From the first moment, the game was full of gunpowder.

The penalty scale of the derby has always been relatively lenient, otherwise half of the players will be sent off in a game.

Savage ramps, ferocious tackles! Sweat all over the field.

Fast, undisciplinedly fast!

The ball flies around, and if you don't get out within two or three seconds, you're either a pinch or a foul!

Although Clattenberg has tried to loosen the scale and increase the continuity of the game, there is still nothing that can be done, and if the penalty is not blown, the game will turn into a wrestling match, or even full free fighting!

Fortunately, although both sides were enthusiastic, they did not lose their minds, and the movements were big but not dangerous, and they all rushed to the ball.

Liverpool has three runaways in the front, Voronin, Kuyt and Gerrard, who is holding his breath!

The ball must fly! Even if it's Everton back to goalkeeper Howard, one of these three will go for a flying tackle!

This competition is to fight for physical fitness, will, and momentum!

Go to the special code, Makqin was excited by the noisy arena and the chaotic situation and spit on it, and he can't wait to go on the field now to shovel these sons of bitches!

He began to hate the blue color in the room, and his heart was disgusted with it, even though he had loved it in his previous life.

There is only gunfire and smoke on the battlefield, there is no reason, no sympathy, the fans shout for every collision, for every tackle, and the green tendons are exposed!

Gerrard had just run 20 metres when he fell to the ground on the sideline of the Everton penalty area and made a flying tackle, forcing Giagielka to kick the ball into the stands.

"Hey, Gerald, Gerald, you are a fighter and will never admit defeat~, Gerald, Gerald, you are a brave man, never bow your head~, you are our captain, you are our banner~"

The passionate singing of the red stands cleanses the blood in the chest, who are you resentful of? Who are you rejoicing for? Who are you squeezing the last drop of sweat out of your body for?

"You'll never walk alone~Ah~You'll never walk alone~, never~never~"

This scene is familiar, Makqin seems to have returned to the night in Istanbul, looking at the man who is in batch 8, writing a unique temperament, called loyalty, called leader, called hot-blooded youth!

The moment you submit your transfer application, you just want to know,

Is this city worth protecting?

You turned Chelsea down, he held the city!

This man with batch number 8!

From now on this city,

And there was faith,

With a legacy!

Even if the vicissitudes of life~

Maxim Qin was stimulated by this scene, jumped and ran, slid and knelt on the grass on the sidelines at least two meters away, and raised his arms and shouted for this high-pitched declaration of war!

The big screen relayed to Makqin's actions, and the red stirring became even more enthusiastic~

"Toot", Clattenburg blew off Finnan's throw-in, ran to the sidelines, and beckoned Benitez and Mack to over,

"Take care of your players, don't irritate the fans"

"And you, Mark, watch your behavior, and next time, I don't mind sending you to the stands"

Benitez stroked his hair speechlessly, and turned his head away from Mackin to ignore Mack.

"Okay, Mr. Mark, there won't be a next time"

Clattenburg gave him a disdainful look, "Although we have the same name, but here, you have to call me Mr. Referee", and after saying that, he turned and ran back to the field.

"Shh~, unweaned yellow-skinned boy, get back to your seat~"

Mackin happened to pass by the fourth referee, turned his head and said to him: "Did you hear everything?" ”

The fourth referee thought to himself, "I'll write it in the game record, now go back to your seat, don't irritate the fans, or I don't mind calling the referee over again"

"Oh, I like Mark more and more", Alan Hansen said with a smile on the commentary bench, "I appreciate his attitude towards the game, appreciate his demeanor on the field, Liverpool red forever~", the last sentence he shouted out, frightened the host of the commentary~

Run, youth; Run, red; Run, faith in my heart~

If this is the world of Saint Seiya, it is estimated that Mark Qin will shout: "Phoenix wings flying in the sky~~"

"Wow~", a fire phoenix rises up from the sky, and in the fire, slowly walks out of a man who is destined to be lonely, wearing Yan Ling, with gold armor on his head, and attracts all generations of glory in an instant~

"Hey, Mark, Mark", Lucas shook his shoulder.

He came back to his senses, "Well, what's wrong?" ”

"The boss asked you to warm up, go quickly~"

"Huh?" , he was a little puzzled, just twenty minutes into the first half, Benitez had already twisted his head back, and he had to go to the sidelines to warm up with a puzzled stomach.

As soon as he arrived on the sidelines, he saw Benayoun sitting on the ground with his ankles covered, and the team doctor was spraying him with "Yunnan Baiyao". (Author's roll~)

He looked at the big screen, just now when he was thinking, Arteta broke the ball and stepped on Benayoun's bare foot, looking at his posture, it should be a hard injury, just see if he can still persevere.

After dealing with it, Benayoun helped the team doctor to stand up and walked a few steps, twisted his ankle, presumably thinking that it was not a big problem, and Clattenburg motioned for him to come out and enter again.

Mackin saw that Benayoun was estimated to be fine, and ran back again.

"Why is this kid always dangling in front of us~"

"Referee~, punish him quickly~"

"Toot to~", the Everton fans spontaneously blew the whistle

Damn, this kid is a fly!

"That's the way the Merseyside derby is, you can play unexciting, you can play ugly, but you just can't fight and the whole stadium won't forgive you and the players will be under a lot of psychological pressure," McManaman said of the chaos at the moment.

"Was that true of you?" , Peterson said.

"Oh, English football in the 90s is completely different from now, now more foreign coaches and foreign players are coming to the Premier League, bringing a change of style~"

"Are you saying it was more stressful back then?"

"What we faced was different, the hostility was a bit of a constant at the time, you know, Fowler used to do some things out of the ordinary on the field, but now the football club is more of a professional market company~"

(Referring to Fowler celebrating with marijuana smoking on the sidelines after scoring in the derby)

"Oh~~, hehe~~", Peterson glanced at the arena, "The fans are booing Mark again, he should have been warming up just now, and he didn't provoke the fans~"

"Then again", Peterson turned his head and asked McCa, "After the establishment of the Premier League, the Red Army has passed through Ian Rush, John Barnes, Paul Ince, Sammy Hyypia, Gerrard several captains, it can be said that they are all legends of Liverpool, do you think Mark Hard will have this day?" ”

"He's a miracle now, of course not legendary, Jamie [Carragher] and Steven [Gerrard] have propped up the Reds after our generation has grown old, and Mark is currently the most outstanding Liverpool academy player in the next generation, but now the turnover of players is more frequent than ever and the players are making more money"

"Mark's football career has just begun, I remember I was still polishing John Barnes' boots when he was his age~, hehe, if there is no accident, if he can stay in Liverpool all the time, he will one day become the flag of Liverpool~"

Benitez stood on the sidelines with a frown, he didn't like the so-called "play like a man" garbage mentality in England, the country's past bad habits still more or less affect the current players, brandy, famous cars, beautiful women, and then take the eggs on the field, minor injuries are not in the line of fire......

No technology, no tactics, then the rest is barbarism, oh, they call this "passion"!

Long passes, confrontations, collisions, are simply miserable, and in Benitez's view, this so-called birthplace of modern football is a desert of football skills and tactics.

He likes technical players, he likes players to play with their brains, to control, to defend, to attack, to put in the right place.

That's why he was quickly moved by Mackin's performance in a few games, this kid played football, and there was a spirituality in him, which showed that he thought more than many people and stood taller.

A player who can be the brains of a team is hard to come by, and this is a talent that is even rarer than a technical genius.

It's like the Three Kingdoms, there are countless fierce generals and beauties everywhere, but there are very few people who are in charge of the handsome seal, Cao Cao, Zhou Yu, Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi.