At the moment when the ball went into the net, Makqin gave birth to a huge sense of happiness from the bottom of his heart, about to swell, what is more happy than scoring a goal, of course, it is beautiful.

Most of Mack's goals are beautiful, which has to do with his style of play, which is mainly skillful, but it is not often that he is as beautiful as today.

He spread his arms like a crying petrel through the wind and waves, soaring through the skies of Old Tlafford free and flying.

Let the storm come harder!

"Ah~~", Liverpool fans hugged each other, no longer shouting, but screaming, happiness came so suddenly, suddenly they didn't dare to imagine.

This is Old Trafford.

Opposite was their sixteen-year-old rival.

There is also a gnashing of teeth and helplessness of Ferguson.

However, before half-time, they took an incredible 2-0 lead, and Prince Anfield's two-legged wave made the dream a reality.

Lucas and Aurelio on the bench all held their heads with incredible expressions on their faces, which may be a wonderful performance that has not been seen once in a season in the entire Premier League.

Four-two thousand pounds, Fernand looked helplessly at the flying Mack, this is a kind of technical conquest, which makes people unconsciously give birth to a kind of respect in their hearts.

Van der Sar sat on the ground with his hands on his knees, and if he had just started with remorse for his carelessness, now he was a powerless frustration, extremely disappointed.

"God is coming to Old Trafford", Peterson's face flushed with excitement, "God is coming to Old Trafford~~", he roared loudly, "He is God tonight!" ”

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer and McManaman only felt a bright star shining in the sky and descending on earth.

"Mark Qin ......", Zhan Jun is rare and can't organize his language, a Chinese star, playing at such a level, has exceeded the limit of his imagination.

On the domestic Internet, in various fan groups, all of them are "lying grooves", and there is also a worship icon, swiping the screen, occupying the screen, dominating the screen!

"Goal~~~~~", the cry of the goal finally came out of the mouths of the commentators of various countries, "Mark, Mel twice, an unbelievable lob ......"

"Roar~~~~", the flying Mark was pulled down by his team-mates who finally caught up with him, layer upon layer, who could have imagined that they could achieve such a result at Old Trafford in the first half.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Wayne Rooney lowered their heads, a little confused, they were just scored two goals? It's not that we didn't play well, it's not that we made mistakes, it's too brutal.

Inhumane!

Ferguson felt a little uncomfortable, he was extremely disappointed, this year's championship was about to fly, and he wanted to create another 99 years of glory, but the hope was slim.

Queiroz helped him back to the dressing room, he needs to take a break, otherwise what awaits Manchester United is a rout on all sides this season, and Ferguson absolutely cannot accept it.

Old Trafford has never been so quiet in many seasons, with the huge loss falling on their heads tonight as it did to KOPs.

That kind of pain, it hurts to the heart.

……

"Oh? We saw Sir Alex Ferguson go back to the dressing room first, and Clattenburg's half-time whistle hasn't blew yet, so there should be two or three minutes left, what's going on? Zhan Jun said questioningly.

Zhang Lu pondered for a while and said: "Maybe he was too disappointed in the first half, he needs to go back and think about what to do in the second half first"

Zhan Jun smiled, "What else can you do when you meet such a Mackqin?"

After Queiroz sent the old man back, he immediately returned to direct the game for the master, and there was no tactical arrangement, just dragged it until halftime.

Benitez also looked confused, not knowing what was going on, but it was better for him to go back, and it was better not to come out in the second half.

The fourth referee raised the stoppage time sign, and two minutes later, the Liverpool players slowly walked back to their own half after celebrating, and Mark Qin stretched his crumpled clothes and gave a thumbs up to the camera, and the sun was shining.

This time there was no more cursing and boos in the stands, except that the east stand was still boiling, and there was silence and silence elsewhere.

Even if they lost to the city's sworn rival Manchester City, they have never felt so bad, and this time it is the feeling that the throne is overturned by the most hated person.

While waiting for the restart, many people realized that Torres had not returned......

"Huh? , what about Torres", Zhan Jun asked.

Makqin and Gerald also looked around, and they really didn't pay attention to the celebration they had just visited.

Moments later, they finally spotted Torres just outside the touchline, with the team doctor right next to him.

Torres couldn't cry or laugh at the moment, Made's ankle twisted, no one paid attention to me for a long time, all crazy.

He himself was not crazy, watching Mackqin's goal, he sat on the ground and lost himself, until his teammates began to celebrate, he felt a trace of pain coming from his left ankle.

When Vidic hit him just now, he held his left foot on the ground, lost his balance, and fell a little, but he didn't feel very serious, just a little uncomfortable, and this game is probably not going to be played.

"Huh? What's going on? Zhan Jun looked at the camera and finally cut to the sidelines, "Torres is injured?" ”

Gerald and Mackin hurried over, and Benitez was also nervous, and he had just noticed it.

After inquiring in front of him, Gerrard breathed a sigh of relief, it was not a serious injury, and Torres could not be missing in the league sprint, so he hurriedly made gestures to the coach's bench to make substitutions.

"F**K", Benitez scolded, thought about it for a moment, and asked Lela, who was on the bench, to hurry up and get ready to play.

