Golden Greenery

The first half ended with the score 0:0. The puzzled Zhuo Yang grabbed Sergio Busquets in the tunnel of the Bernabeu Stadium.

Xiao Bu's blow just now was a bit harsh, both of them. Zhuo Yang bared his teeth and groaned. Xiao Bu lay on the ground unable to get up for a while. Maybe the Laos referee didn't want to disturb the elegance of the El Clasico and did not show Xiaobu a yellow card, otherwise he would have been disappointed.

But Zhuo Yang wanted to find out if Xiaobu was possessed by evil spirits today.

Real Madrid and Barcelona are mortal enemies. Zhuoyang cannot change the antagonism that has lasted for more than a hundred years, but there is only friendship and no hatred between him and the Barcelona players. As long as the opportunity is right between the other two parties, no one will show mercy. Messi and Ronaldo's arms are almost broken.

But Zhuoyang and the Barcelona people are really a battle between gentlemen. They all rely on their real skills to win. There are also fouls, but they are purely tactical in nature. There is no venting of anger or malice, let alone any intention to hurt others, especially This is especially true with old friends.

But in the first half, Xiaobu's two blows were even more cruel than others, and they were completely unnecessary. They could only be done deliberately.

"Xiao Bu, what happened to you today?" Zhuo Yang asked him.

At first, he still didn't want to pay attention, let alone explain, but he was grabbed and couldn't leave even if he wanted to, so Xiaobu had to stop.

He was taller than Zhuo Yang. Even though he was looking at him at eye level, he felt condescending at this moment.

"The game, the El Clasico. You are from Real Madrid and I am from Barcelona. Is there anything I can't figure out?"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Yu Dun was not because of his ridiculous reason, but because of Xiao Bu Bing's cold and indifferent tone.

Is this still the same little Bu who smiled when he spoke to me? Are you still that follower who comes and goes as soon as you call him?

"Xiao Bu, you...what do you mean?"

"The match between Real Madrid and Barcelona has always been like this. Didn't you do it before? That's what it means. It's very simple."

This seems to be very reasonable. In the context of the national derby, it is not unusual for Xiaobu to want to fuck anyone, and it is not surprising for Zhuoyang to be fucked by anyone. But this makes no sense at all, because Zhuo Yang is the most special person in the history of the national derby.

This time, not to mention Zhuo Yang couldn't figure it out, even the other people on both sides couldn't figure it out.

Gerard Pique looked at Detu and He on the left and right, pulled Busquets and asked him in a low voice: "Xiao Bu, did you take the wrong medicine?"

"What medicine should I take? What medicine should I take? Ah?" Xiaobu suddenly became excited, very excited: "I am not sick, what medicine should I take? Did I do something wrong? This is a football match, a national derby, what did I do wrong? ?What medicine should I take?”

Busquets has always been a calm person. In everyone's memory, the last time he was so excited was when the Barcelona locker room asked Zhuo Yang to apologize after the Marcos watch stealing incident. He stood up for Zhuo Yang like a stubborn donkey. excuse.

He was so excited that he calmed down everyone around him, leaving Zhuo Yang in a state of confusion. The Barcelona people felt that they didn’t know Xiao Bu at all. The people in the Real Madrid team who were very close to Zhuoyang actually got together with Xiao Bu many times because of him back then. They were not friends, but they were quite close to each other. Ripe.

The acquaintance was even more surprised and tried to get angry but was blocked.

Xiaojie: "You...this...you...this..."

"Xiao Bu." Zhuo Yang put his hand on his shoulder: "Is nothing wrong with you? Are you angry with me? Blame me for not looking for you for more than a year. You know, I got busy..." It's my fault, Xiaoxiao..."

"I have nothing to do." Xiao Bu said: "I just want to play the game seriously and play in the national derby. There is nothing else."

Although he soon regained his appearance of calm,

He no longer screamed excitedly, but his tone was still so cold.

Zhuoyang took back his hand on Xiao Bu's shoulder and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Then...okay. Let me tell you, Xiao Bu, if it's my fault, don't mind. You don't know me yet, Ma Daha is the only one, don't mind."

Busques shrugged: "Nothing." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the visiting team's locker room. Xiaojie looked at Zhuo Yang, made a face and hurriedly caught up with him.

Zhuo Yang was left messy in the colorful player tunnel.

Detu and Khedira looked at each other. The scene just now seemed strange, but they couldn't tell what was wrong. After being stunned for a while with Zhuo Yang, he said with a proud face: "Brother Zhuo, do you want me to explore the bottom in the second half and give this boy a few blows?"

Zhuo Yang shook his head: "No, please don't. What happened today is weird. I'm just a kid. I don't know what I did. ...Forget it, let's compete first and win first."

Although it was abnormal to be shoveled twice by Xiao Bu, it was indeed not an offense. Zhuo Yang would not fall out with Xiao Bu because of this. Moreover, Xiao Bu's character can be given a thumbs up. He has not done such disgusting things as betrayal and betrayal. Xiao Bu is not a good-for-nothing like the dead fish eye.

In the Real Madrid dressing room, although everyone didn't say anything, they were somewhat gloating: Every time we have a national derby, we fight with blood everywhere, but you are the only one who is as handsome as a noble gentleman. Now it's better, God will forgive you. who!

Of course, this is a witty and well-meaning schadenfreude.

In the Barcelona dressing room, although they have always had a carefree temperament, the people in the "Sakura lineup", Mei boss Xiaojie, Xiaobai and others were still very concerned and asked Xiaobu what was going on, but at this time he resumed his silence. Hulu, without saying a word, let everyone make trouble.

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At the buzzer in the second half, neither side made any substitutions for the time being, and their respective tactics remained the same, controlling the flow versus restricting the flow.

In the first half, Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi were the focus of their respective attacks, and they spared no effort. However, both the president and the boss Mei returned empty-handed, but the reactions were different.

Ronaldo mainly encountered Barcelona's very effective blocking defense. It can also be said that Real Madrid teammates did not give him enough support. This is normal, because the opponent is Barcelona, ​​not Cats and Dogs.

Messi met Diego Lopez, who was in great form. Three of his shots, including a must-goal, were all blocked by Squidward.

Perhaps because of his first game back with Real Madrid, Squidward, who was full of adrenaline, seemed to be giving Messi as a gift to Melinger today. If this continues, Casillas will be in trouble even if he recovers.

Real Madrid center backs Carvalho and Varane, one old and one young, are very worrying. Zhuo Yang, He Lian and even Magic Flute put a lot of energy into protecting the back line, so in the face of Barcelona's ball control tactics, Real Madrid It becomes more and more obvious that the situation is at a disadvantage.

However, it is difficult to guard against domestic thieves, such as the two unfortunate things Zhuo Yang and Carvalho did in the first half. Zhuo Yang was distracted, while Carvalho was simply a degenerate old man.

In the 50th minute, the 35-year-old Carvalho got the ball at the back line. Pedro's timely pressing made him hesitate and did not pass it to Detu who was responding, nor did he decisively hit his grandma's leg with his big kick. Protect the ball backward and observe.

It didn't matter. Messi, who had basically given up his defensive skills, suddenly appeared in front of Carvalho, and his short leg was immediately broken by him.