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"F**K, kill that Essien", Liverpool's bar immediately raised his middle finger countless times, scolding the sky, because just now Mackin had just stopped Reina's ball on his chest, and then picked it up, and immediately turned around to break through, and the action can be said to be very coherent and beautiful.

As a result, Esin, who was puzzled, turned around and knocked Makqin directly to the ground, he didn't rush the ball at all, as long as people didn't go over, but most of his fouls didn't use hands or feet.

Only rely on his body and explosive power, to collide, to squeeze! , Mack Qin has played for two seasons, and he really hasn't played against Essien, and the level of many people is only known when they meet.

With just over ten minutes left in the game, Mack was panting and shouting at the referee with his arms outstretched, gesturing with a four, and he had already been fouled four times in the second half by Essien's kind of foul.

Herbert finally pulled out the yellow card this time, he only picked up two yellow cards in the entire first half, and the second half was only more than 30 minutes, which is three times the number of the entire first half.

It can be seen that the second half of the more than 30 minutes of tragedy, no one can take the ball and control the ball casually, the best result is to hit the front court as soon as possible, hand it over to the striker, and then shoot.

Essien didn't do anything to fight, and retreated expressionlessly, as if he wasn't the one who fouled just now, and if he wore a mask, he could be called a cold-blooded killer.

'Essien fouled Mack Qin again, this time the referee gave him a card, and after Mack Qin scored a goal, Chelsea simply left no stone unturned in his defence, and even Essien cut in less,' said Zhan Jun.

"Hiddink is very calculating", Zhang Lu immediately replied, "Chelsea's attack has one less Essien, and the impact is not so great, but Liverpool has less Macqin, and the power of the front court has dropped by more than half"

Xiao Lei nodded, shook his head and sighed: "Hiddink is using the same way Liverpool is dealing with Barcelona against Liverpool, this plan was proposed by Mark, I don't know if he thought that it would be fulfilled to him so soon"

This plan is called, suicidal defense, which fully reflects the outstanding tactical thinking of ancient China, in fact, it is Tian Ji horse racing, and use the sacrifice I can accept to exchange your main force, of course, the premise is that on the field, the defender must indeed be able to complete this defensive task.

Today, except for Mackqin's few shots in the opening ten minutes, after Chelsea made minor adjustments, Essien's performance can be said to be good, not allowing Macqin to have any shots, of course, he can't completely prevent the pass, but he still has teammates.

When Mackin used to watch the NBA, he often heard the commentator say that only when you get to the playoffs do you know what the NBA is, and only when you play the finals do you know what a real suffocating defense is.

He feels the same applies to football, having spent most of his knockout rounds playing against technical teams such as Arsenal, Real Madrid, Barcelona and Villarreal, and he didn't play much against Chelsea last year.

Now that he has met Chelsea in the final, and has experienced the mood of Cristiano Ronaldo last year, from this point of view, Benitez is not entirely wrong, Mackqin was indeed weakened today, and after the goal, he was drowned in thick and strong and black and hard.

But Benitez is really wrong, because for a genius, you don't have to think about his adaptability at all, all you need to do is believe in him and throw him on the pitch, and he will figure it out, solve it, and work miracles himself.

"Chelsea made a substitution, Hiddink made the first substitution", Mackin stood up and just wanted to take a free-kick, the referee stopped him, he turned his head to see the future knife-carrying defender Big Ivan standing on the sidelines, about to replace Bosingwa.

'Coach Zhang, analyze what Chelsea's plans are to make substitutions now,' Zhan Jun continued.

"Ivanovic, a defender, although his assist ability is not as strong as Bosingwa's, but his defense and insertion are tougher", Zhang Lu replied, "Bosingwa is also a little bit of a problem with his physical strength now, Liverpool mainly played on his side in the second half, Hiddink may be worried that Bosingwa will be beaten through, and he inserts this back, the threat to the penalty area is greater than Bosingwa"

As a result, this substitution led to a sudden change in the situation on the field! If Hiddink had known about the result, he would have replaced Ivanovic early.

