Volume 6 Chapter 72

A game, 90 minutes, can change the fate of many people, this game is enough to explain everything.

Its aftermath can even change a country in some areas, England at least.

The Portuguese under the dark red jersey left the stadium lonely, including Mourinho in the stands. Their loneliness seemed incompatible with the carnival at the moment.

Ronaldo refused Ferdinand's polite comfort, resisting the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes, humiliation, failure, outright, even though he didn't win Mark Qin much.

But never has a moment been as heart-wrenching as this moment!

He represents Portugal, and Mark Qin represents England. There has never been a moment as direct and straightforward as this moment before!

The winner is king, the loser is Kou!

He has never been afraid of failure, otherwise he would not be able to achieve what he is today, but how many four years are there in his life?

In the camera, Ronaldo walked into the tunnel lonely, and then the director quickly turned to the field as if he was afraid of missing any shots.

There are raving England players!

"Dad, I think I have to go to Ukraine." Isabella sat on the sofa watching the live broadcast, smoothed her hair and said, as a girlfriend, at least she is still very incompetent compared to those English wives. "of.

Those players' wives can't wait to appear in the stands every day, or in the newspapers in Manchester, London. Compared with Isabella and Mark Qin, they are really low-key in this respect.

"You should have gone," Maders said, smoking a pipe. "You have to learn from your mother. Mark is your career. What's the future of staying with a bad old man like me..."

Five years ago, he would never have imagined that he would end up investing in football, and his daughter would marry a football superstar. Everything seemed to have turned a big corner after he came to Liverpool.

"This is his business. I understand him, and he understands what I'm doing..." Isabella got up and opened the curtains. There were only sporadic lights outside the window, and she could vaguely feel that the downtown square was celebrating England's victory.

After staying by Ma Keqin's side all these years, she was almost numb to victory, as if eating every day was as natural.

It's not as big as London, and it's more like a big country than Manchester, a hundred miles away, but it means a lot to him.

So she started running before and after two years ago. In the football business, she can't help him much, but at least it can make him feel more at ease when he comes back one day.

"Issa, you've grown up..." Old Maders looked at the still jubilant TV screen, and the man who was firmly locked by the camera had also grown up.

He smiled with relief, finding such a son-in-law is both his daughter's blessing and his own, not because of his superstar brilliance, or his wealth that has grown exponentially in recent years, but because he is a reliable man.

For five years, he was almost insulated from scandals, and even from the outside world, compared to his wealth and status, he lived like an ascetic.

"My baby..." The old man paused, shrewdly, he also felt a trace of uneasiness from his daughter, Ma Keqin, standing too high now, a little out of reach.

It exists like a national treasure in England! He even went to get to know Gascoigne more than ten years ago, which is even worse.

Gascoigne's life? Messed up, drank, smoked marijuana, had a bad temper, beat up his girlfriend...

This symbol called "Mark" made her feel more and more unreal, even though it was with her every day.

What will happen after he wins the championship this time? She doesn't need to think, she can feel it, but I'm just an "ordinary" girlfriend.

"Baby..." The old man put his arms around his daughter's shoulders from behind and patted her lightly, "You have to understand that there is no perfection in this world, nor is it all glamorous..."

"Love requires management..."

Yisa gently leaned her head on the old man's shoulder, and said softly: "Dad, I understand, sometimes, I just feel... that he walks too fast,

Coming soon... I can't keep up"

"Fool," Maders smiled. At this age, many men and women are still in love, but they have been together for almost five years, and they are facing a completely different situation from ordinary people.

As someone who has experienced it, he knows that the novelty is over at this time, and it will be more about tacit understanding and habit in the future.

"It's enough to show that Mark is really excellent..."

"Dad..." Issa pouted and turned around to play coquettishly with her father, "You still make fun of me..."

"Hehe", Maders pampered his daughter's head, "Go, you haven't been away from him during such a major competition, and you have time to go back to Switzerland to chat with your mother, I miss her will teach you a lot"

"Ok……"

"Wow, Mark, Mark, St. Mark..." The decibels that pierced the eardrum came from the TV again.

"Congratulations on winning the best player of the game, you once again led the team to complete the feat of reaching the final..." Mark Qin almost stuffed countless microphones into his mouth.

And Ma Keqin was waving his hands to interact with the fans in the stands, and the fans in the stands were shouting his name like crazy.

"We are full of confidence, we are not afraid of any team, our goal is the championship, the championship...", other England players who were interviewed not far away were excited.

"This is a breakthrough, I don't want to get into any fate or previous history, but as you can see, we are already strong enough, and this comes from unity..."

Ma Keqin said confidently facing the camera, if there is luck in the match against Spain, then in this game, they fully played their confidence.

"Portugal is not a weak team. You were able to win so easily. Did you have any special preparations before the game?" the reporter asked.

