Golden Greenery

This is the 37th round of the 2013-14 La Liga season, which is the penultimate round. Before the game, the points of the top three in La Liga were 89, Real Madrid 87, Saguaro 83. If Real Madrid loses this game at Celta Vigo and Atletico Madrid and Barcelona defeat their respective opponents, Real Madrid will not only lose the championship immediately, but also allow Atletico Madrid to win the championship one round ahead of schedule. And maybe in the end they will be overtaken by Barcelona, ​​which has the strongest momentum in the past five rounds.

This gap is simply ridiculous. Real Madrid, which fell to third place, will become a joke. Even if they win the tenth Champions League two weeks later, others will only be dignified when they laugh.

Zhuo Yang's goal this season has always been to win the Triple Crown. He is a person with a tendency towards perfectionism. Before leaving, he left Real Madrid with a brilliant Triple Crown, just like he did in Madiburg, Milan and Barcelona. This is his His mind is perfect. Otherwise, if he goes to Manchester United like this, Zhuo Yang will always have some shortcomings.

Perfectionists are basically people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Along the way of the season, Zhuoyang originally thought that the league was the easiest to win, because the competition system was most suitable for Real Madrid, which had a balanced overall strength. On the contrary, because the Copa del Rey and the Champions League were knockout rounds, accidental factors had a much greater impact on the results, and the strength was not It may not decide everything.

Unexpectedly, the Copa del Rey was won, and the Champions League also reached the finals. On the contrary, the most stable league was inexplicably reversed.

A team that had 26 wins and 8 draws in the first 34 rounds remained undefeated and accumulated 86 points. In the last three rounds, it seemed as if it was possessed by an evil spirit. It had one loss and one draw and then fell behind 0:2 in the first half today. Is this showing off its character?

Of course Zhuoyang would not just accept his fate like this. What is the difference between that and giving in? But just when he thought he would be entrusted with the important task of saving the team from danger in the second half, Ancelotti had no intention of sending him out.

An Pang has already won the league championships in Serie A, Premier League and French Ligue 1. Although La Liga is not there yet, he is not in a hurry. With Real Madrid's inherent strength, the La Liga championship will always fall on their heads every few years. The competition here is far less than that of Serie A and the Premier League. An Pang can afford to wait. He has a four-year contract with Real Madrid.

But Zhuoyang didn't have four years. His plan to go to Manchester United this summer was quietly revealed to An Pang. Zhuoyang is the biggest guarantee for the Champions League. If he fails this year and there is no Zhuoyang under his command, An Pang really has no chance of winning back the tenth Big Ear Cup for Real Madrid. The competition in the Champions League is several orders of magnitude more intense than the La Liga title.

If it were a month ago, Ancelotti would not have let Zhuoyang come in to save the game, and would even let him start. But since experiencing the "Zhuo's Metaphysics" in the second round with Bayern, Ancelotti has a spiritual feeling for the mysterious culture from the East.

Zhuo Yang suffered a "bizarre" waist injury more than a week ago, and then Real Madrid took a turn for the worse. Then injuries suddenly piled up in the team. Isn't this fantasy enough? Isn’t it metaphysics?

The 55-year-old Ancelotti is no longer young. With twenty years of coaching career, he can be called an old coach. He will not be as ignorant as a young man. The people's hearts are not enough, and they have to know what is more important and what is less important. Under the metaphysical dilemma, An Pang decided to give up the La Liga and enter the preparation time for the Champions League final from now on.

Why do you want Zhuo Yang to go up there? If the game is not saved but another 'bizarre' injury occurs, who will pay for it? An Pang insisted that Zhuo Yang's waist injury was the strongest hint.

"Holy shit, Carlo, when did you become superstitious about these things?"

An Pang slowly touched his lips: "Don't you believe it? I learned it all from you."

"How can I be as... as you are?"

Carlo, how old are you? Do you know that feudal superstition kills people? "

"Okay, my brother Zhuo Yang, if we can come back from this game, I mean if, we are still 2 points behind Atletico Madrid. Do you think Barcelona will fight Atletico Madrid for Real Madrid in the last round?" The last round of the season , Atletico Madrid will face Barcelona at home, and Real Madrid will face Espanyol at the Bernabeu.

"Zhuoyang, be realistic, the Champions League is important, don't lose the big for the small."

Faced with Ancelotti's sudden stubbornness, Zhuoyang scratched his head. He knew very well that An Pang was lukewarm when he got up, so he wanted to persuade him with some reasoning. I'm afraid he didn't have three days and two nights to spend two free meals in a high-end restaurant, which was really wishful thinking.

Time was running out, and the day lilies were already cold after following the steps, so Zhuo Yang decided to take a different approach.

"Carlo, I didn't offend you, did I?"

"Zhuoyang, what do you mean?"

"But by doing this, you obviously want to frame me."

Ancelotti reached out and touched Zhuoyang's forehead: "I don't have a fever, what nonsense are you talking about."

After Zhuo Yang pushed his hand away, his face became gloomy. "Carlo, I don't want to say that much. You have to show up today, otherwise I will think that you are planning to fall out with me."

Ancelotti: "..." How come it's been so many years, and he's still the same as when he was in Milan, with a dog-like face that breaks down at a moment's notice.

"Zhuoyang, why do you think so? I was thinking..."

"Mr. Ancelotti, don't say anything else. I just want you to say one thing: Do you want me to come?"

Zhuoyang continued with a dark face: "Let me go, we are still round table brothers. If you don't let me go, I will go to the airport immediately and return to Madrid."

An Pang: "..." This bitch has no intention of being reasonable.

"Zhuoyang, you definitely misunderstood my brother..."

"Give me a word!"

"Zhuo..."

"Give me a message!!"

Ancelotti looked straight, and said very seriously and fluently: "In the second half, you replace Mendy, I will let the Magic Flute withdraw, and you pay attention to controlling the 40-meter line in the frontcourt. The rest you can do whatever you want, I Just score goals."

Zhuo Yang's face was suddenly covered with flowers, and he smiled so brightly.

"receive!"

"Zhuoyang, were you kidding me just now?"

"Ah hahaha, of course, dear Carlo, you don't really think I'm falling out, do you?"

Ancelotti wailed in his heart. He knew clearly that Zhuo Yang was using a trick, but he didn't dare to take the risk just now. What if? A guy who dared to fall out with Maldini when he first arrived at AC Milan at the age of 21, who else could he be afraid of in this life? The whole world knows that Mourinho almost committed suicide in Madrid a year ago.

"Haha." An Pang laughed dryly and said: "You are a big boss, don't be formal. If you have something to talk about in the future, what can't we talk about openly between brothers?"

Zhuo Yang snapped his fingers. "It won't happen again."

Ancelotti still couldn't determine who Zhuo Yang was talking to between them. After forcing a bright smile, An Pang said: "Actually, I regret it now, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuoyang had already pushed open the door to the locker room and shouted loudly inside: "Mendy, come down at the start of the second half. Have a good rest, leave the game to me."

Illarramendi had no qualms or any doubts. "Okay! Come on, Lao Zhuo!"

Ancelotti sighed again in his heart, and could only nod towards Illarramendi, and then said to Casemiro: "Fat Tiger, you come down too, and Angel comes up for the second half."

Zhuo Yang clapped his hands vigorously: "Take a break now, and follow me to risk your life in the second half. If we lose the championship in Vigo, no one will have the fucking shame to go back to Madrid."

";Madrid——!"

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