Mack took a free-kick, took a few kicks at the back, and then split the ball to Auurelio on the left, where he would meet the trio of Ashley Cole, Malouda and Essien on the right, and he would go along with Aurelio on the left for the most part.

Anelka's return was just for show, which gave Mackin some easy space, and he received a return from Aurelio, got rid of Frank Lampard with Gerrard in a triangle and then sent a combination of Ivan and Terry behind him.

It was Torres who quickly turned back and cut in, and he would have gotten the ball under normal circumstances, but Ivanovic's turning speed made him mistake.

"Ivanovic, put the tackle, oops, this ball is clean, he dialed the ball directly to Terry behind his back", Zhan Jun shouted, "He just came up and was in good shape, these two steps are very fast"

Chelsea immediately switched from defence to attack, with John Terry pushing for Essien in front, who turned and pushed forward quickly, slotting a shot to Ashley Cole on the left before Gerrard came up to steal.

'Ashley Cole, he's quick with the ball, he's fast, Drogba, he's so important for Chelsea to get the ball up front'

Malouda quickly cut inside and received Drogba's pass, at this time, Liverpool had already returned to the defense, Mascherano turned his head to see that Gerrard and Macqin were back, and hurriedly went to help Lucas pinch Malouda to prevent him from cutting inside to cooperate or shoot from a distance.

Looking down from above the stadium, the red and blue felt like a tug-of-war, from Chelsea's half to Liverpool's.

"Malouda, straight push, Ashley Cole, he's on the edge at break", Ashley Cole's pace did cause Carragher a lot of problems today.

Even though he had already held the inside line, Ashley Cole was one step ahead of him, catching the ball directly near the touchline and then kicking in a cross.

It's a common way for Chelsea to play, and if you say he's tough defensively and his body is fighting for chances, that's right, as long as it's useful.

This time Ashley Cole passed high and far, or he also unconsciously kicked a kick, as long as he was in the penalty area, he could try his luck with Drogba, but at this time, no one paid attention to when Ivanovic was inserted into the penalty area.

Whether it was Hiddink's arrangement or Big Ivan's habits, there is no way to know, but when Bruno, who was filling in the position, stepped back at the far end and wanted to clear the siege, he felt a "bang", and a huge force knocked him forward.

"Ivanovic, when did he come up and why did he appear there? , header ferry, danger", exclaimed Peterson.

Mackin chuckled in his heart when he had just run to the big penalty area line and quickly retreated to the penalty area to help defend, because all three of Chelsea's forwards were in the penalty area.

Drogba turned around this time to meet the ball and rushed forward, grabbed the landing point, and directly shook his head to attack the goal, the speed of the ferry was not fast enough, Drogba's head-shaking attack did not borrow force, Reina flew a side pounce to reject the ball outside the goal.

'Didier Drogba, head at goal, Reina, he saved...... Anelka...... Goaaaaal…… Chelsea scored, oh my God, it could have been a stunner", Peterson exclaimed, 'Ivanovic, it made a huge difference from the start, Aurelio, leaked'

McManaman was also almost spread on the chair, the timing of the goal was too devastating, with less than ten minutes left, the referee pointed firmly to the center circle, shook his head and said NO to the Liverpool players who were offside when they came over to signal Anelka to shoot.

"Oops, this ball, look at the slow motion...... Anelka, it is true that he is not offside, he is Drogba after the goal, preemptively Agger to start, this may be the shooter's sense of smell", Zhan Jun said regretfully.

"Liverpool is in danger now, and there is too little time left for them", Zhang Lu also shook his head and said, they all hope that Mackin can make history, but this is really so difficult.

Little Redknapp hugged his head directly, and he didn't even have the desire to speak, the ball hit Liverpool hard, Anelka had already taken off his shirt and ran wildly to the bottom of the Chelsea stands, which had boiled into an ocean.

