kind of powerlessness, and a sense of sorrow.

The world will always belong to young people.

Every brother who suddenly came up with this sentence in his mind can say something to you in a responsible way, buddy, you are old.

This era is progressing too fast, even if he comes from Italy, the birthplace of the Renaissance, but in the world of football, in the past few years, it is obvious that they are no longer the protagonists.

Pirlo looked at Maqin, who was surrounded by layers of white outside the field, as if watching a round of sunrise, the sky was full of clouds...

Of course, this is just a metaphor, but Pirlo did vent a sigh of relief in his heart. Although there were too many accidents in this game, the game was not very smooth.

However, he has tried his best, and the current peak of Italy is just like that. He can't rush up to kill the Quartet like Ronaldo and Marco Qin, it's not Pirlo.

Because Pirlo, who played the midfielder, was sentenced to death as early as the beginning of his career!

The defensive midfielder is his world, and he is the place where he makes the world look, but it turns out that in terms of hard power, they really can't beat England, especially in the last ten minutes.

He didn't even fully understand why they suddenly became so passive after scoring, as if they were one level behind England.

But Pirlo did see the best Maqin, as he said before the game, he will play the best against himself!

Pirlo was even jealous.

I am jealous of God for giving Maqin such good talents, those talents I dream of.

He can strategize and rebuke Fang Yao, but he rarely decides a game directly like Zidane, Messi, Maqin and others. His deterrence has always been average.

So Makqin seems to him to be a perfect template for midfield, organization, scheduling, and offense are all world-class, and he even got a taste of his defense today.

Looking at the boy with the bandaged head, he was even a little strange when he recalled seven years ago.

After this game, the football world...

Will dominate the world!

"Roar..., Mark, God...", listen to the frantic shouts of the audience, and see their fanaticism.

"Today is God's bandaged brought to the world..." Lineker was already dying.

Time, location, harmony!

Maradona's splendor has just begun to spread like the world in football. Michael Jordan has become the spokesperson of the NBA's global strategy. Then Mamello was born in the post-super giant era!

this era!

There is no Stoichkov, no troika, no Su Ke with his left foot playing the violin, no golden bomber, no crying English boy, no heartthrob.

The aliens have been brought, the stadium elves have fallen, and the bald king of Bernabéu has also retired.

Just like entering the Warring States Period from the Spring and Autumn Period, in this era when there should be no shortage of heroes and superstars, people suddenly feel a barrenness, like the football world, more and more like a big factory.

The inside forward blows out and plays the same way. In this era, it is difficult for you to appreciate the arbitrary scenery on the court.

Today, it is a direct meeting between two old and new representatives of classicism. Pirlo and the others may feel a sense of relief in the future, because of the name Mark...

Will represent a style that is about to die, and then he brought this style to the top of football.

...

"Motta replaced Abate, Di Natale replaced Marchisio, Italy wants to let go..." Zhan Jun shouted, the whole stadium was already stinking, and everyone was waiting. The final moment.

But obviously the Italians will not bow their heads, nor will Prandelli. They fought 343, a formation that Capello thinks they absolutely want to kill themselves.

"Italy is going to die..." Zhang Lu also timely said a scene that everyone can see.

Motta's appearance increased an Italian midfielder's point of play, which can appropriately relieve Pirlo's pressure. If it is just starting, it may be useful, but now...

Four wingers joined Barry Mackin, and England's six midfielders are strangling. Now they are leading and naturally no longer have to oppress Italy's back line.

"Gareth, guard the back, and hand it to us in front," Maqin said to Barry confidently. He didn't believe that Italy could come back to life in the end.

Good luck, one can be two or three.

"Don't worry, I understand." Gareth glanced at Di Natale who had just come up, equally confident.

This is the glory that none of them is willing to give up, even if there is no leakage of mountains and rivers like Barry.

Pirlo is still making his final efforts. The confrontation between the first two generations of masters in the game is staged again at this moment.

"Motta, hand it over to Balotelli, stop it, Gerald, pass..." Zhan Jun shouted, "Chiellini, it's dangerous, Ashley Young almost turned offside..."

"Oh oh oh oh oh... England, bang, England..." And at the moment, no England fan is still sitting in the stands.

They sang loudly, they sang and danced.

Even the whole of England was caught in a wild turmoil at this time, as if the climax was about to come.

Mark Qin made a grab, and once again Pirlo had to back the ball to protect the ball, thus losing the first opportunity to pass the ball forward.

He can easily break through Pirlo, but not the other way around. This may be the most fundamental gap between the two of them now.

It is the difference in style, but also the difference in age.

Pirlo hurriedly passed to Motta again, surrendering control of the ball. Maybe he can still make a little space by shaking experience in the game, but now, time does not allow him to do so.

