Mackin tightened his own laces, and the sneakers were specially made by Peter from the manufacturer through channels, which perfectly fit Macklin's foot shape and were comfortable to wear.

He wanted to make sure he was completely OK.

In the thirtieth minute of the game, he stood on the sidelines, ready to replace Benayoun, who was still a little uncomfortable with his bare feet.

Benitez stood by and chattered, he hated accidents.

"Mark, I want you to stay calm"

"Go up and finish Josah's quest and have a chance to hit them behind"

"Kick smart, don't stick to the ball"

"Keep your distance from Aurelio"

"It's up to you and Steven to discuss the free-kicks, there are going to be changes"

Makqin kept nodding his head, boos in his ears, and the stadium was announcing, "Mark 18 replaces Benayoun"

"Look, that fly is on the field~"

"This kid has been in the limelight in the city lately"

"No matter how showy it is, it won't work here"

"It's far from Rooney~"

He hugged Benayoun, who was walking down a little on his feet, and said, "Come on, Mark," and he ran onto the field.

As soon as he got on the field, he felt different, for Birmingham, for Reading, for Marseille, there were home and guest, and they were all top teams, but there was no sense of solemnity on the field, stepping on the pitch, he felt like beans in a soy milk machine, constantly tearing and stirring with the hot sight and sound of the surrounding stands.

This derby is really exciting!

"This is a passive substitution, Benayoun still seems to be in some pain, Benitez reluctantly replaced Mark, since the defeat of Birmingham, Benitez has obviously become more and more important to Mark, and Mark has also repaid him with an excellent performance, but this kind of game, let Mark play too early, is there no problem?"

Maika responded to Peterson's question, "Today's players are becoming famous earlier and earlier, and correspondingly, they will encounter all kinds of problems at a young age, pressure, temptation, killing, and belittlement, which no one can bear for them, only to look at themselves"

has been cultivated, can not become a superstar, Ronaldo has encountered many criticisms and slanders in recent years, fancy, selfishness, fake falls, he is still stubborn to meet the wind and rain with non-stop goals, a piece of iron embryo, without victory, defeat, pride, setbacks, honor, slander, how can it be so easy to forge into steel?

Every progress of a person is a leap forward in his own psychology, and if he retreats, he stops.

As soon as Mackin ran to the position, Aurelio threw the ball to the sideline, Skrtel kicked the ball to the opposition goalkeeper, and just now Benayoun fell to the ground, Everton still used sportsmanship to drive the ball out of the sideline.

Run!

Voronin, Gerrard, and Kuyt barely gave Everton any opportunity to organize, and followed the ball towards the opponent's goal, in order to maintain the formation, Mark Qinsa ran towards the opponent's right-back Hibbert, this kind of front-court pressure that only arose after Uncle Gua became famous in later generations is now completely spontaneous.

This time, Howard didn't kick wide, but instead made a diagonal pass to Hibbert on the wing, and when Benayoun was on the field, his side pressed the least and was relatively safe.

Hibbert picked up the ball and looked up, saw Makqin coming up, raised his foot and prepared a long pass, Makqin didn't have to look back, and knew that the striker Victor ran back to the combination of Aurelio and Skrtel, this Victor Anichepthan wants to say that he still has a bit of fate with Makqin, in the year he traveled through time and space, Victor happened to come to Beijing Beikong in the domestic league, if he didn't travel through time and space, maybe he could still watch him play in the stands.

"Knock~knock~knock~", the beating heart, the viscous air, three meters away, Mackin threw himself out, a falling tackle, Hibbert's pass banged on Mackqin's raised ankle, and flew into the stands.

"Mark, Mark~, good job, shovel these bitches~"

"Shh~, the soul is faint, go back, don't go wild here~"

There were two different fierce shouts from the stands, and there was only a red and blue in the afterglow of Mackin, and he quickly got up to block Hibbert's possible throw-in, he really had little experience in this kind of game, and he could only vent so as not to let his heart jump out of his throat and eyes.

