"Woo", the spring breeze in March over the Bernabeu actually brought a cold spring, blowing people chills, and what is colder than the weather is the hearts of the entire 80,000 white fans of the Bernabeu, shivering with cold!

What are you doing, what are you doing here!

After another three minutes or so, they once again saw the red-clad players flying on the field, only this time they were replaced by their red-clad captain, who showed snow-white underwear on his chest, and chased a bunch of red players behind him, running wildly on the grass of the Bernabeu.

OMG!

There was a wail in their hearts, most of them holding their heads with incredulous expressions, and their eyes were full of indescribable pain.

Calderón sat in the chairman's private room, his face turned from black to white, and became bloodless, this ......, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, this was simply the death knell of his resignation.

Buying so many players, you're going to bring the team like this? , waste, simply a bunch of waste.

Juander has just been in charge for more than a dozen games, and I don't know who he scolds in his heart, maybe as long as it is a coach who can't win beautifully, he is the target of his condemnation.

"2:0, if there is no accident, Liverpool has entered the Champions League quarterfinals with one foot, only 7 minutes, which is probably a result that no one expected before the game", Zhan Jun sighed, "The unstoppable Mackchen, the prince of the Red Army, is putting on a great performance at the Bernabeu"

"This shot and a pass, it's all a stroke of genius", Zhang Lu answered with a smile, "Real Madrid's defense, let him play like this, I guess it's suspended, this score can't be suppressed, we all know that Liverpool's midfield is powerful, and Real Madrid has done too little to restrict Mackqin"

It's not that there are fewer restrictions, but with the current staffing and ability of the Real Madrid midfield, it is difficult to achieve a balance between attack and defense.

Unless Raul is not allowed to play, and then a back is up, but Juander does not have this courage, his qualifications are not enough, and the background is not hard enough.

Mourinho's toughness in Real Madrid has many factors, the support of Lafayette, and the number one star of Real Madrid at that time was his descendant, Mendes's backstage force, so he was able to raise the butcher's knife.

Proenka blew the whistle for the restart of the game again, as always.

In the valley of the white snow-capped mountains and the green meadows, there is a red flame rising, and a red wave is overwhelming.

There's a red color, and it's called Liverpool.

It's melting snowy peaks and valleys, it's conquering aristocratic greenery, it's now at its core, and the black hair is gone.

Real Madrid's attack lost its groove as they were pressed hard by Liverpool into the centre circle, cutting in fragments and out of breath.

Even if they pass a few good balls with their individual skills, the white player who receives the ball will be quickly caught by the Liverpool player, followed by a vicious collision and tackle.

If it weren't for Proenka blowing two fouls that Liverpool would not have blown in the Premier League, Real Madrid fans in the stands would have even doubted whether we would have been able to make it past half-time.

It's a desperate red flame.

"Shh......h

Unless they are big opponents, Real Madrid fans generally disdain to boo the visitors, and sometimes even applaud their brilliant performances.

It was overbearing, it was the slightest bit of arrogance, it was the spirit of aristocratism, but today, they felt panicked and panicked.

It was a game that they didn't grasp and control at all, at home, at the Bernabeu.

Their home team, Real Madrid, were two goals down and then stumbled before finally getting the ball up front, although the players obviously stepped up their movement and scramble, because they didn't want to be slaughtered at the Bernabeu.

However, this is really not Real Madrid.

If you can't succeed, you can't defend it, Real Madrid in this period is not even as good as the late stage of the superstar phase, when they still have a gorgeous attack.

But today, the gorgeous is not destined to belong to them, but the black-haired boy who is destined to come into the world like a talented superstar.

He has come out of the childishness of two years ago, and has become outstanding and frightening.

Ramos managed to get the assist and press the ball down the line to pass back to Robben in the corner of the box, who started his trademark inside cut before slotting into the far corner.

Too reluctantly, Ague and Mascherano were guarding his hand, the ball went around a difficult arc and flew towards the goal, Reina punched out for safety, Skrtel's header relayed, pushed the ball out of the box, and there was no threat.

But that's just for Liverpool, and the road to hell on the other side will open.

The Real Madrid fans in the stands saw the dazzling black-haired teenager who was dazzling today, scrambling before Gago's chest outside the penalty area, stopping the ball on his chest, and then they saw Gago's reckless pounce, as if to break his ball.

But looking at all the games in Mackqin's debut career, there are really few times when he can break the ball, and this teenager seems to have a natural vigilance against danger.

"My oh my, oh my God", Peterson with his head in his hands, incredulous, wondering what kind of performance he saw.

I saw the heel of his right foot slam into the lower part of the ball that had not yet fallen, and the ball flew up like a rainbow and flew over the head of the fluttering Gago.

He turned around quickly, waved his hand and struck the pull that Gago was trying to pull, and with a padded chest, he strode forward, and the ball did not hit the ground at all.

Thigh-bouncing ball, once, right foot bouncing, twice, then another pick, changing direction, the ball flew over a person's head again, and it was jumping up and looking up at the sky, Diarra.