Fortunately, the game was almost over, and Manchester United were happy not to restart, and Clattenburg had to stop the game when he saw that someone was injured, waiting for Liverpool's substitutions to end.

'It was a blow to Liverpool, they were just 2-0 up and they were in great form and then Torres was injured ......,' he said as he watched Torres go straight to the bench.

"He didn't go back to the locker room, and the team doctor put an ice pack on him, so it shouldn't be a major injury," Zhang said.

Liela came on, Kuyt got up front, and time was running out.

After the restart, Liverpool were in the quickest full-court press, and at the moment they were full of confidence and momentum, and they were going to tear their opponents apart when they were at their weakest.

United retreated all the way, without any desire to attack, and spent time directly at the back until the end of the game.

"The first half is over", said Peterson, "Torres' injury should have been an accident, I don't know if it affected the second half"

'It's definitely going to have an impact, Kuyt and Fernando Torres are not the same in terms of containment,' said McCa, 'and we'll see what the two managers do at half-time'

……

United's dressing room was silent now, and Ferguson didn't yell at him, with the team doctor telling him to keep his composure.

The team members all bowed their heads and looked listless.

Ferguson looked around the table, strangely not letting out his disappointment or anger.

He said calmly: "I don't blame you for what happened in the first half."

The Manchester United players raised their heads in surprise one by one, don't you blame us? Pinch me.

'Those were two powerless goals and all I can say is that you met Mark in great form, so I don't blame you,' Ferguson continued.

"But", his face finally turned stern, "where is our attack, Wayne (Rooney), Chris (Ronaldo), you know?" ”

The two of them lowered their heads a little in shame, and the two of them did shoot countless times in the first half, ending a lot of their team's attacks.

They are now Carrington's leading stars, and apart from Alex Ferguson, no one dares to accuse them on the field, even the two old goblins have to pay attention to their ways.

'Forget the score in the first half,' Ferguson said to himself, 'just remember that now they're going to take away our title here, this is Old Trafford'

"People are now riding on your heads, and you have not responded at all!"

"You are now like a clumsy clown in front of tens of thousands of people, and in forty-five minutes, all that awaits you is a laugh"

"Because you don't look like a championship team, fragile and vulnerable!" The gradual rush of words made Ferguson gasp a little, and he had to stop and breathe a few breaths.

"We're Manchester United, this is Old Trafford, think about it for yourselves here," he said, turning and beckoning the coaching staff out of the dressing room and standing outside the door.

"Alex ......", Ferguson stopped what Queiroz wanted to say, saying: "Now it's up to them"

……

"Fernando, are you okay with your ankles?" asked Torres with concern from many teammates in the dressing room on the other side.

"It's not a big problem, just rest for a few days", he said with a smile, the team is ahead, the championship is in sight, and he has no sense of loss in his heart that he can't play in the second half.

His team-mate tapped him on the shoulder and sat down to wait for the manager's arrangement, and Benitez was already standing with a spring breeze on his face.

"I have to say that you guys did a perfect first half", he said happily, "especially Mark, unbeatable"

"Huh~", someone immediately whistled in response, "I can't believe it, I think Van der Sar will have nightmares at night"

"Haha~", everyone laughed.

Mark Qin smiled and leaned against the cabinet, he himself did not expect to have such a perfect first half, thinking of those two goals, he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

It seems really beautiful...... Well, he nodded in his heart, it's true!

"But this is Old Trafford," Benitez said with a straight face as they waited for them to finish.

"I don't want to be the AC Milan team in Istanbul, do you want to?"

"No", "Of course not~"

"So you're going to play for me in the second half, Lila", he turned to him and said, "You just came on, how Dirk (Kuyt) defended in the first half, you can do it for me in the second half, otherwise I don't mind wasting a substitution"

Liela nodded, he didn't care about Benitez's tone to be able to play at such an important moment.

'Mascherano, you have to watch out in the second half, you have a yellow card on you,' Benitez warned.

"Understood"

"Our tactics remain the same, we still defend the counter-attack", he slapped at the end and said, "but Manchester United will definitely be more crazy in the second half, be mentally prepared to take the opportunity to kill the game completely"

"Kill Manchester United~", the crowd shouted.

……

"Hey, Mark's two goals in the first half", the two fans in the bar who were drinking their eyebrows fluttered, "Awesome"

One of them drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "This game can be won in the end, even if Mark sleeps with my girlfriend in the future, I won't blame him"

"Snort", "Poof", "Fuck off, you can find a girlfriend first......", "Haha", there was a commotion in the bar, all of them were teased by this secondary two young man.

"Stop yelling", someone suddenly said, "Look, the players are out, the second half of the game is about to start"

Mackin and Kuyt walked to the field while chatting, and in the second half, the two of them teamed up, and they definitely had to talk about each other's cooperation.

Kuyt and Torres have different characteristics, he is not as fast, but his back is better than Torres, he is harder than Torres, so Macklin's corresponding passing and coordination will have to change.

A good midfielder is actually equivalent to half a coach, and he has to use different tactics according to the characteristics of his teammates.