On the other side of the flowers, it is the Yellow Spring!

For the whole team's practice of not being able to attack and defend unsteadily, Mark Qin hated it very much, either attacking or defending, what kind of thing is it dangling on both sides?

It's actually hard for him to understand why the players of the national team are all elites, and sometimes they don't play as well as the club, but it's not complicated, because the national team is all stars, and sometimes it's more troublesome to dominate.

McClaren is definitely not among them, and Gerrard's prestige in the national team is not as good as that of Liverpool.

Fortunately, Croatia is not going to fight with you desperately, you will fight if you have the opportunity, forget it if you don't have a chance, the two sides have contacts and a chaotic battle.

McLaren was still standing on the sidelines waiting for the game to end and celebrate, maybe it was because he was relaxed, he really played the orchid umbrella,~

Both sides are powerless, maybe there is really a tacit understanding?

Mackin didn't dare to take it lightly, he recycled very far behind, ready to make up for the loopholes in the backfield at any time!

Only when the final whistle blows can he relax his nerves.

In the 76th minute of the game, Croatia controlled the ball and played slowly to the front, and Korancha on the left side received the ball.

David Beckham has long since lost his madness of playing as a midfielder at Real Madrid, and he is used to playing football while walking in the major leagues.

Although Crancha had already won the ball, with Richardson in front and Gerrard on the right, he didn't feel a threat.

He must have forgotten that it was Kovac who scored the long-range shot from this position in the first half!

Damn it! Mackin frantically shrank into the penalty area.

As soon as Korancha saw that no one was pressing, he picked up his left leg and volleyed vigorously!

The ball was flush with the sideline of the penalty area, and the position was originally very biased, and Corancha's kick was purely to see that no one had answered!

However, it was raining today and the venue was slippery!

Moreover, there is also a goalkeeper named Magnus!

The ball dripped, flew into the air, and streaked past Gerrard's side, and he turned to look at the ball, his face turning from indifferent to horrified.

The ball flies straight into the far corner and looks like it will graz the far post and crash into the side-netting!

Carlson was also terrified! He pushed out with all his might, straightening his arms, but he was horrified to find that this ball, he might ~ enough ~ not ~ to ~!

Electrifying flint, scalp exploding!

The moment Makqin swung his legs in Corancha, his hair stood on end, dangerous!

He watched the ball soaring, its trajectory fluttering in the air, and used up the maximum speed of his life to take off near the penalty spot!

It's too late to stretch your legs! He can only throw himself out!

The field was slippery, and when he kicked out, he finally didn't have the strength to get right, which made his body a little out of control!

The ball is fluttering under the influence of the rain!

Mark Qin wanted to block the ball with his head, but unfortunately the sky did not fulfill people's wishes!

The ball fluttered into his unnaturally slightly open arm in order to maintain his balance, and fell into the penalty area!

Unable to control his body in the air any longer, he collided violently with Carlsen's fist! Blood spilled on the spot!

"Oh~", a huge exclamation!

Isabella stood up on the sofa at home watching TV, put her little hands into her fists and bit them in her mouth, tears still fell uncontrollably, she turned around and ran out of the house, not waiting for a moment.

"Brother~, woo~", Ai Ming's terrible scream couldn't be heard in the stands, she struggled to squeeze forward and squeeze down the stands!

"Toot ~", the referee pointed to the penalty spot without hesitation, and at the same time hurried over to check on the situation of Mackqin.

Dizzy! At the moment of the collision, Mackin didn't know anything, not even what happened to the ball.

He lay on the ground, shaking his head in a fog, trying to stand up with his hands propped up, in vain!

"Shh~", there was a deafening boo in the stadium, I don't know who I was booing~

McLaren's heart was cold, what should I do? What to do?

The team doctor hurried in, and the blood had already begun to flow, staining half of his cheeks red!

The team doctor urgently gave him a hemostatic bandage, and kept dangling his fingers in front of his eyes, "Mark, Mark, tell me, how much is this?" ”

He squinted his eyes vigorously and sat up with difficulty, "Three"

The team doctor opened his pupils again, "Slight concussion, you need to go down and rest, and you have to bandage it"

"Hmm", he looked left and right and saw that his teammates were frustrated, what about the ball?

