Golden Greenery

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"it's him!"

Arriving in front of the Chelsea bench, Mark Sertori puffed out his chest and pointed at Paolo Bertelli, with a determined expression as if he was exposing the bad guys for their righteousness. The light of righteousness shines on the earth.

Of course, if you look carefully, you can clearly see the gloating in Sertori's expression. His feud with Bertelli can be traced back to more than 20 years ago.

Although Sertori is engaged in massage crafts, he is also a very articulate person. In the short distance between the two benches, he has already briefly told Zhuoyang the general process of the matter, focusing on the unprovoked Being bullied.

After finding the real owner, Zhuo Yang regarded the entire Chelsea cluster as nothing and shouted coldly at Bertelli: "Come out!"

The collective "clutter" of the Chelsea bench was clearly audible: It's broken, it's broken, the real bully is here.

Bertelli is not stupid, he will not hit the vise. It is bright and clear in broad daylight. Even if he goes out, he will not be beaten, but he will lose his face if he is scolded.

Bertelli, who was trying to remain calm, crossed his arms across his chest and said, "I won't go out."

Are you scared now? Zhuoyang walked towards him without hesitation. Sertori, who had completed the diversion of trouble, did not follow closely this time. Instead, he took a few steps back, fearing that he would be covered in blood.

Bertelli, who was holding his arms, had a sluggish expression, his throat was crawling and he couldn't help but swallow dry saliva.

Chelsea had people who reacted quickly. Terry, who had not yet fully sat down, and assistant coach and Conte's younger brother, Angeluca Conte, rushed forward to stop Zhuo Yang from continuing to approach.

"Zhuoyang, if you have something to say, say it nicely and don't be impulsive."

"Brother John, what's going on?"

Needless to say with Terry, it had only been a few minutes since they had made out. In fact, Zhuo Yang and Kong Erluzi were both acquaintances.

The Kong brothers are celebrities in Italian football circles, and the younger brother has always followed his elder brother. Conte has a good relationship with An Pang, Baggio, Qi Zu and Meng Er. When the Kong brothers were at Juventus, Zhuo Yang had interactions with them because of these connections.

"Don't stop me, that guy is too weak."

When these two stopped him, they actually gave Zhuo Yang a step up. Is it possible to hit someone in public during a global live broadcast? Was the battle at Sevilla's Pizjuan Stadium more than two years ago decent?

Zhuoyang just wants to help Guardiola regain his place in public, let him regain the lost face, and make Laogua feel more comfortable. Of course, if no one stops him, he will just smoke. Zhuo Yang will not hesitate.

"Dude, what's going on? Calm down." Terry said.

"Zhuoyang, so many people are watching, it's all a misunderstanding." Xiao Kong said.

Zhuo Yang glared at Bertelli through the crowd: "Grandson, come in with me if you dare."

"I won't go in."

"Don't you have a weak hand? Come and let me see."

"I won't let you see it."

Except for Terry and Xiao Kong and "I won't", the entire Chelsea seating area was silent. Just now, Zhuo Yang had taken advantage of the crowd in the passage, but now Zhuo Yang rushed to the door single-handedly, but he became a one-man bully.

Some people are like thousands of troops themselves.

Kong Erluzi is the head coach who averages the most running distance per game in today's football. At this time, he had already begun to sneak his legs outside the sideline and also discovered this scene in front of the bench. Needless to say, this was the bald man's confidant. , as the current boss of the Blues, he has no reason to avoid it.

A few lunges showed Kong Erluzi's agility. After joining the blocking team, he said righteously to Zhuo Yang: "Zhuo Yang, there is a misunderstanding between coaches. As a player, it is very inappropriate for you to intervene casually."

"Misunderstanding? Weren't you there just now?" Zhuo Yang said: "Besides, you set the rules and manners of players and coaches?"

"Kong Shuai, I have always respected you, don't let this respect last until today."

"Zhuoyang, I respect you too, and don't let my respect end today."

"Conti, are you sure you want Liang Zi to take over?"

‘Shua~’ Kong Er shook his bangs in a daze.

"I didn't mean it that way. There's no point in it. I said it was all a misunderstanding. You should concentrate on watching the game."

His tone was flamboyant, and he obviously had thoughts of steel but lacked the determination to go on with steel.

After Zhuoyang and Conte looked at each other for two seconds, they looked away from the side of his face and looked at Bertelli with a stiff posture again.

"Grandson, come out and take two steps, come out——!!"

Conti's thick hair flew back high, like a flag fluttering in the wind. The muscles on his face were also shaken into layers of ripples, like ripples on water. The Chelsea bench shed 'buzzed' like a bell.

Terry and Kong took a step back together, and Terry took the opportunity to let go, and deliberately took a few steps back to escape the blocking group. I have long disliked Conte. Terry is the most cunning old fox in Chelsea.

"I won't take two steps." Bertelli's back was stiff as he sat in the soft chair.

The man who filled Terry's defensive void was fourth referee Robert Madley.

"What happened? Now please return to your respective positions, right now!"

The movement on the sidelines was also noticed on the court, not to mention Zhuo Yang's ringing of the bell just now almost penetrated the noisy Stamford Bridge. Referee Mike Dean urgently paused the game and rushed over.

They are all people who like to join in the fun and don't take it too seriously. There are few players on both sides who are idle, and they come in swarms. The cameras and cameras panned, the director quickly switched, and the studios of major TV stations were filled with joy.

The Chelsea shantytown full of people was very interesting at this time. The Manchester City players naturally shared the same hatred and roared in all directions.

"Brother Zhuo, what's wrong?"

"Lao Zhuo, who is it? Who has trouble with you?"

"Who? Come out!!"

No matter how much of it was pretentious, they all seemed to be united. On the contrary, the Chelsea players who were bullied to their homes behaved in a variety of ways.

The younger brother Kanter thought Zhuo Yang was going to beat his coach, so he squeezed in without hesitation. "Boss Zhuo, calm down, you are not worthy of your status."

Kong Er was stunned: "..."

Admirer Azar was busy chatting at the side: "That's right, brother, please calm down."

Xiaofa, Saber, Meiyan, etc., who have good relationships with each other, all gave kind words and advice along the way, and the peacemaker was full of energy.

The other people in Chelsea were mostly out of curiosity and didn't understand what was going on. They asked each other and whispered to each other like they were in an exam room without an invigilator.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Zhuoyang?"

Anyway, it seemed that there were a lot of people, but no one went to the front line to help their own people, and everyone thought this was normal.

In the crowded sea of ​​people, Kong Er felt lonely.

The referee Mike Dean was a little panicked. He didn't expect that he would come to the sidelines to deal with a small emergency, but he would gather players from both sides. If this happened, it would be a big deal. So when others came, they didn't care about Zhuo Yang and Conte, and quickly drove the players away first.

A shepherd dog cannot drive the sheep back into the fold.

Guardiola, who had regained his sanity from the grievances and frustrations, came over and reincarnated himself into a smart coach, cool and personable.

Not wanting to make the matter a big deal, Lao Gua and Kong Er stupefied their respective players back to the court. The court returned to a three-person team that was focused on, Zhuo Gua, Er Kong and the second referee, while the others watched the show from a distance.

The referee pressed again, but Zhuoyang never took a step back from the beginning to the end.

Guardiola hugged him: "Zhuoyang, forget it, come back with me."