Volume 4 Chapter 38

"England?", far away in the Uruguay training base, several people were sitting in the room and watching the live broadcast on TV intently. If Mark Qin was here, he would recognize Forlan, Suarez, Cavani and him Teammate Cáceres.

However, Caceres is obviously here to play soy sauce, and he has not played for a minute so far.

"I feel that England is very strong this time," someone said.

"Except for the dribble, Ghana didn't create any decent chances to score. The midfield controlled by Mark is really strong"

In the team, Cáceres and Mark Qin are teammates. The only one who has played against Mark Qin directly is Godin in the Huang Qian period. When he played Atletico Madrid, Fran regretted missing him due to injury.

"He is a phenomenon in Liverpool," Caceres said. "He is the darling of thousands of fans. In Liverpool, you would rather offend the boss than offend him."

"Godin, you played against him directly, what's your impression?" Captain Fran asked.

Godin shrugged his shoulders, "That time they filled us with 7 players in two games, and we were a little bit broken. At that time, their trident couldn't be defended at all. Mark was in charge of sorting out the midfield and getting in from the back. Our captain Senna can't stand him"

Everyone here knows this period of history. In that year, Mark defeated the three major Spanish giants in the Champions League, and finally won the title in the Champions League final!

If the opponent in the quarter-finals is really England, it is definitely the last thing they want to face, but judging from the current results, this situation is infinitely approaching reality.

Cáceres watched Mark Qin on the TV flashing around in the midfield, like a monkey, exhausting Ghana's pressing players. They didn't grab for the whole game.

I really don't want to meet you!

At the same time, Dutchman Dirk Dirk was also watching TV. The day after tomorrow, it was their 1/8 final match against Slovakia. He has been in South Africa for so long, and he hasn't contacted a few old guys from Liverpool.

One and a half districts, I hope we can meet each other, then we can say hello on the field, which also means that both teams have entered the semi-finals.

It's just that you can't hide the light of your kid anywhere. He looks at Mark Qin, who is highly recognizable in the England team, and his teammate for three years. He knows him too well.

Ghana has little hope, Mark Qin will lead England to slowly grind them to death, just like many times he led Liverpool to victory in the most economical way.

If you want to grab the ball at his feet, stop dreaming!

But Ghana's strategy was not wrong. They didn't use multiple people to flank Mark Qin, which would only kill him faster. After more than 70 minutes of the game, they only lost 1:2. Judging from the scene, it was not bad.

"Also, you should be glad that you didn't meet Mark in his best condition," said Couitt to himself, "I guess he has some physical problems now."

As expected of an old teammate, he is too familiar with Ma Keqin's on-court style. He will never waste his unremarkable physical ability to do some meaningless things. It is estimated that he is already planning for the quarter-finals.

The rest time after the round of 16 is a week, which allows him to take a deep breath, "If we really meet in the semi-finals, I will not be soft on you," Dirk said with a smile.

He has already decided to spend his life in Liverpool, and he won the Grand Slam in Liverpool. He really wants to meet the three captains of Liverpool in the World Cup. Just thinking about it makes him feel excited.

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"Barry, a clean tackle. Boateng reached out to foul the referee. The Hungarian referee Victor ignored it. Carragher got the ball and handed it to Mark immediately."

England turned from defense to offense in an instant, and one of Ghana's central defenders had become a midfielder. Essien immediately rushed forward and tried to counter-steal the ball at Mark Qin's feet.

But Ma Keqin seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. With a flick of the outside of his left foot, he handed the ball to Johnson, and then he quickly turned right and wiped Essien.

"Two to one, Mark completed a beautiful two to one in the backcourt, directly wiped Essien,

Essien tackles the ball from behind..." Lineker's voice was terrified, but there was no scream as he expected, the boy pulled the ball lightly again, avoiding the tackle by a tiny bit .

"Beautiful, he is the prophet on the field!" Lineker roared loudly, with the fear from just now mixed in, and what is now in front of Mark Qin is a flat map.

Immediately after a waving ball, the Ghanaian players started to push forward directly from the middle, as if hearing the sound of a broken dream, the Ghanaian players frantically chased back.

But a scalpel-like direct pass passed directly through the gap between the three central defenders in the central circle of Ghana, and Rooney on the left began to sprint from the side to the center like a wind.

"Rooney, and Defoe, they are not offside, two ghosts hit the goal! If this goal is scored, the victory will be sealed!" All the England commentators were boiling, looking expectantly at the two forward white players. figure.

Goalkeeper Kinster had no choice but to abandon the goal and go to intercept Rooney, who was closest to the ball. Lajevac looked at the empty defense, as if waiting for fate to pronounce.

"Rooney, he caught up with the ball, Kinster..." Rooney, who took a step, saw Kinster rushing forward frantically, with his body fully opened, it was obvious that he would not give up using his hands even if he was outside the penalty area, even if he was punished. Going on, 1:2 is not hopeless, but 1:3 is really hopeless.

"Pass the ball, pass the ball," Capello shouted anxiously from the sidelines. This is not the time to fight for credit, because this goal is extremely important.

