The Stadio Olimpico in Rome, at this time, on the northern outskirts of the city, shines like a polar star and boils like a volcano.

The sky in the eastern hemisphere is already cloudy, but the sky in the western hemisphere has just entered the darkest night, facing the sun and night, hundreds of millions of people have fallen into complete madness.

Here, like a fierce beating heart, pumping passionate blood to all directions, because here, it is the Champions League final, just now, Liverpool in Rome for the third time, Europe is the king!

3:2, this is a quasi-lore and anti-lore script.

Reversal has officially become synonymous with Liverpool, Barcelona, Chelsea, are not on their side, many people think that they should be eliminated by Barcelona in the semi-finals, and the final can not be done by Chelsea, who has reached the final for two consecutive years.

However, they have done it now.

If Kaka was a god in the 07 season and Ronaldo in the 08 season, then the Champions League in 09 belonged to Mackqin, and they almost all single-handedly sent the team to the championship throne, especially Kaka and Mackin are the most obvious.

11 goals in the knockout round, slaughtered Real Madrid, sent away the Yellow Submarine, sniped Barcelona, and finally, reversed Chelsea, although his performance in the league was much worse than in the Champions League, but with this trophy, it was enough for him to forge a godhead at Liverpool.

Mackqin, from today, he is officially marked with the seal of Liverpool, just like Gerrard after Istanbul, not only because he came from the academy, but because he officially became the flag.

The runway under the Liverpool stands was already overcrowded, with countless people surrounding, teammates hugging each other excitedly, and the Mackin who no longer knew whether to cry or laugh.

His emotions are completely out of control, but I don't know how many people are out of control tonight.

"Mark, Mark, listen, we're the champions", "We're the fucking champions", "Damn the champions"

Too many people gathered around him, surrounded by a large area of journalists, and the night in Rome was no less than in Istanbul.

There were really flames in the stands, tears in general, and the Reds fans were already bursting with tears streaming down their heads.

Just ten minutes ago, they were ecstatic, but this is football, this is competition.

Here, there is always a fine line between heaven and hell, only one step, only a moment!

But that's what makes it fascinating, and that's what you can't see in your ordinary life trajectory, wonderful.

And the ups and downs that you can't enjoy!

"The game is over, it's really over", Zhan Jun just recovered from that absolute brain congestion, and his whole body seemed to have lost a trace of strength, "Liverpool-style victory"

"It's Istanbul again", Zhang Lu also breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't be as passionate and heroic as a young man when he was old, and he hurt his body, "Mark Qin is a god"

The words from the lips of an old footballer can weigh the weight of this championship and the status of this fabulous knockout performance of Mackin in the past.

Yes, for Liverpool, a troubled club, for whatever reason, they have now relived the glory of the Shankly era, and this generation will be remembered.

Three finals in five years, two Champions League wins, one league title, one FA Cup, one League Cup, can already compose an era and a brilliant song.

Benitez, Hyypia, Carragher, Gerrard, Alonso, Kuyt, Mackin and many, many more, they will be written into monuments, written into history.

Although this is just a sport, although this is only a club with a population of less than a million, when it comes to football in the future, Liverpool during this period will definitely be among them.

Ray was already crying incoherently, as well as McManaman and Owen in Newcastle, what did we miss and what did we witness.

Abu left the table angrily, and the big man who was more than 1.9 meters rubbed his red eyes and left gloomily, as well as Guardiola in disguise, Zidane, Mourinho, with all kinds of different thoughts.

In the midst of this hustle and bustle, turn around and leave!

Tonight, there is only one person, and that is Anfield, Prince of the Red Army, Mackchen.

Hiddink rubbed his numb face vigorously, just recovered from that shock, these four minutes, he can remember for a lifetime, this 18th, he can also remember for a lifetime.

He wanted to step up to the pitch but there was a stiff feeling in his legs, and his way to Chelsea was over, and he had no doubt that, in his style, only the title could save him.

It's not just the FA Cup, it's the Champions League!

At most, he is second to Mourinho, and even Mourinho is gone, so why should he not go?

Only the tortured temperless Abu will really accept a master of anti-rebellion, his name is Conte, but Hiddink will definitely not be able to wait for that time.

Barcelona can't erase Cruyff, Real Madrid can't erase Zidane, Manchester United can't erase Ferguson, and Chelsea can't erase Mourinho.

It's their casting of a team's style, that's their calling card, that's who they are.

It was Terry who got up first, and with tears in his eyes, he dragged up his crying teammates one after another, saying that it was meaningless for us to come back next year.

Once again, they fell in front of the trophy at the last moment, and both times they reached out and touched it, and then the trophy cruelly ran away from them and ran towards the red embrace.

There are no more strife on the green field, and there are only eleven lonely players facing a cruel fate.

Then write, a song of ice and fire.

