A smile appeared on Mackqin's mouth, mysterious and unpredictable, and Gerald next to him looked inexplicable, what's wrong with this kid?

"Mark, what are you laughing at?" , he asked, puzzled.

"Ah", Mark Qin relieved himself, "No, think of one more interesting thing, captain, have you ever boxed?" “

Gerard and the second monk seemed to be confused, why did he pull the head of boxing again, "I've fought, but I rarely play, what, you're interested in boxing?" ”

He was not interested in boxing per se, so he replied, "I just think it seems to work well if it is used to regulate my emotions."

Indeed, as soon as he said this, Gerrard understood, and he went to boxing to decompress.

"Mark, you put too much pressure on yourself", he looked seriously at the teenager, Liverpool's new core this season, "your football career is still long, your performance this season is already very good, we can fight back in such an unfavorable situation, you have contributed a lot"

"What's more, we also won the League Cup, we also finished in the top four in the league, this season is not a failure for us, I have played more than ten seasons, and I can win the championship in a few seasons, and most of them are nothing", Gerrard patiently passed on his experience to him.

"We have to learn to let go of the bad past, if you have more than a season, you have to play 50 games, you have to play 1,000 games in a career, we don't have that much time to reminisce about the past."

"Haha, captain, thank you for the chicken soup", Mack Qin said with a smile, "Don't worry, I didn't think about it that much, now I feel refreshed, this time I go to the Bernabeu, I must let them see the real Liverpool"

"That's right, I'm sure it's us who will make the cut, even at the Bernabeu", the white clouds drifted through the sky, it was a flight to Madrid.

This season is not like a few years from now, and the gap between the Final Four and the rest of the team is still huge.

Although Liverpool had a disastrous start to the season, it is not a big problem for them to finish in the top four at the end of the season.

If it is a few years from now, when Manchester City and Tottenham rise, it will be really dangerous for them to keep fourth, so they still have some capital to focus on the Champions League.

When they played Atletico Madrid in the group stage, they had been to Madrid and were no strangers to it, except that the Calderón Stadium was southwest of Madrid and the Bernabeu was north of Madrid.

In the evening, they landed at Madrid Airport and drove straight to the Westin Palace Hotel in the heart of the city, which was the last time they stayed because it was located right in the heart of Madrid, making it easy to get around.

By the time they arrived, there were already quite a few Real Madrid fans demonstrating in front of the hotel, at least a thousand of them.

In order to affect their state, the noise is very noisy, but except for a few Spaniards in the team, everyone else doesn't care, and they don't understand it anyway.

They went to bed early in the evening, trained freely in the hotel's gym on match morning, and drove to the famous Bernabeu Stadium in the afternoon.

Four spiral pillars were erected at the four corners of the Bernabeu's façade, and when the lights came on at night, like four lighthouses, guarding the Bernabeu inside, when the bus entered through the entrance of the passage, Makqin remembered the famous words of Julius Caesar:

I came, I saw, I conquered!

……

"Hala Madrid", the Bernabeu is already full of people in the evening, and the lights light up the whole stadium as bright as day, and the eyes are dazzling white.

Here, this is the Bernabeu, Mackin who was waiting for admission at the entrance of the passage thought to himself.

Perhaps there is no place where the thrill of conquest arises more than here, and if there is, the Camp Nou may be one, and as for the other giants, it seems to be a little bit worse.

Where the specific difference is, Mackin can't say well.

Conquer or destroy, who said this sentence, he thinks it's really good, especially in line with his current mood.

Their strategy in this game is still attacking, this is the choice they must make, and the only choice, brave life or tragic death.

No matter what the situation, Mackin decided to use his best form to meet it today, which is the burning of his pursuit of football, and it is also the hurdle that he will inevitably sell.

Just like last year's win over Manchester United, there are always one or two major opponents in a season, and it's not just a fixture and a result barrier, it's also a mental barrier.

How many players and teams, just because of the failure of the key battle, since then there is no form, he is still in a period of rapid rise, in need of stronger stimulation and motivation.

In the league this season, they lost to Manchester United, Arsenal, and Chelsea, to be honest, they really haven't won against a strong team, and they haven't found the peak temperament of last year, how did they find it last year? , that is, from the home win against Manchester United, that is confidence.

At home, they were unexpectedly drawn by Real Madrid, no one expected Liverpool to play so well, but in the end it was a draw, very unexpected, but the world of football is full of accidents, after the game, no one will remember the accident.