Maqin's breathing by his side can be heard personally, and now he understands what Maqin means to pay all his respects to him.

"Mr. Ma is still fighting Pirlo with all his strength," Zhan Jun said admiringly, "Whether it is because of what he said before the game or the injury that aroused his blood, but today, he really dominates the game."

"It can be called a century-old classic battle", Huang Jianxiang nodded in agreement. Now, it may be a certainty that England won the championship, and everyone is waiting with a tacit understanding.

Italy? Unless a miracle happens!

Will there be miracles? Balotelli may think there will be, as well as Cassano and Di Natale.

Therefore, after receiving Motta's pass, Di Natale made a breakthrough with speed directly on the wing. The passing space was an inverted triangle. Cassano no longer had a hippie smile, but a rare seriousness.

"Cassano, he got into the ribs, Gerrard and Ferdinand closed, he took the ball back and picked the ball..."

What he was looking for was Balotelli who was later ordered!

"Johart, strike immediately, hit the ball with a single punch," Huang Jianxiang exclaimed, is there really a miracle?

Barry at the top of the penalty area rushed forward with a header before Montolivo came up, and it was also a ferry.

"Mark..." Lineker shouted frantically.

"Mr. Ma..." Huang Jianxiang also echoed loudly.

Even if they can't hear each other! You can't describe the speed at this moment, this is the handover of two eras!

Makqin knew that Pirlo was behind him, so he swiped the header, then quickly turned around, and instantly pulled Pirlo away, simple and rude.

"He actually used his head..." Nonsense, I was injured in the bridge of the nose and not the skull!

On the other side, De Rossi has no time to return. The midfielder has a lot of room for horse racing so that Mark Qin has a choice problem.

But he still used the simplest and most effective method, but it was accurate enough!

"Fatal stick to the ground..."

A white figure on the sidewalk rushed in, and Welbeck let out his maximum speed.

That is, rush, rush, rush...

"It's a counterattack again... Italy's backcourt is already broken, and gaps are everywhere...", Zhan Jun shouted.

Everyone knows that once Welbeck's single-handed approach is achieved, everything will be put to rest.

So many commentators screamed frantically, as if seeing the moment the door was finally opened completely, Balzali and Chiellini desperately chased them back. This is already a habit in the arena, even if the effect is minimal.

And Panucci, who should be in position, has been completely left behind by Mark Qin's penetrating ball...

"Welbeck, entered the penalty area, Balzali, smashed the ball..., eh? Penalty? Penalty! Proenka firmly pointed to the penalty spot, it is indeed obvious, there is no doubt that Balzali hooked Welbeck who tried to shake the shot space..."

Whether it was Lineker, Zhan Jun or others, at this time in their hearts the final death sentence of Italy was announced.

"Who will punish?" Lineker continued, "It should be Mark, but he has already hat-tricked. Maybe he will..."

After all, this is the final, and everyone wants to score a goal. He thinks that maybe Makqin will show his spirit.

But this time Mark Qin will not!

"No," Wilson shook his head and said, "This is Mark's chance to tie the single-time goal record. He won't let it, sure enough..."

Mark Qin firmly walked over to hug the ball, and Welbeck, who rushed up, nodded without explaining anything.

No need to explain, no need to explain.

"Mr. Ma~lightnovelpub.net~ Ma’s penalty? He wants a big four? No, he is going to tie Platini's record of 9 goals in a single session!" Zhan Jun shouted like a sudden reaction. Tao.

And Huang Jianxiang also excitedly echoed, "Yes, yes, and there are goals in the horse field. This is a brand-new history. After the World Cup, Mark Qin tied Ronaldo's record, and this European Cup he caught up again. Platini!"

"mark……"

"mark……"

This name, after today, is destined to become a symbol, a symbol, a football identity.

Gerrard is now outside the penalty area, as if watching a legendary story. This story began in Kobik and today, it has reached its peak!

If this is a dream, he would rather not wake up again!

More than him, when Maqin held the penalty kick and walked to the penalty spot, all the people in the stadium stood up except for some Italian fans!

Isabella and Jonathan clapped while wiping their tears. This is no longer a penalty, but a monument like Everest, a kind of reverence.

Buffon sighed and stood in front of the goal again. Proenka looked at Mark Qin with gleaming eyes.

I saw him touch the gauze at the corner of his eye, then at the moment when his whistle blew, he ran, and then...

The ball flew up gently.

Buffon jumped over to the right side in vain, looking very...

Well, classic.

"Spoon... spoon..."

"Spoon penalty, Mark, a new record is born, a new European Cup champion is born, a new legend is born..."

"Mark...Mark..."

"Roar...", white, all eyes are white, this crazy white, crazy white.

Dazzling white, size 18.

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