Golden Greenery

Uncle scumbag Jurgen Klopp was elated, thinking that a draw would be enough, but unexpectedly, a big gift package dropped from the sky. Real Madrid has many good people!

The 2:1 away lead did not let Uncle Zha, who was dancing happily, get carried away. He immediately adjusted according to the original strategy and replaced two midfielders, Perisic and Laettner, with Royce and Royce, who were not good at defense. Gotze.

By the time this toss-up was completed, the full time had reached 85 minutes.

Mourinho also acquiesced to the players' self-adjustment on the court at this time. Although he resented Zhuo Yang's substitution, he had to admit that Zhuo Yang's arrangement was the most reasonable and only way at present.

Incomplete personnel or formation is not a problem. As long as the players can unify their thoughts on the court, they are all 11 people, and no one will be intimidated, let alone a rich and powerful team like Real Madrid.

Under Zhuoyang's midfield command, Real Madrid blocked Dortmund in the half court to play offense and defense. The Hornets were no longer their opponents, and time was Real Madrid's enemy.

The 8th back-footed pass had a pretty good landing effect, but Ronaldo kept joking and his head-swinging attack directly turned into a header.

Di Maria missed a shot from the small penalty area line, but it was equally unreliable. He missed the shot under Perisic's squeeze.

Kaka changed his elegance and savagely shot at the gap between people, knocking Kyle and Leitner to the ground together. Unfortunately, the football hit the outside of the goalpost and rolled sideways for a while before going off the field.

In the 88th minute, Zhuoyang made a pass from the crotch of teammate Di Maria, and Kaka followed the ball in the penalty area and turned around. Weidenfeller was at his wits end, but was cleared by Schmelzer on the goal line.

Ozil took a corner kick, and Grandpa Mo was one-on-one, which made both Ronaldo and Zhuo Yang stunned and pushed the football out of the penalty area.

Mr. Shui caught up and pumped his legs so vigorously that he was so happy that he almost knocked down a passing plane.

The game has entered stoppage time. It is rare that Meilinger did not wave a white handkerchief today, but many more people left the field early than before. There was a large blank space in the Bernabeu stands, like a scarred head.

In the Sky Italia studio, Guardiola's words came back again.

"Tsk tsk, Real Madrid fans are really unique in this regard. Barcelona fans will only accompany the team to fight until the last minute."

Ilaria Damila always has a curious angle: "Pep, will you coach Real Madrid in the future?"

Guardiola smiled contemptuously: "Haha, probably not in the near future."

"Why? Is it because Real Madrid fans are not good?"

"That's not the case, Ilaria, you have to know..."

"Why is that? Is it because of Barcelona?"

"There are reasons for this, you have to know..."

"Then why don't you renew your contract with Barcelona? Is it because the color of Barcelona's jerseys doesn't look good?"

"...No, Ilaria, you have to know..."

"Pep, I suggest you come to Serie A to coach. There will definitely be a jersey style you are satisfied with."

"...Well, Ilaria, you need to know..."

"I think the Juventus jersey is very beautiful. Don't you like the zebra stripes?"

"Enough!" Veins popped up on Guardiola's temples, but as a gentleman, he immediately felt that it was rude to scold a beautiful woman like this.

"Um, Ilaria, I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Guardiola's voice was extremely gentle: "The head coach coaches a team, the style and color of the jersey are not important, believe me."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Guardiola: "..."

The fans watching the live broadcast in front of the TV were all laughing. Guardiola stared blankly at Ilaria, whose innocent eyes were shining, and said in his heart: This bitch doesn't look like a good person!

Guardiola, who was suffering in the live broadcast room, was sitting on pins and needles, and the suffocating situation at the Bernabeu stadium made the air solidify.

For the first time, he knocked down Ronaldo in front of the penalty area. The president lay on the ground and tried desperately to signal a foul. Real Madrid people all started to boo.

Referee Cakir ignored it and waved to Ronaldo to hurry up.

Perisic was unambiguous here, and started a counterattack after winning the ball. He rushed into the Real Madrid penalty area before being caught up by Shui Ye and intercepted the ball with a man.

Perisic also signaled for a penalty kick, and Zhuoyang also ignored him. He took the ball and turned back and rushed back again. Within 30 seconds, the two teams fought back and forth.

Players from both sides didn't even pay attention to the quarrel between Uncle Zha and Uncle Bird on the sidelines. Uncle Bird thinks there is a free kick from Real Madrid, Uncle Zha thinks there is a special penalty kick, Zha and Bird are like two fighting cocks.

Zhuoyang made a fake move to shake Kyle away, and then passed Leinart. There were legs in front of him, but he still couldn't get in.

He turned around and pulled the ball away from Leinart again. Using this simple rhythm pause, he turned sideways with his outside instep and passed the ball to Ronaldo in front.

Cristiano Ronaldo was very smart and did not try to fight Grandpa Mo who was sticking to him. Instead, he stepped back with the sole of his foot on Kaká who was running crosswise while running. The two were very close.

While Grandpa Mo continued to guard against Ronaldo, he nervously reminded his teammates: "Don't stretch your legs randomly, be careful not to..."

Before he finished speaking, Kaka was kicked down by Bender in front of the penalty area.

"……foul!"

‘Beep——’ Referee Cakir’s whistle finally sounded, and Real Madrid got a direct free kick in an excellent position.

Grandpa Mo's heart suddenly turned cold, and he said in his heart: It's bad, it's bad.

Zhuoyang picked up the ball, Ronaldo came over and asked him if he wanted to cover, Zhuoyang waved his hand.

But in front of the TV, Ronaldo's actions looked like he was fighting for the right to serve, but Zhuoyang refused.

"World Sports News" football reporter Josep Maria's eyes suddenly lit up. Regardless of whether Real Madrid scored the free kick, he already had a title - Ronaldo's biggest contribution in this game was that he did not take the free kick. .

Zhuo Yang told all his teammates: I don’t need to cover.

The sound was so loud that everyone in Dortmund heard it, and Grandpa Mo's heart felt as cold as the ice marrow of Antarctica.

He is very aware of his brother's ability. The closer the game is to the final moment, the more critical free throws, and the more confident he is, the higher Zhuoyang's free kick shooting rate is, and he is even more reliable than others in penalty kicks.

Weidenfeller called him: "Grandpa, grandpa! Which corner do you think Zhuo Yang will shoot?"

Grandpa Mo was annoyed: How the hell should I know? Zhuo Yang is not my son!

"Grandpa, grandpa?"

"Shut up!"

Zhuo Yang was so happy to see his brother so nervous that he was about to lose his temper. After calming down the football, he felt that he could make his grandfather suffer a little more.

"Master Kaka, can you give me a favor?" Zhuo Yang shouted at Kaka: "Give this ball a name."

Grandpa thought to himself: It’s done. It’s done.

Kaka smiled: "There are eight people in the human wall, how about calling it 'Eight-Man Killing'?" Apparently, Mr. Yu is no stranger to Japanese culture.

Zhuo Yang laughed: "Thank you, Brother Ka, for the name."

Grandpa Mo was furious: "Is there anyone else? Come here with another one."

Zhuo Yang started to run. At this moment, everything was silent, and the whole world held its breath. There was only him running, with the jade trees facing the wind.

Moments later, the crowd at the Bernabeu was jubilant.

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