At the Soccer City Stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa, the smoke rose like thunder, and the heart-rending shouts filled every inch and filled the entire night sky.

British fans have never been more crazy than ever, on the streets, in bars and office buildings, countless people have all put down everything they are doing at this moment, raised their arms, and shouted with emotion.

"Drip, drip, drip......", the car waiting for the signal light on the road instantly honked and sounded!

Everyone knows what is happening at the moment, watching the live broadcast, listening to the radio, and now there is only one reaction, no matter what was being done before, which is cheers!

Crazy cheers, cheers for your life!

"St Mark, St Mark ......", this cry echoed not only on the pitch, but also in every corner of England.

One goal to set the country!

Just a few minutes ago, everyone was on the lookout for themselves, everyone was terrified, the Spanish offensive was too strong, and they were slowly slipping into the abyss.

Unstoppable slipping.

They didn't have anything to do on the pitch other than that bit of physical impact.

The national team objectively reflects the overall level of football in this country, and the current comprehensive backwardness of English football is all reflected in this game.

The bloody facts are not refuted, and even many British commentators have written articles prepared for the defeat.

Capello's conservatism, Mark's silence, the roughness of English football, they can figure out thousands of reasons and all the media are good at that.

But there is only one reason to win, and that is not to lose.

No one wants to lose on the field.

So this Jedi counterattack-like performance, in addition to making them crazy and crazy, more importantly, made them fall into a dream and couldn't believe it.

Without any warning!

There is no mental construction, and preparation.

It's so abrupt!

Makqin suddenly came in the form of a savior, burning everyone's already fragile nerves, until they all cried, laughed, and went crazy, and were at a loss.

Football is damned, football, it's great!

"Lore, lore! St. Mark! Ah......", several people in the BBC studio have all lost their minds, and all that is left is to shout with their voices pulled and their faces flushed.

"Ah......", "F**K GOAL", "I LOVE MARK, I LOVE MARK"......

Blurry, dreamy, incredible!

The violent storm that rolled up in South Africa all summer reached its climax at this moment, blowing every corner of the world.

He became synonymous with miracles.

The Spanish commentators collectively lost their voices, still watching this scene in disbelief, watching the director replay the goal just now over and over again, endlessly!

Spain are on the offensive and their momentum is at its peak.

Then he suddenly jumped into the picture, took the ball, picked the side, and made two by two, even at this moment, many people did not realize the determination of the black-haired boy.

He didn't plug in the whole suppressed scene.

So they put more effort into blocking Wayne Rooney, blocking forward picks like Steven Gerrard, as they did for most of the game.

The 3232 formation, Bosque is really aggressive, or is the situation one-sided that makes him lose his last sanity?

Trying to kill the game in 90 minutes is like a very tempting piece of cake, and no one can resist watching the confusion and confusion of the British at their fingertips.

When Mackin made a one-two with Gerrard again, many Spaniards chuckled in their hearts, and the eyes of the originally frustrated British fans shone brightly.

The outside instep cushion past Alonso can be said to be the finishing touch of this series of processes, and the story officially enters the climax here.

They're a back three, Alonso is in the middle, what does it mean for him to be passed like this?

No one thought of this script, and no one would have thought that he would turn the tide in such a way at this time.

pulled up England, which had originally slipped into the abyss, and then kicked Spain down!

Turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain.

With a long run rarely seen in his career, Mackin paved England's path to glory, and it was his own!

Although it is true that he can't even get past 5 guys, although he also doesn't have that fancy dribbling skills.

But everyone has seen how he conquered the world in his own way.

His unbridled laughter became the best interpretation.

What football is, as long as you use the most correct way to send the ball into the goal, it is the best competitive football!

There is no way to replicate this road.

This path is unique.

"Great! I'm a big deal! Amazing, the king of the ball, Mark, this is completely a performance at the level of the king of the ball, no less than Maradona in 86, or even better than him", Huang Jianxiang's words were like a machine gun, and he kept bursting.

"He was born for football, no one can beat him, no one ......", he roared heartbreakingly, roared heartbreakingly, roared vividly.

Zhan Jun and Hao Haidong hugged each other fiercely, patting each other's backs hard, and no one understood what the mood of these countless people in China was at the moment.

If you want to talk, I only wish you a smooth road ahead!

"Oh my God......", Xiao Lizi crossed with one hand, "This is a performance that is even crazier than Jordan"

"Ah......h

"We did it, Mark did it!" Bobby Charlton was in tears, hugging Martin's hands trembling.

"See, Dad, I know, Mark must be able to do it, I know!" Odegaard's face was flushed and he screamed at the top of his voice, shaking his father to the point of breaking up.

Jonathan and Peter's fierce hugs, Emin and Issa's unforgiving, no words, actions represent everything.

The Queen of England and Prince William are now shining like a new light shining on their bodies, restoring their old glory.

Cheers, sparkles, silence and ecstasy, at this moment formed two completely different camps on the field, and the contrast was strong.

The Spanish players, on the field and on the sidelines, all looked at their backfield blankly, dazed.

Torres held his head, as if he had returned to the repeat of that year's Champions League final, what else could not be?

