Golden Greenery

The Lion King Song didn't take any advantage in front of the tall guy Jan Kohler throughout the whole game today, and was often forced out of position by the Czech center's flexible movements. Of course, even if the two of them had a head-to-head confrontation, Kohler wouldn't be able to take advantage of it. Although Lao Song was much shorter than him, he would look like a male rhinoceros once they collided with each other.

Kohler relied on his height and running awareness to bully the Lion King, while Rigbert Song had the upper hand in terms of muscle and strength. Later, Jan Kohler was a little frightened by the collision, and he began to be more or less timid about confronting the Lion King. Lao Song is really amazing. He is the first defender in the world who can make the giant Jan Kohler fearful.

The Lion King had been holding back his anger for a long time, and when he saw the football flying, he nodded backwards and shouted in three resonances with great energy: "My————!!"

The first is to scare the opponent, and I will definitely win. Secondly, tell your teammates not to come and compete with me. Puff Lewis and Ibisevic, who happened to be around him, originally wanted to grab this point together. When they heard Lao Song's voice, they immediately turned around and blocked Evanilson and Medel aside. Leave everything to Lao Song to settle.

At this time, Jan Kohler, who was forced to return to the penalty area to participate in the defense of the high ball, had to grit his teeth and have a one-on-one duel with Lion King Song. I saw two giant axes rising from the ground at the same time, like two mountain peaks colliding with each other. Lao Song was risking his life, but Kohler felt guilty. He felt like he was slapped by a granite door panel, and his lungs were almost knocked out of his mouth.

The 2.02-meter-tall Jan Kolepin fell down while patting the ball, and the Lion King Lao Song's big black and golden hair almost exploded the football.

If this goal is not scored again, there will be no justice. The ancestor of the Song Dynasty has never done anything harmful to heaven and justice in his eighteenth generation. The Golden Retriever Lion King broke the goal with a bang, and the Golden Retriever Lion King landed with a bang. Immediately, Lao Song roared at Giant Yang who was lying on the ground: "Fuck, your father and I are exhausted!"

As a well-known figure in the international football world, Kohler couldn't bear this anger. He jumped up and said, "Whose father is forcing you?"

"Mom, that jerk is your father!" As they spoke, their hands got stuck on each other's necks.

Zhuo Yang rushed forward and pushed Jan Kohler's hand away: "Let me go!" He was blatantly offended.

As a result, the Madiborg people didn't care about celebrating, and the Dortmund people didn't care about being depressed. They all gathered around and prepared for war.

Who is afraid of whom? Despite their young age, Madibao players have already been led wildly by the Six Musketeers and do not know how to respect their seniors. Besides, the small one is the small one, but the big man has much more than the other party. Hearing a fuss and setting up rice seedlings, rolling up arms and sleeves are all like cockfighting.

"Let go! Let the fuck go!"

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"It's amazing how old you are, come on, come on!"

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Zhuoyang didn't take any action, so of course everyone just babbled at first. Dortmund is not a good team either. They are tough and sophisticated, so no one wants to take the first shot. A group of loudmouths were pushing and shoving around, shouting obscenities, and one could vaguely hear the chattering of a wheel in the center of the crowd.

"Whose father are you?"

"I am your father!"

…

The two groups of coaches and referees were so anxious that they were pulling this and that, for fear of actually starting a fight. The referee, who had a sticky head and sweat on the tip of his nose, simply ignored it. He first signaled that the goal was valid, then blew the final whistle and left with the linesman without looking back.

Fight him if you like, and it has nothing to do with me if you think you are a fool.

In fact, the generals on both sides did not intend to stage a full-scale martial arts show. A fight is nothing, and no one will be punished afterwards. But this time, they cannot give in first. It is very shameful. It is difficult to get off the tiger, and it is difficult to sheath the sword.

The two captains glared at each other, and Warnes yelled at Zhuoyang: "Zhuoyang, this is obviously because you guys are careless, and you scored a lousy goal. Whose face is he trying to embarrass?"

Zhuoyang showed no sign of weakness: "You...,

So, don't tell me whether you have these things or not. Is there still less trash talk on the football field? Who the hell didn't say that? What's the point of using a topic to bully someone? "

The roar and curses of the die-hard Hornets fans in the Westfalenham Stand could lift the roof, and a world record for the highest decibel level in a stadium was set here.

"Let me go, do you think I'm dead? Chris, what the hell are you talking about? Zhuo Yang, and you, let me go too!" There was a thunder, the boss suddenly appeared out of thin air, Dortmund Sporting director Matthias Sammer has a great aura.

Well, no matter what nationality, no matter how old or young, who dares not to give this man face in Westphalia. Christian Warnes and Zhuo Yang both let go of each other, and the players on both sides stopped talking and returned to their respective camps, clearly distinguishing themselves. Sammer's voice is more effective than the referee blowing his whistle.

Let's all disperse, the game is over. There was no fighting, but they were bickering with each other while retreating, and no one was willing to suffer. Warnes went to Zhuo Yang specifically: "Zhuo Yang, let me tell you, this matter is not over yet, your people are too careless." No one felt comfortable being equalized at the last moment.

Zhuo Yang was not polite at all: "Go, go, have some technical skills, okay? If you want to fight, I will always accompany you. Don't be so unable to lose."

"Did we lose? Did we lose?" Warnes was full of resentment. The 3:3 score at home was actually almost a loss to him.

"Who is that? Do you believe it or not? If the game dares to last five more minutes, you are dead. Do you believe it or not?" Zhuoyang certainly had more to say after scoring three goals in five minutes.

"You're just a big talker. Who the hell knows if you haven't kicked me?" Of course Warnes was not angry either. "Five more minutes, five more minutes to watch and distract you."

"Don't talk nonsense with me here. If you can go to Hannover in the second half of the season, we'll see you again. Let's go to the stadium to resolve football matters. Who is that? Do you dare?"

"It's a deal!" Warnes and Zhuo Yang high-fived and made a fight. The two were tit-for-tat, but the smell of gunpowder was much less.

The same five minutes, the same 3:3, was golden to the Madiborg people, and of course they celebrated happily and walked back, but to the Dortmund people, it was naturally black, and they had no choice but to withdraw their troops and return to camp dejectedly. Both groups of people had no intention of being pretentious and ignored each other. There are only two lunatics who are still playing the language art of teasing each other with each other.

"Let me tell you clearly today, whose father are you?"

"I'm my son's father, what's wrong?"

"Why, why the hell do you have it?"

"..." Lao Song: "Then whose fucking father am I?"

"You must explain it clearly to me today..."

"Shut up!!" Unable to bear it anymore, the Dortmund players shouted at Jan Kohler in unison.