"The Endless Summer......, oh-oh-oh, yes-yes-yes......", the music fades away, and the blue and white fish enter the room, and at the forefront is Proenca.

That's right, it's Proenka who witnessed Mackin wreak havoc at the Bernabeu in red, and he was the referee today.

And he is also the luckiest referee of the year, because he not only officiated the Champions League final, but today, he will also officiate the final of the European Cup, two of the biggest finals of the year.

"Proenka is a lucky referee for Mr. Ma, does this indicate that luck is on Mr. Ma's side today......"

"Let's wait and ......see," Zhan Jun finally said, because the national anthem ceremony on both sides has begun.

The camera swept over the 22 resolute faces, and the cameramen frantically pressed the flash on the sidelines, and Mack, Pirlo, and Balotelli received a lot of attention.

"Hey, that preschooler is still delusional about repeating what happened to Germany in us, he's dreaming ......", laughed in the English bars.

"Mark and Vane will beat his mother ......"

"Haha, for the championship......"

"For the sake of the damn champion, shit, I love this feeling, cheers......"

"Cheers ......"

At the end, the camera kept switching between the same paralyzed faces of Mackin and Pirlo, making a final explanation for the tone of the game.

"Roar, ......", the moment the singing gradually stopped, the stadium was like thunder, and the fans on both sides roared with all their might, as if they were declaring sovereignty, in the most primitive way!

"See you again, Andrey"

"Mark ......", Pirlo also patted Mack Qin on the back, but he was a little short of words.

In addition to their mutual appreciation of their skills, they are still a long way from becoming friends to talk to, and Mackqin's current position is not suitable for Pirlo to pat him on the head again, and then say, "Nasty little ghost......

In that case, it is estimated that the whole of England will explode, and there may be a diplomatic dispute.

“are you ok？”

“and you?”

Proenka took the coin at the moment and made the final confirmation with Gerrard and Buffon.

Then, the coin is tossed......

"The game is about to start, right away", Zhan Jun commented passionately, "both teams are wearing their traditional color jerseys, Italy is the first to kick off, attacking from right to left......"

The heat of the summer night is no match for the heat in this stadium at this time, the scorching white lights, the surging crowd, all tell that the big war is coming!

"Champion, champion!" The England players shouted their loudest slogans shoulder to shoulder and then scattered with a bang, returning to their positions.

Marc pulled his shorts, then watched Cassano and Balotelli walk to the familiar center circle, while Proenka also walked outside the center circle, and the two Italian coaches Capello and Prandelli also stood on the sidelines in unison.

Then, silence!

As if waiting, the whistle lights up, and the brilliance comes!

"Boom ......"

"Cassano, the first ball was handed directly to Pirlo, and the European Cup final officially started the ......", Huang Jianxiang shouted, "Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma found Pirlo for the first time......"

It's like the most exciting moment, you thought it would be like a movie, with the supporting characters fighting first, and then the main character in the last scene, but at the first second, it appeared in front of you.

The voices of commentators from all over the world are full of surprises and surprises, because, it seems, Makqin chose the most direct and passionate way, frontal and rigid!

"Boom ......", his chest burned like a blazing fire, and the most enthusiastic shouts erupted in countless bars, "Mark, St. Rush and rush everything in front of you......"

"Cheers ......"

"Fuck ......"

At the beginning, it's like killing red eyes! It's not just Mackqin who is excited, but also the countless fans behind him.

There is nothing more exciting than following an upright hero, and without words, it is war, war, war!

It's dark to fight him!

Fight him, a pride stirring!

In today's world, no one can arouse Mackqin's fighting spirit more than Pirlo, Xavi can't, Alonso can't, Messi Ronaldo can't, in the final analysis, only Pirlo Zidane, which contains classicism, will stir up the same root in his heart!

This fighting spirit, madness!

This fighting spirit is like a prairie fire!

"Bang" a sturdy collision, the back of Pirlo has already trained a strong body, although they are a full 12 years old, a round of years, but Mackin wants to trouble him in this simple way, it is in vain.

