Green Life

Zhang Lu smiled and shook his head, "Real Madrid is really beaten up. This defense is really impossible to watch. You can pass by and miss when you pick. The back waist area is useless, and the two central defenders are not reliable. "

Zhan Jun recovered from the passion just now, smiled and glanced at the coach Zhang next to him. He was still an old demon with a deep understanding and knowledge, and such a beautiful goal could be handled indifferently.

"You are right. Gago and Diarra in midfield made Maqin's life too easy. The entire defense line was pierced all at once. Maqin's performance made me sound like Zida in the 2006 World Cup. Inside, there was a similar midfield performance against five-star Brazil"

"Hehe", Zhang Lu said with a smile, "Zinedine Zidane is in the stands, I think I will feel it, Maqin is really amazing now, the limelight has overwhelmed Fabregas"

"That is to say, Liverpool's performance this season is average from the point of view of the giants. Manchester United has been pressing Chelsea in the league. Otherwise, with Ronaldo's performance this season, Mark Qin can still compete with him."

"Well, Ronaldo is not as popular this year as last year, but they have a golden ball and a golden boy. They are really the two major scenery of the Premier League."

"Look at Liverpool's Champions League results this season, whether it can make a breakthrough," Zhan Jun finally said.

In the Bernabeu stadium, there was basically no other sound except the celebrations of Maqin and his teammates. This 80,000 people stadium is now a bit pitiful.

Real Madrid fans did not boo this goal again, because it was so beautiful, even though they lost, but the arrogance is still there, will not do that kind of self-defeating things.

"This is definitely one of the greatest performances I have ever seen on the football field," Peterson said to McManaman. "Having him is definitely the biggest fortune of this England national team."

McManaman nodded in recognition, "I have already started looking forward to next year's World Cup."

Both of them calmed down from their excitement, but they were still very comfortable, like drinking a glass of peerless wine, only aftertaste is left, and there is no need to use too much language to express.

Fans all over the world watched Raul stood up first in the TV picture, pulled up his teammates one by one, to encourage them, to motivate them, watching Red walk back to halftime again after celebrating.

This is just over 20 minutes, 3:0, can be called a defeat, many neutral fans are even beginning to worry about Real Madrid, there are 60 minutes, how they will spend.

Juande Ramos squeezed his half-white hair vigorously and waved it unconsciously with one hand, as if conveying something to the court. In fact, he didn't know what to say.

But now he has to show something. The scene is out of control. His prestige in the dressing room can only be described as pitiful. There are very few coaches who can convince Real Madrid players.

What's more, he is just a platoon coach, not responsible for transfers, and no competitive decision-making power.

He knows that after this game, the process and results will be like a hurricane, sweeping through the entire European football world. At that time, the glory belongs to Liverpool and Maqin, and he and his team will be branded into the pillar of shame. So he has to do something.

He even considered replacing a forward and restoring a five-guard, but he really didn't dare, that Real Madrid fans would tear him up, because it was naked bowing, bowing, and courting.

They would rather die gloriously than live sluggishly.

Shui Ye Ramos no longer had the arrogance of the first round. This was the offense he wanted. The attack of the soldiers and carriages, the result was the same, only Liverpool was attacking, and they could not attack.

He sighed sullenly and returned to the position of the back line. He was at a loss. There was a trace of depression and anger in his heart. Real Madrid should not be like this.

Proenka once again blew the whistle for the restart of the game, and he thought in his mind, is it my job to blow the start whistle for this game?

Red is as always, this sentence is really a good word.

In just over twenty minutes, their passionate blood and burning excitement are far from exhausted. Real Madrid's offensive organization is still extremely difficult.

Except for Sneijder's occasional long pass, Robben's dribbling cut inside, they didn't have any other offensive means. Raul, who retreated to the midfielder, was far from his aura in the penalty area.

They were in shock, and they even felt that more than 80,000 pairs of eyes in the stands were burning them like a raging fire, so they became more panicked and confused.

Bigfoot, unconscious clearance, missed pass...

Then came the overwhelming boos, don't you even know how to kick the ball? It's a pile of **** in a white jersey, you tainted this white body!

In addition to clearing the siege, they couldn't think of a better way to deal with Liverpool's press and attack. When the ball flew in the sky or rolled out of bounds, they could still breathe.

Raul retreated very deeply. He even knocked Makqin down twice with no hope of getting the ball from behind. He had nothing to say to this young man he has always admired. This is the Bernabéu and he needs him to guard. And guardian.

"Du", when Raul tripped Makqin for the third time, Proenka finally took out the yellow card, showing Bernabeu’s helplessness and loneliness. Even our prince Raul must act as a midfielder and have to go. Tired of doing dirty work.

He is not a captain who speaks too much on the court, but more on his own actions to drive his teammates, telling them that this is the Bernabeu.

He doesn't blame anyone, he can only blame Florentino who changed the path of Real Madrid, or blame himself no longer in time. If it weren't for this love, he didn't need to stick to it here.

"Offensive, offensive," Casillas, who had confiscated Torres's shot, stood up and roared and threw the ball to Higuain who was pulling the midfielder.

They had no choice, even if they knew that they might throw more balls, they had to do so, otherwise, they would just die.

