Golden Greenery

Mental attributes are a good thing, but they often begin to emphasize mental attributes, which means that they are at a disadvantage and can only close the gap with their opponents by relying on chicken blood.

Manchester City has never been a mentally strong team, perhaps because they don't need to. Frankly speaking, Guardiola is not good at this. The teams he coaches are full of beauty and flavor, and can be relied upon at critical moments, but they are never passionate and tough guys.

That's not to say that there aren't tough guys under Lao Gua's command. Kou Kou was reluctant to say this in the first place. In fact, after Manchester City's group of international players returned to this game, most of them were men who were trying to trick the horse.

Of course, except Sterling, this guy is a man's horse.

In the derby with Manchester United eight days ago, Da Clever made a scene at Old Trafford. Although he didn't score a goal, he was bleeding and injured himself in the end. He can only stay at home today, otherwise he will definitely become a Tottenham Hotspur player. Another nightmare for the defence.

The only person who can be called the best player in the Manchester City team with the big smart is Shunliu Jesus. Da Mingming is a soul wise man, Shunliu is an anti-intellectual bully.

Jesus replaced Aguero, who had run away from Huang. Both of them were originally assassin-type strikers, but today Akun is a mutated mad dog, and Shunliu is still a sullen wasp who specializes in prying seams.

In the blink of an eye, it has been two years since he came to Manchester City, and Jesus has grown from an 11-year-old adult. Only his foul mouth always smells good.

"Brother Zhuo, even though they scored five goals, it's not shameful at all that you didn't score. It's not your fault that you are old."

Frankly speaking, after more than two years, Zhuo Yang has long been immune to this guy's mouth, and he is not as painful as he was at the beginning.

And he has indeed not scored a goal today. Faced with Grandpa Mo's passionate blockade, Zhuo Yang was dissatisfied with his mouth and even more dissatisfied with his heart. But if he couldn't shoot, he could only hold back all his dissatisfaction.

Under the supervision of his grandfather, the chief murderer in football didn't even score a few goals today, let alone score a goal.

With a rolling look at Re Shunyu, Zhuo Yang ignored him and continued to fight with his grandfather.

The time has come in the 8th game and we are trailing 2:3.

Zhuoyang still retreated to the midfield and did not stay in the front line because time was approaching. Also because there was not much time left, Grandpa Mo did not dare to be careless. He made himself completely his brother's personal figure, no matter when and where.

There is no doubt that my grandfather is the star of this game. His star shines beyond the "empty" Zhuo Yang. He has also become Tottenham's strongest anchor. His teammates recognize and rely on him from the bottom of their hearts.

When Tottenham got the ball, they had already pulled back from the lead, but Grandpa Mo, who was supposed to be at the back line, ran outside the crowd because he couldn't let go of his brother.

The defense fell several times, and under the pressure of the Manchester City people, they had to play forward. Trippier took the ball from the wing and aimed towards the frontcourt.

Son Heung-min, Kane and Alli have all opened up, but Trippier somehow feels that they are not reliable enough at this time.

There was so much pressure in this game that Trippier panicked.

Finally seeing Grandpa Mo turn around in the middle, Trippier was convinced: Well, Grandpa is the most reliable!

Grandpa... is so tired. He doesn't want to get the ball at all at this moment. He just wants to run out of time and let the weak lead become the result. As for the next scene... let’s talk about it later.

He turned around to give Trippier instructions to pass the ball to Kane, and then turned around and the guy gave the ball to him.

Trippier was freed, and Grandpa Mo was shocked.

He caught the ball in a hurry, and his old arms and legs failed to stop the ball properly. How could Zhuo Yang, who had been 'bullied' by him for the whole game, let it go? He decisively put the shovel two meters away, fell to the ground and poked the ball to Feiniao.

Even Grandpa Mo was feeling angry and worried at the moment. He was so confused that he quickly turned around to fight for the bird.

Bird is a good bird, with a clear mind. He steps forward and pretends to meet the ball, but then feints to let it pass and turns around.

Everyone thought he was going to do something, but Feiniao didn't stop the ball and just pushed it horizontally.

