"The east of the river goes to the waves, and the romantic characters ...... through the ages"

"The front wave dies on the beach......

"When I see him, I know I'm old......"

If Pirlo had been a literary youth or had read Chinese literature well, he might have had these sentences popping up in his head at this moment.

And in fact, he is indeed like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, sweet and sour, bitter and salty, and his heart is extremely complicated at the moment.

There is a sense of relief, a sense of powerlessness, and a sense of amazement.

The world will always belong to young people.

Every brother who suddenly comes up with this sentence in his mind can say to you very responsibly, buddy, you are old.

This era has progressed too fast, even if he is from Italy, the birthplace of the Renaissance, but in the world of football, in recent years, it is obvious that they are no longer the protagonists.

Pirlo looked at Mackin surrounded by layers of white on the sidelines, as if he was watching a round of sunrise......

Of course, this is just a metaphor, but Pirlo did breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, although there were too many surprises in this match, and it didn't go very smoothly.

However, he has done his best, and the current peak of Italy is like this, he can't rush up and kill all sides like Ronaldo and Mackqin, that's not Pirlo.

Because Pirlo, who played in the front midfield, was pronounced a death sentence as early as when he was just starting his career!

The midfielder is his world, and it is the place where he has made the world look sideways, but it turns out that in terms of hard power, they really can't beat England, especially in the last ten minutes.

He didn't even fully understand why they had just scored so suddenly become so passive, as if they were a level worse than England.

But Pirlo did see the best of Mackin and, as he said before the game, he would play his best against himself!

Pirlo was even a little jealous.

Jealous of why God gave Mackin such a good talent, those talents that he dreamed of.

He can strategize and scold Fang Xuan, but he rarely decides a game directly like Zidane, Messi, Mackqin and others, and his back-up deterrence has always been mediocre.

So Mack is simply the perfect template for the midfield in his opinion, the organization, the scheduling, the attack are all world-class, and even he appreciated his defense today.

Looking at the boy with his head wrapped in bandages, he was even a little strange when he thought back to seven years ago.

After this game, the world of football ......

It's going to dominate the world!

"Roar ......, Mark, God ......", listen to the frantic cries of the grandstand students, and see their fanaticism.

"Today is the ...... of God wrapped in a bandage", Lineker is almost out of words.

The time, the place, the people!

Maradona's glory was just beginning to spread like the world at the beginning of football, Michael Jordan became the spokesperson of the NBA's global strategy, so Marmelo was born in the post-supergiant era!

This era!

There was no Stoichkov, no troika, no Suk with his left foot playing the violin, no golden bombers, no crying English boys, no heartthrobs.

The aliens have been brought in, the stadium elves have fallen, and the bald king of the Bernabeu has retired.

It's like entering the Warring States from the Spring and Autumn Period, in this era when there should be no shortage of heroes and superstars, it suddenly makes people feel barren, like the football world, more and more like a big factory.

With blowouts and similar plays, it's hard to get a taste of the freewheeling scenery on the pitch in this day and age.

And today, it is a direct meeting between two old and new representatives of classicism, and Pirlo and they may feel a sense of relief in the future, because the name Mark ......

It would represent a style that was about to disappear, and then he brought that style to the top of football.

……

"Motta replaces Abate, Di Natale replaces Marchisio, Italy has to give it a ......go", Zhan Jun shouted, the whole stadium was already loud at the moment, and everyone was waiting for the final moment.

But apparently the Italians weren't going to bow their heads, and neither was Prandelli, and they played 343, a formation that seemed to Capello to be absolutely dead.

"Italy is going to play with ......", Zhang Lu also said the scene in a timely manner that everyone could see.

The addition of an Italian midfield spot to Motta's arrival would have taken some of the pressure off Andrea Pirlo, which might have worked if it had just started, but now ......

With four wingers and six of England's midfielders strangling, they are now ahead and naturally don't have to press the Italian back line.

"Gareth, keep the back, leave the front to us", Mackin said to Barry with confidence, he did not believe that Italy could finally come back to life.

Good luck can be one or two.

"Don't worry, I understand", Gareth glanced at Di Natale, who had just come up, equally confident.

It's a glory that none of them want to give up, even if it's a usually inconspicuous existence like Barry.

Pirlo is still making a final effort, and the confrontation between the two generations of masters at the beginning of the game is playing out again at this moment.

"Motta, hand it over to Balotelli, stop big, Gerrard, pass ......", Zhan Jun shouted, "Chiellini, it's dangerous, Ashley Young almost ...... offside"

"Oooo......oo England, bang, England ......", and at this moment, in the stands, there is no English fan still sitting.

They sang loudly, they sang and danced.

Even the whole of England was in a wild agitation at this time, as if the climax was coming.

Mack Qin made a tackle, and once again Pirlo had to protect the ball with his back, thus losing the opportunity to pass forward in the first place.

He could easily break through Pirlo, but not the other way around, which is perhaps the most fundamental gap between the two of them now.

It's the difference in style, but also the gap in age.

