"Mark, we're going to win! Isn't it? McDows, wearing a Markin jersey, looked up at him expectantly, hoping for an affirmative answer.

"Hehe, little one, do you think we're going to win?" , Mack Qin rubbed his hair and asked with a smile.

"Yes, we will win", the little guy clenched his fists with a determined expression.

"Hehe, as you wish", Mark Qin straightened up, turned to Angelina Jolie and said, "Your child is very cute and a very loyal Liverpool fan"

"He'll be with me," she said with a smile, "Mark, Victoria [Beckham] will sometimes mention you to me, and then in Los Angeles, remember to contact me."

She put her arm around McDows' shoulders and continued, "My son likes you too, and he must want you to be a guest."

"Thank you, if you have the opportunity, you will definitely come to visit, I also like your movie......"

He was a bit disappointed in the first leg, but not to the point of frustration that he didn't win every game.

Not everything you try to do will end well, that's the reality, it's not a comic book that he shuttles.

So what can be done? I had to pack my bags and set off again to prepare for the next beautiful arrival.

"I don't need to describe Raul's greatness, he gave us a heavy blow today," Mark said as he walked out of the aisle and faced the interview.

'But we're not afraid of the Bernabeu, it's a dream for a lot of players, but we'll conquer it next game and away from home is not a problem for us'

"Do you think this game is fair to you?" , the journalist asked.

"There's nothing unfair about it, even though I'm a little disappointed with the score, Real Madrid's defence did make us unprepared," he said calmly, "and watch the next leg"

After saying that, he didn't seem to have any desire to be interviewed again, so he picked up his bag and got directly into the car that he had been waiting for for a long time.

On the other hand, the media in Madrid, Spain, has already taken the media by storm, which can be described as crowd excitement.

"It's a really ugly draw, it's a good result for Real Madrid, but why can't we be happy at all!"

"When Barcelona next door is playing football that is not of this world, my God, what do I see here at Real Madrid, a pile of garbage!"

"I've watched Real Madrid for decades, I dare to say that Capello has played better than him, Juande Ramos, shame, he ruined Real Madrid's temperament, there is no point in such Real Madrid existence!"

Capello: F**K, did I mess with you?

Marca editor-in-chief Edward sent out the report, titled "Dishonored", in the first moments of the match.

Homepage, full page!

"The whole game, three shots on goal, one on target, the whole game was full of defense, fouls, blocks, clearances, did Juander want to learn from Mourinho? You're still far from it! ”

Real Madrid's mouthpiece media has been outraged, and the overwhelming condemnation after the game has been heard.

"F**K, Juand, are you trying to drown me in saliva?" Calderón called him out of the office as soon as he came back, and scolded him with a stinking face.

"But now it's 1-1, we have a big advantage at home to qualify, and getting to the next round is more important than anything else", Juander was not shocked by Calderón's momentum.

A broken accountant who knows a fart football!

"Hell in the next round, that's how you made the cut? Are you planning to continue to fight back at the Bernabeu? Calderon's face flushed with rage.

"This is the best option for us", Juander shrugged calmly, "Attacking we are not the opponent of this Liverpool team right now"

"Shit, you don't want to fucking jump to conclusions", Calderon slapped it on the table, "Anyway, I'm going to see the offense, offense in the next game!" ", he yelled.

"If you still dare to go your own way, the media will tear you up, and I will also let you get out of here immediately!"

Juander narrowed his eyes, suppressed the anger in his chest, stood up and said calmly: "As you wish"

……

At the end of February, it was spring time again, and Mack Qin took advantage of the team's league game to take his turn off and came to Tony's Bar.

He likes to come here when he's not having a good time, and this humble little bar has always calmed down his perhaps restless mentality, especially this season.

After such a high-profile debut season, although he performed very well this season, it didn't seem to be much of a surprise compared to last season.

Most people think that this should be at the level of the European golden boy, and there is nothing surprising that it would be strange if he plummeted.

They've had their ups and downs this season, and he's not immune to having more troubles than ever, especially when he's not playing well or the team is losing.

The excitement of coming to the world for the first time and entering the green field has been gradually worn out with frequent competitions.

Do I really like football? Or do you just like to watch football?

Today there was probably the first light rain of spring outside, and the air was very fresh.

Tony poured a glass of rye and brought it to the table in front of Macklin, knowing that the thing was in a bad mood again.

Come when you lose, come when you perform poorly, a glass of rye, most of the time it will solve the problem.

Most of the men didn't talk to each other, and Tony poured a glass himself, and sat next to him to drink quietly, but today he was a little surprised because he poured a second glass himself.

"Feeling bad?"

"Hmm"

"Isn't there a second round?"

"That's different"

Tony didn't say anything, so he poured himself a second glass of wine and continued to drink with his head down.

"The Prime Minister has given instructions on the protests of Liverpool fans a few days ago, asking Parliament to release all files and the court to reopen the case", said a replay of the news this morning.

The voice came, and the two sullen men were indifferent, they had known and expected this result for a long time.

"Thank you, Mark", countless Liverpool fans took to the streets today to celebrate, hugging and crying, even more excited than winning the championship, in the dust for 20 years.

Toney knows the whole process, and no matter who he represents, he's an old Liverpool fan and deserves a debt of credit to this kid.

