Golden Greenery

Tottenham in the Champions League and Tottenham in the Premier League are not the same team, because the Champions League is their last stubbornness now.

They were held to a draw by Manchester City at White Hart Lane a week ago, but the lingering power of the match they played at that time was still there. In addition, Tottenham's own fixed lineup and tactics continued, so it looked the same as a week ago, and they started with a bang. One push.

Back home, this time Manchester City did not give in. The young defense moved its position to the center line, flattening the entire formation and facing off against the incoming Tottenham.

Zhuoyang no longer retreated to support, but directly stood in front of Tottenham's back line. Jesus and Sterling took turns to cooperate with him to suppress the opponent's integrity.

In this way, Grandpa Mo was looking for Zhuo Yang to fight in the last game, and today it was Zhuo Yang looking for him.

In just three minutes of the game, the two had two head-to-head encounters.

First, Zhuo Yang flew to grab the ball from Grandpa Mo. Although he failed to grab the ball, the two men collided and fell to the ground in a very obscene manner. The Turkish referee Cakir had to blow the whistle to interrupt the game. Maybe he felt disgusted.

Then Grandpa Mo faced the enemy head-on, knocking Zhuo Yang down with the ball, and there was no foul.

Just three minutes later, the two of them were panting like cattle, looking at each other with knives in their eyes.

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"roll!"

If Zhuoyang didn't retreat, my grandfather wouldn't dare to play. He could only stay at the center back. If it had been anyone else, or even Zhuoyang in the first round last week, he wouldn't be like this.

There is no way, grandpa is worried.

In this way, compared to the last round, Tottenham's tactical effect was reduced. Eriksen's organization alone was not enough to cope with Manchester City's recharged midfield and backfield.

Grandpa has a big picture of the court. He sees this and knows that the team needs to contribute its dominance at this time.

However, the entanglement with his brother Zhuo Yang put Grandpa Mo, who had always been leisurely on the court, into a dilemma.

If it were in the past, my grandfather would decisively determine his position when the team was attacking, and leave Zhuoyang to his teammates to help defend, while he would just be vigilant at all times.

But a week ago, Zhuoyang's hat-trick assist, especially the cunningness of the final buzzer-beater, planted a demon in my grandfather's heart, so that he did not dare to let go.

Grandpa lives in a fog, but the truth he longs for is actually obvious: Zhuo Yang did it on purpose.

However, his dribbling error in the last game was intentional, but his subsequent heel hook pass to form a buzzer-beating assist was unintentional.

Zhuoyang knew very well that his grandfather was looking down on him that day, and coupled with his bad footwork, it was very difficult to score a goal.

The last time I played that part was just to tease my brother. As for whether I could do anything more, I just left it to fate.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good. Not only did he complete the assist at the buzzer, but it also made Grandpa Mo's head boil.

From the moment Grandpa Mo started asking him for the truth, Zhuo Yang knew that this guy was on the hook, so he deliberately didn't give him a good look and let him make blind guesses.

The purpose of doing this is for today's game and to plant some seeds in Grandpa Mo's heart.

Good guy, Mo Dingfeng was too difficult to deal with that day. Who can bear it if there's another one? So he had an idea and took off the trap.

Therefore, Grandpa Mo was right to think that Zhuo Yang was insidious, but Zhuo Yang just thought that he had little martial ethics.

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Tottenham's opening three strikes failed to see any effect, and Manchester City gradually took control of the scene.

Fortunately, Tottenham's blood is still there, but their slight passivity also prevented Manchester City from finding good opportunities and unable to penetrate them.

If the routine doesn't work, you can only try individualism. When it comes to this, there is no one better than She Zhuo in today's football world.

And he also frequently raised his hand to ask for the ball, changing his laziness from the previous game.

However, several times the hand was raised because Grandpa Mo next to him made a prediction in advance, which made his teammates dare not pass the ball, so the hand was raised in vain.

So Zhuoyang kept raising his hands more and more, no matter where the ball was, he could raise it whenever he wanted, just for fun.

Grandpa: "..."

As soon as Zhuo Yang raised his hand, he became nervous.

In the 17th minute, Zhuo Yang detoured back to the left side of the frontcourt, and his grandfather was inseparable.

Gundogan took the ball on the left, and Zhuo Yang cut in and ran inward. After luring Mo Mo, he immediately braked and turned back.

Then he suddenly rushed to the bottom line, and his grandfather was so surprised that he quickly turned around.

But Zhuoyang turned back again and pulled Grandpa Mo away from him, who was turning slowly.

Teacher Jing finally passed the ball over. It was quite difficult for him to protect the ball when his opponents were surrounding him.

Grandpa turns slowly, but his starting speed is not slow, and his legs are long.

Zhuoyang dribbled the ball and cut in front of the penalty area. Grandpa took a shortcut and quickly blocked the inside, as fast as if he had never left.

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Dribbling the ball with small steps made my grandfather dare not let go of the shovel easily.

Grandpa pulled away slightly to prevent Zhuo Yang from suddenly changing direction.

When they reached the corner of the forbidden arc, Zhuo Yang suddenly stumbled and missed the ball.

The apples of Grandpa Mo’s face were trembling: Come again?

I won’t let you succeed this time!

Grandpa's long legs like an overpass suddenly popped up, and his hips were spread wide enough to pass through a camel.

Zhuoyang didn't cross the ball and fell to the ground immediately after throwing the ball.

It looked like he had been knocked down by Grandpa Mo's arm swing. Chakir shouted a whistle and prepared to use his strength with his cheeks.

Zhuoyang made a "mistake" with his right leg when he fell to the ground, and his left leg was in front.

The outer instep whipped up the football.

There was thunder in Grandpa Mo’s crotch.

Farts don’t make such a big noise~, grandpa was surprised. ……Oops!

Subconsciously looking down, there was only Zhuo Yang under his crotch.

Grandpa didn't dare to look back at the goal. There was silence there.

The ball is in the goal.

Lloris never expected that the football would fly out from under Mertesacker's crotch at this moment, and even if he thought about it, the trajectory of the football flying against the turf scimitar would not allow him to react.

The football scraped against the tip of the grass on the inside of the goalpost and penetrated silently until it hit the net.

The scene went eerily still.

Grandpa Mo stood with his long legs crossed and his hips spread wide, Zhuo Yang lay on his back under his crotch, and everyone else looked at them.

Seeing that his grandfather had no intention of giving in, Zhuo Yang remained motionless and stared at his crotch with wide eyes, as if staring into the abyss.

What are you... doing? Chakir was so embarrassed. After staying for a while, he did not forget his responsibilities. Although the whistle that the goal was valid was a little late, it still sounded.

Chakir ran towards the center circle, but the others remained motionless.

Zhuo remained silent, and the others didn't know what to do.

The Manchester City man wanted to come over and pull Zhuo Yang up, but the Iron Tower stood above him.

The blood of Tottenham people is getting cold because Zhuoyang scored and broke Mertesacker.

This scene is very strange.

Until Grandpa Mo really farted.

"Gu~~squeak~the skin is flat~"

"***!" Now Zhuo Yang couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stopped staring into the abyss. An iron pulley quickly came out from under Mo Da's crotch, rolled up and ran away.

Thus, the City Stadium came to life again.

There were thunderous cheers and gongs and drums in the stands. Manchester City players rushed towards Zhuoyang like crazy, and Tottenham people also lowered their heads and took their places.

Grandpa Mo exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his upper and lower parts were ventilated.