"Oh my God, beautiful, beautiful, England's series of attacking combinations seemed to give me a glimpse of the Brazil team in the 90s, the exquisite teamwork, Mackqin, he scored his sixth goal in this World Cup, the semi-final, helping England open the scoring!" , Duan Xuan shouted incredulously.

The Green Dot Stadium in Cape Town is already boiling over, and the England substitutes in the coaching area are frantically chasing Makqin on the runway, and the name "St. Mark'" has already been called to the sky!

"Goaaaaaal......, GoalGoalGoal......", Lineker blushed and frenzied, "St. Mark, he scored a golden goal, from the back to the end of the attack, he is England's Beckenbauer, he is omnipotent!" ”

"In the same way, you can't prevent Mark, you can't prevent it", Wilson was also crazy, just like countless crazy fans in England, the camera firmly locked on the running teenager.

He went around most of the half, to the place with the most white fans, jumped high, and shook his fist like a sonic boom, "boom", "boom", "boom", that is the roar of the fans!

"Ahh

It's a hearty refreshment!

Boom，Boom，Boom！

Van Marwijk clutched his forehead and finally exhaled a hanging breath, he had a bad feeling from the beginning of this attack in England, and now he was finally relieved.

The Dutch players on the pitch were all in disbelief, they had not scored such a goal since they arrived in South Africa, and even Brazil had not played such a delicate combination in front of them, and they couldn't help but look at the celebratory figure, did he bring such a change to the table?

Kuyt looked up at the replay of the goal on the big screen over and over again, and the name of the scorer was also played in the stadium, "Mark Harder, Mark Harder"

He suddenly felt that he was not as familiar with Mackqin as he had imagined......

A succession of passes in front of the box drew their defence to contract, and Rooney picked off their backline with a kick, and Gerrard cut in from the edge of the box and swept it vigorously in front of goal.

Then there is the part that makes him powerless, he has been tightly clinging to Mackqin, but it is precisely because of sticking to him that he pressed his body and couldn't move, and then followed the speed of the ball's flight, he directly knocked the heel of his right foot, and the refracted ball went straight to the far post.

Goalkeeper Stekelenberg didn't react in the slightest and could only watch the ball go into the net!

That's the whole process, "my fault", he raised his hand to his teammates, "if I had stopped him with a foul or a tougher duel in any position before, it wouldn't have been"

As a former teammate, he is still subconscious, a little too gentle, he thinks that sticking to the seal can reduce his role like restricting Iniesta in the first place, after all, Iniesta still mainly relies on dribbling, and he is mainly passing.

Heitinga came over and patted Kuyt on the shoulder, "It's okay, he did it so well, it was beyond all of our expectations, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to prevent it"

Van Bommel also came over at this time, called the other players over, and said loudly: "Don't be discouraged, we also conceded the first goal against Brazil, didn't we also win the defeat, it doesn't matter, we will definitely be able to get it back this time."

They sat in a circle, each shouting and cheering themselves on, but now on the Green Point Field, the focus was all on the white side, and they celebrated wildly on the track.

Capello shook his arm fiercely, and he knew that he was not wrong to believe that Macqin was not wrong, and he would definitely be able to figure out how to deal with all kinds of defenses on his own, and he didn't have to worry about it at all.

At the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town next to the Cape of Good Hope, the storm is blowing more and more fiercely, sweeping the sky!

This goal opened the door for England to the final after 44 years! The camera is firmly locked on Bobby Charlton in the VIP seat, and the implication is self-explanatory!

He stood up and clapped and laughed with Prince William, except for the orange fans, who were a little silent, and the England fans had already burned into a white fireworks.

Only the camera can record how crazy their shouts are, and they can't describe their red faces and heartbreaks, they are completely selfless, and they can't wait to use all their strength.

Many teammates rushed to hug the boy in No. 18 and kiss the top of his head, "pop", "pop", the rhythm became stronger and stronger, "St. Mark! "Smack", "Slap", "St. Mark"......

When you hear this sound on the court, an electric current will jump from the tail vertebrae and go straight to the whole body, and goosebumps will rise when you change your body, and there is a sense of pride in your blood.

"It's crazy, it's crazy, it's invincible, Mr. Ma, you can't imagine the atmosphere of the scene now, I can't hear anything, my hands are trembling and typing, I'm so excited......", Chen Xiaochun sat in his seat, directly submerged in the jumping crowd, and updated his social media with his mobile phone.

"Ah......, Mr. Ma, Goal, crazy, all crazy......", the international chapter was also sent out, and there was no news here, just like a night walk in brocade.

"I'm, Mr. Ma, Niu Pen, semi-finals", the Internet is completely fried, a piece of chickens and dogs jump, and thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground in an instant, not envy mandarin ducks or immortals, today, as long as football!

"St. Mark, listen to what the stadium is shouting neatly", Duan Xuan shouted loudly, only in this way could he drown out the increasingly noisy background sounds, and the scene was as if an earthquake had occurred.

Not only inside the stadium, but also outside the stadium, there are tens of thousands of England fans lingering, and at this moment, the ground is shaking, and for Cape Town's poor police force, they are undergoing a great test!

