Volume 2, Chapter 62

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! At the moment when the ball hit the net, Ma Keqin felt a huge sense of happiness from the bottom of his heart, he was about to swell, and he was happier than scoring a goal The thing that is, of course, is Shining beautifully.

Most of Mark Qin's goals are beautiful, which has something to do with his playing style, which is mainly clever, but it is not common to see such beautiful goals as today.

He opened his arms, like a screaming petrel, through the wind and waves, soaring in the sky of Old Trafford, free and flying.

Let the storm come more violently!

"Ah~~", the Liverpool fans hugged each other, not shouting, but screaming, happiness came so suddenly, they couldn't imagine it suddenly.

This is Old Trafford.

Opposite them is their sixteen-year-old rival.

There is also a Ferguson who makes people gnash their teeth and is helpless.

But before halftime, they took an incredible 2-0 lead. Prince Anfield's two-footed world wave made the dream come true.

Lucas and Aurelio on the bench all held their heads with incredible expressions on their faces. This may be a wonderful performance that may not be seen once in a season in the entire Premier League.

Four or two times, Fernand looked at the flying Ma Keqin helplessly. This is a kind of technical conquest, which makes people unconsciously give birth to a kind of respect.

Van der Sar sat on the ground blankly with his hands crossed on his knees. If we say that he regretted his carelessness at the beginning, now he is a kind of powerless depression and extremely lost.

"God came to Old Trafford", Peterson blushed with excitement, "God came to Old Trafford~~", he roared loudly, "He is God tonight!"

Solskjaer and McManaman only felt that a bright superstar was shining in the sky and descending on the world.

"Ma Keqin...", Zhan Jun was rarely able to organize his words. A Chinese star played at such a level, which has exceeded the limit of his imagination.

On the domestic Internet, all kinds of fan groups are full of "shit", and there are icons of worship, swiping the screen, occupying the screen, dominating the screen!

"Goal~~~~~", the cry of the goal finally came from the mouths of the commentators from all over the world, "Mark, Mel twice, an unbelievable lob shot..."

"Roar~~~~", the flying Mark was pulled down by his teammates who finally caught up with him, layer upon layer. Who would have imagined that they could achieve such a result at Old Trafford at halftime.

Ronaldo and Rooney lowered their heads, a little confused, they just scored two goals? It's not that we didn't play well, it's not that we made mistakes, it was a brutal way.

Inhumane!

Ferguson felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He was extremely disappointed. This year's champion was about to fly away. He still wanted to create another glory in 1999, but his hope was slim.

Queiroz helped him back to the locker room. He needed to take a break, otherwise what was waiting for Manchester United was a complete defeat this season. Ferguson absolutely cannot accept it.

For many seasons, Old Trafford has never been as quiet as this. The huge loss hit their heads tonight just like it hit the KOP before.

That kind of pain is heartbreaking.

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"Oh? We saw that Sir Alex Ferguson went back to the locker room first. Clattenburg's halftime whistle has not yet blown. There should be two or three minutes. What's going on?" Zhan Jun asked suspiciously.

Zhang Lu pondered for a while and said, "Maybe he was too disappointed in the first half, he needs to go back and think about what to do in the second half."

Zhan Jun chuckled, "What can I do when I meet Ma Keqin like this?"

After Queiroz sent the old man back, he immediately came back to direct the game for the master. There was no tactical arrangement, but it was delayed until halftime.

Benitez also looked confused, not knowing what happened, but it would be better for him to go back, and it would be better not to come out in the second half.

The fourth referee held up the stoppage time sign. After two minutes, the Liverpool players slowly walked back to their own half after celebrating. Mark stretched his crumpled clothes.

A thumbs up towards the camera, the sun is shining brightly.

This time there was no more cursing or booing in the stands, except that the East Stand was still boiling, and there was silence everywhere else.

Even if they lost to Manchester City, their rivals in the same city, they had never felt so uncomfortable. This time, it was the feeling that the throne was overthrown by the person they hated the most.

While waiting for the re-kick-off, many people discovered that Torres hadn't come back...

"Huh? Where's Torres?" Zhan Jun asked.

Ma Keqin and Gerald also looked around. They were celebrating just now, but they really didn't pay attention.

Moments later, they finally spotted Torres on the outside of the touchline, with the team doctor next to him.

Torres couldn't laugh or cry at the moment, Ma De twisted his ankle, and no one paid attention to me for a long time, he was so crazy.

Isn't he crazy? Seeing Mark Qin's goal, he sat on the ground and lost himself until his teammates started to celebrate. He didn't feel a pain from his left ankle.

When Vidic bumped into him just now, his left foot was on the ground, he lost his balance, and sprained a little, but he didn't feel very serious, just a little uncomfortable. This game might not be able to be played.

"Eh? What's going on?" Zhan Jun looked at the camera and finally cut to the sidelines, "Torres is injured?"

Gerrard and Mark Qin hurried over, and Benitez was also nervous for a while, and he just found out.

After inquiring about it, Gerrard was relieved that he was not seriously injured, and Torres was indispensable in the league sprint, so he quickly gestured to the coach's bench to replace him.

"F**K", Benitez swears, thinks about it, and tells Liera, who is on the bench, to get ready to play.

