Golden Greenery

In the second half, the players had already entered the stadium, and Mellinger of the Bernabeu was still in joy. Just now, Zhuoyang greatly entertained the fans at the scene with two late-half lobs and subsequent show-offs.

As a supporting role in the competition, Zhuo Yang had already hidden his name and retreated into the corner. Baowan Meilinge was still calling his name perseveringly.

People are always like this. When you like someone, you will find them attractive no matter what they do, and everything they do will have a bonus effect. But when you hate him, even breathing is wrong.

The people who came out of the locker room couldn't figure out what was going on, and they all looked at him openly or furtively. Zhuo Yang just had an expressionless face, very calm and calm.

But Meilinger's joy did not last long, because after the start of the second half, Real Madrid quickly showed a passive attitude on the court, without any courage as it should have after falling behind by two goals.

It's the same people, the same awkward tactics, and the same sleepy and annoyed mood. It's impossible for Real Madrid to play well for no reason.

As mortal enemies in the same city, the hatred between Atletico Madrid and Real Madrid is actually much greater than that between El Clasico. Atletico Madrid has been in decline in front of Real Madrid for several years. If they have the opportunity to bully them and act wildly today, Atletico Madrid people will not be lenient at all.

The 4th Magic Flute kicked down and Atletico Madrid got a free kick in the frontcourt. Falcao's inswing hit the post, just inches away from scoring.

Two minutes later, Atletico Madrid made a comeback, this time Turan was kicked over by Khedira. Referee Prieto obviously hesitated, and in the end he just awarded a free kick and did not give He face a yellow card, otherwise he would have rested.

Prieto's favor enforcement aroused strong dissatisfaction from Atletico Madrid people, and they were still angry until the wall of people formed.

I don’t know what happened, but the beauty Costa and Ramos, who squeezed in to act as a stir-up, had a conflict. The two pushed and pushed the cow, and the scene instantly fell into chaos again.

This time the quarrel lasted longer, with 22 people from both sides surrounding them. Prieto's law enforcement team entered the scene en masse, and five minutes almost passed by the time the two sides were completely driven away.

After Falcao's outswinging ball was saved by Cassie with one hand, it hit the post again. Even if it was just a goal post, Atletico Madrid got justice from Real Madrid in the first half.

Although the goal was not scored, Atletico Madrid was full of momentum and obviously played crazy. For a time, Real Madrid was defeated step by step. Not only were Real Madrid unable to play offense and defense on the court, they were also unable to cause trouble with their opponents. They were at a disadvantage in everything from football to momentum.

If this continues, let alone turning defeat into victory, if you can keep 0:2, it will be considered a high price.

Mourinho quit. He rushed to the sideline and roared heartily, but it was obviously of no use.

He quit, and Meilinger quit, too. The Santiago Bernabeu stadium was filled with boos. It even got to the point where whenever Real Madrid players got the ball, Meilinger booed them, and the fans turned against them.

As for Mourinho, as long as he makes the slightest move, like a conductor, boos will immediately follow, and Karajan is not as good as him.

Until Diego Costa's explosive shot in the penalty area missed the goal and Meilinger applauded, the pride of the Real Madrid players was seriously stabbed.

But self-esteem is never valuable, and you can't do what you should do. Real Madrid players have nowhere to express their resentment, and they can only blame Mourinho. Reflected on the scene, the offense and defense are completely disordered and the proper tactical ethics are lost.

To attack is to attack with a big kick, to defend is to destroy with a big kick, the rest is nonsense, everyone fights on their own with resentment.

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Zhuoyang doesn't feel sorry for his teammates on the court, and he can't blame others for playing like this. Atletico Madrid's performance today is indeed extraordinary, but no one can do anything. For a giant like Real Madrid, even if they have just 11 people, they should be able to compete with any team, let alone Atletico Madrid.

Zhuo Yang felt sorry for Mei Lingge. Only 70,000 to 80,000 people were looking for some entertainment during the intermission, but they were immediately disgusted like this.

Frankly speaking, if Zhuo Yang were sitting in the stands, he would not only boo, but also curse.

What the hell are you kicking!

Just as he was feeling an inexplicable sense of justice, his thoughts were interrupted by assistant coach Karanka.

"Zhuoyang, come on."

Zhuo Yang didn't seem to be surprised at all when he heard the call. He tore off his jacket and pants, followed Karanka to the game supervisor's desk to check in, and then walked to the sideline.

The boos in the audience instantly turned into cheers, and the shouts of ‘Zhuo Yang’ and ‘Big Devil’ went straight into the sky.

Real Madrid players looked tiredly to the sidelines after hearing the sound, and their eyes seemed to brighten immediately.

At this moment, Zhuoyang didn't bother to pay attention to why Mourinho was willing to let him go, just like he didn't want to think about why he was a substitute, because it didn't matter at all. It's important to play football for fun and to entertain the fans.

Moreover, there are Kaka and He Lian on the field. They are both their friends. Football is fun only when you are with your friends. Well... there are also Cristiano Ronaldo, Shui Ye, Cassie and Pepe, they are all very interesting people.

Young masters and bitches, wait until your father and I teach you how to play a happy football game!

Master Xing said: Football is not played like this~

However, Zhuo Yang did not wait for his happiness.

He raised his head and glanced at the electronic display board brought over by the fourth referee: Who should I replace?

Number 18 is up, number 8 is down.

You fucking replaced Kaka?

Zhuo Yang's happy mood instantly returned to his hometown.

Kaka was stunned when he saw the substitution sign on the court, but Mr. Yu then walked to the sidelines with a smile on his face.

The entire Real Madrid team played very stinky football today, but among these 11 piles of stinky football, Kaká is undoubtedly the decent one. He is the only fragrance in the pile of cow shit.

This point can be seen by anyone with eyes. Meilinger, who was so booed that his mouth was numb, even applauded Kaka who left the stage. It is impossible for 80,000 people to be blind.

But Kaka, who was hard-working, hard-working, the most threatening, and the best-looking, was replaced, and he was the first to take the blame.

How could you let Kaka take the blame? Is Benzema dead?

Zhuoyang was in a terrible mood. He suspected that Mourinho had eaten something dirty before going out today. He even had the urge to rush back and question Mourinho.

Kaka's flowery smile and open arms from afar prevented Zhuo Yang from immediately causing trouble for Mourinho.

He held Kaka tightly in his arms, and Kaka's sweat slipped into Zhuo Yang's jersey, which was cold and bone-chilling.

"Master, go down and rest for a while, leave it to me.

"Zhuoyang, bring the game back."

"For whom? Fight back for whom?"

"For them." Kaka spread his arms and pointed to the Bernabeu stands. "For these fans cheering for you."

Zhuoyang grinned.

The fourth assistant referee stood beside the peerless duo, holding a sign in his hand as if he was stupid.

He murmured to himself with tears in his eyes: "It's so touching..."