Mackin focused his eyes on one point, which was the goal, and then raised his arms high, it was just a subconscious move, he even forgot what he had just done, or what was happening on the field.

This happens when people are highly concentrated, and many of the movements come from muscle memory and subconscious, without going through the brain at all.

At this moment, he and the green field have become one, regardless of each other.

The boiling is no longer enough to describe the current Anfield, Champions League, FA Cup, league titles, they are rising step by step, towards the top, but Anfield has not had such a dominant game for a long time.

In the era of Shankly and Paisley, they ruled the whole of Europe, but after that, Istanbul and Cardiff Millennium Stadium, the media said that it was a shocking reversal, they did have enough blood and tenacity, but that glorious royal spirit is gone.

They have become synonymous with indomitable exemplars, tenacious in the fight against fate.

Many old fans who have experienced the 80s are in tears at this moment, they didn't expect that in their old age, they could see the former Liverpool.

That emotion is called pride.

Needless to say, the impact of the Champions League is too great, although it is too early to be called a superstar, because his individual and team accolades are pitiful zero, a blank.

But at this moment, his influence has reached its peak since his debut, and hundreds of media and thousands of households have been fortunate to witness this magical performance, which is jaw-dropping.

The quarter-finals and semi-finals of the Champions League are the best stage for new stars to cross the threshold, and unlike the strong dialogue in the league, this is an all-European competition, and the ability to win stars is not even inferior to the World Cup.

If you don't see the big Saint Bale and the eighteen-year-old Mbappe, they will all follow in the footsteps of Mack Qin in the future and make a splash on this big stage.

Bale is now sitting in front of the TV, next to Jonathan, his co-manager with Macken, his injury is finally almost healed, and this year is not too much for him to go high and low, after an impressive start to the league, he was quickly knocked down by injury.

Looking at Mackin on TV, it's fake not to be jealous, the guy who is one year younger than himself, walking so fast, they have all been excavated by Marco, and now they have a common agent, who usually communicates by text message from time to time, and is very familiar.

But now the two are no longer in an equal position, and Mackin has ridden the dust and thrown him far away.

"Gareth", Jonathan patted him on the shoulder, "don't worry, I believe in you like Mark, you have the same potential as him, and you can definitely become a star like him in the future"

Is that really the case? Will it? But the speed of his rise is desperate......

As if seeing his lack of confidence, Jonathan said again: "As long as you recover from your injury, there will definitely be a day, you are just eighteen years old, I believe in you, and Mark is also very optimistic about you"

"Really?" , he asked in surprise.

Jonathan nodded, "He told me more than once, hehe, he said that I can sign you two is considered shit luck, and I don't have to worry about it in my life, haha"

Bell secretly clenched his fists, determined to take care of his injuries, and couldn't let him compare, this is like a dispute between brothers and sisters under the same division, he is still younger than me.

If Mackin is here, he will definitely ask him to take good care of his soleus muscle, and it must not become a case of popularizing health science in the future.

Looking at Mackqin, who was quickly surrounded by his teammates in front of the penalty area, Zida thought to himself that this kid's talent was not wasted, he still knew how to play in midfield, should he be brought in at the end of the season?

After thinking for a while, he shook his head again, Barcelona's offer to him had already confirmed his position in the transfer market, and it was impossible to bring in young players.

But the first team Calderon and Schuster, their own influence is not great, and the presidential election will start next year, Calderon is targeting Kaka, as well as Manchester United's Cristiano Ronaldo, Mackin is not comparable to them in terms of personal influence, after all, he has debuted less than a year.

Maybe if Liverpool can win the Champions League this year, Calderon will take Mackin into account.

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"Mark was completely surrounded by the crazy Liverpool players," it took a while for McManaman's man and voice to pop out of the TV screen, as he had just been scurrying around the room.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "In the group stage of the Champions League last year, his shocking side hook, counting the seconds to equalize Marseille, I still remember it vividly, his football is a performance, it is a conquest, I don't know about others, but I have conquered me"

"Also, come on Mark, bring back the Champions League Golden Boot to Liverpool", he said with his fist clenched into the camera, after all, not every time in the Champions League he has the opportunity to brush up three goals in a big game, this year is the perfect opportunity.

The squad finally dispersed as the game continued, and Arsene Wenger, surrounded by shock and frustration, finally came to his senses and made the right decision.

He just realized that he had made a stupid move, why did he play a back three, which was completely to give control of the midfield, and the front field could not hold Liverpool down with just two technical midfielders, so they were easily besieged by Liverpool.

He waved his hand and hurriedly asked Walcoat to warm up, this kid couldn't bear it for a long time, and his performance on the field stimulated him to have a strong desire to fight, they are roommates of the national team, can they meet happily in the future?

Arsenal's players were completely stunned, and when they restarted, their morale was extremely low, while Liverpool were in full swing.

With the flag-waving and shouting of the audience, the soldiers pressed in!

