The chapter name should be: Champions Cup (7)

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It was as if he had returned to countless nights of training, with no white players in front of him, only the four-sided penalty line and the white goal.

One, two, three, four, five, bang......

The ball obediently spun into the air, went over the wall of people looking back, and then fell at great speed......

Thomas kicked to the right and soared into the air, "bang", he couldn't reach the whip, and sighed at the ball......

The ball hit the near post, bounced off the other side and slammed into the far post.

"Goal~, Mark, Goal~~, a textbook free-kick, perfect arc, brilliant, impeccable, what a goal~", Volcker shouted excitedly.

McManaman stood up and raised his arms and shouted, "Nice, pretty, Mark rightly picked up the armband on his arm......"

"Hula ......", Sam and they all jumped up, hugging the people around them excitedly, Li Wei was almost squeezed out of breath by the big belly~

"Sister Xue'er, look at you, brother has scored a goal~", Ai Ming jumped and jumped around Isabella's neck, Isabella was not as crazy as her, and patted her back with a wry smile, "Well, well, it's in~", football, can it make people so crazy?

"Ah~", Makqin saw the ball into the net, opened his arms excitedly, and ran to the bench as he ran, followed by Hobbs, Lint, and Valle......

He plunged headlong into the crowd, letting his teammates pat him on the shoulder, Hugh watched the group of young men celebrating excitedly, raised his arms and shouted, this ball came too timely.

"Toot, toot......"

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

The Real Madrid players watched the ball in the goal in amazement, and they equalized the first half? Thomas kicked the ball away in frustration and slapped his teammates up.

He was the oldest and was the captain on the field.

We had the advantage in the first half, but we were equalised by a free-kick, which was as disgusting as a fly......

"Hey, Mark, your feet are amazing, you didn't see their expressions, it's like choking on a duck's egg~, haha, I'm happy to die", Valle put his arm around his shoulders and described it vividly.

"Ha, how is your head, I don't usually see you dare to compete for the top like this"

"That's it, as long as I can win, I'm willing to break my leg, this is our first major championship," he hopes.

"That's right, we'll be champions~"

"Sister, don't you think my brother is so handsome when he plays football on the field~", Ai Ming was still chattering.

"That's right, he's definitely the most handsome we've got here, haha~", Sam said with a big belly and a smile.

Isabella stared blankly at the field with a pestle on her cheeks, between the two people, there was actually only a layer of window paper, but no one pierced it, they seemed to retain a tacit understanding, if they were about to leave, maybe, it was not yet that moment.

He was a complex and simple boy, muddy and transparent, mature and simple, and he pursued his own sense of proportion, yes, measure, a sixteen-year-old boy, more thoughtful than a girl.

This made her a little uncertain, but she didn't hate it.

Hugh was impassioned in the dressing room, and it was his moment of glory, beating so many of Europe's biggest youth teams to reach the final is in itself the greatest compliment to his ability.

The first-half disadvantage was expected and he was ready to fall behind, so it was a surprise to be able to equalise.

The real decisive battle was in the second half, and in the second half, he still had a trick to fight for his life that he didn't use~

In the second half, Liverpool took the lead in kicking off, and while Real Madrid's foothold was not stable, Liverpool quickly launched a fast attack.

Valle was deployed on the left to squeeze Carvajal's assist, and Deli moved closer to the middle, where he could play in both positions.

Danny naturally connects in the front waist, and the passage of Mark Qin's forward insertion is opened, which is Hugh's killer weapon~

Valle used his speed to quickly advance to the sideline of Real Madrid's penalty area, without dragging mud and water, and quickly handed it over to Danny, who came to pick it up, Danny pretended to play with Valle and deceived Mosquera behind him, and pulled the outside instep back.

One and a half turns and pushed the ball to Mackqin, who quickly stepped forward, and Mackin let Borja in front of him without slowing down at all, and went straight to central defender Ramaho.

Real Madrid's defenders were a little flustered, and Mackin was too abrupt in advance, rarely in the first half when he was so determined to go straight into the box, which made them a little unprepared.

Borja pressed on the side, Ramajo fought and retreated, and there was not a single Liverpool player in the penalty area~

"Mark, he burst forward with the ball, flashed past Borja and shot ~", Warcker shouted.

Forcing Ramajo back to the penalty line, he was smart enough not to rush up blindly, and Makqin had to deal with it as soon as possible before Dennis and Borja could close it.

With a slight touch of the outside instep, he immediately curled a shot with the inside of his instep, and the ball went around the arched back of Ramajo and went straight to the goal, and Thomas soared into the air.

The ball went around his fingers, around the crossbar, brushed the net, and flew out of the bottom line~

"Oh~, very close, Mark almost scored again at the beginning of the second half~"

Maika nodded, "Mark is more frequent in the second half, Hugh must have been arranged at halftime, this shot is very threatening~"

He flashed his waist back, as if he wanted to pull the ball lower, just now in order to bypass Ramajo, the strength of the upward pull was a little bigger, "Whew", it's a pity~

There really aren't too many shots on goal like that.

Borha looked at Mackin who was walking back, and breathed a sigh of relief, he was going to be scared to death just now, his curling ball in front of the penalty area was too threatening, "Keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him, don't let him shoot easily~", Thomas clapped his hands and shouted with palpitations behind his ears.

Pressing up, they're not as good as us, that free-kick is just their luck, as long as we play like we did in the first half, the victory will be ours in the end!

Borja's half-time admonition from Torrell still echoed in his head, but were they really so unthreatening?

Real Madrid attacked, only this time they found a difference, the top one was replaced by Danny, Valle was recycled as a left midfielder, and Carvajal was no longer as easy as getting rid of Deli.

Mack Qin stuck Mosquera's passing route very deadly, and the scene fell into anxiety for a while.

Deli's run covered a lot in the midfield position, and Liverpool's defence was more solid than in the first half.

With Deli behind, Makqin can be more assured to step forward.

Real Madrid were unable to break into the Liverpool penalty area and slowly began to get a little impatient, with Vazquez cutting inside twice and shooting from distance, once hitting the plane and once limp and being confiscated by Martin.

It's a good thing, Makqin thought, that their patience is slowly being worn out, and they will become more and more impatient.

Gonzalez set the edge, looked at it a few times and did not form a threat, and was anxious, and directly took the ball with a 45-degree cross.

But this is not Real Madrid's regular style of play, and Morata is not the super center forward who has been trained by Juventus in later generations.

Elmer pushed him to push the ball out of the box, and Lint swung his header as he retreated, and rubbed the ball at the top of the box to Mackin who retreated to get the ball.

After such a long tacit understanding, Lint knew that Mackin would definitely come back to control the second landing point.

On both sides, Valle and Alex flew out like two sharp swords, wings spread!

"Once the defense turns to attack, Mark gets the ball, Valle, Alex, you give me the strength to feed, give me run", the roar of the midfielder Hugh still echoed~

Borja instinctively sensed the danger, and chased after Mackqin, even if he pushed someone, he couldn't make him turn around.

"Mark, he's going to get the ball~, oh, the cake seller, what's going on? I can't believe it~, what does he think......, Valle, one-on-one ball~, Valais, Valais, a great opportunity, he can help Liverpool overtake the score~, shoot ...... No, horizontal pass, Alex, goal~~", Walker is going crazy, what kind of offensive coordination is this, three-foot pass, score a goal!

As soon as Mackin stood up, he saw Valle sweep and Alex scooped the goal, and excitedly ran to the bench with all the players in the backfield.

Alex, overtake a blow!

Martin excitedly jumped on top of his teammates and raised his arms and shouted.

"Hula~", Liverpool fans are completely crazy, champions, we are champions, there are still twenty minutes!

"Unbelievable", Maika said after cheering, "Liverpool have definitely practiced this attacking routine, concise but absolutely deadly!" Mark's barb long pass is a stroke of genius, allowing the originally unclear opportunity to highlight the murderous opportunity! ”

That's right, he used unconventional moves, and the opportunity to counter-attack was fleeting, and Borja was not far behind him.

If he stops the ball, gets rid of it, and turns around again, he doesn't know if Borja will give him this chance, as long as he pushes people, they will be stillborn on this counterattack.

As long as they can pass the ball to the wings, with the speed of Valle and Alex, there is a great hope of winning the ball, then the backfield is three against two, as long as they are not brainless, the goal is certain!

So he met the ball that Lint ferried, flew up, and with an upside-down golden hook, he kicked the ball directly to the left side where Valle was, because he was the fastest, and even if he kicked it crookedly, he had the best chance of catching it back.

said a lot, at that time, Mackin considered these things between lightning and flint.

Hugh can't wait to run over and kiss him right now, with Mack in midfield, they can penetrate any team's defence.

He's a genius in midfield!

The timing and choice is wonderful!

Zidane and the middle-aged man beside him looked at each other, both of them looked helpless, and they couldn't do anything when they met such a Mackchen.

This ball, even if it is in the adult team, there is a high probability that it will not be able to prevent it, let alone the youth team.

"This Mark has the potential to become the most talented midfield commander in the next dozen years, if nothing else"

Hearing Zidan say this, the middle-aged man was even more entangled in Mackqin's rejection of Real Madrid.

If you want to say that it is a morale blow, a counterattack goal is definitely a thing, you have attacked for a long time, you have shot countless goals, you have scored a goal after a counterattack, you will complain about God's injustice in anger, and you will start to doubt life in frustration.

The two sharp swords on the side are prepared for the confident Torreel, Hugh looked at him stunned on the other side, and smiled slightly, the two armies are facing each other, and what they want is to exhaust the mechanism.

He didn't put Valle at left midfield in the first half, just to keep this series of changes, free up Mackin and suppress their two assist-type full-backs!

Blood!

"Come on, boys, keep an eye on them", Hugh kept shouting from the sidelines, and now it was difficult for Real Madrid's frontcourt players to turn around, and after taking the lead, Liverpool played more resolute defensive counterattacks.

Real Madrid's players are even more impatient, and they keep sending straight stoppers with a very low success rate, once Liverpool breaks the ball, they can give Macqin to Mackqin, and they really can't give it to a big foot.

Mack is very difficult to be cut off after receiving the ball, either to win a foul or to pour the ball out, Real Madrid can do nothing about him.

"This game is over", McManaman concluded, "It is difficult for them to crack this targeted defense for ten minutes, and their two midfielders also need to guard against the ubiquitous Mark at any time, as long as he gets the ball, it may be a fatal blow, and they have suffered from him in two games~"

Time is within reach, and the championship is within reach......