Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang and Collina were in a stalemate. Zhuo Yang put his hand on Vulture's butt to prevent him from taking out the cards. Collina glared at Zhuo Yang and was about to have a fit.

"Are they fucking fans? Are there fans like that? Look at how many women and children there are here? Collina, if you see a guy like this running towards your wife and children on the street, you can't fucking beat him up. beat?"

"Zhuoyang, take your hand away right now, or you will regret it!"

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with the Marseille team. Regardless of the red or yellow cards, they were not caused by Montolivo's foul on the Marseille players. Instead, they escaped because of the sudden appearance of the streaking king. Just be happy secretly and don't show up. Come and have fun bi.

Most people didn't notice the scene happening in this corner of the grass field. They were still watching Mark Roberts being carried down by the security rack with great interest. All the fans in the stadium were booing at the streaking king.

The 29-year-old French defender Dos Santos has a slightly different mind than ordinary people. The other Marseille players stood far away because they got a big deal and it had nothing to do with them. He was the only one to watch the excitement and not take it too seriously. He just happened to be close. Seeing that Zhuoyang and Corina were at odds at this moment, he couldn't help but be extremely excited. He couldn't help but fan the flames.

"Referee, why do you want to hit the fans? Red card, get the red card quickly..."

Zhuoyang and Corina are both a little bit superior at the moment, but in fact, neither of them wants to antagonize each other. Both of them have extraordinary identities. Subconsciously, they both hope to get acquainted with each other and be friendly, but at this moment, they have to give in to each other. I can't get it off my face. Just then, Dos Santos appeared out of nowhere, and instantly Zhuoyang and Collina found an outlet to vent. The two people were furious at the same time, turned their heads at the same time, and said in unison:

"Get away!!!"

These two went crazy together, let alone a little Dos Santos, even a villain like Kahn Kean and Materazzi would be shocked to the point of trembling with fear. Dos Santos felt as if he had been struck by Wudang's air-splitting palm when he was fighting a bull from across the mountain. He immediately took two steps back and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

After Collina finished spraying, he was stunned because he had never swore at a player on the court. So Mr. Vulture did not speak further, but looked at Dos Santos coldly: If you dare to make a mistake, you will be the scapegoat!

But Zhuo Yang was furious: Who the hell didn't pull up his pants to expose such a bastard like you?

"Fuck you! Shut up!" The Seven Injury Fists hit him from the air, and Dos Santos took two steps back.

"If you dare to say one more thing, I will destroy you!!" Hong Zhongda Lu, Dos Santos seemed to have been hit in the chest by Guo'er's ecstasy palm. Sitting on the ground, his face turned pale.

Captain Zhuo shouted three times to cut off the courage of the enemy general, and King Yong cursed Santos down in anger.

It didn't matter what he was scolding, the key was that Zhuo Yang's tone was full of evil, like a sound attack wave, it hit Dos Santos three times in a row, and even Collina was a little affected.

Interrupted by a daredevil, Zhuo Yang had already released his hold on Collina, but the Vulture did not take out the red card. Neither of them paid any attention to Dos Santos, who was sitting on the ground as lost as a bereaved wife. They looked at each other with no anger or resentment in their eyes.

"...Zhuoyang, take care of your team members and don't cause trouble for me." Collina took his right hand out of his butt pocket, and his palm was empty.

Is this going to be forgotten? Zhuo Yang is a smart man who knows everything at once. "Okay, don't worry, Bald... Corvo." Zhuo Yang said politely, moved forward and half covered his mouth with his hand: "Thank you, Corvo, I appreciate it. I'll treat you to dinner later..."

Collina couldn't laugh or cry: This guy's face changes so quickly! Then he turned around and ran away with a crooked smile. Behind Zhuo Yang, his second brother and Grandpa Mo looked at what was happening with their mouths wide open.

Montolivo's temper went away as quickly as it came up, and he couldn't help but feel lucky that he had narrowly escaped death under the clutches of Collina.

Many years later, Collina retired as CEO of UEFA's Referees Committee.

In his memoir "The Final Whistle", he frankly disclosed that the only time in his officiating career that a penalty was changed due to the influence of players on the field was when he faced Zhuo Yang in the 2004 League Cup final. However, at that time, everyone regarded it as an anecdote because no one was qualified to make irresponsible remarks about Zhuo Yang.

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Except for a few people involved in this scene, including the second brother, the attentive Grandpa Mo, and that unlucky guy Dos Santos, no one else was too aware of it. When people noticed something strange here, Zhuoyang and Collina dispersed.

On the other end, Mark Roberts had also been wrapped in a torn sheet found from nowhere and taken out.

The streaking king's outing completely angered UEFA. Originally, everyone didn't take his performance art very seriously. It was just an innocuous behind-the-scenes shot of the stadium. The hype is also good for football, so just pretend to be pretentious for a while. Punishment is enough. However, private advertising not only encroaches on UEFA's interests, but also seriously disrupts the order of commercial development. The football industry will never tolerate this. The streaking king couldn't do anything better this time. He was detained for three months on charges of endangering public safety in a dangerous way. The accompanying fines wiped out all his advertising income and cost him a lot of money.

Since then, the football world has strictly guarded Mark Roberts. All the larger stadiums have his information, and the police come to warn before every major game. How do the grassroots police in China control the petitioner? How do the Scotland Yard police officers keep a close eye on him? It has become a fantasy for the streaking king to enter the venue of a major football match. He had no choice but to move to other sports venues or low-level football matches, but the impact of those occasions was obviously not comparable to that of high-level football matches broadcast live on television. As a result, the streaking king gradually lost its influence and gradually became silent and no longer became a topic.

Ignorance and short-sightedness kill people!

This is also because Mark Roberts was born at the wrong time. He would be born more than ten years later. It must be easy to become an Internet celebrity anchor on the live broadcast platform. If nothing happens, find a competition to get naked and gain popularity, then go to the computer to communicate with fans and elevate your level of prowess to performance art. There is no need to draw any advertisements on his belly, just giving him rewards can make him step into a well-off society. Taking off your clothes is art, putting on pants means you have entered the mainstream show-off world. As long as you are not so stupid that you come to China with a hot head, you will definitely become an alternative legend of football in your life.

Fortunately for the Chinese police, the combat effectiveness of urban management personnel is simply not comparable to that of security guards at Camp Nou and other places, and they are extremely ruthless when doing harm to the people.

After a stalemate full of gentlemanly excitement, Madibao once again organized an attack from the backcourt. After a series of messy highlights, the game officially entered the triumphal mode of the Six Musketeers.