The reporters guarding the door of the hotel in England were looking forward to seeing the batches of players returning, but they still didn't see Mackqin's figure, as if the world had evaporated.

For a while, it was like grass growing in the field, and all kinds of gossip were running around, and finally Neville saw that there was really no end to the fabrication on the Internet, so he had to come out and be interviewed again.

"The manager just gave him an extra half day off and allowed him to return to the team tomorrow morning, there is no situation, don't speculate, he is in good health and there are no problems......"

At this kind of moment when a sentence can set off a thousand waves, Neville, who is known as a big mouth, did not dare to say more, and hurried back to the hotel after a routine introduction to the situation.

As for Mackqin, of course, he was still in the hotel where he and Isabella dated, the hotel had taken extremely strict secrecy measures, and moreover, Mackin did not come out, so they naturally couldn't find it.

In view of Isabella's unexpected situation, he is really not at ease, anyway, when he goes back in the evening, he will watch Germany play Italy together in the team, and going back tomorrow morning will not affect anything.

Capello didn't want to make that opening, but who made him the only one in England Mark, and after repeated assurances, Macel agreed to return to the team tomorrow morning.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's affecting your training, you go back, I'm fine......", Isabella whispered to Mackin who had just finished talking to Capello as she straightened her plate.

Mackin smiled, went up and pinched her little face, "Fool", there is no need to say a lot of words, he just knows that it is enough for her to need him now.

There are many explanations between the two people, sometimes it is a kind of combing in itself, although he doesn't know what is going on, but he can still feel the general context, and there is no better action than companionship at this time.

"Pack up and watch the game with me, let me see who is lucky with shit tonight, and I can have a fight with your husband and me in 3 days......"

"Poof......

Like an ordinary family after eating, he arranged for her to clean up the mess, but he sat on the sofa step by step.

It's just that, looking at the back that has been imprinted in her bones, she feels inexplicably down-to-earth.

She loves it!

"In a moment, the match between Germany and Italy will start ......," Lineker's face appeared on camera on BBC TV.

"Oh, there's a netizen's message that's very interesting, let's read ......," he said to his partner with a smile.

"Mark, God, where have you been, come back, we know you're dating, but don't forget the final in three days!"

"Haha......", Wilson and Alan Shearer laughed in unison, looking like they were in a good mood.

"We know that Mark barely left the training base during the European Championship because his girlfriend was not with him, and at this important moment, he also needs the strength of his family, the fans are a little calm, Mark has nothing to do, I can guarantee ......"

Lineker smiled and gave Makqin a round game, which made Makqin laugh too.

"Looks like I'm a ......sinner in all England," Isabella was visibly in a much better mood, happily snuggling up next to Mackin with a snack, just like she had been years ago.

"It's good that you know, someone is jealous of you......", he said funny, reaching out and pinching her nose.

"Hmph...... Crunch ......"

Looking at Isabella, who had regained the mentality of his youngest daughter, Mack Qin was a lot more relieved, and then the two waited for the start of the game while being tired, and the whole of England was also waiting.

Waiting for their opponents in the final.

……

At 8:30 p.m., the camera finally switched to the venue, and after the usual opening ceremony, the white and blue entered the stadium together, ready to compete for the final ticket.

The familiar Italian captain Kassi and the German captain Rahm walked in front, and the German-Italian battle began immediately.

In fact, it doesn't matter which team wins, Mackin doesn't care, because of these two teams, England can't get cheap from anyone.

Germany and Italy are the representatives of the typical three-dimensional strong teams in Europe, physically, technically, mentally, England does not have the strength to have the upper hand, and it is basically a draw.

It's just that Italy adheres to their chain anti-counter philosophy, and after the reform of the German academy, they play pass control, play Spain, and England can also play mud pond tactics, but against these two teams, this idea can basically be stopped.

At the same time, Capello was also waiting for the start of this game with all his disciples at the moment.

"Germany is obviously unanimously optimistic in the public opinion before the game", Wilson offered his professional analysis before the opening, "Youth, vigor, personal skills, overall strength, both beautiful and winning, if you go back ten years, I can't imagine that this is the German tank of the past!" ”

Yes, Bierhoff, Klinsmann, Balak, Eisenberg, the typical representatives of that generation of Germany, are no longer symbols of Germany, such as Gomez.

On the contrary, Ozil, Muller, Lahm, Gotze, Piggy, Podolski, the group of small men with outstanding skills at their feet occupy the limelight.

"But there is a statistic that is very interesting", Lineker continued with a smile, "In the past history of confrontation, Italy has 15 wins, 9 draws and 7 losses, and has a clear upper hand over Germany, and the most important thing, if you only count the main match of the competition, Italy has been unbeaten against Germany in recent years with 3 wins and 2 draws!" ”

"Who do you want to meet?" , Isabella muttered, and after temporarily calming down, she returned to her usual level, not asking which team you want to play, but who you want to meet.

Mackin smiled, his fingers unconsciously playing with the hair on the back of her head, but his eyes looked at the blue No. 21 on the field.