Today, it can be said that Mackin is also Liverpool's most crucial 90 minutes of the season, and if they lose, maybe their spirit that they have finally recovered by winning the League Cup will be dimmed.

In the world of football, the strong have always been strong.

Real Madrid and Liverpool lined up in the tunnel, and Mackin turned his head to look at Real Madrid's lineup, and a raging fire burned in his eyes, because in the list they got before the game, Sneijder entered the starting lineup, which means that Real Madrid is going to play 442.

On their home turf, Juander finally didn't have the courage to play that extreme tactic again, and they could finally fight with Real Madrid, whether they won or lost, this is what Macqin is looking forward to.

The classic battle is not only the result and process, but more importantly, the state, courage and on-the-spot play of both sides, a normal player will always expect this kind of battle to become a classic.

The referee of this match is the Portuguese Proenca, and the moment the time comes, he follows Raul on the left and Gerrard on the right, and sets off to walk towards the center of the Bernabeu!

"Hala, Hala, Madrid", immediately after entering the hall is a bustle, neat, vibrating, the sound of all sides converges in one place, and then bounces back and forth.

It was the green field, where the eyes of 80,000 people gathered!

There was so little red that when Ma Qin looked around on the field, he didn't notice it at all, and it was all white, so clean, so good, that made him feel a kind of heartfelt excitement in his heart, the excitement of being wild in front of the enemy.

It's going to tremble!

Zhan Jun's voice sounded in thousands of households in the Eastern Continent, as well as Zhang Lu's familiar words, Peterson and McManaman were still sitting in the live broadcast room of Sky Sports, and there were commentators from countless countries, in dozens of languages, all hurrying to make opening remarks.

Champions League round of 16, eight matches, Real Madrid and Liverpool are the only games where the first leg is drawn, and all the suspense is left for now.

Calderón stared at Juander standing on the sidelines with burning eyes, if his gaze was like substance, then Juander would definitely feel a thorn in his back, because it was 80,000 pairs of eyes.

The world is balanced, and it is precisely because of the presence of these utilitarian coaches that the success of idealists is even greater.

What's right and who's wrong?

Liverpool, as the visiting team, took the initiative to shake hands with Real Madrid, and then walked to their own half, and the game will finally come.

Makqin felt every inch of the grass he stepped on, and even though he had already run around when he got used to the field, he was still feeling what it was like to fight on it tonight.

The scorching breath burned out of his heart, and with the help of Caroline, he unloaded the burden and pressure accumulated in his heart, and tonight, his desire to fight was unprecedentedly strong.

That's a hunger for the game.

I still love football, I love the green field, this is the place where my dream shines into reality, how can I wander, no one can take my love away from here.

"Boom ......", the sharply rising decibels, the rolling ball, and the white of the nobles on the opposite side constitute the picture flowing in Ma Qin's eyes, tonight, the blood is coming!

The white is like a tide with the ball coming to this red, which makes the Meilinger in the stands even more excited, this is a place where no offense is pleased, and there is no room for the slightest defilement.

Then come, see who, fall first!

……

"The second leg of the Champions League Real Madrid's home game against Liverpool has begun, Real Madrid have an away goal advantage, Liverpool are facing a disadvantage at the beginning of this game, they must find a way to break Real Madrid's goal as soon as possible", Zhan Jun's commentary was the same as always.

It's just that Mackin didn't hesitate as always, he sent the ball to Gerrard's feet with the first touch, and from the first minute, he decided the genes of the offense in this game, which is the fight of bayonets, to see whose goals are more.

Enrique was also quick to get in, attacking as a wing-back, Mascherano kept a good distance from the back line and was ready to fill in, and Aager and Cahill assisted on the wings, which formed Liverpool's defensive system.

Liverpool pressed forward quickly with Gerrard's dribbling, and Heinze replaced Marcelo on the left, and he fought and retreated as Gerrard advanced.

Reaching the 30-metre area, Gerrard took the ball in stride, shook Heinze and began to cut inside the middle, where Cannavaro and Diarra pressed up.

"Liverpool started quite aggressively and didn't attack at the beginning because they didn't have any temptation on the road," Zhan explained.

Gago looked at Mack Qin who received the ball, and immediately greeted him, this once unlimited potential No. 4 position, was completely used as a sapper by Real Madrid, if it wasn't for a pass, there was almost no spirituality.

Mark's skillful possession of the ball, with an inexplicable rhythm dancing at his feet, Liverpool's attack was extremely fast, and two passes reached Real Madrid's penalty area.

Juander on the sidelines was a little nervous, pacing back and forth uncontrollably, and the pressure of the attack would inevitably cause the defensive area to be covered and returned in a timely manner, and there were only two central defenders today.

He was worried about Liverpool's midfield, easily penetrating their central defence.

Mackin did not carry out too many cumbersome passes, and his style today is direct, knife killing, fighting for the success rate, and fighting for the Real Madrid midfielder to create fewer opportunities than them.

Cooperate with Alonso to adjust the position, and it is directly a direct push against the rib area of Cannavaro and Heinze.

The 36-year-old Cannavaro, strong in the fill-in, one-on-one, he is already old.

Gerrard forced an overtake from Heinze's perimeter, caught up with Cannavaro, who fell to the ground, and fired a shot straight to the ground.

The position of the ball is just above the big penalty area line in the ribs, and the angle and position of the shot are not good, but what they want is to play with attacking momentum!

The ball went straight to the far post, "Gerrard, shoot ......", Zhan Jun shouted, "Casillas, fall to the ground to save, block the ball, Liverpool almost took the lead at the beginning, but the ball ......"

"Oh oh ......", there was an exclamation from the stands, followed by boos, but the attack was not finished, the ball that was pounced on by Casillas on the far side was picked up by Kuyt, and he turned his back to Enrique on the outside of the box under the mark of Pepe.

Enrique didn't force a low cross like he did in the previous game, because it didn't work well, he slammed back with his left foot, dodged Ramos, and pushed it directly to Alonso outside the box.

The Real Madrid defender line who was pressed into the penalty area by the shot just now has not yet been pushed out, and Alonso is directly a bow and arrow, without the slightest mercy for the future club, and only by defeating it can he gain its respect.

"Alonso, ...... long-range shot", Zhan Jun shouted again, and the game entered the white heat as soon as it started.

The ball whistled towards the goal, and Alonso didn't have many chances to shoot from distance because he was relatively far behind.

But this does not mean that his long-range shooting ability is not strong, this is also a cannon heavy artillery.

"Cassie, fly sideways and save the ball again", Zhan Jun was so anxious that he didn't even have time to say his name.

Because as soon as Liverpool came up, DuangDuang shot with two feet, both of which were long-range heavy artillery.

Juander was even more agitated, Liverpool started with such momentum that a single goal would wipe out their advantage.

But the ball didn't run at his will, it was still in the box, not out of danger.

Casillas's flying ball bounced straight back into the penalty area, and Alonso's shot was so powerful that he didn't dare to catch it with his hands and hit it with both fists.

Pepe jumped up and collided violently with Kuyt in the air, "bang", body-to-body, head-to-head, to complete the most tangible and comprehensive contact.

"Mackin was outside the box, he leaned on Diarra with his back, he grabbed the ball that Pepe struggled to push over", only he had his back to the attack.

As the ball fell from the air, he gently knocked his right foot on it, and the ball obediently did not beat again, but rolled gently against the turf.

Gago looked at Alonso on the side, he didn't dare to come over and attack, there was chaos in the penalty area, there was a kind of nervousness at the beginning, Raul didn't retreat very deep this time, what kind of attack did he play like that?

Mackin followed the ball for two steps, feigning to push it to Mascherano behind, only to flick the outside of his instep to the side and his right heel to flick the ball again.

Then before Dia stretched her feet, it was a light pick, and the ball was sent into the penalty area again, without stopping.

His attacking desire to open the game can be called insane.

'Steven Gerrard, he's leaning on Heinze, chest is on Mack's cross, but he's turning his back to goal to see what he does'

"Captain", with a shout, a red figure rushed into the forbidden area without hesitation.

Diarra wanted to follow, but there were people on the inside of the box, and only Sneijder on the outside tried to catch up with him.

But it was too late.

Ma Qin, who was activated in an instant, had already thrown off his two positions.

Gerrard saw Mack Qin rushing towards him, understood it, and carried Heinze hard, stepping on the ball with his right foot, as if he were a wall.

"Makqin, Makqin, he inserted the penalty area"

Gerrard's body squeezed a little space for him, and the ball was quickly led away by a left foot from Gerrard's feet, directly diagonally to the bottom line.

"Stop him, stop him," Casillas nervously moved to the near post, shouting in Spanish.

The footage they had studied before the game was still fresh in their minds, and he had a couple of high-quality shots in the first leg, and his proximity to the box meant danger.

It's not every time he can pounce out, then he really becomes a god!