"No, it's not easy at all." Ma Keqin shook his head against his will, "Most of their main players play for giants in various countries, but we are more mature. We put pressure on them and block their arrows. The result shows that we well done……"

"Hey, Mark," an extremely beautiful female reporter squeezed the microphone in regardless of her image, "Now it is said that you are the greatest player in England's history and the savior of England. The whole of England considers you a national treasure. Four days later , will you lead England to a crown they never lay their hands on?"

Mark Qin shrugged his shoulders, "There is an Eastern proverb that there has never been a savior in this world..."

"But whether it's against Germany or Italy, I think instead of worrying about them, they should be worried about England now."

At this moment, Loew and Prandelli both listed Mark Qin as the number one enemy in their hearts. They witnessed how Portugal made him play around today.

Although only one of them could stand in front of England and Mark Qin after 4 days...

"Tsk tsk," Nasser of the Qatar Bureau looked at the spectacles off the field, and couldn't help but lament the situation of Ma Keqin. Wherever he goes, he will bring earth-shaking changes.

For example, Atletico Madrid in the past two years!

"I think we need to renegotiate a contract." He didn't look back, but there was only one person in this private room besides him. Mark Qin's queen agent, one of the most powerful figures in football now, and Mendes Neck and neck Jonathan!

"Thank you for your generosity," Jonathan replied with a smile, also looking at the field with complacency, "but you know, Mark has his own insistence on the contract period."

"Yeah, I understand," Nasser nodded frequently, "but I think the current contract is no longer worthy of his status..."

What do Qatar and Atletico have? The answer is rich! And it's very rich! Very rich!

Everyone knows how Ma Keqin came to Atletico Madrid in the first place. Nasser just wanted to make some emotional investment in advance. After all, through the two years of understanding, Ma Keqin is a person who attaches great importance to emotions.

"I think he will receive the goodwill from the club..." Jonathan smiled and continued, a bit like Jiang Taigong fishing.

"I heard that Real Madrid wants Bale under your command?"

"Oh?" Jonathan raised his eyebrows, "Why, is Atletico Madrid also interested? But as far as I know, Ancelotti doesn't value Bale that much..."

In fact, it was not Mourinho who promoted this matter for Real Madrid, but the former king of the Bernabeu, Zidane.

"Bell has great potential. Atletico Madrid is now a top club. Naturally, only top stars can be worthy..."

Gold dollar football is becoming more and more popular nowadays. Even if UEFA is making great efforts to balance it, they still cannot stop this general trend. There are only a few stars and more and more rich people.

Whoever can snatch it, it's theirs!

And last year Atletico Madrid lost to Bayern Munich in the semi-finals of the Champions League. Ancelotti later concluded internally that he also felt that Atletico Madrid lacked a strong winger or center forward. Now Atletico Madrid's frontcourt is too small and fast, a bit single.

The Champions League championship is the goal that Mark Qin proposed within the team at the end of the season, and he is bound to win it. When he speaks, the club and Ancelotti must treat it cautiously.

He has only played in the Champions League final once, which is too incompatible with his current status, and he owes Atletico Madrid a lot.

"Mark, Mark...", Mark Qin, who walked into the passage and was about to go back to the locker room, heard someone calling him.

"Mark, I'm sorry." The extremely handsome reporter trotted over in his small high heels, sweating profusely, and quickly handed over a business card while there were not many people around the corner.

"Mark, this is my business card. I hope to have the opportunity to interview you after the game. I'll be here anytime..." After speaking, he winked and turned to leave.

Ma Keqin took the business card subconsciously, feeling puzzled, and raised his hand to see that there was a string of mobile phone numbers and hotel room numbers on the back of the business card, which were carefully written on the back.

"Tsk", he weighed it, glanced at a trash can next to it, caught the small card in his hand and flew straight into it.

"Daughter-in-law, hurry up to escort me, someone is coming to pry your corner again..." He muttered and walked towards the locker room.

I haven't seen him in half a month. He really misses Isabella. Apart from the Aiming family, Isabella may be the most authentic witness of his existence in this world. He can confirm that what happened to him every morning What is on me is not just a dream.

It is real, true, tangible, and visible. Some people are happy for him, while others are worried for him.

"Bang, whoop..."

"Haha, we're in the finals..."

As soon as they entered the locker room, some fights were inevitable. At the press conference not far away, Capello could not hide his complacency, and he was talking freely.

"But whether Germany or Italy can reach the final tomorrow, they will have to face the most powerful England, the most powerful in history"

"Lampard? Do you think he was dissatisfied when he came off the bench? This is just a tactical need, and we are very united!"

"Mark, yes, you can't praise him enough, he's had another classic game, he's scored the crucial first goal and let's…"

"Hey...", Isabella tightened her seat belt, and the plane took off slowly, flying to the land of glory...

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