Rooney may have really heard his cry, or he may have put his personal honor behind the team. At the moment Kinster threw the shovel and sideways, he pushed hard with his left foot and passed the ball obliquely to The front, and then he jumped up high, avoiding Jinster.

And over there, Defoe is also sprinting, unguarded, the empty goal is open, this is an easier goal than in training, just a light push!

"Boom", "Goaaaaaaaaaaaal...", "Defoe killed the game, Ghana won't have another chance, England advanced to the top 8, they tied the best result of the national team in 16 years!"

When the ball hit the net, all the England players ran up, hugging Defoe and celebrating the goal that sealed the victory.

The England fans in the stands cheered wildly, "Final 8", "Final 8", nothing can stop them, Capello excitedly clapped Beckham and celebrated.

Lajevac lowered his head and shook his head. They lost this game. The two teams did not play well, and both had concerns. But at this time, the competition is about the ability to seize opportunities.

Unfortunately, they only won less than 20 minutes.

"Capello, replaced Mark Qin with Carrick, the great Mark, although he didn't score today, to continue his previous fiery form, but he gave a wonderful assist and took control of the midfield, well done Go rest, Mark, there is still a big battle waiting for you in the future," Lineker said excitedly.

Mark Qin applauded towards the stands, while slowly walking down the field, the England fans in the stands also stood up and applauded him, he walked to the sidelines and hugged Carrick, and then took the coat.

"Well done, take a good rest, we will have two days off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow," Capello said happily, obviously this doomed victory made him extremely happy, and he also knew that Mark Qin's physical fitness needed to be restored.

This week's World Cup schedule is the most intensive, and it will be better after that, otherwise he is really worried that Mark Qin will not be able to survive.

"I want to watch from the sidelines, watching us step into the top 8, this feeling is wonderful..." Mark Qin did not sit on the bench, but stood not far from the sidelines with Capello.

Capello smiled, as a tacit consent, and then turned his head to see the field. In the remaining ten minutes, Rigana launched what could be called a suicide attack, but England's defense did not make any stupid mistakes.

When they were defending with all their strength, it was not so easy to break through their goal. The fourth official raised the stoppage time sign, and the cheers in the stands became even more enthusiastic.

Three minutes, two minutes, one minute.

The referee finally blew the whistle in his mouth, "Boom", the whole stadium was boiling, Royal Banfokeng was boiling, and the whole of England was boiling.

"We're in the quarter-finals, well done lads, we've been in the quarter-finals for three consecutive World Cups, rest well lads, and then attack our best quarter-finals in 20 years."

Ma Keqin walked to the field wearing a coat, and hugged and celebrated with his teammates one by one. Some teammates had already sat on the ground. It has been two full weeks since the start of the World Cup. Their physical fitness has also entered the first bottleneck period and needs to be repaired urgently.

"It's over, England", the people in the Uruguay training base were silent for a while, and then shouted, "Fuck, England, haha, kill England!"

"Congratulations, Marc," said Couit with a smile, "see us the day after tomorrow."

"The last African team bid farewell to the World Cup today, Ghana team, England scored three goals in a row after conceding one goal first, congratulations to England, congratulations to Mark Qin, every step he takes today will become a great history in the future !", Duan Xuan said excitedly, how can a Chinese not be excited by such an achievement.

"The Ghanaian team played a little conservatively today," Zhang Lu said with a bit of unfinished thought, "But it's hard to say, it might be even worse if we really attack. Congratulations to England. They will play against Uruguay, a strong South American team. It's a good game."

Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, and the moon in the sky is very round.

Ma Keqin stood on the field and looked at the sky, in a good mood. The knockout round was really different from the group stage. Once he passed the top 16 and entered the top 8, it would be a different feeling psychologically.

Just like in the Champions League, you look forward to the semi-finals, and then you look forward to the final, as if everything becomes palpable, instead of watching from a distance like in the beginning.

"Mark, can you exchange jerseys?" A voice came from the side. Mark Qin turned his head and saw that it was Ghana's left back Inkum.

"Of course," he replied with a smile, just as Inkum said to the media after the game, although he is an opponent on the field, he admires Mark very much and is his fan. The exchange of jerseys is a respect for him.

Quarterfinals, Uruguay, Suarez? ,I'm coming!

When he was wearing Inkum's jersey and went to thank the fans with his teammates, "God Save the Queen" automatically rang out in the stands. Missing a European Cup really hurt them a lot, and the team finally advanced to 8 Strong, they also burst out with unimaginable enthusiasm.

"I really don't know what will happen to them if we reach the top four," Ma Keqin raised his hands and applauded while chatting with Gerrard beside him.

"It's not just them, even I will be crazy, you know, we haven't passed the top four in 20 years," Gerrard said with a smile.

"What about the final?"

"Uh, I thought about it for a while..."

"Where is the champion?"

"..."

Gerrard looked at him speechlessly, and said for a long time: "Then we can walk sideways in England in the future."

When it comes to the top 8, regardless of whether there is a final chance or not, none of these 8 teams want to touch it for the last time, which means ten days and three games.

It's there, glowing with glamour, waiting to...

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