Liverpool, Anfield, the first leg of the 0708 Champions League semi-finals, when the game reached the 77th minute, it was another historic moment.

Mackqin, who had just walked into the stadium after hugging Torres from the sidelines, set a new record for the youngest player in the Champions League semi-final at the age of 16 years and 308 days.

"This is another milestone for Markqin", Zhan Jun said behind the commentary box, "We thought he would start, but instead he was on the bench, but at the end of the game, he came off the bench and set another new record"

"He is also the first person of Chinese descent", Zhang Lu next to him said with emotion, "Makqin has broken too many age records this season, I guess it will be difficult to have a come, in the mainstream European football world, he can be said to be the pride of the Chinese"

Zhan Jun's expectant voice came, "Macqin has a nickname on the Internet, called the Record Terminator, his debut history is a miracle, and he can even make a movie, this time we will see if he can save Liverpool"

Numerous news networks and commentators announced the birth of this record at the same time, and Macklin, who was running in the forward position, stepped on history every step and created his own legendary chapter.

Time was running out for him, and with a maximum of fifteen minutes left in stoppage time, Terry was on his side when he ran to his position.

Terry and Carvalho are also an excellent pair of central defenders, Terry is tough, fierce, has a strong frontal interception, and has been responsible for top defense, Carvalho has an excellent ability to read the game, is an expert in card position defense, and the two work together seamlessly.

Terry looked at Mackin who was a head shorter than himself next to him, and knew that this kid was very powerful, completely different from Torres's characteristics, and he was still a national team teammate, but it was the first time for him to compete in the same game, and he paid attention to tightening the embankment in his heart, lest he carelessly lose Jingzhou.

"Every time I see Mark come on at a critical moment, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation," says Peterson, "although there is not much time left"

McManaman agrees, chiming in: "Maybe he can always create unexpected performances, and no one knows when he will have a flash of inspiration."

Benitez stood on the sidelines, just a little fluke, this season Macqin has had too many flashes of inspiration, he just grabbed a life-saving straw, hoping that there will be another time, with ten minutes left, to replace Torres, and there is no need to think about his defense.

On the pitch, Liverpool's attack continues, and Mackin is in front of the Premier League's strongest shield, who have conceded just 23 goals in the league all season, ranking first in the list for the fewest goals conceded.

There were few obvious weaknesses in their defense, especially after the midfield three tough guys were recycled, and Makqin was like a short referee standing in a heavyweight boxing ring, surrounded by muscles quickly.

The first problem he faced was that he couldn't get the ball at all, his team-mates couldn't pass it, and the ball was constantly flying left and right on the periphery and Liverpool's wings, and he couldn't break into Chelsea's fortress.

Mack was moving from side to side in the box, trying to find a gap, he needed space, but ......

There is no space!

"Gerrard, long shot, hit Makelele's back, Alonso got the ball and gave it to Benayoun on the wing, Benayoun made a direct push and handed it to Mark who pulled to the edge of the box"

Ferreira was firmly attached to him at the back, giving Mackin no chance to turn at all, but it was the first time in minutes that he had a chance to get the ball at his feet, but it was already just outside the touchline of the box.

He bobbed his shoulders from side to side and tried to turn with the ball, but Ferreira didn't give him a chance at all, and the same black-haired Mourinho didn't perform as well as Porto at Chelsea, but he was solid defensively.

Feeling that there was no chance, he wasted no time, and with a kick back to Enrique, he turned around and ran towards the box.

In the past ten minutes, there is his battlefield, no matter how many times he falls, no matter how fierce the squeeze, he can't retreat.

It must lead the offensive like a flag!

Because he is the only striker on the pitch at the moment, his role is to be a bridgehead, to press down the Chelsea back line for his team-mates in the back, to provide them with forward passing points, so that the Chelsea back line cannot be bold enough to press.

He could have withdrawn from the box, but without a striker, where would they be able to play now.

Enrique's reluctant cross was cleared by Ashley Cole at the far post and then picked up by a Liverpool player on the edge of the area, with Arbeloa firing a ball to Alonso in the middle.

The offensive continued.

Ten minutes had passed since the back and forth, and Chelsea had even returned to Didier Drogba, with a maximum of five minutes left in the game.

Chelsea are waiting to celebrate the victory, beating Manchester United and Liverpool in three days in a row to build their sprint.

Having been eliminated from the Champions League by Liverpool for many years in a row, it is time for them to take a bad breath this year.

'As we get closer to the end of the game and Liverpool still haven't found the key to the Chelsea goal, we saw that Kalou was warming up on the sidelines and getting ready to come on and it should have been a tactical change,' said Peterson.

Liverpool have now completely abandoned their organisation as they will never have a chance to threaten the Chelsea goal again without hitting the ball into the box.

Gerrard and Kuyt both pressed into the penalty area, Alonso pressed to the top of the arc of the big penalty area, and now the backfield relies on the ball of the horse and the central defender, directly hanging to the penalty area, and now they can only rely on luck.

Macqin also stubbornly struggled to grab points in the penalty area, looking for a good opportunity to score, and his fitness was no problem at all.

