Golden Greenery

In the last few minutes of the game, the bravery of the Madiborg people forced Dortmund back to half-time without daring to show off their courage. Apart from the goalkeeper, only Ackermann and Rand were left to take care of them, and everyone else was killed. Go up.

When time is running out, hitting a overhead kick is a last resort. So, Uncle Zha replaced the taller Ibisevic and Khedira at the same time, and replaced the physically weak Cobra and Tsar. A bunch of men about 1.9 meters tall rushed into Dortmund's penalty area. From a distance, it looked like a forest. Rosicky, who was 1.75 meters tall, could have been hit by his butt and suffered a concussion in it.

In the 88th minute, Madibao's unreasonableness finally took effect. After many fights for the football in the air, Pengpeng landed on the spot without giving any face to the Brazilian senior Evanilson. He straightened his waist and lifted his hips into the air, pushed the football back to the center, and directly carried the senior out. Bottom line.

Pengpeng's big fish and meat in the past two years have really not been in vain, and his seemingly lean body is full of explosives.

Dortmund is also full of people and has many good headers, but now they are all being pushed away by the Madiburg people. Therefore, Zhuoyang, who was pushed back to the bottom of the landing point, also faced his own millstone - Sebastian Kyle, the shadow of the whole game. Kyle's defense is absolutely top-notch, and he is a little taller and heavier than Zhuo Yang, but heading the ball is really not his strong point.

Zhuoyang's bullet speed, elevation, air retention, landing point tracking, and the feeling on his forehead all completely destroyed Kyle. Therefore, Kyle could only watch as Zhuoyang's forehead was brutally hit on the football. The ball went in, but Kyle was still surprised: Why didn't he blink when the ball hit this guy's head?

There was no time to celebrate, no time to knock anyone down. As soon as Zhuo Yang hit the ground, he shouted at the top of his lungs: Pick up the ball, pick up the ball!

No time to explain, get in the car quickly...

Still being sensible, Khedira rushed into the goal and pushed away Dede who was trying to interfere with him. He hugged the football and ran back, shouting as he ran, "Brother Zhuo, get him!"

Zhuo Yang immediately responded: "Get him!"

So, a group of Madibao people ran back and shouted in confusion.

"Get him!" "Get him!"...

Just like a bunch of psychos!

Not a minute after kick-off, it was exactly the same as before. Zhuoyang teamed up with Mad Dog Rand to steal Rosicky's ball. The Czech lay on the ground and cursed in his heart. Madiborg's big men swarmed into the Dortmund penalty area again. Everyone knows that the captain will not lose the ball.

Zhuoyang slowly brought the ball forward while playing tricks with Kyle. Seeing that all his teammates were in place, he pushed past Kyle and shouted at the top of his lungs into the crowd: "Whoever pushes this in, I'll treat him to a team!"

This is not bad, but it has just stirred up a hornet's nest. The Madiborg people have taken a stimulant, and the Dortmund people have taken a shot. They were all pulling on each other's opponents, all with their elbows on their waists and eyes. Gomez, Lao Song, Peng Peng, Khedira, Grosso, and Ibisevic all said: I have to push this in. Warnes, Metzelder, Kohler, Medel, Evanilson, and Ricken all said: Why?

Players from both sides stood up and waited for the ball to come in the air. Even goalkeeper Weidenfeller was posing at the back post, ready to step forward and hit the moon in the air.

Either way, Zhuoyang is the worst. Not to mention his own people, even his opponents believe his words, but he doesn't care at all about going back on his word.

Seeing that the plan was successful, Zhuo Yang immediately feinted to the outside and pulled the ball to the outside, allowing Kyle in front of him to slip out of the way. Then he volleyed at the near corner of the goal near 30 degrees on the right side of the penalty area. While everyone was still looking up at the sky, the football was like a calm tuna on the water, darting into the goal against the turf.

Everyone seemed to be frozen, looking at Zhuo Yang with their mouths wide open, and the arena was completely silent. Of course, except for Zhuo Yang shouting angrily: "Pick up the ball, go pick up the ball!"

The little brother was still considerate, and Khedira was the first to react.

After rushing into the goal and picking up the football, Khedira ran and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhuo Yang: "Brother Zhuo, high!"

So, a group of madibao lunatics ran back, tearing their hearts out.

"High——!" "High——!"...

"It's really high!"

In the 90th minute, the score was 3:2. The home team was in front, but Fort Madi was still behind.

Many players in the Dortmund team were members of the Double Champions a few years ago and have very rich game experience. Seeing that the Madibao people were a little crazy, they quickly recovered and tightened the fence. The most important thing was to get the three points safely first. Everton advanced to the frontcourt and faced Pengpeng's roaring shovel. He didn't care at all. He jumped to the side first to hide as far as he could.

When Pengpeng passed the ball to his boss, the Madiburg man repeated his old tricks, and people in the Dortmund penalty area began to overturn again. He tried six or seven consecutive kicks, but it was obviously not working that well. He was hoisted in and pushed out. He was snatched down and hoisted again, but he was still pushed out. Zhuoyang rushed in and tried, but it didn't work. After all, headers are the German team's specialty.

Zhuoyang didn't dare to stay in the opponent's penalty area. If someone were to counterattack, no one else but him could control that Thunderbolt Beibei. Therefore, Zhuo Yang moved to the outside again and Yuri Zhirkov was responsible for taking the ball from left to right and leading the counterattack.

After a few more back and forths, seeing that the stoppage time was about to run out, the referee was looking at his watch. He had no choice but to continue to try his luck. Zhuo Yang shouted at the top of his lungs: "Whoever pushes this in, I'll treat him to a dragon!"

The dozen or so big men in the restricted area almost fell down: Are you still coming? Do you want to be shameless?

Whoever is careless is an eggplant. The front and rear doorposts were sealed tightly by Dort people at all angles. Not to mention the tuna, the tuna couldn't get through anything. However, Zhuoyang really passed the ball this time, because he has always been a good kid who is honest and trustworthy.

This time it was his left foot, which made a decisive pass after dodging a gap. Watching the football flying towards the penalty area, Kyle's legs were trembling: I'm so damn tired, this is not a human job! You know, Sebastian Kyle is known as the "Iron Man". He has never been physically weak in his career. Even if he plays overtime and then breaks dances for half the night, it will be no problem.

In order to prevent Zhuo Yang from being beaten again, Dortmund's penalty area seemed looser than before, with less man-to-man marking and less supplementary defense. In other words, Madibao's big men only need to kill the opponent in front of them to form an attack.

The football flew across the night sky and plummeted toward the back, because there was the most eye-catching person in the game, with a head full of fried golden retrievers like a filigreed doll.

Lion King Lao Song shouted loudly below the landing point: "I--"

The sound echoed in the stadium like a bell, and the Golden Retriever Lion roared!

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