"It was Italy's first goal in semi-final regulation time in the 100-year history of the European Championship! Made by bad boy Balotelli! He was shrewd enough to find a gap between Boateng and Hummels."

"It was his third goal", Wilson continued, "and since coming off early in the first game with a bit of an erratic performance, Balotelli was the key to the Italian's victory in the next three games......

Balotelli, who scored a goal, ran directly outside the bottom line, staring at the stands with his inexplicable expression, revealing an indescribable inexplicability!

"Roar, ......", his teammates pounced one after another, including Pirlo, who resembled the shape of the artist's head, but he could clearly see the vicissitudes of time on his face.

A year older than Steven Gerrard, he is already 33 years old, and the average star is already considering a move to the United States, but Mackin knows that he will play in Italy for another 5 or 6 years before he is a model of a true professional footballer.

A player of 36 or 7 can still be the core of the giants, and there are only a few who can do it, Gerrard, Pirlo, Alonso, Zidane, Iniesta......

"Andre is in much better shape this time than he was in South Africa two years ago," Makqin said to himself.

"You want to play Andre in the final?" , Isabella asked.

"Hmm", he nodded slightly, unable to rule out this longing in his heart, like an explanation of the past.

I think he was eager to challenge Zidane! I am old, and I hate not to be born at the same time!

Not being able to compete with those legends, especially those in the midfield, has always been a regret for him.

Although his world has Xavi, Alonso, Messi, Ronaldo, and heroes from all walks of life......

But that generation of football was different.

Andrea Pirlo, probably the only player who has inherited this classical style and played long enough, doesn't know if he has a second chance if he misses this opportunity.

'Italy's midfield is still in Pirlo's hands and Germany are attacking more aggressively, but that should be the rhythm that Italy prefers," Lineker said at the time.

Looking at the chic pick-up, stop, turn, let, and pick, the skills have been washed away, and the ingenuity is not worked, and it has a rhythm itself, as if it is a kind of beauty after thousands of tempers.

Get the ball where he's going!

Pirlo's job is to put it bluntly, this one, but he is like a gear lever that allows the parts of the Italian machine to work in harmony and unity.

"Ozil ......, straight ......, Podolski, oops, kick flying, Barzagli gives him quite a lot of space"

In the case of the piglet's initial recovery from injury and poor form, Khedira still can't support the German midfield, today's Germany, a little rigid, huge, but the real threat is not much.

"I'd love to see if Pirlo can be so comfortable in front of Marc," Rheinker said as Buffon tossed another hand-tossed ball directly to Pirlo, who easily flashed past Khedira.

The ball was swiftly handed to Montorivo on the side, and if Pirlo was the commander-in-chief, then Montolivo and Cassano were his right-hand men, and many of the final passes were made by them.

It didn't look like a particularly good chance, as Montolivo sent a 30-metre pass straight down the flank of midfield, the problem was that it wasn't straight behind the defender or straight to Balotelli's feet, but the middle ground between him and defender Boateng, which was theoretically not a good pass.

But football sometimes depends on luck, and today Italy or Balotelli's luck was particularly good.

"Oops, Boateng, Balotelli, he erased it, dribbled straight into the box, Balotelli, shot ......"

Sometimes classic goals are always full of surprises, in fact, Balotelli's kick is a bit twitching, he likes to volley too hard, so the conversion rate of shots is not high.

But this foot perfectly drew an outer instep arc, dodging the attacking Neuer, and going straight into the near corner, the dead corner!

"I'll go, tsk", Makqin believes, and if he lets Balotelli play 10 more times, he won't be able to play this kind of ball again.

"Goaaaaal...... and Balotelli again, scored twice, and he completely broke out today ......"

"Boateng has a lot of responsibility for the ball, he chose to go up for the tackle, but it was easily erased by Balotelli, which is a typical error of judgment......"

In Mackqin's view, Boateng has never been too top a central defender, and similar to this inexplicable mistake, he has not made many mistakes in his career, and he is not stable enough.

After the goal, Ba Shen frantically took off his shirt in the German penalty area and made muscular bodybuilding movements, but the two bandages on his back made him a little funny no matter how he looked at it, rather than looking proud, but the important thing was that the ball went in.

Italy led by two goals.

And when Italy is ahead, they rarely lose......

"There is no hope for Germany, let's prepare for Italy." , Mackin picked up his phone casually and sent a text message to Capello.

"I'm afraid so", Capello almost replied in seconds, and it seems that the other side basically agrees with this conclusion.

As an Italian, Capello understands better how difficult it is to win Italy with a two-goal lead.

Even if the team is Germany.

In fact, it was also true that the Germans, who were two goals behind, may have really been inspired by the blood, and they experienced a nightmare first half after being praised by the media all the way.

Italy scored two goals with three shots, hammer and hammer, to the point!

They launched a crazy bombardment of the Italian penalty area, but the Italian defense line was not stormy, but as solid as a rock and as stable as Mount Tai!

In terms of the ability to resist attacks, they are really at the ancestral level.