If it weren't for his initiation and tandem, maybe they would have had to wait any longer.

Mack Qin waved his hand, not taking it too seriously, because only he knew that even without him, Liverpool would not have waited too long for this result.

"Squeak", the old wooden door of the bar was opened, and Tony turned his head to look, surprised.

It's not time for those old drinkers to come over, not to mention that it's still raining today, how can anyone come in?

With a round face and shoulder-length hair, the visitor exudes an atmosphere of athletic youth.

"Are you really here? I'm so lucky," says Caroline Wozniacki.

She's going back tomorrow, and she's going to try her luck today by hearing from fans in the circle that Mark Qin frequents a shabby bar.

With her fame, you can meet Mackin by contacting Liverpool FC directly, but that would be boring, wouldn't it? She thought so when she set off.

"You are?" , I'm sorry that Mark Qin doesn't usually watch tennis much, even if his tennis knowledge in his previous life was limited to Zhang Depei.

Tony shook his head, patted him on the shoulder, and said jokingly, "You're more like an old man than I am."

With that, he went alone to the back kitchen, where there was a door that led to his house on the other side of the street.

How many secrets are hidden in this tavern, but there are no secrets.

"Caroline Wozniacki, I'm your fan", the beauty is not angry that Mackin did not recognize her, although she and Mackin rose at about the same time, but the influence of tennis is far worse than football.

"Look at what Tony means, you should be very famous, sorry, I'm usually very homely", Mackin also reacted a little.

"Far worse than you", the beautiful woman smiled and sat across from her, "Dane, tennis player"

"Oh, disrespectful," he said, getting up and pouring her a glass of lemonade and handing it to her.

"Thank you, I came to see you this time, you don't know how much I like you, ah, it's a fan, not that kind of like"

"Uh-huh", Makqin nodded knowingly.

Then, let's go, let's ......, "That's it, did you say I'm lucky today", and the beauty's eyes smiled into crescents.

To tell the truth, Ma Qin thinks that this new beauty in the Carolin tennis world is not very beautiful, but it is very sunny and friendly.

"You see, not very happy?" , Caroline saw that Mackin didn't speak for a long time, just drinking alone, and asked.

He shook his head, "Not really, haven't you played lately?" He just wanted to be quiet and find the topic stiffly.

"I'm giving myself a holiday, hehe", after speaking, he looked at him again, "Are you because you drew the ball in the last game, I was in the stands that game", said as if he remembered something, his face was a little red, but the lights were dim and he couldn't see it.

Mackin was very irritable, especially with an extra duck by his side.

"Hey, I've lost a lot this year, do you know how I adjusted to vent?"

The ghost wants to know!

"This is my secret, I don't tell him in general, it's very effective."

"Oh? Huh", -_-||

An hour later......

"That's how you vent?" , Mackin looked at the boxing gloves on his fist and said speechlessly.

"Come on, come on baby! Shouting your grievances out loud and come and hit me," cried Caroline, who was in a protective suit and holding her hands on the baffle.

"This, really fighting?" , He was a little off the line, what the situation was, inexplicably followed her to the boxing gym.

"Come and hit me, hurry up", the beautiful woman who turned into a Spartan warrior ignored her and glared at her with a fierce look.

"Bang", he tried to punch it.

"Didn't you eat? Push harder, imagine me as the object of displeasure, and fight hard," she yelled.

"Bang Bang"

"You're still not a man?"

"Bang Bang Bang"

"My grandfather is stronger than you"

"Ah......", Ma Qin was a little sassy, and a heavy punch of "bang" hit him.

"That's right, that's it", the beauty took a step back and said defiantly, "Who am I?"

"Bang", "You're Real Madrid", another punch.

"What's the dissatisfaction, come on, come on"

"Ah......", "I'll let you learn the turtle, I'll kill you, do you know how long I've been preparing for this game", Mark Qin looked crazy, and his fist crackled down.

The beauty endured the pain in her forearm and continued to provoke, "Come on, come on, hit me hit me, how about I'm a turtle, come on, hit me"

"Ah......, F**K, who allowed you to use your feet", the beautiful woman who flew out cried miserably.

Sweating profusely, Mack Qin reacted and hurriedly ran over to check if Caroline, who had been knocked back by the boxing ring rail, was injured.

"Whew", the two sat in the boxing ring sweating profusely without any image, looked at each other, "haha", laughing.

"Eh, I said you don't usually vent much", the beauty gasped and asked.

Mark Qin wiped his sweat and thought about it, as if he didn't know how to vent since he worked in his previous life, he was used to patience, and he was used to solving problems with his mind.

"Whew, don't say it, it's really cool"

"Of course, why are athletes under so much pressure in their usual competitions, they can't adjust it?"

"Thank you today," he said, looking at her.

She smiled heartily, and the two of them fisted and signaled, "Just when I'm doing something for my idol"

"I'll invite you to dinner in the evening?" , Makqin invited.

Caroline shook her head, stood up and said: "I'm going back early tomorrow morning, there are still a lot of training and matches waiting for me, I don't think you can watch the second leg at the Bernabeu, if you have time in the future, come and watch me play."

"Haha, no problem, but you have to popularize tennis knowledge for me first", what a hearty girl......