Hiddink clenched his hands into fists and waved fiercely at the sky, everyone knew what this goal meant, and then he suddenly called Belletti on the bench to warm up, and he was going to immediately replace the back five!

With only ten minutes of stoppage time, he has to hold it until the end of the game, the championship is theirs, the champion must be theirs.

"Attack, attack", Mackin was stunned for only two seconds, and then shouted frantically to his teammates in the penalty area, "Give me a crazy attack after kickoff, only Martin (Skrtel) and Javier (Mascherano) are left in the backfield, all fucking go up for me, what are you guarding"

At the moment, he was already on the verge of madness, and the situation finally forced Liverpool to start desperate because they had less than ten minutes to go.

"Attack, attack", Gerrard roared with the same wave of his arms, and he was back in a trance for the night in Istanbul, and he was so motivating to his teammates.

The boy who used to be in the stands is now standing on the field, but his arms are still waving as before, and he is frantically calling the fans in the stands, calling for the red in the stands.

It was the source of their fighting strength, "Let's walk through the storm ...... together", as if in the old days, the singing resounded louder through the stadium, and even the wild cry of Chelsea could not overshadow their majesty.

All the Liverpool fans in front of the TV set clenched their fists and sang along with their fists, and this wish seemed to have traveled thousands of miles and converged on the Rome Olympics at the same time.

"Fucking attack me, do you hear me", Ma Qin was still waving his hands constantly, turning in circles and shouting at his teammates one by one, at this time, only madness remained.

He doesn't want to lose, he can't lose!

He also wants to be the best in the world, he also wants to revitalize the red love song, he also wants to write his legendary story in the green field, and he thinks a lot.

How can this time, here, fall?

No teammates complained about his roar, because they were also blinded, and no one was willing to fail after a year of hard work!

Mackin suddenly realized that he was wrong, very wrong, he wanted this championship too much, so he began to carefully calculate the gains and losses, and carefully think about the tactics.

All the coaching staff of Liverpool and their captains did not dare to think of attacking because we were missing three important main players because this is a final that cannot be mistaken!

People always give themselves too many excuses and reasons to fantasize about being able to play against Chelsea like they did against Barcelona, but these are two very different teams after all.

They failed, Mackin failed, and for the first time he felt remorse on the pitch because he was the one who was on the counter-attack and even took the penalty.

From the very beginning, he lost psychologically, the absence of the main team, the style of Chelsea, and the psychology of suffering from gains and losses, which made him completely abandon the spirit and pride of the Red Army!

Smiling at the future Forrest Gump in the ward may just be a psychological comfort to yourself, you, what will you rely on to win the championship!

Your calculations have lost their power here, because the opposite side is the muscle forest, and your counterattack makes the two changes of the other party come to an abrupt end.

Knowing that the other party is attacking with defense, what do you have left at this time?

When I knew that I couldn't do it, I put on my clothes and armor, and fought loudly, even if my passion burned out, I would die as I deserved! , this is the Red Army, this is Liverpool!

So he was angry, angry with himself, so he was crazy, against the world, crazy.

If he loses, this will be the psychological shadow of his life, where will he be proud of the world? Where did the nine days of the phoenix dance go? Where is the original Mark?

It's all stolen from the damn St. Bride's Cup.

The things you love the most may be the ones that can ruin you the most!

"Ah......h

Looking up at the sky, he sneered.

Man, you're so interesting!

The fear of possibly losing, uncovering his bloody scars, and exposing it to the sun, today, this fear and desire, there will be a battle.

Hold back, you can't, you're doomed to lose, why are you going to provoke shame and laugh in vain?

I want to, but if I try hard and still can't get it, isn't it more painful?

I came into this world naked, what is there that I can't afford to lose!

"Chelsea, substitutions, Hiddink is going to hold on until the end of the game, indeed, one of their hands has touched the trophy, Belletti has replaced Drogba, only one Anelka in front of him, 541, there is not much time left for Liverpool", McNamaman said in a low voice.

