Golden Greenery

( ) The Chinese team doesn’t care about France, but France cannot care about the Chinese team’s situation.

A few minutes after falling behind 0:1, before the frost-beaten Frenchman could wipe the whiteness off his eyelashes, he heard a huge sigh coming from the stands, which was the wail of French fans.

As a result, Scar and his bad guys knew they were being hit. Then they confirmed from the sidelines that Denmark was leading the Chinese team by one goal. The remaining game time was nothing more than choosing a style for the coffin board.

Giroud went to fight for the top and overturned Peru goalkeeper Gallese in the small penalty area. Although the foul was committed, it was still a normal confrontation and not serious at all. However, Galese complained that he was dizzy and could not get up.

Starting to delay tactics after one goal lead, in fact, there is no big future. But the French were even more hopeless. No one protested or urged Galese.

The French heart is dead.

If both sides end the game with this score, then Dan 7 will not even be worthy of a coffin, and will belong to the wilderness of corpse exposure.

But this is not France's "unseen shame", because "only one point and one goal in three games" they did in South Africa eight years ago, not to mention that in 2002 in South Korea, sitting on the top three teams of "Italy, France and England" France, the league's top scorer, not only accumulated one point in three games, but also failed to score a goal. Only 16 years have passed.

After eight years of eating shit, are you going to open your mouth again this year?

Before we came here, we were prepared to win the championship. Why did we change to standing on our heads and drinking soaring?

At this moment, talking about the championship is not a joke, but a curse, and even mentioning qualifying from the group is nonsense. Putting aside the points, the seven goal difference between them and Denmark is enough to embarrass their ancestors.

Kanter asked: "Brother Scar, what should I do?"

"What's the matter? Cold salad!" Scar said: "Eight years ago in South Africa, it was exactly the same as this year. I entered one, and France also entered this one. Ma Burian Pi Zhuoyang made me laugh for eight years."

Two years after France won the title, Scar scored all the goals for the French team.

"I'm used to being thick-skinned, so don't worry about him biting your eggs." Scar said to Kanter: "You have such a tender face, it will take you eight years until Qi Zhuoyang laughs at you."

"No, Mr. Zhuo is very good."

"Well, you, Mr. Gui'er, please let me go!" Scar suddenly became angry. "Wait a minute, you turtle can cover 70% of the earth's surface, go and cover Zhuo Yang's mouth and see.

You can cover a Cuizi. "

Kanter: "..."

Debich quickly came over to smooth things over. "Don't worry about it, Old Scar, Old Zhuo just likes to joke..."

"You're kidding Cui Zi." Scar turned around and taunted whoever he saw. "That turtle's mouth can plow the ground. You guys, just wait till you get up."

Debich: "..."

"And you!" Pogba just walked over with a sullen face when he was attacked by Scar. "You have approved 100 million, but you don't have any face at all."

Pogba: "..."

"You are worth 180 million." Mbappe couldn't hide anymore. "Use your more than 180 million to buy some masks, so you can cover your face when you see Zhuo Yang."

Mbappe: "..."

"How many billions have you approved?" Ma Tui said with a hostile attitude, I shouldn't have come over.

Dajilu was smart and turned away before he even got there.

"You run away and you are buried~"

Giroud: "..."

Hernandez said: "Team Scar, let's find a way to fight back..."

"I'll beat you up!"

Jin Pengbei said: "Team Scar..."

"Team, you're in trouble!"

Varane didn't dare to open his mouth at all, but Scar still didn't let him go.

"You, Gui'er, were teammates with Zhuo Yang, what the hell... Bah!"

Loris looked at Scar nervously.

"You...you are so mad!"

Loris: "..."

Not one of the ten teammates was left behind, and they were all scolded by Scar. Then, in the eyes of everyone who were either numb, dissatisfied or sympathetic, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard twice.

Snapped! Snapped!

"Franck Ribery, I'm sorry for you—"

Team 10: "..."

The attack was so cruel that his ugly face turned red.

"Die, die hard." Scar said: "I know what you are thinking, why don't you wait for Zhuoyang to kick Denmark four or five and save us."

"It can't be saved. There has never been a savior. Zhuoyang can't save us. He will laugh so hard that none of you can escape."

"Zhuoyang is my brother, but he won't save us. When we fight wolves, Zhuoyang will hand over the knife. When we eat shit, Zhuoyang will hand over the spoon."

"Zhuoyang is very arrogant. He will never stop you when he sees you eating shit, let alone save you. I'm telling you, today we are just eating shit, big mouthfuls."

"I'm telling you, don't look at 100 million or 180 million, and don't look at the fact that some of you are Zhuo Yang's teammates, some are old teammates, and some are old Madibao people. If you eat shit today, don't let Zhuo Yang Yang will look up to you all his life."

"He's eating shit at the same table as you guys."

"I don't want to eat shit. I want to eat hot pot, four dishes, and... well, hot mom batches. I still want to die today. This game will kick me to death."

"What do you do, ask me what you do? If you don't want Zhuo Yang to laugh, or if he turns us into a piano and laugh for generations, just win this game."

"Get out of the line, get out of Cuizi! Let's not eat shit first. I'm going all out. Today the Peruvians will either beat me by five, or let me win the ball back."

"Because I don't want to eat shit."

The French team players come from all over Africa. Telling them about national honor is nonsense. They have not had this concept since ancient times. Scar also does not have this concept, and he does not have the knowledge and level to understand national honor.

The French team is not a mighty tiger mountain, and Scar is not a mountain eagle. In fact, this is the first time he has cursed and gotten angry indiscriminately in so many years as captain. It is also the first time he has slapped himself in front of the whole world. It is really a slap in the face.

Scar was foaming at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, and with his constant "shit" coming and going "shit", the French teammate's stomach turned. Over there, Galese, who was pretending to stall for time, had finished his work, and they didn't realize it yet, just indulging in the churning.

Gambian referee Bakari Gassama came over and asked: "Captain of the French team, are you still playing?"

Scar looked at him: "What are you eating tonight?"

Kanter: "Uh~~" He is small and has a shallow stomach.

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"Bah! Bah!"

Zheng Zhi spit out the grass in his mouth and asked: "Captain Zhuo, how do you play when you come down? Just say something and the brothers will listen to you."

In fact, everyone knows how to play the game, but no one knows how Zhuo Yang plans to play, so Lao Zheng asked this question. We won’t sacrifice our lives for France, but we can do it for Team Zhuo.

"No more attacking." Zhuo Yang said.

Lao Zheng didn't understand. "No more attacks...what do you mean?"

"If you don't attack, you won't attack. What's the point?"

Seeing Zhuoyang's impatience, Lao Zheng did not dare to say anything more and could only walk away with a question mark on his forehead.

"Xiao Lizi, Captain Zhuo said we won't attack any more. Do you know what that means?"

Li Ke: "You're not honest~, my Chinese is as bad as a gourd and a bud. If you insist on asking me, Old Zheng, this is just a blind cat teasing a dead mouse. Why don't you ask Xiao Jiang again? He might be able to understand you." Say what."

Lao Zheng: "..."

Lao Zheng is an honest man, so he won't care if Li Ke teases him. However, he soon understood what Zhuoyang meant when he said 'no more attacks'.

Because that’s what it means literally.