Golden Greenery

As soon as he got up in the morning, Messi felt that today was a little unusual. The flower magpies outside the bathroom window sang songs to him. After taking a shower, Messi suddenly realized that he looked handsome in the mirror. All of this puts Messi in a good mood, and he always feels like something big is going to happen today.

At this point in the game, although Messi has not been able to score a goal under the surging offensive, he is very comfortable touching the ball under his feet and feels very good about the game. But when he lost the ball in the 18th minute, Messi couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

The teammates looked at Xiao Milito, their eyes full of evil. Xiaomi also lowered his head in inferiority, avoiding the anger in everyone's eyes. At this time, Messi saw Zhuoyang walking towards Xiao Milito, and raised the hand that slapped Marcos' big mouth from a distance.

Messi wanted to run over and hold Zhuoyang, but his feet did not move because he was not sure whether he could hold him. It would be ugly if Zhuoyang didn't give him face.

Abidal also saw Zhuo Yang's actions. He was urgently considering whether he should help Zhuo Yang if he attacked Xiao Milito, because he was sure that he was not Zhuo Yang's opponent.

Xiao Milito was very nervous. He knew that he was the first person in the team to offend Zhuo Yang, for the No. 18 jersey. Moreover, Zhuo Yang has treated almost everyone in the team to dinner in the past six months, but he has not treated himself. If Zhuo Yang now slaps him twice to express his personal anger because of a mistake and conceding the ball, no matter what happens after the fight, Zhuo Yang will still be Zhuo Yang, but he will be finished.

Zhuoyang's raised arm quickly fell and hugged Xiao Milito's shoulders.

"Xiaomi, good job. The defense must dare to control the ball. I don't blame you for losing the ball. Who hasn't memorized it before?" Zhuoyang said cheerfully.

"Fuck, Zhuoyang, you're not mocking me, are you?"

"I'm full!" Zhuo Yang said, "Guess who should be blamed for losing the ball?"

"…who is to blame?"

"I blame you fellow! I blame Leo Messi." After finishing speaking, Zhuo Yang shouted at Messi: "Leo, are you okay? You can't get one in for a long time, are you an undercover?"

"Here, give, give..." Messi smiled happily. "Don't worry, I have a feeling I will score today."

"Okay! Is this what you said? If you can't make two, let Xiaomi tear you alive."

"Two... no problem! Leave it to me."

Zhuo Yang put his arms around Xiao Milito's shoulders and shook him: "Did you hear that? Losing the ball is nothing.

We have Leo, just call him back. But today our tactics require all three lines to dare to control the ball, and you did a good job. "

"Everyone! You are all veterans on the court. You can definitely see that Arsenal is not the best one today, so don't worry about the mistakes in the back. If we score two in front, they will collapse. Continue to play according to the tactics and rhythm just now, and the game is certain. Can take it."

There are two central defenders, one is a guest player and the other is a perennial guard of the water cooler. There are no substitutes on the bench. Zhuoyang cannot let mutual complaints and distrust spread in the defense, otherwise it will be bad.

Zhuo Yang walked away, and Xiao Milito felt a lot relieved. Toure patted Xiao Mi on the shoulder and said to him: "Zhuo Yang... is a nice person." After saying that, he took a special look at Abidal.

Because the score situation is dominant and the central defender is slightly worried, Guardiola arranged Abidal, who is better defensively, on the left back today, and Maxwell, who is good at offense, sat on the bench.

After stabilizing the morale of the army, Barcelona continued to maintain a suppressive ball control advantage, and the effect was immediate.

In the 21st minute, Zhuoyang once again took the ball and moved forward. After being blocked by Vermaelen, he pushed it diagonally to Messi. The two played monkey-walking less than five meters apart.

Messi passed the ball back to Zhuoyang from under Sylvester's crotch. Zhuoyang pretended to take a long shot to distract Clichy and then passed it to Messi from under Sylvester's crotch. At this moment, the French felt that their crotch was a free highway tunnel.

Messi's left-footed shot from the top arc went straight into the dead center of the goal, 1:1, and the total score was 4:3.

Although Zhuoyang didn't play much in midfield in Barcelona, ​​people with a discerning eye can still see the difference between him and Xavi in ​​midfield control. Xavi's rhythm and passing are more Spanish, with exquisiteness in the splendor. Zhuo Yang is more majestic, and his every move is free and full of charm.

The 30-year-old Xavi and the 31-year-old Pirlo were once the two most outstanding technical midfielders in the football world. Xavi was slightly better at passing the threatening ball, while Pirlo had more experience in controlling the rhythm. Zhuoyang's study of rhythm is the way he learned from Pirlo. After all, they stayed together closely for three years.

When facing the media, "Who do you think is better, Pirlo or Xavi?" Zhuo Yang said that the two were equally matched, but he gave Pirlo the title of "Old Artist of Midfield Pass".

Zhuoyang is no less than Pirlo in terms of rhythm control, and he does not need a dedicated person around him to protect him. When it comes to passing threatening balls, Zhuoyang and Harvey have different styles. He is not as fast as Harvey, but he is better at calculation and more accurate.

In other words, in terms of overall ability in the defensive midfielder position, Zhuoyang surpasses Harvey, but if Harvey is placed on the bench, it will also appear to be a waste of resources. Harvey's level is enough for Barcelona, ​​and Zhuoyang can improve the team's offense and defense to a higher level.

Xavi cannot suppress Rosicky and Nasri on his own, but Zhuoyang can.

In the 31st minute, Zhuo Yang boldly pressed high and forced Rosicky back step by step into a full-back, but Zhuo Yang did not spare this 'pseudo Mozart'. In front of Zhuo Yang, whose piano reputation is no less than that of football, who dares to call himself the Mozart of football? No matter how thick your face is, it won’t do.

Rosicky was very thin-skinned. He did not argue with Zhuoyang for a while, but in a hurry, he kicked the football horizontally to Sylvester who came to respond. Not only was there a sinkhole, but he was also undercover. Sylvester played the ball in the other direction directly to Busquets, which shocked Xiaobu himself.

Now I can work with my eyes closed! Xiao Bushun passed to Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang passed the ball diagonally, and Messi made a direct pass, a skillful routine.

Messi, who was near the penalty spot, pushed the ball without stopping and the ball hit the net. 2:1, the total score is 5:3. I am afraid Arsenal themselves think that hope is just an illusion.

Messi, who scored twice, said happily: "I keep my word. If I say I will score two, I will score two."

Xiao Milito was really relieved at this time, and he looked at Messi with a grateful look. Zhuoyang adjusted the captain's armband for Messi: "Captain Mei, I'm afraid two are not enough. You haven't scored a hat trick in the Champions League, have you? Let's get one today!"

Messi looked at the chirping Zhuoyang and thought of the magpie on the branch outside the window in the morning.