Golden Greenery

Grandpa Mo categorically rejected everyone's little idea. He said: "Zhuoyang does not need anyone's sympathy. We are insulting him by giving him a hat trick."

Xiaozhu also overreacted: "If you really do it like that, you might end up falling out, you know."

Sanduo said: "But...it's really not easy for Boss Zhuo. He can be a master anywhere, but he is as tired as a third grandson in the Chinese team."

Erwa said: "I'm really impressed. I haven't seen Boss Zhuo stop in this whole game. I've never seen him play like this in my whole life."

He said with a proud face: "Has your hair grown back? You've been kicking for a lifetime..."

Erwa: "They're all grown up. Brother Face, do you want to take a look?"

He Lian: "If you dare to take off your clothes, I will look at you."

Erwa: "If you are willing to look at me, then you are willing to take it off."

Neuer: "If you need to take it off, hurry up and take it off. We're running out of time."

"Take off!"

"Take off!"

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Things quickly developed in a strange direction, and Grandpa Mo quickly stopped Erwa's hand as he was about to untie his belt. The second child definitely dares to be second, but what he takes off is his own pants, and what he loses is Germany's face.

"Your dad is watching on TV. Be careful when he gets home and he will skin you." Grandpa Mo knew where the second baby's weakness was. He is a filial son, because a filial son comes from under a stick.

Ah Kuan said: "Taking off your own pants is not a skill. If you have the guts to take off Lao Zhuo's pants, I admire you."

Erwa: "..." This proposal is beyond his scope. Two returns to two does not mean that he has to commit suicide.

Ram said: "Actually, there is no need to take off your pants. Just knock down Lao Zhuo in the penalty area and give him a penalty kick."

Grandpa Mo still shook his head: "He can see that Zhuoyang is very smart and he will not take such a penalty kick."

"What should we do?"

"I have a way." Grandpa Mo said with a smile: "We will never let him score another goal. We will never let him score."

After that, Grandpa Mo stopped explaining and shouted loudly at Zhuo Yang: "Slut——!"

"If you have the guts, you can make another one! Come over here—!"

Zhuo Yang, who was so tired that his eyes were filled with stars, was surprised when he heard this at first, but then he smiled like a flower. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Grandpa Mo: "Say it again?"

Grandpa smiled as if he had eaten a magpie egg: "Come here -" and he raised his fingers.

The Germans on the court were all laughing, and so was Zhuo Yang. Only the Chinese teammates who didn’t know what they were shouting were a group of dumb monks. Those who were smart would just follow them and giggle.

Zhuo Yang put his hands on his hips and his Dantian was full of energy: "What are you looking at!"

All eleven Germans made a T-step and shouted in unison: "Look at you, what are you doing?"

Zhuo Yang loves this kind of football to his bones.

He beckoned to his teammates and shouted, "Give me the ball."

After shouting, he found that half of his teammates were still confused and the others were still laughing. After a sudden realization, he slapped his forehead and quickly changed to Mandarin: "Pass the ball to me."

The teammates were all talking about it.

"good!"

"middle!"

"No problem~"

The German laughed crookedly, and Xiaozhu called his teammates amidst laughter: "Everyone come back and defend. No one can score, but no one can score."

Eleven Germans formed a three-layer defense line, with two perfect arcs in front of Neuer.

Ram, Lao Ye, Hu Mei, and Doum lined up from right to left outside the penalty area. Gotze, A Kuan, He Lian, Xiao Zhu, San Duo, and Er Wa stood two meters apart in front of them. treat.

No one fouled, no one made small moves, and no one slacked off. The eleven people formed a seamless net, constantly denying Zhuoyang's forced breakthroughs from the range.

The Germans no longer counterattacked. After stealing the ball, they just cleared the ball into the empty frontcourt and allowed the Chinese team to attack again.

The teammates of the Chinese team are still constantly interspersing, trying to use their meager strength to help Zhuoyang open up the gap. The Germans' defense against others is just Kaka's position.