'Flamini, almost tackled by Torres, Senderos, no spot, gave Klich, Gerrard came up, a flying tackle blocked his big foot off the touchline, Arsenal conceded another goal in the last five minutes of the first half, the game could be over," said Petersen.

Arsene Wenger was anxiously directing his players from the sidelines, and the substitutions would not be changed until the second half, and they had to get through for a few minutes.

Klich's ball to Adebayor was rounded by Carragher and headed towards the touchline, where Arbeloa quickly ran over and swept past the retreating Mackin before going out of the touchline.

"Toot", the referee blew for a halt to the game.

This time, Diabi learned to be obedient, his two long legs were firmly stuck in Macqin, and he didn't care about the ball at all, just a pusher.

Mark shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "They seem to be using cutting tactics", Lucas, who came over to tee off, said, I'm dizzy, I'm not a big shark.

Lucas nudged the ball to Mackqin, who took a step near the centre circle before three men came around him and passed the ball to Enrique on the wing.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he rushed forward.

"Toot", the Hlebra man fouled, and it was Makqin who fell to the ground again, and Kuyt took the ball that Enrique pushed straight into from the side with his back and gave him a kick back.

He was just about to get the ball to turn when Hleb grabbed him by the shoulder and brought him down.

"Oh, it's rare to see Arsenal like that, they're completely like the middle and bottom of the Premier League right now, and they have to foul to stop Liverpool's attack," Peterson said with a smile on his head.

'Frankly, if I were Arsenal, I would do the same,' McCay said with a laugh, 'Liverpool are crazy at the moment, they ...... Look at the ball, Mark takes a free kick quickly."

With this unexpected attack, the scene suddenly became tense again, and Mark did not entangle with the referee at all after he got up, put the ball away, and passed it to Lucas who came up to answer with one kick.

Before Arsenal could react, Mackin received the ball knocked back by Lucas and sent a long pass across the pitch directly to the right side of the Arsenal penalty area.

"Gerrard ......", Peterson shouted, "volley......"

"Oh ......", there was an exclamation in the stands, and the ball flew out at a speed invisible to the naked eye, grazing the side net in the dead corner of the near goalpost, and flew out directly, by a fraction.

"Liverpool went crazy, it was Gerrard's heavy shot again, and Klich was completely thrown off by him"

There was a gust of wind in front of the Arsenal goal, Almunia's heart was beating suddenly, he didn't have time to react to the shot just now, if it was ...... the right point, he wouldn't dare to think about it.

'Now Arsenal can't even kick the goal, Almunia has to make a big kick, Enrique and Hleb are fighting for position, Lucas is back, he controls the second spot,' Peterson explained.

Arsenal were back in full force, and even Bam Adebayor reluctantly returned to the 40-metre area of his side, because Arsene Wenger was almost throat burst on the sidelines.

Mack and Lucas were in control, patiently back-to-back on the periphery of Arsenal, and now they are facing a completely restrictive defensive formation on the 541.

Torres and Kuyt weaved left and right up front, looking for gaps, confident that the ball would come in time for them to get out of space.

"Enrique and Mark combined on the wing, Mark moved near the touchline, Diaby and Eboe came up, Mark kicked Lucas in the middle, the middle was empty, outstanding big picture ......"

Lucas stumbled straight into the penalty area and gently pushed his left foot to the right before Flamini came up, "Mascherano ......", Pietersen shouted excitedly.

"Uh......, if only Alonso had this kick", the horse was very imposing, but he kicked it and went straight to the corner flag with the instep of his foot.

"And, Mark, he's alert first," Peterson shouted again.

Half of the ball was almost out of the sideline, and the linesman next to him stared at the half that was still in the field, and Mackin finally struggled to catch up with the ball at the baseline.

As soon as he swung his calf, he used the inside of his left foot to make a small arc and went straight to the front point, and he also lost his balance and fell off the court.

Kuyt turned around and saw Makqin pursuing, so he quickly inserted it forward, and when the ball passed, he stopped and retreated, shook off Toure slightly, and shook his head directly with a lion.

"Kuyt, flick his header, Almunia ......, nice side save, one palm over the crossbar, he finally saved Arsenal once, now they are shaky"

"Oops," Kuyt sighed as he gave Makqin a thumbs up.

"The first half of the game was coming to an end when Liverpool's corner kick came out, and Arsenal could concede again at any time in the last few minutes, which is extremely embarrassing," said McCa.

"Defending, defending, man-to-man," Almunia shouted, slapping his face, he didn't want to swallow four bullets in the first half, Manchester United swallowed four bullets and the whole game.

"Toot, toot......"

With Mackqin's left-footed inspin ball confiscated by Almunia, the referee from the Netherlands looked at his watch and finally blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

Mackin walked directly from the corner area to the field, and his bench teammates who were warming up ran over to touch his head one by one, and the stands next to him were completely applauded.

It was a heroic treat, and Alonso and his agent Santos on the VIP stage also stood up to applaud him with the audience, and then left their seats and went to a private room......

Recently, I have been rewarding and so on to open a single chapter and thank you separately, so I won't list them one by one in the chapter, thank you.