Fortunately, the game was coming to an end, and Manchester United was happy not to re-kick off. Seeing that someone was injured, Clattenburg had to stop the game and wait for Liverpool to make a substitution.

"This is a blow to Liverpool. They just led 2-0 and the form was very good. At this time, Torres was injured..." He watched Torres go directly to the bench and said.

"He didn't go back to the locker room. The team doctor applied an ice pack to him, so it shouldn't be a serious injury," Zhang Lu said.

Liera comes on, Dirk Dirk heads up the front line and time is running out.

After the re-kick-off, Liverpool went into one of the fastest full-time presses, bursting with confidence and momentum, trying to tear their opponents apart when they were at their weakest.

Manchester United retreated across the board, without any desire to attack, and directly spent time in the backcourt until the end of the game.

"The first half is over," Peterson said. "Torres' injury should be an accident. I don't know if it will have any impact on the second half."

"It will definitely have an impact. The containment power of Dirk and Torres in the front line is incomparable," said McCarthy, "Let's see if the coaches of the two teams will make any arrangements during the intermission."

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The Manchester United dressing room is now silent, and Ferguson is not yelling. The team doctor told him to keep calm.

The team members all lowered their heads, looking listless.

Ferguson looked around the table, strangely, he didn't reveal any disappointment or anger.

He said calmly, "I don't blame you for what happened in the first half."

The Manchester United players raised their heads in surprise, don't you blame us? Come on pinch me.

"Those were two powerless goals. I can only say that you met Mark who was in full form, so I don't blame you," Ferguson continued.

"But", his face finally turned stern, "Where is our offense, Wayne (Rooney), Chris (C Ronaldo), do you know?"

The two lowered their heads a little ashamed. In the first half, the two of them did shoot countless shots, ending many of the team's offenses.

The two of them are now Carrington's star players. Except for Ferguson, no one dares to criticize them on the court. Even the two old goblins have to pay attention to their methods.

"Forget the score in the first half," Ferguson said to himself again, "Just remember, they are going to take away our championship here, and this is Old Trafford."

"People are riding wild on your heads now, but you haven't responded at all!"

"Now you are like a clumsy clown in front of tens of thousands of people. Forty-five minutes later, all you have to do is laugh at you"

"Because you are not like a championship team, you are fragile and vulnerable!" Ferguson gasped a little with his gradually hurried words, and he had to stop for a few breaths.

"We are Manchester United, and this is Old Trafford. Think about it yourself here." After speaking, he turned and greeted the coaching staff to leave the locker room and stand outside the door.

"Alex...", Ferguson stopped what Queiroz wanted to say, and said: "Now they can only rely on themselves"

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"Fernando, is your ankle okay?" Many teammates in the locker room on the other side asked Torres with concern.

"It's not a big problem, just rest for a few days," he said with a smile. The team is leading and the championship is in sight.

His teammates patted him on the shoulder, sat down and waited for the head coach's arrangement, and Benitez had already stood up with a happy face.

"I have to say, your performance in the first half was perfect," he said happily, "especially Mark, he was unbeatable"

"Whew~", someone immediately whistled in response, "I can't believe it, I think Van der Sar will have nightmares at night."

"Haha~", everyone laughed.

Mark smiled and leaned against the cabinet. He himself did not expect to have such a perfect first half. Thinking of those two goals, he couldn't help feeling proud.

It seems to be really beautiful... right, most people can't kick it out, well, he nodded in his heart, it is indeed so!

"But, this is Old Trafford," Benitez said with a straight face after they finished their trouble.

"I don't want to be AC ​​Milan in Istanbul, do you?"

"No", "Of course not~"

"So you have to play steadily in the second half, Liera," he turned his head and said to him, "You just came on the field, how did Dirk (Durter) defend in the first half, and you can do it for me in the second half, otherwise I don't mind wasting a substitution spot"

Liera nodded, and he didn't care about Benitez's tone when he was able to play at such an important moment.

"Javier Mascherano, you must pay attention in the second half, you have a yellow card on your back," Benitez reminded.

"clear"

"Our tactics remain the same, and we will still defend and counterattack," he finally slapped his hands and said, "But Manchester United will definitely be even crazier in the second half. Be mentally prepared and try to seize the opportunity to completely kill the game."

"Get rid of Manchester United~", everyone coaxed.

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"Hey, Mark's two goals in the first half", the two fans in the bar were beaming with joy, "It's great."

One of them drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "This game can be won in the end, even if Mark sleeps with my girlfriend in the future, I won't blame him."

"Chi", "Poof", "Get out of here, you can talk about it after you find a girlfriend...", "Haha", there was a commotion in the bar, all of them were teased by this middle-aged man.

"Stop screaming," someone said suddenly, "Look, the team members have come out, the second half of the game is about to start"

Ma Keqian and Kevin Dirk walked to the field while chatting. They were partners in the second half, and they must talk about the issue of cooperation.

The characteristics of Dirk and Torres are different. He is not so fast, but his back is better than Torres, and he is harder than Torres. The corresponding passing and cooperation methods of Mark Qin have to change accordingly.

An excellent midfielder is actually equivalent to half a coach, who has to adopt different tactics according to the characteristics of his teammates.