How many people's fates can be changed in one game, 90 minutes, this game is enough to tell everything.

Its subsequent effects could even change a country in some areas, at least England.

The Portuguese under the dark red jersey left the stadium lonely, including Mourinho in the stands, their loneliness seemed incompatible with the carnival at the moment.

Ronaldo rejected Ferdinand's courtesy reassurance, holding back tears from the corners of his eyes, humiliation, defeat, and outright defeat, even though he didn't win against Mack Qin very often.

But never has it hurt so much!

He represents Portugal and Mackin represents England, and never before has he been so direct and straightforward!

The winner is the king, and the loser is the loser!

He was never afraid of failure, otherwise he would not have achieved what he is today, but how many four years are there in his life?

In the camera, Ronaldo walked into the passage lonely, and then the director quickly turned to the field as if he was afraid of missing any shot.

There are revelry England players!

"Dad, I think I have to go to Ukraine", Isabella sat on the sofa and watched the live broadcast, brushed her hair and said, to say that as a girlfriend, at least compared to those English ladies group, she is still very "incompetent".

The wives of those players want to be in the stands every day, or in the newspapers in Manchester, London, and Isabella and Mackin are really low-key in this respect.

"You should have gone a long time ago", Maders snorted a pipe, "learn from your mother, Mark is your career, it's okay to stay with me as a bad old man......"

Five years ago, he could not have imagined that he would end up investing in football, and that his daughter would marry a football superstar, and everything seemed to have taken a big turn after he arrived at Liverpool.

"This is his business, I know him, and he knows what I'm doing......" Isabella said, rising and pulling back the curtains, where there were only sporadic lights and a vague sense of the central square celebrating England's victory.

After all these years of staying by Mackqin's side, she was almost numb to victory, as natural as eating every day.

It's not as much of a country as London, and it's more of a big country than Manchester a hundred miles away, but it means a lot to him.

So she started running before and after two years ago, in the football industry, she can not help him much, but at least he can be more worry-free when he comes back one day.

"Isa, you've grown up......", old Maders looked at the still jubilant TV picture, the man who was firmly locked by the camera had also grown up.

He smiled with relief, it was a blessing for his daughter to find such a son-in-law, and it was also a blessing for himself, not because of his superstar brilliance, or the wealth that has increased exponentially in recent years, but because he was a reliable man.

Five years, almost insulated from scandals, and even in the eyes of the outside world, compared to his wealth and status, he lived like an ascetic.

"My baby ......", the old man paused, and he also felt a trace of uneasiness in his daughter, Ma Qin, now he is standing too high, and the height is a little out of reach.

It is like a British national treasure! He even went to learn more about Gascoigne more than ten years ago, and he was even better.

What is Gascoigne's life? Messy, alcoholics, marijuana, grumpy, spanking girlfriend......

This symbol, called "Mark", made her feel more and more unreal, despite the fact that she was with her every day.

What will happen to him after he wins this time? She doesn't have to think about it, she can feel it, but I'm just an "ordinary" girlfriend.

"Baby......", the old man put his arm around his daughter's shoulder from behind and patted him gently, "You have to understand that there is no perfect thing in this world, and it is not all glamorous......

"Love is a ...... that needs to be managed"

Issa gently rested her head on the old man's shoulder and said softly, "Dad, I know, sometimes, I just think...... I think he's going too fast, so fast that it's ...... I can't keep up a bit."

"Fool", Madells smiled, at this age, many men and women are still in love, but they have been together for almost five years, and they are facing something completely different from ordinary people.

As a person who has come over, he knows that the novelty has passed at this time, and it will be more tacit understanding and habit in the future.

"The fact that my daughter who can make me so good is not confident, it is enough to show that Mark is indeed very good......"

"Daddy ......", Issa pouted and turned back to her dad to coquettishly, "You still make fun of me......"

"Hehe", Maders touched his daughter's head dotingly, "Go ahead, you haven't been without him during this kind of major competition, have time to go back to Switzerland and talk to your mother, I think she will teach you a lot"

"Hmmm......"

"Wow, Mark, Mark, St. Mark......", and the decibels that punctured the eardrum came over the TV.

"Congratulations on winning the Player of the Match, you once again led the team to the feat of reaching the final......", countless microphones almost stuffed into Mackqin's mouth.

And Mackin was waving his hand to interact with the fans in the stands, who were shouting his name like crazy.

"We're confident, we're not afraid of any team, our goal is to win the title, the title ......," said the other England players interviewed not far away.

"It's a breakthrough, I don't want to get into any fate or previous history, but as you can see, we're strong enough and that comes from solidarity ......"

Makqin said confidently in front of the camera that if there is an element of luck against Spain, then in this game, they completely played with their confidence.

"Portugal is not a weak team, you can win so easily, is there any special preparation before the game?" , the journalist asked.

