Golden Greenery

In the Six Musketeers chat group.

Second brother: Damn it, Zhuo Yang really cried.

Xiaozhu: As an artist, you know, this thing comes quickly. When I returned to Victor for the first time, I wanted to cry, but I didn't.

Butcher: Zhuoyang, that’s not easy.

Grandpa: When I went back that year, I almost cried. Zhuo Yang was still better and dared to cry more than me.

Scar: I’ve never been back, otherwise I’d cry harder than him.

Butcher: Scar, you also engage in art? What art? Who are you doing?

Second Brother: The soul never comes to dream, which makes the hero burst into tears.

Scar: Get out!

Piggy: Hey! What a poem, my second brother has reached a new level of coquettishness.

Scar: I didn’t mention my second brother, what a poem. I ordered sixteen people to be slaughtered.

Second Brother: I really want to say that I wrote it, but it was written by Zhuo Yang, although I highly doubt that he plagiarized it from the ancients of their country.

Piggy: Yes, yes! If you say he composed a piece of music, I still believe it.

Scar: Zhuo Yang’s songs are very nice. I use them as ringtones on my mobile phone now. I feel that my whole temperament is much nobler.

Grandpa: It sounds really good. Zhuo Yang’s talent in music is not inferior to that in football.

Butcher: Scar, you are indeed an artist. Didn’t Wasiba slap you?

Second brother: I asked Zhuoyang to compose a song for some of us, and he agreed. Alas, if I had never seen the sun, I might have endured the darkness; but now, the sun has made my loneliness even more desolate. This song was written by me.

Scar: Get out!

Xiaozhu: No, no, I want Zhuo Yang to write one for each of us. His music, like Beethoven, must be passed down to the world, and each of us must sing one.

Scar: I didn’t mention my second brother, but sixteen people were slaughtered! Piggy is right, I agree.

Grandpa: That makes sense, and I agree.

Butcher: I agree too. If you can’t write it down, we’ll beat him up.

Piggy: Beat him!

Scar: Beat him!

Second Brother: I really wrote it, why don’t you praise me for my good writing?

Grandpa: Shut the hell up, why did Zhuo Yang cry and want to beat him up? Just watch the game.

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Second Brother: I really wrote it, please give me likes and compliments...

Mad Dog Rand was replaced by 25-year-old Sacharit, the former captain of the German U21 national youth team.

No matter in terms of height or playing style, Ritter looks like a replica of Ram. He is a generalist in the midfield and backfield, capable of playing on both sides as a full-back and defensive midfielder, and can even serve as a central defender. Ritter is slightly inferior to Philipp Lahm in that his forward assist ability is not as sharp, and his shooting ability is also slightly inferior. However, Ritter's defense is as smart as Lahm, and he is known for his reaction speed and ability to read the game. Eat with your brain.

The effect of Ritter's appearance was immediate. He not only restrained Ronaldinho from continuing to play, but also cooperated with Preuss to restrict Zhuoyang. Coupled with Madibao's crazy counterattack after falling behind, AC Milan was directly suppressed. It became two pancakes, and Zhuo Yang was forced to focus on blocking and clearing in front of the back line.

Madibao's gangster spirit is rooted in his bones. If he really attacks regardless of whether he is afraid of being hit behind him or losing his life, there are few in the world of football who can withstand it and are so stunned that they are afraid of losing their lives.

AC Milan can't even be considered horizontal. Even if there are three Zhuoyangs at this moment, it won't work. They can only survive the limelight first.

The teenager Royce couldn't break through, and he and Ozil shot three consecutive long-range shots from the outside. Twice they were blocked by the Cavaliers and Peng Peng who blocked the hole of the shot, and once was confiscated by Dida. But not long after the hand-tossed ball was taken, it was counterattacked by Ritter, and Madibao once again surrounded him and attacked madly.

Gomez and Ibishe couldn't rush in, so they fought at the back line again and again. Zhuoyang was knocked several times by them, and Maldini gritted his molars and refused to give in.

In the first place, pass the ball to Preuss. At this moment, Preuss did not play the ball immediately, but delayed slightly, waiting for the pressure on Milan's defense to ease and the transfer of Madibao teammates. Three seconds later, Preuss passed the ball diagonally to Zhirkov under Ronaldinho's nose. Dionysus directly kicked the ball, and the rhythm suddenly accelerated again.

Just such a simple speed, slow and fast, relaxed the left back Antonini's mind. He was snatched from behind by Ibisevic, who rushed towards the landing point with long strides. Maldini did not hesitate and spread out. He and Ibishe were like two trains, rushing towards the landing point.

With the same opportunity, he fell to the ground and put down a shovel at the same time. The football was knocked aside in a clash of arms. It is not sure who did it or who did it intentionally, but obviously good luck is on Madibao's side.

Ozil, who was close at hand, cleverly passed the gap left by Maldini, and even pulling Gomez couldn't stop him from taking off. The sprayer lay flat in the air and used two kicks to critically attack, and hitting the door in the air was like thunder on dry land.

Amidst the strange roars of the trolls, the football blasted into the goal!

1:1, the brave Madibao people tied the score. The Milanese were stunned by the opponent's bravery, and Zhuoyang was proud of Madiburg: My beloved Madiburg finally regained his blood and finally found the most terrifying way on the court.

Everyone in Milan stood dumbfounded. Gomez, the accomplished troll, stood up and continued to run towards Zhuo Yang with a strange roar. He kept pointing at him with his hands as he ran. It was obvious that he wanted to celebrate with Zhuo Yang. .

There was a black line on Zhuoyang's forehead: This... is inappropriate!

No longer hiding, he turned around and ran to the side. Gomez turned the corner and continued to catch up, without even slowing down. Behind the troll were thousands of Madibao people. . Zhuo Yang's beauty turned pale.

"Troll, don't... don't... it's inappropriate... give face..."

He was hiding and begging for mercy, but who listened to him! This scene made the Fort Madi fans in the stands burst into laughter in excitement.

Grit your teeth and stamp your feet! Since you can't hide, then don't hide. Zhuoyang stood still, quietly took up his stance, and watched Gomez, the howling monster, rush toward him.

The troll once again rose into the air and swooped in with open arms, hoping to hug Zhuo Yang into his arms. Zhuo Yang put his hands together, locked his right arm around his neck, rotated half a circle to dissipate the momentum, twisted his waist and raised his crotch, and used another move to knock the bastard down to the ground gently, and then rushed to follow. The soldiers from Fort Madi said: "Come on, press up." Just like before.

Taking the opportunity to sneak away and hide aside, Zhuo Yang looked at the Madibao man who had piled up his spray gun on the grass. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know whether he was tired or frightened.

Madiburg celebrated with joy, and the Milanese were ready to kick off again, but something suddenly happened on the field. First, Ibisevic frowned and limped, then sat down again. Then, Maldini gasped and waved to the sidelines.

In the crucial tackle before the goal just now, although both of them were rushing towards the ball without intentionally hurting anyone, the force was too strong after all, and the two of them collided with each other like sparks and earth. Maldini's hip muscles were in excruciating pain, and Ibisevic even sprained his knee ligaments.

Ibisevic is good at everything, but he is becoming more and more vitreous, and injuries are becoming more frequent. The last time it was the other leg, and it lasted more than half a month.

Therefore, before kick-off, An Pang and Uncle Zha suddenly changed players. It was this personnel adjustment that directly determined the outcome of this game.