"Gomez, header, Chiellini, once again made the German centre-forward unbalanced in the air......"

"Muller is on the pitch, I have always wondered, how can Loew change the formation in such a big game and let Muller be a substitute?"

"Time is running out for the German team, fifteen minutes have passed in the second half......"

'Germany, corner, Mesut Ozil, good chance......, eh? Who is this, a mess, the ball ...... The goal is in, the goal is ......, and the German team sees hope of equalising......"

"With less than 20 minutes to go, Germany still had a chance, Italy, Prandelli replaced Cassano, obviously he was going to hold on until the end of the game......"

In the second half of the second half, the situation instantly became tense, and the commentators could no longer care about small talk, but Mackin turned off the TV and got up directly.

"Huh? Don't you watch it? Isabella asked, confused.

"There will be no accidents, Italy will not give Germany a second chance, I'm a little tired, why don't we rest early......"

"Top out, top out ......", just as Mack Qin hugged Isabella to sleep, Buffon pushed his teammates in his penalty area and roared.

The competition has entered the final stage, and Germany is not only crazy, it is already crazy.

Neuer has already entered the Italian penalty area twice from corners, and Loew has replaced all the attacking players, but anyone who can be substituted.

Even Italy, a backline that is accustomed to indiscriminate bombardment, feels a little panicked.

"There are too many people in the exclusion zone! Go out, don't let them take advantage of the chaos to touch the opportunity ......", Buffon has made two world-class saves in a row, and in terms of consistency, no one in the goalkeeper world is the best.

"Will there be a miracle?" , Zhan Jun also said nervously, not really nervous, but brought into the atmosphere of the game.

"Germany are making the final suicidal attack, Neuer has run past the halfway line, Italy have been in danger in the box several times in the first few minutes, and the German fans are singing and ......"

Perhaps, God will not allow anyone to ruin the encounter between the former student and the teacher!

"Dut...... ......When the referee's whistle sounded, blue frantically slammed into the field, and white sat on the ground and cried.

"Italy, Italy, they defended to the end, they went to the final, they eliminated the favourites Germany, few people looked at them before the game, but, this is Italy"

Huang Jianxiang sang again, "Great Italy, they will meet England in the final, Pirlo and Mackqin, two generations of midfield masters direct dialogue ......"

"That's right", Zhan Jun continued, "This will be a classic duel in the history of the European Championship, and Pirlo and Mr. Ma will meet again since they first met seven years ago......

'Yes, at that time, Mr. Ma was still a kid and Andrea Pirlo was already playing in the Champions League final against Steven Gerrard, and today, now, they will meet again in the European Championship final......

After the game, Bashen became the darling of the media, and he has already scored four goals in this tournament, just two less than Mack Qin and more than all other players.

"If my dad came to watch the final, I could score a hat-trick......

"Mark is nothing big and of course we will win in the final because I'm Balotelli ......"

For a time, the genius killer of the Italian front line was famous all over the world, with a strange temper and abnormal brain circuits? Whoever cares about him, as long as he can score goals!

……

For the opponent in the final, Mackin didn't care, and meeting Pirlo was only a small wish of his kind.

And at this point, there is only one game left in the European Cup.

Ultimate...... Decisive battle!

The moment the car door opened, Markin was like Zuckerberg who leaked secrets in later generations, with three layers inside and three layers outside.

The front and back of the body, the left and the right, are all long guns and short cannons!

"Where did you go yesterday?"

"Do you know the result?"

"What do you think of Italy, the opponent in the final?"

"Balotelli threatens to beat you......"

Three days, three days to go, and the player in front of them may become a god! Or, leave the regret of the century!

But in any case, it's all Queungshi news!

After Zidane, a new generation of football leaders, England's champions, and symbols of victory.

Makqin smiled, not afraid of being disturbed by the dense microphone, he was used to it.

"...... Seven Years Ago"

He spoke...... Quiet......

It's like a lake, a pebble is thrown into it, he is the focus, and everything else is instantly quiet.

"Andre is half my teacher, we met at the beginning of my football journey and I will never forget the influence he had on me......"

"He's great, both on and off the field, maybe he doesn't know what he means to me, but in three days I'll repay him with my highest respect......"

"I'll let him see all of my skills, I think it's the best meeting for me and for him......"

The era has come to an end, and it has also come to the moment of opening, Marmelo personally opened his own curtain, and now, he wants to close history with high respect!

In 2012, there is no end times, but there is a coming year.

The one who runs freely in the wind, and the one that shines in the public eye, will be complete, brand-new, and an era.

Goodbye to the past! For yourself, but also for the journey.

"He only has Pirlo ...... in his eyes", how to say it, perhaps shocked by a realm and pattern, Mark Qin's accident went smoothly, and the reporter automatically got out of the way for the day.

Looking at this man who is already enough to look up to, "Balotelli, snort, don't tease......"

Neville tapped him on the shoulder at the door, and the two turned and walked towards the hotel, whispering behind them, getting farther and farther away......