Love me or hate me, I'm here, Anfield – Mark Hader.

I don't know how many years later, outside the majestic new Anfield Stadium, a steady stream of tourists rushed to take pictures with a sculpture with the inscription clearly engraved on it.

Next to this statue is the even more ancient Bill Shankly, "Football has nothing to do with life and death, football is higher than life and death".

A spark can start a prairie fire;

The spiritual fire is eternal!

"Dad, what's drawn down here?" A little boy holding a soccer ball and just finished taking a photo, he turned back and pointed to the scene carved under the statue and asked.

"Oh, son, that's Mark's die-hard group, called MKQ18, they always watch over him, even the days he left Anfield, here is the scene of them cheering for it in the stadium~"

"I want to listen to their stories, I want to hear them~", the little boy begged with his father's legs.

The man picked up his son and rubbed his little face with a smile, "Okay, my good son~, at that time, ah......"

……

Just after the 11th National Day holiday, there are a lot more people visiting Liverpool than usual, and even Sam's Pizza's business is improving.

It was getting late, and in a small bar next door, there were only seven or eight tables scattered around, and Sam, the owner of the pizzeria, was sipping a beer in the form of a chef.

It's Liverpool's home week, and there's an unknown number of places where gatherings like this take place, with four or five people around the table, and Mackin sitting in them with a drink.

"Tony, have another drink," Sam shouted into the bar, wiping his beard.

"No, I finally won the ball and sold out"

"Shit, Harry, you should let your brother close the door~", Sam said as he turned to the other bearded man on the table.

"No problem, your pizzeria is short of manpower anyway~", Harry said with a full burp and a whistle.

Mackin seemed quite familiar with the atmosphere, sitting in his chair and laughing as they chatted and farted.

It's just a block away from Peter's house, next to Sam's pizzeria, and Harry is the same stadium maintenance staff who let him into Anfield when he first arrived at Liverpool.

After Peter's marriage, there were fewer such gatherings, but Mackin was very willing to stay with them, just like he used to feel like drinking and watching football with his buddies.

"f**k, he's going to bring down my pizzeria~, Mark will be famous in the future, I'm a chain, I don't want this lazy worm~", Sam waved his hand and said exaggeratedly.

"Haha, Sam, my garage is running a chain, and your pizzeria can't even be opened," said Aaron, who was next to him.

"That~", Ma Qin put the finished cup on the table, "When I become famous, I will advertise for you and ensure that you all open a chain~"

"Haha, for the sake of the chain, cheers~, hell, Tony, if you don't have more wine in the future, I'll smash your bar~"

Liverpool's big win today finally saved the decline of the past month or so, and they were in a good mood to watch this game, although it is unrealistic, you always expect your favorite team to keep winning, and once you lose, you will feel bad.

Mark Qin walked on the way back, feeling comfortable and looking forward to tomorrow~

After three months of reserve team life, Hughie finally put Mark Qin in the squad of the reserve team, for him who was trained as the core as soon as he entered Cokby, these three months were as difficult as a monk who eats the marrow and knows the taste~

Well, it's uncomfortable to itch all over your body......

Others can't understand the anxiety in his heart, just like a mosquito sees blood, doesn't play football, and he doesn't know what the meaning is to live again, desire is a thing, many people have been satisfied in previous lives, and it is not so easy to satisfy those who are not satisfied.

Man is always dominated by a latent craving.

Mark Qin in the room next door.

"Huh? It's not good, it's not good~", Ai Ming said as he leaned on Jenny's back and pointed to the design drawing that I didn't know what it was.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work~", Jenny angrily swept the drawings aside, "You can draw it yourself~"

"Oh, good Jenny, be good~", Ai Ming shook her shoulder, "How can I compare with you, a big designer~, your family is a royal designer family~"

She was right, Jenny's mother had her own clothing design brand, was a well-known designer in London's high-end tailor street, and did design many styles for the royal family.

"Oops, oops, don't shake it~"

"Good Jenny~, you're the best for me, aren't you, it's almost, insist, insist", Ai Ming said coaxing her with a small face.

"Alas, I'm afraid of you, get out of the way~", Jenny swept her away with one arm.

"Okay, okay, I'll get up~"

In the living room, Peter brought Chen Zixuan a cup of coffee, sat down and glanced upstairs, and asked, "What is Shanny busy with, ding-huh?" ”

Chen Zixuan said while watching TV: "It seems to be designing some logo~, huh~, eh, you are good at the level of coffee brewing~"

"Yes, I learned it at the coffee shop you like," Peter said, leaning over and hugging her.