"Huh?" , Prandelli frowned slightly, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Italy's greatest coach after Sacchi, Capello, Mark defense Pirlo?

This has to be funny to use the core as a sapper! He decided to take another look, should, what the aftermath would be.

Capello hugged his chest in front of him, looking confident, in fact, he didn't have a bottom of his psychology, whether to drag the back organization or the forward organization, this is what they have been pondering in the past few days of training.

It is recognized that the role of Mackin is no less than that of Pirlo, so that the two teams will play quite similarly, defend and then counterattack, and it is not for nothing that the media says that England play a bit like Italy many times.

If it rushes forward, it will have the advantage of extending the war to Italy's half, but Capello believes Italy must have woven a ubiquitous net for Mackin.

And most crucially, Capello also has to figure out how to limit Pirlo, which is also a problem of the century.

Because Andrea Pirlo sometimes drops back too deep, you let the strikers defend, you don't have the ability, you let the midfield go up, that's impossible, and he also has the problem of people scratching their heads when they play England.

"I'm on", Makqin is the final word!

King to king!

You don't need any unexpected tactics, just use your own feet to kick out a piece of the world!

"Is that really how it was arranged?" , many commentators came up with this sentence at the same time!

Because when Pirlo handed the ball to the back line and went to the habitual running position himself, he found that Mackin did not give up on him, but followed him like a shadow!

This came as a big surprise to him.

Wayne Rooney, Gerrard, and Carroll spared no effort to sweep and intercept between the Italian back line and the midfield line, with the obvious purpose of cutting off Pirlo from his teammates!

"England didn't start conservatively and they came up with an attacking stance that was probably unexpected by many," Lineker exclaimed in surprise.

Before the game, despite the excitement of the game, the celebrities expected it to be a defensive battle, not to mention Italy, and Capello would only let the team go when playing against weak teams.

But today, England is like a army, a division of kings!

Whether this is Capello's choice or the initiative of the 18th, everything has been settled.

"Bonucci, Italy is very late now, Rooney is pressing hard, looking for Pirlo ......"

In the past, it may be Pirlo who pours the ball out, or an unexpected long pass, which pierces the heart with one arrow!

This time they still followed the usual rhythm, and Pirlo didn't take Mackqin's follow-up too seriously, and in his more than ten years of career, he encountered too many of all kinds of letting go.

Beast waist, defensive striker, Park Ji-sung who can't run to death, but none of them can completely limit him, because defenders are always passive, and Pirlo's big-picture vision is enough for him to find space to pass.

The moment he received the ball, Mackin stuck it again, and Pirlo skillfully turned his back against Mackin to the right, his shoulders shook slightly, and he brought the ball to the right.

He is also well-balanced with his feet, which is a necessary quality for a core midfielder.

On the left flank, Cassano habitually pulled the side to avoid the England defence, believing that Pirlo's long ball would come at any time.

"That's not right!" Pirlo changed his movements like lightning in the running, just now he really wanted to make a long diagonal pass to find Cassano on the side, but he couldn't do it!

As if knowing what he wanted to do, Mackin suddenly stepped up his pressure and firmly pressed Pirlo's left leg with his crotch!

Anyone who has ever played a ball knows that you have to make a long pass, no matter how big or small the leg you kick is, most of the accuracy of the final landing point comes from the angle and balance of your body with the supporting leg!

"This ball will definitely be kicked straight out of the touchline!" The old Pirlo changed his movements in an instant, changed his slash to push, and wanted to directly hand the ball to Abate on the left side.

But Mark Qin seemed to have to inch in, saw the right time, directly left crotch, stretched his leg, and broke the ball!

"Mark ......", exclaimed from the stands!

Rare! Who was lucky enough to see Andrea Pirlo dispossessed at the back, and it was really the Suns coming out of the west.

Even Mackin couldn't have been, but his outstretched foot, which did touch the ball, changed direction, and was supposed to go to Abate's ball, flying behind him, outside the Italian penalty area on the left!

"Huh?" Pirlo was extremely surprised!