All the white rushed towards him.

Bosque raised his hand and couldn't put it down, he had forgotten it, so he kept the action of letting the players return to defense, stunned.

Cassie lay on the ground, staring blankly at the night sky, tears sliding uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes and her mind blank.

What about Mackline?

He's still laughing and slapping the lawn, he's happy, he's happy, he's so excited that he's about to blow it up!

Pique, Puyol, and Mackin collided violently in the end, and they were in pain, but all of them could not stop him from laughing unbridledly, and the tears of laughter were about to come out.

After being afraid, I encountered ecstasy, this great joy and sorrow, a few people were at ease, and they were on the verge of getting out of control without seeing the whole scene!

Pique and Puyol's legs were pressed under Mack, but they didn't react at all except staring blankly at the goal, just staring blankly at what was happening.

It's so fast, the situation is changing faster than they can imagine, and even beyond their comprehension.

How did all this happen and why did it happen?

It's just that now no one will give them an answer!

This classic scene will surely go down in the history of the World Cup, forever, forever......

"Ah......, Mark", it was Steven Gerrard who was the first to run, and he was about to pounce on the car and then braked the car because there were two other Spanish players below.

Then Rooney, Frank Lampard, Barry and many more people, including Joe Hart, were around the three.

Makqin laughed wildly, and they roared along, not bothering with this special way of celebrating.

The live broadcast camera has been shrouded in this weird picture, one person affects the hearts of thousands of people, and the other affects the feelings of all beings.

"Haha, oops, haha", Mark Qin wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his hand, "Whew, ****", he turned his head left and right to look at Pique and Puyol, who were close to Chi Qi.

First at a loss, then the three of them were extremely embarrassed, and finally they were disgusted and eager to separate immediately.

"Hiss......", "hiss......", as soon as Ma Qin moved, there were two gasps next to him.

"Oops", seeing that Makqin wanted to stand up, Gerald and they immediately went over to help him up.

"Mark, my thigh is bleeding, team doctor, call team doctor", his teammates immediately waved frantically to the sidelines.

The live broadcast camera gave a close-up of the thighs of the standing Mack, two cuts from above the left and right knees, at least ten centimeters, and the blood was already pouring in.

His teammates quickly put him on the ground, and not only them, but Pique and Puyol covered their left ankle and the other their right ankle, and frantically called their team doctor.

"All three seem to be injured", Zhan Jun, who is still more professional, was the first to react, "Mark was cut in the thigh, Pique and Puyol seemed to twist their ankles, ......"

"Oh ......", the madness in the stadium fell silent when they saw this scene, and they all waited anxiously for the result.

The team doctors on both sides ran over frantically, and the England side hurriedly stopped the bleeding and bandaged Mackqin, "The skin trauma on the front of the thigh, the wound is not deep, and the problem is not big", the team doctor comforted Mackin who was lying on the ground while bandaging.

On the other hand, "Hiss, it hurts......", "Me too", when I felt it back, the pain in my heart immediately returned, and I was too focused on the goal just now.

The Spanish players surrounded them, "the ankle is sprained, it should have been pressed and twisted, and it needs to be taken to check the ligaments in depth", and the two team doctors shook their heads and said that they had to leave the field and would definitely not be able to continue the game.

"F**K", immediately a player looked not far away with resentment on his face, where there was also a circle surrounded by white clusters.

"Oops, no, it seems to be strained", as soon as the bandaged Mark Qin wanted to stand up, there was a pain on the back of his right thigh.

"Huh? Where? The team doctor put him down and immediately asked nervously.

"This", he touched the muscles on the back of his thigh, "it doesn't hurt if you don't move, it starts to hurt when you move just now"

"Here?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Bend your legs", the team doctor lifted his calves and bent his knees.

"It doesn't hurt, but you can't walk hard"

"Got it, it's supposed to be a muscle strain in the back of your thigh, did you feel when you shot just now?" , the team doctor asked again.

Mark Qin thought for a moment and shook his head, "I was too focused to pay attention, but I was almost out of energy at that time."

"It's probably due to fatigue, let's change people," the team doctor said, turning to the other team doctor.

When the three stretchers came up together, the audience was stunned, and the big screen began to repeat the moment when Mark Qin shot the goal.

Pique and Puyol's left and right tackles were clearly trying to block the shot, but they were still a step too late, and like Casey, they didn't expect Mackin to suddenly stab his toes in the middle of the run.

Then Mackin threw himself forward, and their feet also collided together, and almost at the same time, they were pressed under Mackin's thighs, and then the bodies of the three people collided.

When they got up, they became the virtues they are today!

Capello hurriedly arranged for Upson to replace Mack Qin on the field, and the team doctor walked up to him and said a few words, clearly feeling Capello's long sigh of relief.

"Don't say anything, go back to the locker room and deal with it first, we can't miss you when we receive the award!" , he held Mack's hand on the stretcher and said, Mackin nodded and gave him a smile back.

Bosque comforted the two main centre-backs on the stretcher in a depressed mood, then shook his head with a wry smile and sat back in the dugout.

Substitution, change a fart, he has used up the three substitution places, the general trend is gone, in vain......