He turned his head to the referee, "Penalty?!!! ”

He brushed aside the team doctor's hand that was pressing his wound, stood up excitedly and ran to the referee, shouting: "I blocked the ball with my body, why is it a penalty?" ”

The referee slapped his arm, "Handball!" ”

"Impossible!"

"I'm not mistaken, you spread your arms", he gestured, and then pulled out the red card from the back of his butt, "You're bleeding, go down and heal, I'm punished according to the rules." ”

"Shit, you... Hmm", Mark Qin's hideous appearance just now frightened the teammates around him, and no one dared to come over for a while.

Seeing that Mark Qin was showing signs of losing control, Gerald hurriedly came over and covered his mouth and asked the team doctor to come and stop the bleeding for him.

"Mark, Mark, listen, it's not your fault, it's not you're not blamed, you go down and bandage first~"

"Hmm~", he stared at the referee fiercely with red eyes.

The referee made another gesture to get off the field, and Gerrard hugged his shoulders tightly, "Mark, calm down, go and treat the injury first!" Team doctor, help him off"

The team doctor came over again and pressed gauze on his head, and the blood was still flowing~

He looked up at the big screen, which was playing back the slow motion just now over and over again, and the ball did hit his arm, but he didn't fully open it~

Everything doesn't matter anymore, penalty kick plus red card!!

He reluctantly walked off the field with the support of the team doctor, and the stadium boos were everywhere, and the whistle shook the sky, which was even stronger than just now!

He was stunned, and opened the team doctor's hand again, "Shh~", "Murder!" "Waste! "He ruined England!" "Get out of England~"

He looked around, like a cold god~

Are they blaming me? Hehe, sure enough, the fans here are worthy of their reputation~

They're blaming me! Ha ha!!!

"Woo~Woo~","You can't treat my brother like this, you can't treat him like this, you shit~"

"Sam, hold on to Sanny~"

Peterson's face was full of surprise, he didn't even know what kind of expression to make, was Mark a hero or a sinner?

Julie covered her mouth tightly, she was afraid that one breath would make her tears go out of control!

The icy cold rainy night was even colder, and he smiled as he took off the gauze from his head and threw it on the ground, red blood staining half of his cheeks.

His weird smile, half angel, half devil!

Isabella anxiously watched TV in the car while urging the driver, seeing this scene, she no longer had any strength and collapsed on the seat......

The stadium booed and the whole UK was silent!

He is like a lonely traveler, and when he raises his eyes, he is vast~

McLaren is like a sculpture, standing on the sidelines, holding that orchid umbrella! Indifferent!

Mark Qin walked past him with a smile and walked to the entrance of the passage, "Get out of England~", "Get out of England~"

He looked up at the hideous faces of the fans above, bowed his head and was speechless, I guessed the beginning~

But I didn't guess the ending......

With sporadic cheers in his ears, he turned his head to see the Croatian players running in celebration!

All the white uniforms have their heads bowed, without a trace of fighting spirit!

McLaren is still like a statue, holding the orchid umbrella~

It's over, it's all over!

Dust to dust, dust to dust~

Why?

He put his jersey on his shoulders, faced the abuse and ridicule, and walked into the passage, his back was gloomy~

Take a stroll in the rain as the blue street lights fade into the spotlight

Let the rain wet my face, and it is difficult to distinguish the water from the tears

The heart is even more chaotic and sorrowful

I am by your side on a cold rainy night, hoping that you will know

I don't want to go home on a cold rainy night, I'm afraid to look at your back

Take a walk in the rain and taste the water

It seems to be the end of the moment

……

It is said that there are three life stones next to the bridge, which can determine the past and present lives!

I look far away and don't believe in the Buddha!

On the other side there is a lush fragrance on the ground,

Flowers bloom and leaves fall, flowers fall and leaves grow!

I was wearing colored armor, holding a golden whip, and slashed down with a wave of my hand~

This is a glamorous spirit.

Sprinkle innocence and enter the Yellow Spring alone!