Golden Greenery

A person who originally had hair and a bald head has completely different concepts from a bald person who has lost all his hair. It is the difference between a kiwi fruit and an egg. And Everton striker Andy Johnson is the best of eggs, shining brightly.

The 27-year-old Johnson is Everton's highest-paid player. This short and aggressive bald winger scored 21 goals in the Premier League in the 2004-05 season. Scar only scored 25 that year. However, since moving to Everton in 2005, he has gradually become addicted to diving and is content with it. As Mourinho said, Johnson is a "person with no integrity" who "has spent his life pursuing diving." For this reason, Johnson almost went to court to sue Mourinho for defamation.

In fact, Johnson's flopping was not very clever, and it did not reach the level described by Inzaghi at all. He just dared to flop. He was good at numbers and sown widely but reaped little. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gained the reputation of the 'Fuck King' and become notorious to everyone.

At that moment in the first half, Johnson was originally going to take a penalty kick, but unfortunately he didn't calculate it and was half a step too early. But things on the line were ambiguous. If it had been Maldini, he might have missed it.

Maldini and Nesta paid attention. If anyone could trick these two gods again, it would be worth bragging for a lifetime. Until the second half, Johnson never found a chance to dive.

Baines got down and passed to Arteta. The Spanish midfielder dodged Pirlo's press and passed the ball diagonally to Johnson from the other side. Bald Qiang took advantage of the situation and entered the penalty area.

The American caught up and drove him towards the bottom line. Gattuso happened to focus on Arteta who was preparing to respond. As a result, Maldini had a short leisure time.

While the cavalry was pressing Johnson from the side, they greeted Nesta in a low voice: "Young Master!" The two old monsters didn't need to exchange any more words. They immediately had a tacit understanding of what to do next.

The graceful inner beauty instantly transformed into a wild gangster, raised her right leg a foot off the ground and swept forward. The target was obviously not the football but Johnson's head. At the same time, the celestial Maldini also transformed into a mace, and the momentum of his violent shovel reminded people of the bloodthirsty Attila the Hun.

Johnson was overjoyed. His hind legs dragged him for a moment and then he rose violently, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Bald Qiang hugged his calf and rolled endlessly on the ground, screaming miserably as if all his muscles and bones were broken. When the expected whistle sounded, Johnson glanced sideways in his busy schedule, only to find Nesta and Maldini standing next to him, one on each hip and one with arms folded, with endless teasing in their eyes. and ridicule.

Nesta didn't kick him at all, and Maldini didn't tackle him at all. The two gods just made a look at the same time, and it didn't even count. They were feinting and fouling, and they were still light years away from him. In the eyes of others, Johnson is like a remote-controlled spring man. His performance is full of exaggeration and falsehood, and is completely inferior. The old man who went out to do amateur porcelain on the street the day before looked more like him.

The furious Spanish referee Laos couldn't wait for Johnson to get up from the ground, so he couldn't wait to show him a yellow card, followed by a red card. In the first half, Guang Touqiang and Bonera clashed, with Huang taking the lead.

Andy Johnson died before he left the field. As he walked down the field, Andy Johnson looked back three times every step. His eyes were full of unwillingness and desolation. The spring breeze in March could not soothe his soul. Johnson couldn't figure out how Maldini and Nesta, who looked so good-looking and upright, could be so stupid, and their fake movements were so lifelike from momentum to rhythm.

Two veteran football players from the Colts and the United States worked together to teach Johnson a life lesson: flopping is not the way to go.

Diving is an art and a state.

The referee awarded a free kick in the backcourt of Milan's penalty area. Karachi put the football away and found Maldini waving him away. Karachi's goalkeeping skills are quite average, but his feet are really average. The accuracy of long passes basically depends on his character.

The cavalry slowly and lazily opened up the distance. In fact, they had been observing the situation in the front court. After seeing Zhuo Yang giving him a secret gesture from afar, the cavalry immediately started their approach. While hitting the ball with the first third of his right foot, Zhuoyang also suddenly cut in and advanced in the frontcourt. Maldini and he aimed at the 40-meter line outside the top of the arc.

The extremely accurate long pass has always been a unique skill developed by the horse team at the center back position, but this time he was a bit embarrassed. The kick was obviously a bit too big, and the football had a weird acceleration at the end of the flight. Zhuo Yang I jumped up and stretched my neck almost like a giraffe but couldn't get on the football.

The football passed over Zhuoyang and the crowd that surrounded them, and hit the grass behind them hard. It suddenly bounced up again, reaching the same height as it came.

Howard's goalkeeper was about to attack, but only halfway through he found that everyone missed the mark. He hurriedly braked and stopped. After the ball rebounded, based on empirical observation, his current position was just right to pick up the second spot.

When the football was about to reach Howard's air defense area, it suddenly had a weird acceleration and level flight. It passed directly over his head before falling again. The landing point happened to be on the goal line. ‘Uh-huh! ’

Maldini took a direct free kick from the backcourt over 90 meters and sealed it with a sword!

They all said it was very windy today, and the Goodison Park stadium was not windproof. They all said the wind was weird today, sometimes getting louder and sometimes softer. The ball was not kicked in by the Cavaliers, it was blown in by the wind. The wind was British, but the goal was Italian. In the 71st minute of the game, AC Milan 2:1, total score 3:2, Everton must score at least two more.

Tim Howard was a man of great ambition, and it wasn't until four years later that he finally got his chance to imitate the same goal, scoring exactly the same goal in the wind against Bolton Wanderers in the Premier League, that he was finally satisfied. That day, he became the fourth goalkeeper to score in the Premier League. In the post-match interview, he said:

"The wind is the enemy of the goalkeeper, and I can understand how he (the opponent's goalkeeper) feels. I was once beaten in the same way by the great Maldini, and it was a terrible feeling."

Zhuo Yang picked up Maldini from behind and swung him around in a circle. When he put him down again, the forty-year-old horseman was so dizzy that he couldn't stand still. Although he said that Zhuo Yang was not big or small, Maldini was not fooling around. The happy look on Ni's face was like that of a groom at the door of the bridal chamber.

"The Cavaliers are so awesome, why retire? It's nothing to play for another two years." Zhuoyang's smile is sincere, and what he says is also sincere, Maldini can feel it.

Zhuo Yang, my good brother, at my age, whether I retire or not actually has little to do with whether I can still play.