"Mr. Benitez, is there any contradiction as to why you didn't let Mark start?"

'Mr Benitez, you conceded an away goal, do you still have the confidence to beat Chelsea at Stamford Bridge to reach the last four?'

"Mr. Benitez, how is Mark now, will it affect his next game?"

"Mr. Benitez, Mark equalised for Liverpool when he came on as a substitute at the end, do you regret being late?"

The press room at Anfield was noisy after the game, with international journalists raising their arms and asking a variety of questions, mostly focused on his line-up and use of Mark.

The game was over, Liverpool were held to a 1-1 draw at home by Chelsea, and although they avoided the fate of Anfield, they also lost the lead in the final.

There are too few teams that dare to attack at Stamford Bridge, but now that they have conceded an away goal, Liverpool have to attack again.

There is a way to miss the first move and be frustrated step by step, and the fog has begun to envelop them from the moment they lose the ball.

Benitez didn't know that Mackqin's final goal didn't make Liverpool completely desperate, but the game is like this, and victory can't always be on your side.

He held the microphone and said calmly: "There is no problem between me and Mark, I didn't let him start today just for tactical considerations"

"But I didn't seem to be happy with the look on his face the whole game, especially after the goal, I rarely saw him...... Well...... Such a crazy celebration, as if to vent", the reporter just now immediately said.

Benitez gave him a disdainful look, "Are you a psychologist?" Why are you here, and how do you know Mark is upset? He broke the record today and couldn't be happier."

"Do you still have any hope of reaching the finals three times in four years?" , another reporter asked.

'We've been to Stamford Bridge a lot and we've won there and it's not an unbeatable place, it's 90 minutes and it's not an insurmountable gap to score away goals......

In the dressing room, Makqin was wrapped in thick gauze on his head, lying quietly on the massage table in the back room, after he scored, there were only two or three minutes left in the game, and the managers of both teams used a tactical substitution each, and this little time was wasted.

Mackin went straight into the locker room from the sidelines, and the team doctor told him that his chest was fine, that he had three stitches on the wound on his head, and that he had a slight concussion, so he paid more attention to rest these days.

Sami Lee told him that Benitez had given him three days off and that he would not be in the squad for a league trip to Birmingham City in three days' time, leaving him to recuperate at Liverpool.

Although he scored a goal and vented during the celebration, he felt a little lost when he returned to the locker room, maybe the process was not so painful.

As a veteran Reds who had experienced the ups and downs of the 21st century for Liverpool in his previous life, the Benitez period was one of the few peaks they could remember and look back on, and he came back with a little nostalgia and reverence, only now that he realized that their philosophical differences were almost irreconcilable.

"Mark," Gerald asked, pushing open the door and entering, "don't you really need us to send you back?" ”

Mark Qin propped himself up and shook his head, and said with a smile: "My girlfriend and uncle will pick me up in a while, don't worry, captain"

Gerald nodded and said with concern: "Then you have a good rest these days"

……

"Kicker": Benitez lined up his troops to leave a defeat, why not abandon the killer of the strong team?

The Times: The Blues celebrate and return to Stamford Bridge with confidence.

"Marca": The other three top three in the Premier League, all died at the hands of one person, his name is Mark!

Daily Sport: How many more records can he break?

Not many people care about the victory or defeat of these two teams, because they have long been tired of watching in the past few years, and it is not surprising who wins and who loses, and the public is even more curious about locker room gossip than the former.

All kinds of gossip flew around, one would say that Mackin and Benitez had a heated quarrel in the dressing room, another would say that Mackin asked for a transfer, and another would say that although Benitez won the league, he had completely lost his prestige in the locker room and would be dismissed at the end of the season.

Liverpool, who have always been united, seem to have suddenly erupted through this fuse, but this is all hearsay, and Melwood is still very quiet.

"Cristiano Ronaldo, Cristiano Ronaldo, Goal... al… Al......, uh, he's offside, the goal doesn't count"

"Messi, Messi, beautiful getaway, Van der Sar has a meritorious service, he saved this kick and must score"

Makqin was lying on the sofa, with a pair of smooth white thighs on his head, evenly slender, more than enough to be a model, but he would not be willing to show others.

"Don't score, don't score......" he muttered as he watched the ball.

"Poof", Isabella finally couldn't help it, "Honey, why are you so cute......, haha, laugh at me"

"Is there one? Your husband and I worked hard to overtake him, and I couldn't get out of the line of fire with minor injuries, how difficult it was."

"Yes, yes, you're the best", and then she said with concern, "But don't fight like this in the future, how dangerous it is, that's the head"

"Don't worry, it's not the head below", he licked his face and said, once this man and woman break through the defense line, this meat joke is simply Luoxia and the lonely bird flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky, which is unspeakable.

"Phew, I'm going to kill you"

Tonight's successful transformation of the Makqin prophet, successfully sealed the curse of Melo, Barcelona and Manchester United 0:0 to each other, Master Ma was very happy, and ate an extra bowl of dinner.