He only had the ball in his eyes, Filly Neville came to answer, received the ball and turned around, and just as he was about to deal with Gerrard, who was blocking the road, he was stabbed away by Mack Qin from behind with his shirt and shoulder.

He could clearly see it below, this kind of action was not going to blow at all today, and Neville did not dwell on it at all, and the poked ball was picked up by Arteta, and Mackin and Gerrard rushed towards Arteta together.

Arteta had no choice but to pass back.

"Mark ~, good job ~", today the bars in the whole city of Liverpool are almost full, each guarding its own territory, for the city of Liverpool, at least twice a year derby, the bar is more lively than Christmas Eve.

In the red bar, with Mark's rough flying shovel, he applauded, "Cheers to Mark~"

"Yay~"

"I knew that this kid was Gerrard's successor"

"That's right, look at his momentum in tackle~"

"Hibbert is going to scare the pee, hahaha"

Why did Gerald become a spiritual leader so smoothly? His wild and galloping style of play fits so well with Liverpool that you know what that Liverpool is like just by looking at him.

You know what Liverpool should look like!

Gorgeous? Elegance!

Strength? Tough!

That's not Liverpool!

Liverpool

It's a passion in the blood!

It is the sharing of weal and sorrow hand in hand with life and death!

It's wild, it's unrestrained,

It is immortal like an immortal bird!

It's you here,

It is injected into the bloodstream and penetrates into the bone marrow.

Since then, the end of the world has followed~

You need to know!

The Godfather of Liverpool,

Bill Shankley,

Having stood on the podium of the city,

Let 100,000 people,

Silent~

……

Mark Qin spat out the grass clippings in his mouth, got up, and threw himself into the next scramble, Neville sweating profusely and looking at the child beside him.

reminds him of the old captain Keane (Manchester United), the same ferocity, the same ghost.

You push him, he hits you next time, you pull him, he hugs you next time, you dare to tackle, he dares to show the spikes!

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!

Mackin certainly knows that the brains of Everton's midfield during this period are Arteta and Philip Neville, there is Gerrard over there, and he is opposite Neville, who is not pestering him?

In such a scramble rhythm, it is much more difficult than usual to complete a simple action, and the NBA playoffs will expose a large number of regular season stars in their original form, because the scale of the confrontation is large, and the opponent will not give you any easy time and space.

You're just about to catch the ball and you're tackled by a leg coming from nowhere, do you catch it or not?

Mark Qin is like just stepping on the treadmill, tried 60 miles and thought it could be enjoyable, and was immediately transferred to 120 miles, I fuck you uncle!

Benitez is bitter in his heart, if he has a little money, I still need to use a doll to prop up the field if I have something?

So they saw an alternative Mack, more Gerard than Gerrard, more Mascherano than Mascherano.

Benitez touched his chin and thought, "Mark has such a good defensive attitude and positivity?" What a bonus! ”

It's hard to get your uncle! For the first time since coming to Liverpool, Cocoby, and even Melwood, Mack lost his rhythm a little, and he was completely taken up!

The rhythm is a mysterious and mysterious thing, and it is indescribably wonderful, and it is really the door of all wonders~

Mackin is also not very good at what it is now, he can only understand the comfortable environment and frequency of his own play, and the rhythm of the whole team is even more difficult to understand, eleven people resonate?

He didn't play well, he could even say twisted, he gasped, it was less than ten minutes, he felt more tired than playing half the game, he was too competitive, every ball must be fought, and when he saw the hole, he would make up for it, Aurelio felt that Mark was much more reliable than Benaillon, this baby, desperate!

The two sides are still on par, Moyes is talking and gesturing on the sidelines, no one knows what he is talking about in the noisy arena, maybe he is just soothing his emotions~

Yakubu kicked the ball into Carragher's leg to win a corner for Everton,

"Mark, Mark", Benitez took the opportunity to quickly call Mark Qin to the sidelines, "pay attention to the distribution of physical energy"

He nodded with a buzzing head and immediately ran back to defend in front of the penalty area.