"No, it's not easy at all", Makqin shook his head against his will, "Most of their main players are playing for giants from various countries, but we are more mature, we put pressure on them, block their arrowheads, and the results show that we are doing well......"

"Hey, Mark", an extremely beautiful female reporter squeezed the microphone in regardless of the image, "now they all say that you are the greatest player in England's history, the savior of England, the whole of England thinks you are a national treasure, 4 days later, will you take LinkedIn Gran to crown the crown they have never touched?" ”

Mackin shrugged his shoulders, "There is a proverb in the East, there is never a savior in this world......"

"But whether it's against Germany or Italy, I think it's not so much about them that they're worried about England right now."

Loew and Prandelli both listed Mackin as their number one enemy at the moment, and they saw with their own eyes how Portugal let him play today.

Although after 4 days, only one of the two of them was able to stand in front of England and Mackchen......

"Tsk", Nasser of the Qatar Bureau looked at the spectacle off the field, and couldn't help but sigh at Macqin's situation, wherever he goes, it will bring earth-shaking changes to wherever he goes.

For example, Atletico Madrid in the past two years!

"I think we need to renegotiate a contract", he didn't look back, but there was only one person in this private room, Mackqin's royal agent, one of the most powerful figures in football right now, Jonathan, who is neck and neck with Mendes!

"Thank you for your generosity", Jonathan replied with a smile, looking at the field equally smug, "but you know, Mark has his own insistence when it comes to the length of his contract"

"Uh-huh, I understand", Nasser nodded frequently, "but I don't think the current contract is worthy of his status......"

What do Qatar and Atletico have? The answer is money! And very rich! Extraordinarily rich!

Everyone knows how Mackin came to Atletico Madrid in the first place, Nasser just wanted to make some emotional investment early, after all, through the understanding of the past two years, Macqin is an emotional person.

"I think he'll receive a kind ...... from the club," Jonathan said with a smile, a bit of Jiang Taigong's fishing Enron.

"I heard that Real Madrid wants your Bale?"

"Oh?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow, "What, is Atletico also interested?" But as far as I know, Ancelotti doesn't think that much of Bale......"

Real Madrid actually promoted this not Mourinho, but the former king of the Bernabeu, Zidane.

"Bale has a lot of potential, Atletico are the top giants right now, naturally only the top stars can deserve ......"

Jinyuan football is becoming more and more prosperous now, even if UEFA spends a lot of effort to balance, but this general trend, they still can't stop it, there are only a few stars, and there are more and more rich people.

Whoever can grab it, it counts!

And last year, Atletico Madrid lost to Bayern Munich in the Champions League semifinals, Ancelotti later summarized internally, and also felt that Atletico Madrid lacked a strong winger or center, and now Atletico Madrid's front court is too small and fast, and some single.

The Champions League title is a goal that Mackin has set out within the team at the end of the season, and it is something he is bound to win, and he has spoken that the club and Carlo Ancelotti must be cautious.

He has only played in one Champions League final, which is too inconsistent with his current status, and he owes it to Atletico Madrid.

"Mark, Mark ......", Mark Qin, who walked into the passage and was about to go back to the locker room, heard someone call him.

"Mark, I'm sorry", the extremely beautiful reporter trotted all the way over with his little high heels, sweaty, and took advantage of the fact that there were not many people around the corner, and quickly handed over a business card from his hand.

"Mark, this is my business card, I hope there will be a chance to interview you after the game, I will be waiting for ...... at any time", after saying that, he threw a wink and turned around and left.

Ma Qin subconsciously took the business card, his head was inexplicable, and when he raised his hand, there was a string of mobile phone numbers and hotel room numbers on the back of the business card, which were carefully written at a glance.

"Tsk", he checked it, and saw a trash can next to him, grabbed the small card in his hand and flew straight in.

"Daughter-in-law, hurry up and escort you, someone is coming to pry your corner again......", he muttered and walked to the locker room.

I haven't seen him for half a month, he really misses Isabella, except for the Emin family, Issa may be the most real witness of his existence in this world, so that every morning when he gets up, he can confirm that what happened to him is more than just a dream.

It's real, it's real, it's tangible, it's visible, some people rejoice for him, and some people worry about it.

"Bang, hula......"

"Haha, we're in the finals......"

As soon as he entered the locker room, it was inevitable to have a fight, and at the press conference not far away, Capello couldn't hide his smugness and was talking.

"But tomorrow it will be Germany or Italy who will reach the final, they will have to face the strongest England, the strongest ever"

'Frank Lampard? Do you see that he came off the bench and was not satisfied? It's just a tactical need and we're very united! ”

"Mark, yes, I can't praise him enough, he finished another classic game, he scored the crucial first goal and let us ......"

"Wow......", Isabella tightened her seat belt, and the plane slowly took off, flying to the land of glory......