"Boom ......", the opening stage happened to be on the England side, "Steven (Gerrard), rush ......"

Like a group of planes that heard the wind, they finally found the entrance to the catharsis of ammunition, Gerard pulled his legs and rushed forward, and Abate quickly turned around and chased back!

Moving all the time, Mackin could no longer care about Pirlo, and ran like a right side......

"The ball is broken, Mark actually broke Pirlo's ball, Gerrard ......", Lineker's shout was like witnessing the general cut off the head of the enemy chief, "Hurry up, ......"

Abate ran as hard as he could, and he didn't have time to think about the sudden accident, and kept waving his right hand, because Gerald was on his right, trying to overtake.

"Abate, Gerard ......", and finally saw only the two figures of the flying shovel flying out of the ......

"Toot ......", the referee's side flag firmly pointed to the backfield, Abate was closer than Gerrard, or one step ahead of him, and shoveled the ball off the sideline!

"Almost ......", Lineker said regretfully, "Gerrard used to go straight into the box"

"Serve quickly......", Makqin shouted to Gerrard, who was getting up.

As if suddenly realizing something, Gerrard suddenly jumped up like a rabbit, then ran to the sidelines and snatched the ball from the caddy's hand, and before he could get back to the sideline, he turned around and threw it out!

"The sideline is ...... fast", Zhan Jun shouted, he didn't understand why the rhythm was suddenly so fast, "Mr. Ma ......"

Mack stopped the ball thrown by Gerrard on his chest, completed the turn, and the offense and defense were cast!

Italy's midfielders, Montolivo and Marchisio have to pull sides from time to time to increase their width when attacking, and in fact, only De Rossi has been in the midfield area.

So when Macqin finished turning and stopping the ball, in front of him, only Pirlo and De Rossi were still at the top of the arc to protect the penalty area.

This switch of attack and defense did not allow Italy, which has always been known for its defense, to return to its position, and correspondingly, England's attacking players were not in place.

But in Mackqin's opinion, at this time, it is enough!

"Mark, pretty ......," Lineker yelled, "he shook Pirlo ...... with an easy bike"

Show one’s true colors in the end!

At this moment, it is where Mackin pursues unremittingly in this game, because Pirlo's defense is really not enough in his eyes!

The frequency of his movements can't keep up with himself, he is a slow mellow and realm, so he has to be fast!

He was fast, but he didn't believe that Pirlo was fast, and he didn't believe that Italy was fast!

"Marc ......", it was hard for anyone to imagine that he had the opportunity to shoot in front of the box so easily, and he actually had time to observe Buffon in the lateral scuffling.

De Rossi and a nervous Chiellini were still a few steps away, and Pirlo felt the helplessness of the years even more.

"Shoot ......", Lineker almost roared, watching the ball fly off Mack's left foot with anticipation.

On the right side of the penalty area, the left-footed curling ball, this kind of moment, all those who know Mackin are simply familiar with it.

Buffon's eyes froze, his mind was more concentrated than ever, and no obstacle could affect the perfect arc, which appeared straight in Buffon's field of vision.

"Beautiful ......", looking at the flawless arc like a full moon scimitar, Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but shout.

"Hmm......", that's the subconscious exclamation of the stadium!

"Buffon ......", he took a step to the left, and then flew up like an eagle, his eyes firmly fixed on the spinning ball, closer, closer, a little more......

"Rubbing the ......", "...... exhale", Buffon secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the touch from his fingertips made him feel relieved.

Under his watchful eye, the ball jumped slightly from the junction of the beam and the column, and then grazed the beam and landed on the net.

"Bang", but then the arm collided violently with the column, and the sharp pain came from it, making him forget everything......

"Buffon, Buffon!" Zhan Jun shouted incredulously, "Great shot, great save!" He swooped out a world wave, the dead end of the theory......"

"Shit ......", the bars in England are all holding their heads incredible, this can actually be pounced?

"Mr. Ma almost took the lead......"

With a different opening and a different horn, he was still expressionless and wild, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour......