Golden Greenery

Carlo Ancelotti looked at the panicked Zhuoyang with a confused face: There is no dog chasing you on the court!

"What do you mean? Something happened to your family?"

"Bah, bah, bah! Carlo, what are you talking about? It's too late to explain, so please replace me first."

"No...Brother Zhuoyang, if you don't speak clearly, how can you replace someone in the first half? Are you injured?"

"Yes, yes, I am injured, you just treat me as injured."

An Pang: "..."

"What's going on... I'm going, Bayern is coming!" Ancelotti pushed Zhuo Yang and told him to go to the game quickly.

Ram threw the ball from the sideline near the center line, and Akwan Cross strode towards the center with the ball. After Zhuo Yang was driven back by An Pang, he could only ignore A Kuan and stop him.

A sliding shovel blocked Akuang's advance, and the football collapsed as far as he could, and at the same time, Hiro fell on him.

Seeing the bald Weber running this way, Zhuo Yang was almost scared out of his mind, and quickly hugged A Kuan affectionately: "Good brother, are you okay? I came here completely for the ball, and I didn't even think about it. Fuck you.”

Kuan was so embarrassed to be hugged almost like a princess by a grown man. "Brother Zhuo...what's going on? Can you please let me go? There are more than 80,000 people here..."

"Okay. Good brother, come here and let me pat the soil for you."

Xiaozhu was still wondering: Why is this bitch so nice to A Kuan? Doesn't he look like his biological son?

Referee Weber simply moved past them. Zhuo Yang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt like he had escaped from death.

Zhuoyang's brain is unique, and his perspective on thinking about problems is often very strange. For example, in last season's Copa del Rey final, he attributed the reason to Samantha Garcia after hitting the woodwork continuously.

In this game, Zhuo Yang was afraid that he would get a red card. He was so scared that he kept thinking about it more and more.

Zhuo Yang entered professional football in 2002 and has gone through 12 years of football ups and downs. In the past 12 years, excluding this season and the year when he first played in the Madiburg youth team and the German Bundesliga, Zhuoyang participated in European games every year in the past ten years, including seven Champions League and three UEFA Cup.

In the end, they won all three UEFA Cups, including Madiburg twice and Milan once. However, they only won the Champions League four times out of seven times and failed three times. These three times, they all fell in the semi-finals. To be more precise, they all fell in the second round of the semi-finals.

, the second round was 1:0 but was eliminated by Mourinho and Meng Er Ge’s Inter Milan with a total score of 2:3.

In the 11-12 season at Real Madrid, Bayern lost 2:2 in the first leg of the semifinals and lost 2:3 away in the second leg and were eliminated.

12-13 last season, faced Dortmund in the semifinals, 2:0 at home in the first leg and 1:4 in the second leg.

Three times, he failed in the second round, and Zhuoyang missed all three second rounds. Yellow cards accumulated; in 11-12 Real Madrid, he was injured because of a fight with Cendo; last season, he was red carded for joking with Lewandowski in the first round.

Three absences resulted in three losses. He did not miss the other four times and eventually won the championship as expected.

Such a coincidence, do you need any other explanation for Zhuo Yang's wonderful brain nerve?

Today is the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals again.

The yellow card just now reminded him: the score and victory are not the key, but not missing the second round is the most fundamental thing.

The yellow card just now was the third yellow card Zhuoyang received in the Champions League this season. If he followed the rules before 2010, he would have nothing to do and would be automatically suspended.

After 2011, UEFA changed the rules and all yellow cards were cleared when entering the semi-finals. This time Zhuoyang did not repeat the same mistakes he made in Barcelona that year. But if there is another yellow card in the next game today, and two yellow cards turn one red, the gods will not be able to save him.

This is exactly what Zhuo Yang wants to avoid after waking up. As long as he can not miss the second round, it doesn't matter what opponent he is or how many goals he is behind.

Seeing that Ancelotti couldn't understand what he meant, Zhuo Yang could only kick the game off first. He was afraid, but once Zhuo Yang started to make a move, he couldn't stop it.

In the 41st minute, Angel Di made a 45° pass from the right wing. Zhuoyang flew up in the penalty area and competed with Brazilian center back Dante for the top.

Guardiola's Bayern basically only has Neuer and Boateng as the absolute main players in the defense. Even Lahm has to share the right back with Rafinha, the direct descendant of Guardiola. Austrian star Alaba shares the left back with Badstuber.

Dante has to share Boateng's partner with Van Buyten or even Javi Martinez, but because of his good ball-playing ability in the defense, he is now ahead of Van Buyten.

At the Club World Cup at the end of last year, the Champions League champion Bayern Munich first defeated the Asian champion Guangzhou Evergrande 3:0 in the semi-finals with the goals of Erwa, Manju and Gotze, and then defeated Morocco 2:0 in the final. Casablanca hopes to win the Club World Cup and the goalscorers in the final will be Thiago and Dante.

Dante is now the substitute for Riti Chi and Pompon in the Brazilian national team.

Even though they are about the same height and weight, Zhuo Yang almost knocked Dante off the baseline. The ball didn't go in, and Dante didn't get up from the ground.

"Zhuoyang, please be gentler." Weber warned him.

Zhuo Yang said with a mournful face: "With the conscience of heaven and earth, I don't even dare to raise my arms."

"I saw it. But... the movements should be smaller."

"Okay, got it."

Zhuo Yang was frightened again and looked at Ancelotti resentfully, but An Pang had no idea what he was going to do.

The remaining five minutes of the first half seemed as long as a whole day to Zhuoyang. Finally, referee Weber blew the whistle. He rushed to the sidelines like a rabbit, dragging An Pang into the tunnel.

"Master Butcher, what's wrong with this piece of shit?" Little Pig asked, "Is the shit blocking the eyes?"

"Even if it's down to his pants, what..." De Tu scratched his black head: "What does he want to do with An Pang?"

The two brothers looked at each other.

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Ancelotti held up his beloved Havana Bolivar in the Bernabeu smoking room and blew out a round smoke ring. He really wanted to press the hot cigar end into Zhuo Yang's face in the smoke.

"Carlo, believe me, I can't keep playing." Zhuoyang resisted the pungent smell of smoke and patiently explained to An Pang. If someone else dared to blow smoke in his face like this, Zhuo Yang would make him swallow the lit cigar alive. But An Pang, forget it.

"I've also told you the reason. You must believe that my premonitions are very accurate."

"Uh-huh, Zhuo Yang, it's only 1:0..., the Allianz Arena is not easy to play..."

"Don't say 1:0 lead, even if you are 0:1 behind, even 0:2, 0:3, as long as I can play in the next round, I can get back a few goals. But if I am suspended, Carlo, you are I didn’t see that we were beaten 1:4 by Dortmund last season.”

"Zhuoyang, why are you superstitious about metaphysics now?"

"Okay, my brother An, don't forget Istanbul, don't forget La Coruna. Have you suffered enough?"

"..." An Pang: "You don't expose your shortcomings when you scold others! Can't you do it if I replace you?"

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