Golden Greenery

Manchester City 1:0, total score 4:3.

Grandpa Mo no longer doubted this time. He was sure that Zhuo Yang had used a trick, and it was a serial trick.

This beast!

However, he still looked at Zhuoyang from a distance, trying to find the only answer.

Zhuo Yang was still wiping his face, and the bubble on his crotch just now felt like it was being sprayed onto his face.

This beast!

So, Grandpa Mo Sak felt relieved: No matter how awesome you are, you still want to eat my farts, hehe~

The game restarted, and everyone in Tottenham couldn't help but look at Grandpa Mo, because their blood began to run cold, and he was their backbone.

They saw the relief on Grandpa Mo's face, and everyone felt relieved: We...maybe...there is still hope.

But they didn't know that Grandpa Mo was relaxed only because of that fart.

To deal with that bad guy, you should kill him. Grandpa was so narcissistic that he tried not to think about Zhuoyang's crotch removal and the goal he scored.

Mertesacker, who was excited again because of a fart, pursued Zhuo Yang enthusiastically, regardless of time and place, offense and defense, just looking for an opportunity to defeat him again.

"Brother, did it smell good just now?"

"roll!"

"I have a bad stomach, maybe there's something else~"

Zhuo Yang said contemptuously: "You were so careful that you unzipped your pants pocket."

"Don't be afraid, it's warm."

After seventeen years of knowing each other, Zhuo Yang saw such a dirty Grandpa Mo for the first time.

In the 24th minute, Zhuoyang took the ball and turned around, pulling his left and right feet continuously, sinking his shoulders to the left to get rid of it.

Grandpa Mo grabbed the hem of his jersey and whispered against his ear: "I'll let him go."

Zhuo Yang suddenly lost the ball.

Grandpa didn’t let go, but his hearty laughter kept coming.

Zhuo Yang, who was in second place, used Yanzi to draw water three times. After a few moves, he threw his grandfather aside.

Just as he was about to start sprinting, my grandfather puffed up his cheeks and blurted out a lifelike voice.

‘Gu~~The skin is flat~”

Zhuo Yang seemed to smell the stench, so he just covered his nose, but knocked the football off the sideline.

Mertesacker, who has biological and chemical weapons, cannot be offended.

In the third, Sterling's shot hit Alderweireld's knee and bounced off the baseline. Manchester City got a corner kick.

Ding Ding drove forward, only looking at Grandpa Mo who was holding back his fart and was snatched away by Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang raised his leg and was about to sweep the ball. Grandpa Mo was unequivocal. He came first and used his body to block the gap between the ball and the goal. He also said by the way: I'll let it go.

Zhuo Yang used his strength to change from sweeping to sticking, sticking the football to his feet and drawing a semicircle in the air.

Grandpa pushed forward hard from behind, not giving him a chance to turn around.

"I put."

Zhuoyang lifted the football up, lowered it, then used his thighs to prop it up, turned his back to the goal and took a step forward at the same time.

Grandpa followed closely and continued to push hard. "I put."

Zhuoyang used his thighs to cushion the football for the second time and then jumped up.

Grandpa had suffered losses before, so while thrusting hard into Zhuo Yang, he slightly bent his legs and tightened his knees, fearing that his crotch would be stolen again.

So, Zhuo Yang flew up, but he failed to take off immediately.

Zhuoyang's head rested on his grandfather's shoulder, his butt fell below, his neck held his body hard, and he viciously slapped the football in an overhead position in the air.

‘Boom~’

A thunder exploded above Grandpa Mo's head, and the football was kicked out of shape.

Lloris was defenseless and allowed the football to explode into the net.

It's really too close.

"I... let it go," Grandpa Mo murmured.

Grandpa was a good man after all. He was afraid that Zhuoyang would fall badly, so he quickly held his brother's big butt with his hands, and then gently put him back on the grass after his legs came down.

Zhuo Yang's face was as dark as water: "Can you let me see another one?"

Grandpa looked at his brother and suddenly smiled.

"Hahaha~~~haha~~~~"

Grandpa laughed to tears.

He suddenly hugged Zhuo Yang into his arms, and his grandfather laughed loudly.

After being ridden on the face by his brother and scoring twice, Grandpa Mo finally figured it out, very thoroughly.

My own brother, do I not understand? No one in this world can stop him, not life or death.

Mertesacker, you are obsessed! To be able to force him not to score a goal in a game, to be able to force Zhuo Yang to use a series of tricks, is already a unique achievement.

Did I really come to the Premier League to defeat Zhuo Yang at some point?

No, time flies by and we are all getting older. What I long for most is actually to be closer to my brothers and enjoy the last joy of playing football together.

A little longer, a little longer. Closer, closer.

The year he left, it seemed like half of my life was missing. He is back again, catching up on the lost year with more brilliant football.

I thought I was jealous, but actually I wasn't. I just wanted to accompany him, play with him, and finish playing football with him.

"Brother." Grandpa pinched Zhuo Yang's face and said with a smile, "You are so awesome, really."

"Is it because of the two goals?"

"No, it's because you forced me to use my fart."

"Hahahaha~~~"

The two hugged each other and laughed.

.

Mertesacker came out of the fog and let go completely.

He is no longer obsessed with targeting Zhuo Yang, but instead broadens his horizons to fulfill his responsibilities on the court.

When it's time to push forward, it's time to push forward, and when it's time to link up, it's time to link up. Of course, when defending, you still keep an eye on your brother in the middle. This is unambiguous.

Grandpa Mo regained his grace, and he became the pinnacle of Mo again.

However, the rest of Tottenham were drained by the second goal and they collapsed.

0:2, it was still an away game, there was no hope at all, and the last breath of tightly maintained ties was released.

In the 41st minute, after Ali was broken through by Walker, he used a retaliatory foul to kick him down from behind and received a red card. Tottenham collapsed.

A minute later, the smart Sterling received a pass in the penalty area and shot decisively. The football passed through the funnel-like gap between Alderweireld and Sissoko and hit the net.

3:0, total score 6:3.

Grandpa Mo shouted at the top of his lungs on the court, but it didn't work. In the locker room, he tried to re-energize his teammates, but it also didn't work.

In the second half of the Tottenham team, only Grandpa Mo was still fighting. The others, including loyal Kane, Han's first brother Son Heung-min, and rookie king Eriksen, were all in a mess, no longer energetic, and just wanted to end it as soon as possible. This torture.

Grandpa Mo stopped shouting. He was meticulous about offense and defense. If he couldn't lead others, he could still lead himself.

But he is only a backcourt player and a central defender. He is not his specialty on his own. Football is not basketball either. Only lone brave men remain.

His figure is so tragic.

Pochettino even made three substitutions but failed to change the team's confusion.

Manchester City scored three more goals in the second half. Da Smart scored twice. A shot from the B seat easily defeated Lloris. Jesus hit a heavy hammer in the counterattack and settled the score at 6:0.

No, in fact Manchester City scored four goals in the second half. Aguero, who replaced Zhuo Yang in the 81st minute, was whistled for offside.

Slow playback shows that this was actually a misjudgment.

But it doesn't matter.

Zhuoyang didn't score again in the second half until he was replaced.

He was sad to see his brother fighting alone on the field, and suddenly he didn't want to score goals.