Zhang Lu stopped speaking directly, because his voice could not be heard now.

The night in South Africa, and all kinds of times around the world, whether it is morning, afternoon, or early morning, at this moment, all one person, boiling!

"It's fucking not letting people sleep......", 110 in various parts of the country inexplicably has a lot of police calls, all of which are about noise disturbance!

The Queen of England watched the live broadcast at Buckingham Palace, turned her head and asked the housekeeper secretary next to her, "Is the schedule for the World Cup final ready?" ”

I can't bear the enthusiasm, I can't bear this burning!

Sweating profusely as he was covered by his teammates, he raised his hands and applauded the fans in the stands and began to walk back, cheering for a long time.

The footage of the entire arena has no other care, all shining on him,

"So handsome!" , Genevieve Morton exclaimed, "Very handsome indeed", and Theron said the same thing with a charming smile, he has formed an incomparable phenomenon and forged his own unique aura.

That kind of temperament is called leisurely walking, called light and breezy, called elegant and free, and called unique.

"hat a goal, great Mark, only he can pull off this kind of unbelievable performance, the Dutch defenders are like football cones in front of him, stupid," Lineker praised, scraping through a stomach full of words, and they couldn't resist the fatal temptation to make it to the final again.

Can't refuse, all the British people who have something to do with white, can't refuse!

Capello patted him on the back when Mack Qin walked in, everything was self-evident, and in their countless simulated tactical meetings before the game, they scored first, and the game was half the victory!

The remaining half, in their mindset.

"Toot", the light of the referee Rafchan shone first on England's body, accompanied by the whistle of the huge noise of the field, in fact, not many people could hear it clearly, they only saw the ball rolling again.

The excited England players quickly plunged into the pressing, and the Dutchman, who did not admit defeat, did not give up at all, which is the struggle that should be in the semi-finals, "bang", "bang", confrontation, collision, tackle.

Kuyt was no longer polite to Mackqin, pushing, pulling, and pulling, all eighteen martial arts were used, and the two sides fell into a tragic interweaving in the midfield.

"Ah", Rooney covered his feet and fell, Lavchan directly gave Van Bommel a yellow card, and within two minutes, there was another "ah", Van Persie fell in response, and Lampard, who helped defend the tackle, was also yellow carded.

This is a routine operation for England, but it is hard to imagine that the Netherlands will become like this, and sure enough, all history and fairy tales can be deceitful, Makqin thought for the first time when he came face to face with the Netherlands.

He was then dragged down by the straps as he shook Kuyt away with a wobbly reverse back, and this time he didn't let it go, even if it was a yellow card.

In addition to the intensity, the technical quality of the game during this period was simply incomparable to the first 20 minutes, full of fouls, confrontations and flying tackles.

Neither side could hold the ball, neither could organize a decent attack, and it was difficult to hit the opponent's defensive third zone and shoot in a hurry.

Because if you take one more second, what awaits you may be a ferocious tackle.

Although fierce, but not bad, Ralfshan still firmly controls the scale of the game, in fact, the managers on both sides are in a hurry now, but it is difficult to change anything.

"Oh ......", Rooney's long-range shot on this side avoided Robben's sliding tackle, Taizheng, after being confiscated by the goalkeeper, the Netherlands directly launched a hand-tossed counterattack.

"Robben, Robben, it's fast!" Lineker shouted, and his commentary didn't stop at all during this time, "Cole, I'm fighting with Robben!" ”

Robben changed direction, shook off Cole slightly, and then sprinted forward frantically, and Sneijder, who followed up, didn't say a word, and the gap behind Cole was a shot over the top.

If there is no strategy, it is to fight for speed!

"Robben, Robben, it's too fast", Lineker saw that Cole was more than one position from flush to life, and he couldn't pull it even if he wanted to!

Terry hurriedly ran over to help defend, while directing the defensive line, to the corner of the big penalty area Robben finally caught up with the ball, and then slammed it, and when Cole, who couldn't stop the car, ran past, he went directly sideways, which was a kick.

The world is so big and there are many tricks, I will go all over the world with one move!

With a "bang", the ball spun up sharply and went straight to the goal, "Robben, shoot ...... from a distance", Lineker's voice was obviously trembling.

The ball that spiraled out of the arc was like a death demon knife, and Joe Hart struggled to pounce sideways, but fortunately, Robben's foot was too far away, and his palm reached the ball.

There was another "bang", "Joe Hart pounced, dangerous", the ball fell back into the box, Carragher and the recovered Lampard turned to look back, only to see two figures, one orange and one white, rushing towards him.

The white figure didn't hesitate to take the lead in the penalty area, kicked the ball off the sideline, and then slid for several meters before stopping.

"Roar", Makqin stood up and yelled frantically, kicking the goal post next to him, Joe Hart ran over and excitedly bumped his chest with him to celebrate.

"It's Mark, he's the first to clear the siege, beautiful ......," Lineker yelled frantically, and a hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

Makqin glanced at Kuyt, who got up, old man, I'm also guarding against you......