Looking along the ball, the Tottenham man including Grandpa Mo suddenly became excited - Zhuo Yang.

Why did you get up so fast? How did you go there?

Eighty feet away, Grandpa Mo was completely at his wits end. He could only watch Zhuo Yang dodge the burning Vertonghen one after another, and hit him just outside the penalty area line.

Grandpa Mo had closed his eyes helplessly.

Loris's eyes widened, he had made a contribution.

Lloris, who was all over his body, used a miraculous save to block Zhuoyang's shot again.

Both tired and frightened, Grandpa Mo's heart almost jumped out of his throat: In this miserable Spurs, Lloris is the only one who can be considered a good person...

I have to say that Zhuo Yang's athlete's foot was indeed a bit unsatisfactory today.

Manchester City wins a corner kick.

Optimus White Jade Pillar! The important task of air defense in the penalty area, especially defending Zhuo Yang, must be Grandpa Mo's job. After regaining his composure, my grandfather hurriedly looked for his brother in the crowd.

Huh?

Zhuo Yang walked towards the corner flag, he was going to take the corner kick.

This is a hammer!

In fact, Grandpa Mo hesitated for a moment, thinking that he should just go there regardless of the embarrassment?

In the end, I was still worried about being embarrassed and shameful.

In the center of the penalty area, Grandpa Mo was waiting eagerly in the crowd. At the corner flag, Zhuo Yang didn't even look at him and was too lazy to care.

He retreated to the stands and turned a deaf ear to the noisy roar of Tottenham fans behind him. English stadiums are like this, the playing surface is large within the wire frame, but the pitch is very compact.

With such a long approach distance, Zhuo Yang just flicked the football to Ding Ding who came to help him, and shook everyone again.

He ran into the field and asked for the football again. Grandpa Mo jumped out immediately, and he didn't hesitate anymore.

Zhuo Yang slowly dribbled the ball in along the extension line of the penalty area. Grandpa stuck on the inside and refused to give him a chance to kick.

At the angle of the forbidden arc, Zhuoyang took the ball wide. This is really unusual.

Are you tired too, bitch? Grandpa Mo was overjoyed.

There’s nothing to say, it’s just an instinctive reaction to take a decisive step forward and steal the ball.

Even if he made a mistake, Zhuo Yang was still Zhuo Yang, and his body suddenly rushed forward in an attempt to regain control.

The two faced each other and the football was forced to jump. It's not high, just reaches the waist level, and it's very close-fitting.

Grandpa Mo was frustrated. It would be beneficial for him to hit the ball higher, lower, or further away. After all, he is tall and has long legs. Such half-height chasing balls have always been a problem for him.

Of course, he also has countermeasures. If he can't do it, he can do it to others. Grandpa Mo's arms swayed and he bumped into his brother: Come on, you~

Zhuo Yang didn't hit his grandfather, he shouted "Hey~Hey~" and was bounced far away.

Grandpa Mo curled his lips and smiled secretly, but then lowered his head: Damn it, where is the ball?

Before Zhuo Yang was bounced away again, he slanted his back hook and knocked the football to the back post of the penalty area with his heel.

Grandpa Mo didn't notice, nor did anyone else in Tottenham who was attracted by their fighting skills.

In fact, he had no clear purpose and just planned to create opportunities.

When Zhuoyang was dribbling the ball horizontally with Grandpa Mo just now, the Manchester City people were constantly going in and out. You went in and I came out to look for opportunities to connect to see if Zhuoyang could pass the ball.

Jesus was lucky, and Zhuo Yang flashed his back hook. He and Xiwa happened to have their turn to go forward, and he happened to be at the back post.

He shot with his right foot and put the football into the goal without any difficulty. Lloris didn't know where the football was going until he was caught.

3:3, Re Shunliu scored a perfect goal. He stood on the goal line facing the net with his hands in the air and gave everyone a slap on the back of the head.

Grandpa Mo looked aggrieved and asked quietly: "Zhuoyang, you made the ball bigger just now... was it intentional?"

It was Zhuo Yangle's turn: "Guess~"