The referee's whistle brought the game back to reality, and also pulled Makqin back to reality, and then he saw the red tide rushing towards the blue embankment.

They're going to finish a suicidal wash, or they will break the dike, or they will burn themselves out!

The coaching staff and benches of both teams stood on the sidelines, waiting for the result and a miracle on the other, cheering from the stands, and never walking alone! , clear and distinct.

Countless people are praying, and countless people are waiting, who can break through the stubbornly defending blue army?

Guardiola bowed his head in the stands and sighed deeply, Mack Qin beat himself, he hoped that he would win the championship in the end, but how could there be such a perfect script, so it was okay, he sighed again, come to Barcelona, here can give you all your dreams.

Isabella and Emin bit their lips tightly, nervous like never before, and they had never seen Makin so crazy as before.

"Gerrard, ...... long-range shot", Peterson continued as the minutes ticked 'Lampard blocked, Mark, he's everywhere'

They had to think about splitting the side, and the cross Liverpool couldn't grab, it was just a chance for Chelsea to stall for time, and they all but Anelka came back, three central defenders.

He pushed forward without hesitation, and then rushed forward frantically, even though Essien's shoulder hit him, Torres still didn't hold the ball, but it didn't matter, keep grabbing.

Mackqin's crazy scramble made Alex, who received the ball poked away by Terry, not dare to hesitate, and directly kicked a big foot, Skrtel pressed Anelka in the middle circle and gave the ball to Ager.

This is Liverpool, Agger has played the ball forward and has played as an absolute central midfielder.

Wherever the madness plays out, it is destined to continue, Frank Lampard comes up, the ball is handed to Gerrard, Essien is on the top and the ball is handed to Mackin on his back.

Mikel clung to him, five minutes had passed, regular time was about to end, and the fourth official on the sidelines was ready to hold up a plaque for four-minute stoppage time.

Many Chelsea fans have vaguely seen the team's first Champions League tribulation, cursing the annoying red color and accepting defeat early.

"There's not much time left, Liverpool need to hurry", the narration has changed to McManaman, "We have Istanbul and nothing is impossible", he yelled at the end.

Mackin was completely crazy, he was on top of Mikel, there was very little space, and after a little more hesitation, he faced a three-man bag, so he stepped on the ball and knocked the ball under Mikel's crotch with his heel, because he knew that Torres was behind him.

Turning hard, Mikel raised his arm to stop him, but after all, he didn't dare to let go of the tackle, the free kick in this position was too dangerous, and he was yellow carded.

Terry and Alex had already come to close the door in a frenzy, but Mackin was still desperately at risk of injury, facing Alex's shovel spikes, directly stepping on the ball that Torres desperately stepped on, and shot with one kick, his body flew up, and Alex's sliding leg under the tackle would be under his raised feet.

"Mark, shoot ......", McManamando hoped that this was a world wave, but unfortunately in a hurry, Mark Qin was able to draw the ball, which was already the limit.

Cech only moved slightly and lifted the ball over the crossbar with both hands, "Oops, it's a bit positive, it's a pity," Maika said regretfully.

"Liverpool have to take this corner, stoppage time has been played, four minutes, it's Liverpool's last chance", Peterson finally found to almost interject.

Without delay, Mack immediately ran to the corner area, and everyone who could go up in Liverpool went up, even Reina, and this corner kick grabbing may be their last chance.

Mark Qin set the ball and looked up, the stadium lights were still bright, but the penalty area was so oppressive that he couldn't see the figure clearly, tearing and pulling, and the referee's whistle sounded several times to stop the dispute.

A quick half-high ball was driven out of the corner area, but to everyone's surprise, it did not fly to the penalty area, but fell outside the penalty area, the top of the arc of the big penalty area.

The crowd pressed forward to rush to the top, making it look particularly empty, and outside the penalty area, except for Mascherano who was dragging behind, there was only the tall Aurelio.

"Mark, he's out of the box, Aurelio ......", McManaman roared frantically as he saw Aurelio pick up his thighs, and the closest to him was three meters away.

"Bang", this is an extremely strong kick, when he sees the ball coming towards him, he has no time to think about why, only subconsciously slap his foot!

God has not given up on them, the ball is fast against the low height of the turf, straight to the penalty area, straight to the goal, even if the penalty area is full of people, there is no gap.

Then "bang", "boom", set off a wave that was incomparably gorgeous and beautiful in the eyes of Makqin!

"Goaaaaal ......", McManaman is crazy, Peterson is crazy, Zhan Jun is crazy, Redknapp Jr. is crazy, all the red on the field is crazy, all the red in the stands is crazy, all the red in the world is crazy.

Nobody cares how he refracted and jumped headlong into that damn net, no one cares! And importantly, the ball is fucking in!

"Roaring ......", "Ah......", the crazy Red Army soldiers didn't even understand who to go to celebrate, and they frantically stacked Arhats on the sidelines.

"Boom ......", the Red Army stands completely ushered in an explosion, and it was boom, boom, roar constantly! The earthquake shakes the mountains, the sun and the moon change, and the rivers change color!

“Goaaaaal…… GoalGoalGoal…… hat F**K Goal......", Peterson is already wild, "This is Liverpool, this is Liverpool, this, this is Liverpool!" ”

No words can describe, no verses can describe, ecstasy fills the chest, only to drink three thousand cups, to live up to the good years of today.

Mackin even burst into tears with laughter, whether it was crying or laughing, they, just now, had already stepped into the abyss and began to fall!

Now, they're back on the shore! , Aurelio has been kissed on the face, and the whole process was finally released in slow motion, it was Torres's bare feet that completed this fatal refraction!

"Oh my God", the crowd in the bar, some even knelt down to pray, kissed the earth excitedly, burst into tears, the sun was still shining on Liverpool!

Hiddink stood on the sidelines in a daze, unbelievable, the duck in his hand, actually flew, the same head roared, and all the blue in the penalty area, some of them sat on the ground blankly, some looked at the goal blankly, God, are you playing tricks on us?

Barak clutched his head in disbelief, the world shouldn't be like this, Alonso, Kuyt, Enrique had already gotten up from their seats, and then ran frantically down the stands, ran to the bottom railing, raised their arms and shouted, screaming at the sky.

"Equalised, miracle, Liverpool equalized in stoppage time, the game is coming to an end, Liverpool equalised, this is Liverpool, this is Liverpool!" , Zhan Jun's frantic cry could only come out of his hoarse voice at this time.

If it weren't for the referee who stopped Liverpool's celebrations, they might have been able to go on forever, and it was a carnival that couldn't be finished.

Then, there's ......

"Attack, keep attacking, they panicked, messed up, scared", Mark, who restarted the game, screamed and took the lead towards the heart of Chelsea.

Less than two minutes into the game, the ball was passed back in layers, and Chelsea were really in chaos, they didn't dare to take the ball, and drove the ball to the feet of Agg.

It's good, his long pass is the most accurate.

"Defend back, steady, mark people", Hiddink on the sidelines was completely messed up, he didn't know what he was shouting, he just felt scared.

In the past few minutes, from Liverpool's life and death, suddenly turned upside down, it has become Chelsea's life and death, and he knows that the team is in chaos at this time.

Now all he's thinking about you fucking the referee blowing the whistle, I'm going to stop this damn game, I'm going to play extra time, I'm going to kick a penalty!

"Liverpool, Liverpool is crazy, they are still pressing on the attack like crazy, there is still time in the final game of the game, do they think the miracle just now is not enough?" , Peterson was also shocked, he had not yet recovered from the passion just now, and then another wave of madness struck.

Yes, not enough, not enough, far from enough, the flame of passion has not burned out, and there is no end to the crazy charge.

This is the beginning of madness, this is the continuation of atonement, a new chapter is important, the road to the gods will also be paved, and the wheel of history will be reversed.

