Golden Greenery

Lippi stood on the sidelines with his hands spread out at a loss. He couldn't believe his eyes. Zhuoyang scratched his head hard on the court. He couldn't believe it, thinking he saw a fake Pirlo today. Zhuoyang wanted to run over and pluck Sleepy's face to see if one of his teammates was impersonating him.

Pirlo passed directly to the baseline, and the football flew over the goal like a happy lark.

Pirlo's pass not only scared Wang Dalei out of a cold sweat, but he also thought it was going to be a hanging goal. Everyone else was stunned. At this moment, not only the Chinese were questioning Pirlo's sincerity for the game, but even the Italians began to doubt whether Pirlo planned to sell out for glory.

Pirlo was as elegant and handsome as ever, and others couldn't see a trace of guilt in his smile.

Three jokes came from three passes. If we continue playing at this pace, Pirlo will be able to prevent Totti from being the best at the end of the game, and a "Sleeping Jokes Collection" will be released. Zhuo Yang also felt that if Pirlo continued to pass it on like this, the joke would be light and purely shameless. What else could he call sleeping skin? Is it okay to sleep without skin?

Pirlo didn't let the joke continue, in fact he didn't get to tell it at all. Sleepy got the ball in the midfield for the fourth time, but before it was passed, it was snatched away by Shao Jiayi, who is not good at intercepting the Chinese team.

This is not a joke, but a treason, just like Lin Daiyu robbed Wu Song with embroidery in the dark night, Wu Erlang's sword was confiscated by Sister Lin.

Linga's efforts to break into the depths of Italy single-handedly did not wait for the support of his teammates. Cannavaro used his unprecedented power in an extremely passive situation to avert the danger. When the danger was over, Ka Que put his hands on his thighs and bent down to see Pi Shao, breathing heavily like a steam train.

Do you think Mr. Pi will apologize to him? It doesn't exist. Pirlo ignored Cannavaro.

When the next wave of offensive and defensive transitions ended, the game quietly reached the 82nd minute. Time, like the noose of death, had already tightened around Italy's throat.

Pirlo received the ball in the midfield. This time he did not stop or pass, but took the ball leisurely and leisurely. Zhuoyang was very curious to see what kind of fool Pi Shao planned to make this time. Only the new Wang Dong among the Chinese team players pushed forward.

When the King's Cave was about to arrive, Sleepy Skin made a move, and a seemingly unhurried overhead small parabola suddenly shot out. It was not sharp but it came in an instant. He fell directly behind the Chinese team's defense. Zhuo Yangxin said: No!

Quagliarella stood out from the ribs against offside, and shot directly from the penalty area without waiting for the ball to hit the ground. Wang Dalei jumped out like a grasshopper,

Miraculously reject football paranoia with one palm.

The football flew toward the waistline of the penalty area at an oblique angle. Brother Meng fell from the sky and made a light follow-up shot that made the football rush into the goal from a small angle. 2:2, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Afterwards, Zhuoyang thought about it carefully. It was not surprising at all that Pirlo, who had not seriously touched the ball for more than a month, could find the feeling in ten minutes. It only took four touches to restore the ball feel to its peak level. This is the strength of Sleepy Skin.

But at the moment when the ball was lost, Zhuo Yang, who was doing nothing in the process, still felt his scalp numb. He seriously suspected that Pirlo had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and paralyzed the Chinese team by pretending to be a low-level and bad mistake. At this moment, Zhuo Yang felt that Pirlo had learned something bad and his acting skills were bold, realistic and dark.

Brother Meng scored twice, but even his eyes looking at Pirlo were full of admiration. The pass just now was already accurate to the micron level. The speed, arc, force and landing point of the ball were just like Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", and no more words could be added or subtracted.

Pirlo remained expressionless, as peaceful as if he had just finished afternoon tea after taking a nap.

Zhuoyang is a bit too big. Even if Pirlo is not the best, it is enough to make Italy's offensive and defensive rhythm clearer. This will make their offensive level richer, and the Chinese team will become more chaotic under Pirlo's dispatch. Although the time was short, with Pirlo, everything seemed subtle.

Zhuo Yang knew that he was almost completely locked up by Gattuso today. It seemed that Ba Ye had no intention of living until dawn tomorrow. He worked really hard on defense, not only risking his life, but also the rest of his life.

In order to get rid of Ba Ye's demonic grinding, Zhuoyang has run more than 14 kilometers in more than 80 minutes, which is far beyond the distance he has run in other national team games, and makes the club's data even dusty. arrive. But even so, it didn't make the old-fashioned Jia Baye collapse.

If you don’t break down, I will. Master Ba, please do it!

The two cotton swabs stuck in Mr. Ba's nostrils just now escaped. One nostril was fine, but the other one was still bleeding. Ba Ye didn't care. The nosebleed flowed down his beard into his mouth and he just licked it and smacked his lips. But the referee couldn't care less.

Under Mr. Damon's order, Ba Ye ran to the sidelines angrily to stuff a new cotton swab, and after stuffing it, he returned to Zhuo Yang angrily. At the last moment, Ba Ye no longer adheres to the constraints of the 40-meter area. As long as Zhuo Yang enters the half court, Ba Ye will come as promised.

Zhuoyang dribbled the ball horizontally in the center circle again. At this time, the Chinese team no longer pressed hard, and there were only three or two people in the frontcourt pretending. The Italian team also pressed very high and they needed to attack and score goals.

Gattuso was holding on to Zhuoyang to fight for his strength while gasping for air. His lungs were as hot as a soldering iron, and the red soldering iron was placed in the bellows. Master Ba knew that after this game, no matter whether he won or lost, he would probably have to lie in bed for two whole days. But Ba Ye is also proud. Looking at the world of football, who else can single-handedly defend Zhuoyang to almost no avail? The only time Zhuoyang took advantage was when he was plotted against by his teammates.

With this battle, even if you die, you will have no regrets.

Ba Ye doesn't want to die yet, because the game is not over yet and his mission is not completed yet. In fact, Gattuso has already thought about it. No matter how he plays this year, he will retire from the national team after the World Cup. Regardless of whether today is the last game or whether he can defend his championship, he will retire.

In fact, thinking about it, Master Ba probably hopes that playing with the Chinese team will be his last national team game, because in this case, he can brag to his son in the future: Do you know Zhuoyang? Just your Uncle Zhuoyang. Dad almost cried when I defended him in the last game.

Thinking of this, Gattuso felt his energy draw out of his Dantian again. He took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze from the South Indian Ocean, which refreshed his burning lungs a little.

Zhuo Yang was not in a hurry, and had a great time bumping the ball against Mr. Ba. Time is like a killing knife. Pirlo couldn't let this knife fall, so he ran over and joined hands with Jia Baye to mess with his old teammate Zhuo Yang.

At this moment, something unexpected happened on the field, and Ba Ye used a hidden weapon to hurt someone.