"Hiss......", the entire 80,000 people in the stands gasped, and the interception of the entire Real Madrid midfielder allowed him to complete the movement and breakthrough in the air.

"Oh, my god", McManaman touched his face with his hands, incredulous, but lacked words.

Calderón and Juander, who was on the sidelines, had another surge in blood pressure, a pounding heart, a thirsty throat, a hoarse voice, and an urge to go to the toilet.

Is this a joke, or is it a naked, gorgeous!

The ball picked up the force of his left foot and soared into the air and went straight to the right, where Torres was like a red arrow.

The black-haired boy did not stop, but thrust forward at a faster speed.

"Good chance, Liverpool's front line has formed a three-on-three, will it be another goal?" , Zhan Jun shouted loudly, and he was shocked by the performance just now, and he realized that he was in the commentary seat.

This is the Bernabeu, his skills just now, will be watched by thousands of people, better than a leisurely stroll, and singing, that kind of chic, peerless, he seems to have seen the peak, Zidane.

"Wow", Zidane stood up in the stands, his eyes burst into greedy brilliance, and now he even forgot about Real Madrid, forgot, the score.

Pepe, the quicker monk, replaced Cannavaro to block Torres, who was trying to cut into the box from the right, and they made a switch.

It was the right choice, Cannavaro would just let Torres pass, and Casillas nervous again, looking at Torres and at the other two red figures that were speeding behind him.

"Torres, he's almost on the line of the penalty area, he chooses to cut inside, Pepe is sideways and ready to block, Torres, he takes a step, does he want to shoot from distance?"

No, a red figure sped behind him and cut into the ribs on the right side of the penalty area, and Torres also aimed at this figure with his peripheral vision.

Then with his left foot, smash the ball and cross diagonally into the penalty area.

The ball rolled between Cannavaro and the returning Pepe, and went straight to the black-haired boy, half single!

"Mackin, Mackin, he can face Casillas directly again"

"Mark ......", Peterson only roared, this round of attack was so gorgeous that he couldn't organize words to describe it temporarily!

Cannavaro is still struggling to chase the ball, even if there is no hope, Casillas has run outside the small penalty area, trying to block, and the "oh" in the stands is frightened and hissing and exhaling, but these are no longer able to stop one, into the big penalty area of Mackqin.

There was no adjustment at all, and the ball pushed by Torres was lightly tackled with his right foot, but in vain was Cannavaro's sliding legs and Cassie's outstretched right hand on his knees.

The ball went as promised, flew up lightly, fell lightly, fell behind him, and opened the empty door widely, inside!

He didn't even look at the result because he had absolute confidence and the moment the ball flew up, he turned around and spread his arms and went to the Bernabeu comfortably and flew.

It was the mysterious night sky, it was the white clouds, it was a story that had just begun.

"Oh, my, my, my", Peterson and McManaman hugged their heads together this time, only to sigh, the silence of the Bernabeu as if it were death, only countless reds chasing.

"Mark Qin......, gorgeous pick, and the right rib of the big penalty area, he is an absolute killer here, a killer in the middle! , 3:0", Zhan Jun has been completely overwhelmed by the dazzling madness, which is an incomparable enjoyment.

"My God, Amen!" Peterson drew a cross on his chest, "This is incomparable, fantastic performance, hat a Goaaaaal ......", and the crazy screams came as expected, as he lit hundreds of Liverpool's bars.

The red color in the Bernabeu stands is finally revealed, and despite the small size of the area, they are already on the verge of breaking through the sky.

What an attack, what a goal!

All the Real Madrid players sat down on the grass with their heads in their hands, disappointed, desperate, and heartbroken, they will not have any chance!

Even the stars in the sky were eclipsed.

This is what should belong to me, football, flying Makqin was surrounded by his teammates, "Ah......", "You are today's God!" "I'm your fan from now on", the uncontrollable excitement of his teammates came from all directions.

The bench and coaching staff joined in the sideline celebrations, which was Liverpool's most gorgeous performance at the Bernabeu, and it was full of enthusiasm and passion, and today it was accompanied by a colorful movement.

"See no, see no, this is my brother!" , In a higher education institution in Liverpool, the boys and girls who gathered on an indoor basketball court to watch the live broadcast fell into a complete frenzy, Ai Ming was like a girl in the second middle school, pulling Jenny, pulling anyone around her, screaming non-stop.

I don't know who I kissed uncontrollably, and the cheeks of the young man who was embarrassed were red, this was really full of youth.

Isabella looked at the TV, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, this is my boyfriend, Caroline jumped up in front of the TV, too many people were conquered by this amazing work.

Any performance that rises to a level of magnificence is art, and there is no shortage of art in the great temple of the Bernabeu, and it has also been performed by many people.

Zidane's crown of kings is still warm, and Ronaldinho's dance of the elves is more than enough, but today, only the Red Army prince Mackin is peerless......