Click, that's the bell of fate, that's the belated glow!

The ball flew straight up from the back, and in his most direct way, we had only one purpose, which was to attack, attack, that huge goal.

It found Gerrard, who was already on the verge of attack, and leaped high and headed the ball wide to the ribs of the penalty area, knowing that Makqin and Torres were both charging over there.

A broad chest, it doesn't need to be too strong, but it's enough to carry hope, it doesn't need to be too heavy, but it's enough to support dreams.

It was a red chest, rushing into the forbidden area like the wind, and in the midst of a cry of fear "stop him", he moved forward bravely.

Torres blocked Terry and Mackin chested the ball straight past Ivanovic, who was still trying to clear the ball with a header, and would not give him another chance.

The speed was fast, and the ball flew to the bottom line of the ribs, and behind it was a running red figure.

"Mark, Mark, he got into the box, he had a shot ......", Peterson hoarsely shouted the name of hope again and he appeared in a critical position.

"Oh", all the fans in the stands stood up, blue was exclamation, red was expectation, and some even had tears on their faces, unbelievable.

Hell is only one step away from heaven, heaven with the left foot, and earth with the right foot.

Cech nervously moved to the near post, there was nothing he could do about the goal, and he couldn't let the ball go back into the net in less than two minutes.

Then they will definitely be reduced to another fairy tale, a miserable setting.

It's just that the black-haired boy in red has picked up his left leg, just like the spot where he volleyed on his first appearance, at a 30-degree angle to the goal, to the right side of the goal, to the right of Cech.

Everything is like the end, and everything is like a new beginning.

"Bang", his left foot slammed firmly into the ball, and then there was a swift light, he skimmed the panicked palm of Cech, skimmed over the edge of the six-yard box, and then slammed straight into the far post, Duang bounced into the net.

Left foot, it pumps to fate, smashes hell, draws out of heaven!

"Ho ho ho ......", that is countless explanations that are incredulous and confusing, and that is the heroic ending that the cry of the world can no longer burst out.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, that's the countless pairs of fingers in the stands, countless hands hugging their heads and crying, that's the arms flying in all the bars.

It was too exciting for a while, but it lost its voice, lost its language, and even lost its reaction, and the team members, whether red or blue, were all holding their heads in their hands, unbelievable, this is what they saw, the ending.

A tear fell from the stands, and a fresh breeze blew in the sky, the color of the moon.

Light sprinkles greenery.

Only the red, black-haired boy, who had taken off his shirt and waved wildly, ran along the plastic track around the circle, the crazy shouters, and then he followed more and more crowds behind him, because the referee had already blown the whistle.

This doesn't give any chance to regret it, lore!

Madness, roar, run, this glory belongs to you, this salvation belongs to you, everything in the world belongs to you.

“Goaaaaaaaaal…… GoalGoalGoal......,my god,my,my ,my ......", no one cares about his incoherent words, because all of them are like this, "Liverpool scored two goals in four minutes, and they are Champions League winners......"

The roar sounded all over the world at the same time, and this ending was even faster than a roller coaster, and it was simply unacceptable for a moment of speed.

Blue, is it painful? All of them fell to the ground, which was even more painful than last year, tears crawled all over their cheeks, Hiddink was stunned, and Abu kicked the stool.

Parry and Little Moores hugged wildly, embracing football, honor, or still.

All the people on the pitch at Liverpool joined the army of long-distance runners, followed by the dark-haired teenager, Alonso jumping down, Enrique jumping down, Kuyt jumping off and Cahill.

Roaring, screaming, laughing, and tearful.

It's all strange, Mackin just ran and ran, all the camera shots followed him, his face was crawling with tears, but he didn't know, he didn't know if it was fun or what.

Tears were wet, the wind was faint, blowing into his mouth, salty.

Until he couldn't run anymore, he threw himself under the stands of the fans, and then several fans jumped down, teammates and gathered around, and then there were hugs, and it was a carnival.

Then the road to godhood suddenly opened......