Two days later, Liverpool and Manchester United, both of whom started the game at the same time and were away at the same time, joined hands with the two brothers, and both drew with Manchester United, who drew 1-1 away at Blackburn Rovers and Liverpool drew 2-2 with Birmingham.

Liverpool really didn't take advantage of Birmingham this season, and last year they still relied on Makqin to come off the bench to win 1-0 at home, and now they are drawn away.

Manchester United looked at the five-point gap in three rounds, coupled with the fatigue of the journey, directly gave up most of the substitutes and focused all their energy on the second leg of the Champions League.

At this point in the season, Liverpool are just one step away from winning the league title and will win the next round if Liverpool win, or even if they don't win, but Manchester United don't win, they will win the title one round earlier.

Liverpool's final round is away and they will of course have to go all out to win the next round and keep the title at home, so you can imagine what it will be like at Anfield that day.

The 18-year foundation stone will begin on 4 May at Anfield, Liverpool.

……

Benitez raised his head behind the computer and looked fixedly at Mack Qin with a head of gauze, thinking inexplicably.

He didn't hear the disturbances from the outside world, he hoped that Mark would be diligent and not affected by those gossip, what did he mean by what he said just now?

"I can go into battle with an injury", I wanted to ask him to ask how the injury was, but he waited for such a sentence.

Is this blatantly asking for the main position with yourself? Or do you blame that you didn't let him play the main team, delaying him to compete for the top scorer in the Champions League?

He was irrepressibly angry in his heart, why did everyone have to go against me? Gerald yes, Lehra yes, and now you're here too?

Would you have won so many championships and accolades without me? I don't understand a trace of sadness in my heart, I have worked hard to watch videos day and night to study tactics, and when you play football for a few years, you understand everything?

Mackin did not shy away from Benitez's gaze, and after this direct confrontation, he finally stepped out of the box and began to look at football as an absolute professional player.

I have to fight for this Champions League top scorer, Jonathan also supports him to fight, if professional players can give up the honor at will, then is it still professional? It's good to be a fan.

Benitez nodded angrily, "I'll just give you half time, behave well, if it's okay, go out"

……

In May in England, the smoke of gunfire has gradually dissipated, and Master Ma's curse is still in effect.

In the second leg of Manchester United vs Barcelona, at Old Trafford, the home team relied on the veteran Paul Scholes's goal to defeat Barcelona 1:0 and advance to the final.

The next day, at Stamford Bridge, a sea of blue surges.

Here, the Devils are no less than Anfield, who are unbeaten at home in the league this season, drawing just six games, so you can imagine the power of this place.

And Liverpool want to be here, they have to press up from the first minute, this is their only way to live, but tonight luck is not on their side.

“Goal… al… Al, the monster Drogba, although he is over 30 years old, but the ferocity is still the same, Chelsea's quick side counterattack, Drogba Taishan pressed the top, a powerful header, Kalou's beautiful cross into the corner of the goal, in the 33rd minute, Chelsea took the lead"

'The second half is about to start, oh, we saw Mark come on as a substitute, Benayoun on the left, he still has a bandage on his head, he was his savior at Anfield, this time ......"

“Goal… al… Al, Didier Drogba again, he couldn't stop today, Frank Lampard's corner, a powerful header to break the game, 2-0, Reina didn't react at all, Chelsea kicked him into the final......

"With five minutes to go, Liverpool are still continuing their tenacious attack under the combing of Alonso and Mackqin, and they have not given up on ......"

'Mark, Mark, he had a nice reverse back turn and brushed past Makelele, scalpel through the ball, beautiful, Gerrard burst in, Terry, Terry, penalty, Terry tripped Gerrard, Liverpool won a penalty in the last three minutes of the game'

Gerrard walked to the penalty spot with the ball, and just wanted to put down the ball, as if he thought of something, so he turned around and walked to Mackin outside the penalty area, and handed the ball to him, "Mark, you come to penalize!" ”

"Me?" , he looked at Gerard in surprise, Carragher came over and patted him on the shoulder, "Go ahead, you deserve it"

Benitez saw this scene on the sidelines, and his face was pitch black!

Ronaldo saw this scene in front of the TV, and his face was dark!

"Oh? What's going on, Gerrard gave up the penalty to Mark and he wants to help Mark win this year's Champions League top scorer? Now Mark is only one goal ahead of Ronaldo, great friendship, great legacy......"

Mackin held the ball with a determined face and walked to the penalty spot, it was the first time he had taken a penalty in the game, but he was not nervous, if this was the end, let him come more beautifully.

This season they have gone through the wind, through the rain, over the swamp, over the dangerous peaks, and this is not the end of loneliness, but the beginning of the next one.

He set the ball and took three steps back, staring firmly at Cech, making eye contact with him.

You, you can't pounce......

"Dut", the fireworks by the Mersey River "bang", Cech gambled on the right side, only to kick out, he regretted it.

The ball is like a rainbow after the rain, flying leisurely, crossing the starry sky, with a smile of hope and relief, hanging down in the center.

"Spoon penalty, spoon penalty", like a gentle breeze, the sky is high...... The clouds are light.