It doesn't matter where you play now, it's about getting the ball and putting him in that damn goal.

'Mascherano kicked the ball up in midfield and hoisted it into the box,' said Petersen.

The ball went straight to the right of the penalty area, and Kuyt jumped up to his feet, carrying Ashley Cole and driving the ball towards the small box.

Due to the fierce confrontation, there was little power on the top of the ball, and Mackin and Gerrard fought fiercely in the small penalty area.

"Gerrard and Terry were scrambling, they jumped at the same time, Terry won, pushed the ball out of the box, didn't go far, Alonso rushed up, Makelele, he didn't have a chance to shoot ......", Peterson crackled and explained the chaos in the box.

Now most of the players on both sides are concentrated between the top of the big penalty area and the small penalty line, and the ball is fighting for the top of the ball, which is extremely chaotic.

Alonso rushed up just now, but it was a half-high ball close to his chest, and he didn't have the chance or time to finish the shot, so he had to raise his leg and touch the ball back into the box with an irregular movement.

Mackin finally had a second chance of receiving a ball at his feet for the second time in the game, but technically speaking, it was a knife goal.

He spread his arms and leaned against Carvalho near the line of the six-yard box, with John Terry next to him and Claude Makelele already pounced.

However, his strength was still a level below the central defender, and Carvalho moved forward against him, and he couldn't stand up at all.

He only has one chance to deal with this ball, and even if he falls now, he doesn't expect the referee to award a penalty, which is too far-fetched.

Facing the jumping ball, Mackin leaned back and leaned on Carvalho, trying not to let his legs in the back be able to destroy the ball directly.

Then straighten the arch of your right foot, lightly place it under the ball, and try to pick it up to the left side.

In the flash of light, he felt that he could have some advantage in the air, and that was to plug in to face Ashley Cole's Kuyt.

'Mark hooked the ball sideways to the far post, Kuyt came up and Ashley Cole ......'

Chelsea's biggest crisis of the game's history finally erupted in front of goal, with Kuyt pressing Ashley Cole from behind to win another crucial header for Liverpool.

Petr Cech quickly moved to the post to block the near corner, the ball was hooked by Mackin and there was little power, so Kuyt had to press forward as hard as he could, pushing the ball into the middle of the net in an attempt to avoid Cech's blocked hands.

"Kuyt, header ......," Pietersen shouted, as it was Liverpool's last-ditch attack.

'Cech ......, he touched his finger and the ball hit the crossbar, in the six-yard box, Mark ......"

The process just now was actually in the blink of an eye, and Carvalho saw the trajectory of the ball, and immediately gave up on Mackin and ran to the center of the goal to assist Petr Cech in blocking.

When Kuyt's header hit the crossbar, he tried to flick his leg out of the ball and the turning Petr Cech was ready to make another save.

But there was a red figure that was faster, and this was the opportunity he was struggling to find, only once!

Mackin turned from the small penalty area and kicked his legs, but Carvalho lifted his thighs and Cech punched at all.

Even if there is a mountain of knives and a sea of fire in front of him, he has to jump down today and go to have a good time!

"Woo", it was the wind whimpering in the sky, all the fans in the stands had already stood up, and all the noise in the bar stopped instantly! They are all waiting for Liverpool's final, redemption.

Makqin felt himself fly out, and the feeling of the ball above his head came, and before he could react, a sharp pain came from his chest, followed by his head!

"Oh ......", the stands were terrified!

They clearly saw Cech's punch and Carvalho's calf, and they met Mackin intimately.

“goal… al… Al, Mark, Mark, Marc, brave follow-up, he saved Liverpool again! Peterson took off his headset and screamed frantically!

He knew it, he knew it, it had to be so!

In the crowd in the penalty area, a figure stood up with his hands on the ground, because he saw the black and white elf in the goal.

The inexplicable wetness on the side of his face and the pain in his chest were no longer able to pay attention to it, and he ran to the fan zone with a frantic scream.

Just like he scored his first goal last year, kicked open the door of the first team, and flew to the fans.

"At 16 years and 308 days, he broke Martins' record of 18 years and 197 days for the youngest goal in a Champions League semi-final set in 2003, more than 500 days earlier," Zhan Jun exclaimed excitedly.

"Ah......", he looked crazy, as if he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction, and as if he was howling: the best player has been put off the field!

"Mark, Mark, you're bleeding ......", the fan screamed, and instead of slapping him like the last time, he waved his arms anxiously at the dugout.

The people in the front row quickly grabbed Mackqin's shoulders, took out the scarf of his companion next to him, and pressed his bleeding head wound.

Bleeding? Makqin gradually freed himself from the selfless excitement, watching the people around him waving their arms anxiously and shouting, and then a man with a medical kit on his back quickly ran to his side and helped him sit on the ground.

Blood had begun to spread over his right eye, adding another layer of hazy red to the red.

Cheers, shouts, passion, and never walk alone!

Over here...... It's Anfield.

It's been a long time since we've lost here.

There are no cries of despair here, only an elegy for battle!

Whoever it is!

I'm Makqin and I'll be the best player.

It's going to be the greatest ...... here. Legend!