Golden Greenery

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The game was over. Guardiola stood on the sidelines without moving. The bench behind him was already a mass of madness. The old man stood quietly on the side of the noisy street like a frozen scenery in a river of neon cars.

He was trying his best to hide the moisture in his eyes, and trying his best to calm the turmoil in his chest and abdomen.

Zhuo Yang didn't move either. He was as tired as a dog on the bench, but he was also smiling like a dog.

17 seconds before the end of the game, Zhuo Yang broke through and scored the winning goal. The score was 3:2 to Manchester City, and the total score was 4:4. Manchester City won by virtue of the away goal advantage.

17 seconds before the end of the game, Guardiola replaced Zhuo Yang with Yaya Toure.

17 seconds after the restart, before Toure touched the football, referee Kupes blew the final whistle.

Only 17 seconds left! There are only 17 seconds left for Juventus to complete the feat of reaching two Champions League finals in three years.

Manchester City reached the European Champions Cup final for the first time in its history.

The moment the whistle sounded, many players from both sides collapsed on the court at the same time, and many Manchester City players shed tears on the spot. Afterwards, there was a clear distinction between carnival and sadness.

too difficult! All the way through the knockout rounds, only by being there can you truly know how thrilling it is.

Guardiola considers himself not an emotional person, but now he wants to cry openly, like a child.

This season has been too difficult. I was suppressed by Klopp, Conte and Pochettino in the league, intercepted by Wenger in the FA Cup, and blocked by Mourinho in the League Cup. At the beginning of the season, I never thought that I would be in the Premier League BIG. The most difficult Champions League has become a breakthrough.

On the cold night when Enrique was beaten 4-0 by Enrique at the Nou Camp on October 20 last year, Guardiola would never dare to think about today.

Now, I am going to compete for the Champions League title. Enrique, Mourinho, Wenger, Conte, Klopp, Pochettino, what are you doing? Zidane, I'm coming, are you ready?

Zhuoyang, my good brother, thank you.

Zhuo Yang was as tired as a dog and smiled like a dog. He was so tired that he didn't want to move his fingers, but he was thinking about Kou Kou, because Zhuo Yang is an extremely simple man. When encountering happy things, he always hopes to share the joy of this moment with the person he loves the most.

Koko said: My brother Zhuoyang is an unparalleled hero.

Akko said: Ayang, you are my unparalleled hero.

But Zhuoyang knew that he was just a little man, even a little person with no ambitions.

Zhuo Yang has no ambition to change the appearance of the sun and the moon, no ambition to divide the territory and fight for world hegemony, and he does not even have the passion to fight for power and pursue wealth. He is like this whether it's six hundred years in the dream or thirty years in real life.

In the dream for six hundred years, the only thing he wanted to do was go home. He traveled to every corner of the world, just wanting to go home, and he had no intention of competing with the ancients. Whether it is crying or laughing, blood or tears, killing or being killed, fighting or being fought, it is all because I want to go home.

In his real life of thirty years, he liked football and piano, only football and piano. He loves his wife, so he does everything possible to please her, and never leaves the house without getting tired of being with her. Zhuo Yang didn't care about the ups and downs of the world.

Zhuo Yang is a little man with no ambitions. If all the male protagonists of heroic stories are gathered together, he will only become a passerby who cannot leave his name.

He likes football, likes the people he meets in football, and likes the pleasure that comes from winning through hard work in football matches, just like he does now. So he was as tired as a dog and as happy as a dog at the moment.

Maybe living in this dangerous world, little men will be happier, because it is easier to obtain happiness, just like Zhuo Yang now.

Wise people say that happiness is based on the pain of others. I don’t know if there is any scientific basis for this, but it is a fact that Meng’s second brother Tolivo is very sad now.

The second brother was the first among the brothers to win the big honor, the 2nd world championship, and he was also the best rookie in the World Cup that year.

It has been 13 years since I left Madibo, and counting this year, my second brother has won 12 Serie A championships. They are said to be the top three in the north, but now all the players of the Milan duo combined do not have as many championships as the second brother alone.

I’m tired of aesthetics! In fact, the second brother has lost count of how many Serie A and Serie A Cups he has won. The media is counting them for him. But the second brother knows very well that he only has one World Cup and one Champions League.

In 2010, he was awarded the title by Mourinho's Inter Milan, which was the last Champions League in Serie A so far. As a result, the second brother became the first Mr. Ballon d'Or with two awards in one. Seven years.

In game 1, Lippi's Juventus defeated Ajax on a penalty kick. That was Juventus' last Champions League win so far, 21 years ago.

Italian football is going through a cold iteration period. Meng Er estimates that he wants to win the World Cup before retiring. To say that he has little hope is to deceive himself. But not the Champions League. Juventus has been resurrected with full blood. Especially this year, its comprehensive strength is not inferior to any giant team. This is the year the second brother desires.

But in the end he was crushed by his own brother.

In the second brother's falsely noble eyes, except for Zhuo Yang, Manchester City is actually a bad team. Under normal circumstances, the strength gap with Juventus is two goals in a game, and four in two rounds. I have to say that although the second brother Fengyan is full of youth, his vision is indeed very vicious. Juventus indeed scored four goals against Manchester City in two rounds.

But Zhuo Yang suddenly pulled four goals with two shots and two passes in two games. In the previous knockout rounds, Juventus did not concede a single goal. If it weren't for Zhuo Yang, Juventus would still not have conceded goals in these two rounds.

Juventus has not lost at home for almost two years. If it were not for Zhuo Yang, this record would definitely continue, perhaps until the day when the second brother retires or leaves Juventus. Who knows!

Sigh——, slut, why are you so slutty? One world champion and one Champions League, your father and I are not enough~

Grandpa Mo sent a message through the air in Dortmund: Dad, I am also a world champion and a Champions League champion, alas——

Xiaozhu: One World Cup and one Champions League, I am the same, you know, right?

Scar: Damn it, I didn’t win the World Cup, but there are two Champions Leagues...

Detu: Me too.

The second brother seemed to have heard the brothers' complaints, and immediately felt much better. As long as he is not the worst, the second brother can continue to be proud. After all, he has the most league championship titles. Although this is boring, it is still quite impressive to say it.

Zhuoyang's sneer seemed to be heard in the night wind: These five idiots, as Europeans, have not even won the European Cup, and they are still competing here, and they have no shame at all.

The Five Musketeers collectively despised: Good son, Asians, please take out your Asian Cup and let us take a look?

Zhuo Yang gritted his teeth and said: Five trolls, five keyboard warriors... Bah!

Thinking of this, Meng Er felt much better. He secretly wiped away the tears left in the corners of his eyes because of his heartache and gave himself a slightly reserved and relaxed smile.

——Foolish people climb up to the bright moon but cannot get it; smart people walk with the moon closely behind them.

After reciting the poem, the second brother stood up and limped to pull his depressed teammates up from the ground one by one.

Little men have this advantage. They are always very good at persuading themselves to make chicken soup for themselves. Of course, it can also be said that the Six Musketeers are all little men.