Volume 6 Chapter 74 1 Dream 7 Years

The reporters guarding the entrance of the hotel where they stayed in England were eager to see through their eyes. They watched batch after batch of players come back, but they still did not see Mark Qin, as if the world had evaporated.

For a while, it was like grass growing in the field, and all kinds of gossip were flying around. Finally, Neville saw that there was no limit to the compilation on the Internet, so he had to come out and accept an interview again.

"The head coach just gave him half a day off and allowed him to return to the team tomorrow morning. There is no situation. Don't make wild guesses. He is in good health and has no problems..."

At this moment when a single sentence can stir up waves, Neville, who is known as a big mouth, did not dare to say more, and hurried back to the hotel after introducing the situation as a routine.

As for Mark Qin, of course it was still in the hotel where he and Isabella were dating. The hotel had adopted extremely strict confidentiality measures, and since Mark Qin didn't come out, they naturally couldn't find it.

In view of Isabella's sudden situation, he is really worried. Anyway, when he goes back at night, he will watch Germany play against Italy with the team. Going back tomorrow morning will not have any real impact.

Capello didn't want to open the door, but who made him the unique Mark in England? After Mark Qin made repeated assurances, he agreed to return to the team tomorrow morning.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. It's affecting your training. Go back, I'm fine..." Isabella whispered to Mark Qin, who had just finished calling Capello, while tidying up the dinner plate.

Mark Qin smiled, went up and pinched her little cheek, "Fool", there is not much to say, he just knows that she needs him now and that is enough.

There are too many explanations between the two, and sometimes it is a kind of separation. Although he doesn't know what's wrong, he can still feel the general context. At this time, there is no better action than companionship.

"Pack up and come watch the game with me, let me see who gets lucky tonight, and I can play a match with your husband in 3 days..."

"Pfft..."

Just like an ordinary family after dinner, he arranged for her to clean up the mess, but he sat down on the sofa in one step.

However, looking at the back that had been imprinted in her bones, she felt inexplicably at ease in her heart.

She likes this feeling!

"In a little while, the match between Germany and Italy will start..." Lineker's face, getting older and more handsome, appeared in the camera on BBC TV.

"Oh, a netizen's message is very interesting, let's read it...", he said to his partner with a smile.

"Mark, God, where have you been, come back quickly, we know you are dating, but don't forget the final in three days!"

"Haha...", Wilson and Alan Shearer laughed in unison, seemingly in a good mood.

"We know that Mark hardly left the training ground during the European Cup because his girlfriend was not with him. At this important moment, he also needs the strength of his family. Fans, please be careful. Mark is fine, I can guarantee... "

Lineker smiled and smoothed things over for Mark Qin, which made Mark Qin smile too.

"It seems that I am a sinner in England..." Isabella obviously felt much better, and happily nestled next to Mark Qin with snacks, just like a few years ago.

"It's good that you know, someone is jealous of you..." He stretched out his hand and pinched her nose and said funny.

"Hmph... creak creak..."

Seeing Isabella, who had regained her younger daughter's mentality, Mark was relieved a lot, and then the two waited for the start of the game while getting tired, and the whole of England was also waiting.

Awaiting their opponents in the final.

...

At 8:30 in the evening, the camera finally switched to the arena. After the routine opening ceremony, white and blue entered the arena together, preparing to compete for tickets to the final final.

The familiar Italian captain Cassie and the small German captain Ram walked in front, and the German-Italian war began immediately.

In fact, Mark Qin doesn't care which team wins, because England can't get cheap from any of these two teams.

Germany and Italy are representatives of typical three-dimensional strong teams in Europe. Physically, technically, and mentally, England does not have the upper hand. It is basically a tie.

It’s just that Italy sticks to their chain anti-counterfeiting philosophy. After the reform of Germany’s youth training, they played pass control. Against Spain, England can also play muddy tactics, but against these two teams, this idea can basically be given up.

At the same time, Capello is also waiting for the start of the game with all his disciples attentively.

"Germany is clearly unanimously optimistic in the public opinion before the game." Before the opening, Wilson offered his professional analysis, "Youth, vigor, personal skills, and overall strength are both beautiful and able to win. If I go back ten years, I can't Imagine this is what a German tank used to be!"

Yes, Bierhoff, Klinsmann, Ballack, Eisenberg, typical representatives of that generation of Germany, are no longer symbols of Germany, such as Gomez.

On the contrary, Ozil, Muller, Ram, Gotze, Xiaozhu, Podolski and other small men with outstanding skills at their feet have occupied the air.

"But there is a very interesting statistic," Lineker continued with a smile, "In the past confrontation history, Italy has 15 wins, 9 draws and 7 losses, and it has a clear upper hand against Germany. In recent years, Italy has remained unbeaten against Germany with 3 wins and 2 draws!"

"Who do you want to meet?", Isabella asked mutteringly. After temporarily calming down, she returned to her usual level, not asking which team you want to play, but who you want to meet.