Don't let me down, my teacher!

Seven years, in the blink of an eye, maybe countless nights, they have all dreamed of Istanbul, that legendary night!

"Oh my God...... Crespo...... 3:0, 3:0, an unbelievable scoreline, AC Milan killed the game in the first half"

"Oh oh winners...... Haha......", they actually opened champagne in the dressing room at halftime to celebrate, and the coach at that time was Ancelotti.

"Come on, come on, come ......", a boy ran through the stands under the gaze of the difference in relatives, "We haven't lost yet, what's wrong with you, this is not Liverpool!" ”

His voice was hoarse, his face was red, and his ears were red!

He roared and slapped his palms!

"Let's go through the storm together...... and let us face the hardship together...... One day, it will be daylight! ”

The voices of young children resounded in the West Stand, although they seemed insignificant in the stadium of tens of thousands of people.

Slowly, more and more people began to stare at him, and more and more people began to follow him.

Who are we?

We are Liverpool!

Damn it! Boom! Hyypia slammed his fist on the cabinet door, and even saw the slightest blood!

"Listen, do you hear me?" He roared, and the majestic song, as firm as a rock, penetrated the wall!

"Damn, ......," Gerald shouted with red eyes as he pulled off the shin guards.

It's a desperate momentum, it's a call from death, and if we lose, we grit our teeth and leave.

But! Whoever is knocked down is never ...... Liverpool!

The red flag is waving, the phoenix-like bird is singing, and the sadness is singing......

That's the struggle and tenacity that melt into the bones!

Please cut open my veins and see what flows inside, isn't it, the bright red blood of war......

'Gerrard, Gerrard, penalty, penalty......, Alonso, Goaaaaal...... Oh my God......"

"Roaring ......"

See? As long as you believe, maybe you will create that ethereal miracle, and now, the miracle has come!

"Did you see it, did you see it?" Perhaps the boy didn't realize it, and his screams were silent, but the immature figure was like a lighthouse standing in the bow of a ship!

"Boom, pop, pop, Liverpool......"

"Oh my God......", and in the end, what was left was Dudek's noodle-like youth......

That flying youth, Gerard then, Alonso then, Pirlo then......

"Haha, you kid, I know you, Marco told me, I want to say, good, you're fucking awesome", the tooth-baring Carragher looked like a bandit.

In this world, it seems that few people have ridden Gerald's shoulder...... young man is beautiful......

"Andre", Gerrard called out Pirlo a little embarrassed, as the victor, and it was such a scene today, which still made him a little embarrassed.

"Andre, delay you for a while", you casually live next to Ma Qin, "this kid next to me...... Well...... It's the echelon of the club, he ...... It's yours...... Fans"

Why is there a sense of shame? At that time, Gerald said in his heart, but he had to fulfill the child's wishes.

Pirlo, who was carrying a silver medal in his hand, was obviously not in high spirits, but he was polite and did not obviously refuse.

"Is that you?" But when he looked clearly, the boy on the big screen at halftime was now well known.

"It's me, Mark, I like the way you play...... is confidence, or is it a newborn calf?

Pirlo's expression actually showed a hint of complexity, he couldn't fully accept failure, the key is such a way of failure!

And this boy, who is clearly a diehard of the enemy's ranks, now he actually came to himself with a poster, God, didn't you bring glasses today?

(Hey, where's my glasses...... ）

It's just that the good cultivation and the bright eyes of the young man made him laugh at himself, shook his head and stepped forward!

"Boom......"

The running posture, the moment of thinking, had to make Pirlo admit that his poster had been carefully selected by this child.

"Here, play well, I hope to meet you on the field in the future, nasty boy......"

With that, he turned and left.

Perhaps, he never thought that in his lifetime, he would be the only star who was asked for an autograph by Mack.

To this day, he has carefully kept the poster, framed it, and stayed with his countless trophies.

He may not be as bright as Zinedine Zidane, he has never left Italy in his career, and he has rarely had a decisive moment, but he, Pirlo, is rarely recognized by Mackchen, the midfield maestro!

A true midfield master!

Elsewhere, he would have died, but here in the organizational back, he has reached the top!

It was on that night that Andrea Pirlo kicked the door open for him and influenced his style.

His guide can be said to be Marco or Hugh, but the only one who really enlightened him at that time was Pirlo.

Football, it turns out that you can play like this!

Seven years in the blink of an eye, after that, they almost never met, but they admired each other, God made friends with the world, I don't know this time, can you give me this chance, my teacher!

"Cassano, the ball on the wing, beautiful, this turn is extremely dexterous, crosses, oh? Balotelli, Goaaaal......"

"Balotelli, it's Balotelli's ......, two bad boys, the first to pry open the door of the German team......"

"This is Italy, Germany quickly took the initiative after the opening kick-off, the attack was overwhelming, but it was Italy who scored first", said Lineker, "and it was the first time they hit the woodwork!" ”

Yo? Mark Qin came back to his senses and raised his eyebrows, interesting......