Heinze was leaning on Gerrard and started a step too slowly, he didn't dare to reach out and touch Mackin who had passed by, because it could be a penalty at any moment.

Cannavaro struggled to make up for it, and Mackin was almost outside the edge of the small penalty area, so he could just sweep or shoot, there were too many options.

"Mackqin, chance, he has a chance to shoot, can Casillas save Real Madrid again", Zhan Jun shouted.

Mackin didn't choose a long-range shot again from outside the box, because in the last game he found that Cassie's movement and reaction were really too fast, and it was difficult to score his goal from a long shot!

So today he's going to go crazy and push the four of their guards to pieces, he doesn't believe Cassie is a god!

Juander's palms were nervously sweating, I'll fuck your attack, this is the attack you want?

The goal seems to be within reach, the wind in front of the goal, one less central defender, not just one less person, and now, finally exposing the essence of this fragile white defensive line!

Makqin caught up with the ball, his right calf swinging extremely fast, he never looked down when he kicked the ball, and it was difficult for opponents to know what he was going to do next.

Because you're looking down at his balls, he's looking up at you.

Cannavaro doesn't have many options, whether it's a cross or a shot, he has to block, it's his defensive area.

So he directly stepped forward to block, and experience told him that he couldn't let go of the shovel, which would be tantamount to giving up.

But the result is the same.

The ball slammed into a swinging right foot, reluctantly changed direction, and slipped under Cannavaro's raised leg.

The white fans in the entire stand began to get nervous, how could Liverpool's attack be so strong!

You won't just start and concede a goal!

Mack slapped Cannavaro on the shoulder, just passed him, and finally shook off the angle of the shot for himself.

At this moment, it was like the first time he stepped on the pitch, and he wanted to break everything with a goal.

It had to be, a blast!

It's unreasonable, ignores everything, and shoots!

He wants to use the most ferocious goal to destroy this white will and destroy this white expectation!

Announce, red! Bloody Bernabeu!

So he didn't pass sideways, didn't hesitate, this time he was confident that he could solve the problem alone!

This is the self-confidence of a shooter in the penalty area, no matter what position he plays, when he gets to the penalty area, he is the shooter.

He caught up with the ball and swung his left leg quickly, Diarra and Pepe were flying and he didn't have much time.

His eyes were fixed on the far post, as if he were going around the far corner.

Casillas was ready to save, but no one expected that at the beginning, the red was already boiling.

"Makqin", Zhan Jun hissed, and in just a few seconds, he didn't know how many times he had shouted this name.

The left-footed burst into the bottom of the ball, too close, in the corner of the six-yard box, and it was too late for Cassie to get on his feet.

He only stretched out his hand sharply, and then felt a burst of light rush overhead.

Rubbing the beam, he lifted the net fiercely, and smashed this white, holy place ruthlessly!

"The ball is in! Mark Qin, Mark Qin, left-footed burst, just opened, just opened, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it", Zhan Jun was already incoherent.

"Goaaaaaaal......, Mark, it was Mark who stepped up and saved Liverpool with one kick, beautiful combination, beautiful pass, beautiful burst!" , Peterson yelled, "Last time Prince Bernabeu was gliding at Anfield, today Prince Anfield is at the Bernabeu, revenge"

The commentators of various countries collectively boiled with this goal, this should be the level of the game!

This is the scene and passion that this kind of competition should be!

The Bernabeu suddenly fell silent, only to see a young man in red roaring and running, he opened his arms, as if soaring above the Bernabeu.

The feeling of scoring at the Bernabeu is so exciting!

Juander bowed his head in vain and exhaled, like the sword of Damocles, finally falling.

This is the result he expected, and it is the result that he is unwilling to face, Real Madrid's defensive system was shattered by the first phase of the galaxy, and this is the ending if you don't take people.

This time Casillas was finally defeated at his feet, but he would not be alone, because there were countless souls under his feet!

There was no Anfield roar, no red caper, but Mackin just slipped to his knees and looked up.

A hideous face, a starry sky overhead.

This noisy and silent night is my most beautiful footnote.

A drop of blood red, falling into white, he will be madly impregnated, this holy place's purity, shatter this incomplete, proud!

"Roar ......", teammates rushed wildly, Sammy Lee raised his arms and shouted on the sidelines, and what exploded was red glory.

"Shhh......hhh

I don't know if it's booing Liverpool, or themselves, because Real Madrid on the field is bowing their heads helplessly.

Calderón's face was blue again, and it might not be long before he would be bloodless.

Because the competition has just begun......