Pirlo quickly passed to Motta again and handed over control of the ball, and perhaps he could earn some space in the game with experience shaking, but now, time does not allow him to do so.

Macroqin's breath beside him could be heard, and he only now understood what Macroqin meant by giving everything to pay his respects.

"Mr. Ma is still pressing Pirlo with all his might", Zhan Jun said admiringly, "whether it was because of what he said before the game or the injury aroused his blood, but today, he really dominated the game"

"It can be called a century-old classic battle", Huang Jianxiang nodded and agreed, now, maybe England is already sure to win the championship, and everyone is waiting with a tacit understanding.

Italy? Unless a miracle happens!

Will there be any miracles? Balotelli probably thinks there will be, as well as Cassano and Di Natale.

Therefore, after receiving Motta's pass, Di Natale directly relied on speed on the side to break through, shaking off the passing space is an inverted triangle, and Cassano no longer has a hippie smile, but a rare seriousness.

"Cassano, he went in the ribs, Gerrard and Ferdinand closed the goal, he took it back, picked up the ball ......"

What he was looking for was Balotelli at the back point!

"Joe Hart, instant attack, single punch out of the ball", Huang Jianxiang shouted, is there really a miracle?

Barry, at the top of the penalty area, rushed to clear the ball with a header before Montolivo came up, which was also a ferry.

"Mark ......," Lineker shouted frantically.

"Mr. Ma ......", Huang Jianxiang also echoed loudly.

Even if they can't hear each other! You can't describe the speed of this moment, this is the handover of two eras!

Mackin knew that it was Pirlo behind him, so he rubbed his header, then quickly turned around, and instantly pulled Pirlo into a position, simple and rude.

"He actually used a ...... of his head", nonsense, Lao Tzu is injured on the bridge of his nose and not a skull!

On the other side, De Rossi has no time to return to his position, and the midfield, which is enough space to run horses, makes Macqin have difficulty in choosing.

But he still used the simplest and most effective way, but it was accurate enough!

"Deadly Sticking to the Ground and Plugging ......"

A white figure on the flank scurried in, and Welbeck unleashed his maximum speed.

That is, rush, rush, rush......

"It's another counterattack...... Italy's backfield is already in ruins, and there are ...... everywhere in the gaps," Zhan Jun shouted.

Everyone knew that once Welbeck's single knife was in, everything would come to an end.

So many commentators shouted frantically, as if they saw the moment when the door was finally completely pushed open, Barzagli and Chiellini desperately chased back, which was already a habit in the arena, even if it had little effect.

And Panucci, who should be in position, has been completely left behind by Mackqin's penetrating ball......

'Welbeck, into the box, Barzagli, smash ......, eh? Penalty kick? Penalty kick! Proenka pointed firmly at the penalty spot, it was indeed clear that there was no doubt that Barzagli hooked Welbeck, who was trying to shake off the space to shoot......"

Whether it was Lineker, Zhan Jun or others, they all announced the final death sentence in Italy in their hearts at this time.

"Who's going to take the penalty?" Lineker continued, "It should have been Mark, but he's already scored a hat-trick and maybe he'll ......"

After all, this is the final, everyone wants to score, and he thinks maybe Mackin will play a little bit of spirit.

But this time Mackin won't!

"No", Wilson shook his head and said, "This is Mark's chance to tie the single-goal record, he won't let it, sure enough, ......"

Markin walked over firmly to hold the ball, and Welbeck, who rushed up, nodded, without explaining anything.

There is no need to explain, there is no need to explain.

"Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma is coming to punish? Is he going to be a senior happy? No, he's going to tie Platini's single-game record of 9 goals! Zhan Jun shouted frantically as if he had suddenly reacted.

And Huang Jianxiang also echoed excitedly, "That's right, yes, moreover, Ma has scored goals in the game, this is a new history, Mackin followed the World Cup to tie Ronaldo's record, and this European Championship he caught up with Platini!" ”

"Mark ......"

"Mark ......"

The name, after today, is destined to become a symbol, a symbol, an identity of football.

Gerrard is now outside the box, it's like watching a legendary story, this story, which began with Kobeck, today, has reached its peak!

If it was a dream, he would rather never wake up again!

Not only him, when Mackin walked to the penalty spot with the penalty, except for some Italian fans, everyone in the stadium stood up!

Isabella and Jonathan clapped as they wiped their tears, and this was no longer a penalty, but a monument like Everest, a kind of reverence.

Buffon sighed and stood in front of the goal again, Proenka looking at Mackin with sparkling eyes.

I saw him touch the gauze in the corner of his eye, and then the moment he whistled, he ran, and then ......

The ball flew up gently.

Beyond Buffon, who pounced in vain to the right, he looked extremely ......

Well, classic.

"Spoon...... Spoon ......"

"Spoon penalty, Mark, a new record is born, a new European Cup winner is born, a new legend is born......"

Mark ...... Mark ......"

"Roaring ......", white, eyes full of white, this crazy surging white, crazy white like drunk.

Dazzling white, size 18.