"Congratulations to Liverpool, congratulations to Mark", Peterson, Lineker, Julie, and countless media people said this sentence at the same time, fourteen goals, the most in the Champions League in recent years.

It was an epic season for Liverpool and for Mackqin, a fairytale full of red immortality as they had a new strong heart.

"Mark, Mark, say something", Makqin, who finally got up, was instantly surrounded by a full range of black microphones.

Everyone was waiting for his first words, and they all thought that Messi would be the god of the Champions League this season.

He wiped his face, which was a mixture of sweat and tears, and the excitement in his heart still could not be calmed.

He once again subverted history, a greater history, and who can understand this kind of pride.

"The gods shine on Liverpool!" He shouted into the microphone, then he cut through the crowd and went with his teammates to enjoy the moment with the fans.

Gods? Who is God? Him? Gerrard? Torres?

There are many people who are gods in the first game, and it is not without people who are gods in one season, well, he is a god in the Champions League this season, and no one will care about this at this time.

The victors are always greeted with revelry and flattery.

"Great", "Mark, amazing", "It's just a god-like show", one by one teammates excitedly hugged him, and blue had already left the field.

The staff on the field were setting up the podium, and Platini came to the sidelines playfully, the game was not as dull and boring as he imagined, and the final audience should exceed 500 million.

But the Premier League is also unbearable.

"Luca", "Mark", the two hugged each other excitedly, "We are the champions!" "Champion!"

There were also Bruno and Valle, who were in a different mood than others.

For them, it's a dream.

"Mark, thank you", at this time Sammy Lee and Hugh McAuray walked over, and Sammy Lee opened a palm.

"Five times, I've won the Champions League five times, I'm a legend too, haha", he laughed, "Liverpool legend"

It is indeed a living legend, Liverpool has only taken it six times in total, he has witnessed it five times, and he will be a living museum in the future.

"Haha", there is no need for many words at this moment.

"Five years ago", Peterson's voice sounded again, "it was Reds captain Steven Gerrard who led Liverpool to do a miracle, that day he caught a boy who jumped from the stands, yes, he is now Mark"

"Today, this season, he led Liverpool to create another miracle, is this called the night of Rome?"

Whatever it may be called, it will be another classic final today, and he will once again let Liverpool take the continent by storm after five years because of this unyielding red.

"The stands have been built, Liverpool will usher in their most important and glorious moment, and your life will open a new chapter!" , McManaman shouted.

He had already figured out that in the summer he was going to make a film about two miraculous nights for Liverpool, so that this red spirit would live on forever.

"Audience friends, audience friends, soon, you are going to witness a great moment, the Champions League podium, will stand on the Chinese players for the first time"

"When will our football rise again and enjoy this glorious moment", Zhan Jun said emotionally, Zhang Lu did not answer, this topic is too heavy.

After changing their clothes, the Liverpool crowd lined up and went up to the stage one by one to receive the medals, which symbolized the club's highest honor.

Gerald, Carragher, Mackin ......

Platini patted Mackin on the cheek, hung the medal around his neck, and said with a smile: "Boy, you really surprised me, I hope you will continue to perform like this year in the future and give more wonderful performances to football"

The passionate singing sounded, and when everyone stood on the podium, Platini personally handed the St. Bride Cup into the hands of captain Gerrard.

"Come," he said to Carragher and Mackin beside him, both of whom understood, one holding the pedestal, the other holding the big ears, and then holding them high.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", the streamers flying all over the sky, "e are the champions...", the atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.

Countless flashing lights clicked in front of them, and tens of thousands of fans in the stands raised their arms and chanted in unison.

"Congratulations to Liverpool, the great Liverpool, who won the Champions League in 0809 and left another mark in the history of world football"

On May 28, 2009, the sixth edition of the Rome Olympics, another replica will be displayed in the museum in Liverpool to record this pinnacle moment.

It's just that for Mack, there is still a golden boot waiting for him, last year, he watched others win the championship and took the golden boot himself, today, he has a good thing.

"Congratulations again to Mark, 14 goals, every goal is a testament to Liverpool's progress this year, and Mark's road to superstardom"

"Did I break the record again today? The youngest goalscorer in a Champions League final and the youngest player to win the trophy? He held the golden boot and smiled brightly.

"I wish I was standing here every year, haha," but the camera and the man with the microphone didn't laugh, because he was qualified enough to make such a bold statement.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Just kidding, one season is over, and the next season everything starts from scratch, so the glory is already in the past......"

The Blues soldiers were holding another silver medal in their hands, and they watched helplessly from the sidelines, they couldn't leave until the ceremony was over, but who hates the Golden Boot award so much?

They had already seen this guy receive an award in front of them last year, who would want to be an audience all the time?

The night of the Champions League is coming to an end, but Mackin's road to becoming a god has just begun......