Mark Qin smiled, and played with the hair on the back of her head subconsciously with his fingers, but his eyes were on No. 21 in blue on the field.

Don't let me down, my teacher!

Seven years, in the blink of an eye, maybe countless nights, they all dreamed back to Istanbul, that legendary night!

"My goodness..., Crespo... 3:0, 3:0, an unbelievable score, AC Milan killed the game in the first half"

"Oh, oh, oh, the champion of the Champions League...haha...", at halftime, champagne was opened in their locker room to celebrate. The coach at that time was Carlo Ancelotti.

"Come on, come on..." A boy ran across the stands under the eyes of his relatives, "We haven't lost yet, what's wrong with you, this is not Liverpool!"

His voice is hoarse and his face is red!

He roared and slapped his chest, and his palms were swollen!

"Let us go through the storm together..., let us face the hardships together... One day, the sun will shine!"

The immature children's voice resounded through the West Stand, although it seemed insignificant in the stadium of tens of thousands of people.

Slowly, more and more people began to stare at him, and more and more people began to follow him.

who are we?

We are Liverpool!

damn it! Boom! Hypia slammed his fist on the cabinet door, even bleeding!

"Listen, did you hear it?", he roared, that majestic singing voice, as firm as a rock, pierced through the wall!

"Damn it, it's done..." Gerald yelled with red eyes as he pulled off the shin guard.

This is an aura of desperation, this is the call from the god of death, if we lose, we grit our teeth and leave.

but! It will never be...Liverpool!

The red flag is fluttering, the bird like the phoenix is ​​singing for joy, it is the singing of sorrow...

That is the struggle and tenacity that melt into the bones!

Please cut open my blood vessels and see what is flowing inside, is it the bright red battle blood...

"Gerrard, Gerrard, penalty, penalty..., Alonso, Goaaaaaaaaal... oh my god..."

"Roar……"

see it? As long as you believe, maybe you will create that illusory miracle, now, the miracle is coming!

"Did you see it, did you see it?" Maybe the boy hadn't realized that his screaming had lost any sound, but that immature figure was like a lighthouse standing at the bow of the ship!

"Wow, pop, pop, Liverpool..."

"My God...", the last thing left is Dudek's noodle-like dancing youth...

That flying youth, Gerrard at that time, Alonso at that time, Pirlo at that time...

"Haha, you boy, I know you, Marco told me, I want to say, well done, you did a damn good job", Carragher bared his teeth like a bandit.

In this world, few people seem to have ridden on Gerrard's shoulders... The young man is so beautiful...

"Andre," Gerrard called out to Pirlo with some embarrassment. As the winner, and today's scene still made him a little embarrassed.

"Andre, let me hold you up for a while." You casually moved to Ma Keqin who lived next to you, "The kid next to me...well...is from the club echelon, he...is your...fan"

Why is there a sense of shame? At that time, Gerald slandered in his heart, but he had to satisfy the child's wish.

Pirlo, who was holding the silver medal in his hand, was obviously not very interested, but he did not obviously refuse because of politeness.

"It's you?", but when he takes a good look, the boy on the big screen at halftime is now well known.

"It's me, Mark, I like your style of playing football...", should I say self-confidence, or a newborn calf?

Pirlo's expression showed a trace of complexity, he still can't fully accept the failure, the key is the way of failure!

And this boy, obviously a diehard enemy leader, now he came to him with a poster, God, didn't you wear glasses today?

(Hey, where are my glasses...)

It's just good self-cultivation, and the bright eyes of the young man made him laugh at himself, shook his head and walked forward!

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

The running posture and the moment of thinking made Pirlo admit that this poster of his was carefully selected by this child.

"Here, play well, I hope to meet you on the field in the future, nasty boy..."

After all, he turned and left.

Perhaps, he never thought that in his lifetime, he was the only star whose autograph was asked by Mark Qin.

To this day, he still carefully preserves that poster, framed it with a photo, and stays with his countless trophies.

He may not be as bright as Zidane, has never left Italy in his career, and has few decisive moments, but he, Pirlo, is rarely recognized by Mark Qin, a midfielder!

A true midfield master!

If he is put elsewhere, he will die, but as an organizational midfielder, he is at the pinnacle!

It was on that night that Pirlo helped him open the door of football and affected his style.

His leader can be said to be Marco or Hugh, but it was only Pirlo who really made him realize that.

Soccer can be played like this!

In the blink of an eye for seven years, after that, they have almost never met each other, but they respect each other and have a close relationship with each other. I don't know if you can give me this chance this time, my teacher!

"Cassano, took the ball from the side, beautiful, this turn is extremely deft, cross, oh? Balotelli, Goaaaal..."

"Balotelli, it's Balotelli... the combination of two bad boys, they took the lead to open the door of the German team..."

"This is Italy. After the opening, Germany quickly took the initiative and went on the offensive, but it was Italy who scored the first goal," Lineker said, "This is the first time they hit the goal frame!"

Yo? Ma Keqin came back to his senses and raised his eyebrows, interesting...

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