The Real Madrid players shouted, like a peacock opened the screen, pressed out, and then stopped five meters before running out, turned back to defense, Nima!

Higuain chose to play on the wing, and then Cahill carried him and bought time for Mascherano, who was back to make a replacement. A steal was too easy. Liverpool’s three-back system took more than half a pass. The thrashing of the season has matured day by day.

"Mascherano intercepted the ball and handed it to Alonso. Alonso made a long pass. Gerrard got the ball from the wing. It was too fast. This is a counterattack to the counterattack," said Zhan Junjie, "Higuain Shouldn't lose the ball so easily, Real Madrid has been under too much pressure during this time."

This time it was Gerrard who chose to make a trip to the wing. Because Real Madrid's back line had just come out, he kicked the ball a few meters away, and then rushed like a heavy truck.

"Heinze, he is struggling with Gerrard for speed. The two of them are pulling each other. Gerrard's physical fitness is very good, the confrontation is excellent, and the stamina is abundant. He should be the best B2B player in world football."

Gerrard still caught up with the ball before Heinze, who had already reached the outside of the penalty area, did not make any more moves, but directly kicked the ball.

"Gerard, a low pass, Torres is grabbing a point, Pepe, Pepe has done a good job, he hit the ball first, Torres nearly scored again with a tackle."

But the monk Pepe is panicked now, and he has come to the sky from Portugal one step at a time, and he still looks frizzy at the central defender position.

The ball in the penalty area means danger. Before the shaking figure stood firm, and kicked out of the bottom line without insurance, he chose the most awkward turn to make a clearance.

The ball was kicked and flew up swayingly. Before it flew far, it swayed and fell unwillingly on the right side of the arc top of the large penalty area.

Diarra, who was back, was hiding Pepe's big feet, but when he turned around, he saw the dark-haired boy who had embarrassed him many times this season and was helpless.

He strode forward, facing the falling ball, bend his bow and arrow directly, and raise his thigh. Diarra felt a sense of dazedness and a kind of fear in his heart.

"Boom"

"Mark, Mark, volley..." Peterson only yelled out anxiously.

His right foot was firmly stuck in the middle of the ball. Instead of pulling the foot up, he pressed it down. The ball flew to the ground with a whirr and returned to the penalty area.

Before Casillas just stood up, he slammed the ball into the goal from the lower corner of the goal. Casillas opened his legs wide and fell to the sky.

He doesn't want to see this ball again, even if it takes a glance!

"Goooooooooooooooa..., hat trick, hat trick, Mark became another visiting team player who performed a hat trick at the Bernabeu. He made history!" Peterson was almost crazy.

4:0, 4:0, this is a massacre, no English team has done it at the Bernabeu, Liverpool has done it, and Makqin has done it!

The extra celebration is meaningless, and the entire stadium is silent, in stark contrast to the madness in off-site and live broadcast signals.

Mark Qin just smiled with his fingers and walked back slowly to welcome the celebration and hugs of his teammates. At this moment, Liverpool's wild passion has finally been expressed almost.

The game has been almost forty minutes, but the audience can already be declared over, the rest is garbage time, Real Madrid will bid farewell to the Champions League quarterfinals again for the fifth consecutive year.

"Oh my God," Zhan Jun said incredulously, "In less than forty minutes, Makqin performed a hat-trick at the Bernabeu. Today this is a game of his own. The right side of the penalty area is his deadly area."

Juande and Calderon are ashamed, this is Real Madrid's most painful half in recent years, not one of them.

Only Raul, he held the ball, this time from his own goal, "lifted his head", his eyes were completely red and he shouted, rarely saw him so angry.

But if he doesn't stand up, will he face a table tennis score after the game?

Proenka jokingly blew the whistle for the restart of the game again...

The big lead Liverpool finally showed some relaxation, they pressed and attacked the whole half, after the big lead, uncontrollable a little slack.

"Sneijder, a long pass with big feet diagonally", Zhan Jun explained that Real Madrid finally made a rare offense, "find another Robben on the side."

"The pass is quite accurate~www.novelmtl.com~ He has such a long pass. I don’t know what Juande thinks. Sneijder’s passing and running are actually better in the middle. He has no speed. , Has little effect on the sidelines," Zhang Lu also analyzed Real Madrid's formation.

"Roben took the ball, gave Higuain, two over one, Robben, Robben, he cut into the penalty area, this fast two over one finally let him leave Enrique", Zhan Jun said, " Agger came up, Robben crossed the small penalty area, Higuain, whoops, Reina rushed."

"There is Raul here, Raul, oh, the goal is scored, it's not easy"

Raul, who was inserted afterwards, leaned against Mascherano who returned to the defense, swept the ball with an irregular fall to the ground, or with his bad right foot, stumbling and stumbling into the goal.

The Real Madrid player who scored the goal did not celebrate. Raul quickly got up, ran to the goal and hugged the ball, turned back and ran back to the center circle, and placed it on the kick-off point.

1:4. This is a very painful score for him. Although he knows that the hope is very slim and very slim, he is the captain. He cannot be depressed and cannot give up.

But it was useless for him to swing the ball, because Proenka blew the whistle again, that was the end of the first half...