The problem of the duo has been plaguing England since the Eriksen era, with both of them playing in a top-class midfielder who needs to be deployed in the back and deployed in the back.

Gerrard's best time at Liverpool was when he had Marcos Alonso and Hamann behind.

McLaren is a cook, and his sending Barry seems to be the solution, but it doesn't make sense.

The duo's biggest problem is squeezing each other's space, and if Mack comes in to line-up, he will move Gerrard to the right.

Left midfielder Ashley Cole, right midfielder Phillips, the idea is very good, steady counterattack, but in the Eriksen era, England at least defended very steadily, he can't do it.

What's more, there is such a butter player as Magnusson, he can't play the main force in Liverpool, which shows how serious the goalkeeper shortage in England has been in those years, and he and Robinson are half a pound.

Rain is the premise of all evil, and it is played out like this, and the absence of sin under the sun seems to be well known.

Mackin and Beckham sat together, and Beckham's smiling expression didn't know if he was managing or really confident.

A few minutes into the game, the sword of Damocles fell as scheduled, and Kovac's ordinary long-range shot from 35 meters out sped up after the ball bounced off the ground due to the slippery field and falling rain.

Magnus was still in a half-crouch position to catch the ball with both hands, even though the ball had quickly grazed his arm and into the net.

There were fatal mistakes in judging the speed of the ball and the trajectory of the movement, and he looked like a puppet, completely lost in this cold and oppressive atmosphere.

McLaren's ass was still hot, and he had to jump outside to get drenched in the rain, and he had a trembling feeling and his heart was pounding!

Everything came to naught with this goal, and they had to attack!

But how many offensive players are there on the field?

McLaren felt like a pen!

A good coach never thinks that defense is built by the number of defensive players, that only creates chaos!

The mental agitation was evident in England's chaotic formation on the pitch, with the thinness of the front line necessitating the pressure of Steven Gerrard and Frank Lampard, and Barry unable to withstand the counter-attacks of Luka Modric and Kovac at the back.

So in less than fifteen minutes, an easy straight kick penetrated the middle of England's heavy garrison, and Olich was extremely easy and achieved it in one fell swoop!

Two to zero!

McLaren's scalp is numb, and Wembley is silent!

The cold rain is pouring through the heart!

He didn't even know what to do, how to adjust, and with one kick he had already stepped into the abyss, hanging in the air and howling!

Peterson helped his headset, not knowing how to explain it, it was so heavy at this moment.

The whole of Britain is dead silent!

The Croatian players are celebrating wildly, even though they have qualified, but this is Wembley~

Even David Beckham lost his smile.

In the twenty-first minute, Croatia shoots,

In the twenty-sixth minute, Croatia shot,

Shoot, shoot, shoot!

Extremely embarrassed.

McLaren was on the sidelines, not yet holding that beautiful orchid umbrella, like a clown.

Mackin looked numb, as if he was watching a movie.

He had been mentally prepared before he came, and watched it fall into the abyss~

He's not a savior.

Laughter and tears are what this group of fans must endure, but why not themselves?

Because that's life.

Only by heart-wrenching can we break out of the cocoon and be reborn, and if Markqin is not mistaken, the complete reform of England's youth training is also the result of this defeat.

Magnus Carlsen finally didn't become a sinner for the ages, he made a high and low block, but he still kept the goal from being penetrated again.

If it's three to zero, it's the time of death, and now at least you can still hang a breath.

Thirty minutes later, England finally organised a decent number of attacks, with the best chance coming in 37 minutes.

Ashley Cole burst in down the left and crossed for Frank Lampard, who played straight to Crouch in the box, who was not fast enough to fall to the ground with his long legs and stab the ball into Franks who was already in the gap before the opposition defender cleared the ball.

At that time, just one shot could solve the problem, but he obviously hesitated and actually stopped the ball, and it was this stop that allowed the opposing defender to block it in time.

By the time he got up and hit the door again, there was no line!

McClaren looked up on the sidelines and sighed, it's the day I'm going to die, what a good chance, if I can pull a goal back, there is hope in the second half!

More than half of England's main players were injured in this game, and there is a reason to play like this.

The referee finally blew the half-time whistle and McClaren didn't stop and turned and went into the dressing room.

It is necessary to make substitutions and strengthen the attack!

Changing to a backfielder, replacing a striker, Beckham is definitely going to play, but he hesitated in the last one.

Joe Cole on the left flank was injured, so he brought in Mack, but, can he do it?

Although his performance on the left side of Liverpool was at the level of a star, he hesitated in such a game.

In the locker room, no one was talking, McLaren was singing a one-man show,

'In the second half we have to step up the attack!'

"Defoe, you replace Barry", he still didn't dare to replace either of the two Germans, sometimes that's the courage of the manager.

"David, you replace Phillips"

'Forty-five minutes to go, we still have a chance, keep our spirits up, we just need to equalise!'

Speaking of this, he saw Ma Qin with his head down, gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind!

"Mark, you replace Bridge, Ashley you go back to the back line"

Ooh~

Mackleen was not the only one who looked up in surprise, Bridge, Ashley Cole, Lampard, and Gerrard all looked at McLaren in surprise, how dare you!

"We're going to step up the attack! It doesn't make sense for us to lose a few of them, Mark, show what you did at Liverpool! ”

Ma Qin has just come to his senses, he really has his own business, am I here to visit?

"Okay, understood"

McLaren nervously laid out tactics on the tactical board, although he couldn't play one, with Beckham, England's way of playing is to "give the ball to Beckham"!

What tactics are there to say!

The biggest problem with any mediocre coach is self-righteousness, they don't know their players well, they think they can work by piling them together like data.

Macqin himself almost wanted to spit on him, what a special frontcourt double Dega Xiaobei, there are already three big balls, what are you doing with me? Defense, huh?

There's no ball to kick a fart, and I'm not Gattuso!

It's just that he is now like a cloth bag monk in the Heaven and Dragon Slayer, I can't say it, I can't say it, I have a toothache if I talk too much!

The second half began.

"McClaren changed three players at once, Defoe, David and Mark? My God~", Peterson was completely scorched on the outside and tender on the inside by the eighteen purple sky god thunders!

What is he doing here? When a friendly match?

Is his brain short-circuited? Flooded? Kicked by a donkey? Still smashed by the door!

Julie next to her was not excited to see Makqin playing, only scared!

What kind of competition is this? A bad one is a sinner through the ages!

Stupidity! Silly than! I'm Nyima! McLaren!

If there was a Gatling, Julie would have sudden!

I don't know when, Makqin has already played a pivotal role in her heart.

She can stand his cynicism,

She can accept his bad temper,

She let him laugh and curse,

Because she understands that he is actually very kind.

Even if more people are questioning and puzzled, Mackin still has to stand on this court for these forty-five minutes.

With most of the guys he hasn't played together once, he's been through this time.

Try to give the fans a little hope and give yourself a chance.

When Beckham came on, the crowd chanted, and when Mack came on, there was only sporadic applause.

He's playing well at Liverpool, but this is England, can he?

Gerrard patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, play like you do in the club!" ”

"Hmm," he nodded heavily.

This cold and rainy night~

Extraordinarily depressed~

I'm standing at the head of the bridge~

Looking at the dawn~