Both offensive and defensive formations are moving with Zhuoyang.

Zhuo Yang, fluttering in red, was like burning waves, fearing to hit himself on the German's hard white reef again and again.

Although everyone had a smile on their face, this scene was tragic.

Zhuoyang got the ball on the right sideline, with Erwa and Sanduo in front of him. Behind them, Dumu was ready to defend at any time.

He suddenly lifted the ball to the left, dodged Erwa's blind stretching of his feet and cut inside. In front of him were Sanduo and Xiaozhu again, and behind them were Doom and Humei.

Two consecutive fake moves of sudden stops and starts made Xiaozhu and Sanduo jump up and down at the same time. Zhuoyang cut to the front of the arc, with Xiaozhu and He Lian in front of him, and behind them were Hu Mei and Laoye.

Accelerate to the left, use the spring step to lure the Germans and create a defensive time difference. The person in front of Zhuo Yang is a pig-faced man.

The German defensive team looks like the light emitted by a searchlight. Follower Zhuo Yang is constantly moving laterally, and the root of the light source is Neuer.

From the left rib to the outside corner of the left penalty area, Gotze, Akuan, and He Lian stood side by side in a shallow arc to block Zhuoyang's line of sight. Behind the three of them were the hunched-over Lahm and Mo Grandpa.

Neuer also moved to the upper left corner of the small penalty area and stared at Zhuoyang's movements through the seam of his legs.

Suddenly, he made a feint of pretending to step down. Gotze, who was slightly defensive, was fooled and collided with Akuan. A fleeting breakthrough line was revealed in front of Zhuoyang.

Ram stepped forward, but Zhuo Yang suddenly stepped back, pulling the ball with his right foot towards the left and behind, and then rubbed the bottom of the football with his left foot.

The football flew over the head of Ram who was putting the shovel. Grandpa Mo risked his life and used his height to catch the ball, but his head missed the passing football by more than one meter.

Neuer saw it, but he was too late.

The Germans all saw it, but no one had time.

The football curved a bridge and hit the far end of the goal from outside the corner of the penalty area.

The Maracanã stadium became silent, silent in the stands and silent from the people lying, sitting or standing on the pitch.

Piggy was the first to applaud, followed by the Germans. Grandpa Mo walked up to Zhuo Yang with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, hugged him into his arms, and his nearly two-meter figure instantly overwhelmed Zhuo Yang.

There was thunderous applause in the Maracana stands. Eighty thousand people from China, Germany, and Brazil stood up and expressed their respect to Zhuoyang with applause. The group of Brazilians who booed him before the game completely forgot Zhuoyang's offense at this moment.

This was the first time Zhuo Yang came to Maracana, and he conquered it.

At 5:3, Zhuo Yang scored a hat trick. He scored the 11th goal in the World Cup in Brazil and the 19th goal in the history of the World Cup. At this moment, he felt that he was so tired that he was about to have a cramp.

Zhuoyang was wrong, he did not have cramps. After the restart, Erwa kicked the football back to Xiaozhu in the center circle, and the referee Pitana sounded the final whistle.

Zhuoyang stopped sprinting forward, bent down and held his knees with both hands, shaking his head vigorously. He wanted to get rid of the dazzling Venus in front of him.

Suddenly, there was an uncontrollable spasm in his stomach, and Zhuo Yang couldn't help but open his mouth and spurt out.

He vomited, causing the rivers and seas to flow, and finally even the green water in the gall was vomited out.

Thousands of people in the stands chanted his name, as if to accompany the vomiting. Midel, who was in the middle of the German Wives Group camp, shouted particularly loudly. She was proud of Zhuo Yang.

Kou Kou, who was 9,400 kilometers away in Vaduz, did not feel proud. She only felt distressed. At this moment, she just wanted to hold Zhuo Yang in her arms and wipe the corners of his mouth.

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