"Dead look~, eh, what's going on with your broker's license", she asked, putting down her coffee.

"Well, I'm already working on it, I've got a few friends to help, and I should be able to do it by the end of the year."

"Then you're ...... in the future, huh? , Shanni, what are you doing going out so late, what about your brother~", seeing Ai Ming and Jenny walking down, dressed as if they were going out, Chen Zixuan asked.

"My brother hasn't come back from Tony's yet~, let's go find my classmates and I'll be back in a while~"

"Bang~"

Chen Zixuan shook her head helplessly, babbling all day long~

……

The next afternoon, Liverpool Stadium.

The game was not scheduled to be played at Anfield, so expensive the turf was used by the reserve team without spectators, and the club had to pay for bankruptcy.

There were dozens of people sitting scattered in the audience, and the shouts of the players on the field were more lively than them.

Mackin was sitting on the bench watching the game intently, today was their home game against Manchester City's reserve team, and the time had already entered the second half, and the two sides were 0-0 without any achievements.

"Quickly replace, quickly replace~", a little girl with clear eyebrows played with her fingers and kept breaking her thoughts.

"Sanny, don't worry," Sam yawned, and he was almost asleep.

Oops, annoyed, Ai Ming grabbed his hair fiercely, it's been almost seventy minutes, if my brother can't play, they will prepare for most of the night in vain.

"Eh, don't sleep, Jenny", Emin bored and began to tease Jenny, who was confused.

"Ah~, miamia~, your brother is on the field?" Jenny rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked hard at the field, looking for a dark-haired creature~

"Don't look at it~", Ai Ming shook his hand in front of her eyes.

"Oh, I haven't played yet, then I'll sleep again~", leaning back and immediately meeting Zhou Gong again.

Don't underestimate the curse of a whining girl!

When Hughie was almost eighty minutes old, he finally removed his buttocks, which had been warm with the chair for a long time, and patted Mackin on the back.

"Boy, go on the field and feel the ......"

"......", gone?

Hey? It's out, so lift it up!

Mackin was still waiting for his teammates to leave the field on the sidelines, and a cheer rang out from the back, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet stadium.

"Mark, Mark, you're a genius~,......"

He was frightened, and when he looked back, what was it?

The rest of the crowd in the stadium and the bench also looked at their small group.

The white letters on a red background reminded him of the slogans of the Revolution, and under the slogans stood a row of people, Sam, Harry, Aaron, Tony, Emin, Jenny......

"Mark, we've got your back forever, MKQ18"

His heart warmed, when did they get this? Why didn't I tell myself last night.

Not to mention, the logo design of this "MKQ18" is a bit horizontal~

waved at them, and played with a flying kiss, which made Ai Ming directly soprano~

Hughie turned his head to look at the group, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

"If you don't play, you don't have to go up~", the fourth referee patted him on the shoulder and said.

He turned around, and the fourth referee pointed him to his watch.

"Oh good"

He stepped onto the pitch with a familiar breath......

The game ended so calmly, and Makqin's statistics were three passes, zero shots, and zero steals~

He repaid Hughie's trust in him with an absolute zero turnover, and when he was there, he didn't give City any chances.

The die-hard group in the audience cheered for him, the players on the field hugged him, and the coach patted him on the back to encourage him.

He felt that the future was bright.

Satiated.

"I said you guys are here to cheer me on today, or are you here to eat?" , he asked, pulling out his wallet.

Sam picked his teeth, and eating other people's food was fragrant.

"In the initial period, there was no membership fee, and everything was difficult at the beginning, after all, it belonged to your organization, so you had to support it a little"

"Yes, this is what our president has decided, and you have to reimburse the cost of design fees and props~", Jenny also followed the knife.

"You will grow ......"

Looking at the bunch of fingers pointing at the girl who was still chirping, Mark Qin honestly went to pay the bill.

As soon as I finished signing the order at the front desk of the lobby, I turned my head and saw a familiar figure sneakily following the two people upstairs.

This hotel has one meal and accommodation, and the two just now are obviously business personnel, what is she doing with it?

Curious, he grabbed his wallet and followed.

The proud army of life came out and looked left and right, "Huh? Where's your brother? ”

"I don't know, I was slaughtered, where to heal my wounds~, ah~, comfortable, where are you going next time?"