Golden Greenery

Liverpool equalized the score 2:2, but uncle Klopp frowned on the sidelines.

The game was over sixty minutes old, and if he couldn't see clearly Guardiola's 'conspiracy', he would be a fool.

Manchester City's intention for today's battle is to compete with Liverpool for physical strength and exhaustion. Bibi saw who has sufficient reserves of ammunition in the last game of the season.

In terms of tactical thinking, Lao Gua and Uncle Zha know each other better than their respective wives, and there are no secrets.

Pass and control versus run and gun, high press versus high press.

In terms of high-pressing, Liverpool is stronger, while Manchester City has a slight advantage in possession.

Overall, the tactical level is a mixed bag.

Therefore, Lao Gua added some rough work today to make Manchester City and Liverpool fight for their lives.

Uncle Zha was not afraid of rough work at all. He was just a rough man and welcomed all the roughness from his opponents. Ke Mang~

But now is not the time. After a season of intense consumption, Uncle Zha knows that his team is at the end of its strength.

Liverpool's staffing is slightly better than Tottenham's, but it is not that strong. At least seven people in the starting lineup cannot be replaced, otherwise the quality and strength will decline.

In fact, most teams are like this, but they don't have as long a front as Liverpool, and they don't fight as hard as Liverpool.

Having clung to Manchester City for a whole season, Liverpool could not relax for a moment. Unable to get enough rest due to injuries, and unable to rotate due to fatigue, Uncle Zha was living in fear these days.

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Looking back at Manchester City, Guardiola's life should not be too unrestrained, especially in the second half of the season, he can field three different starting lineups, and even Zhuo Yang can rotate and rest.

It's too ungrateful to have martial ethics.

Both sides fought very hard in this game. At more than 60 minutes, Uncle Zha could see that Mane, who is known for his physical fitness, had slowed down a lot.

Salah, Arnold, Henderson, Doom, Robertson and others are not as active as in the first half. Not to mention Firmino who ended up injured. Uncle Zha knew that the main reason was because he was tired.

However, this group of rabbits from Manchester City did not show any signs of fatigue. They all had a long breath and even played with their legs high from time to time.

In the battle of blood tanks, Liverpool does not have an advantage.

In fact, Uncle Zha had predicted it before the game, but it was just that Lao Gua was scheming and he had no good way to deal with it. He could only leave the situation to luck.

It seemed that he was pretty lucky. Origi came on the field and equalized the score by some mistake. But Uncle Zha knows very well that Manchester City has not exerted its strength yet because Zhuo Yang has not scored yet.

He looked at Zhuo Yang and also at Tu Ye, who had turned red-faced.

Liverpool are generally young, but Xiaozhu and Tuye are the two oldest people in the team, but they are also the two people that Uncle Zha relies on the most this season. They just want to die.

Tu Ye, in particular, has the impression of being a physical maniac in football, which is enough for people to ignore his age.

Xiaotu, Xiaozhu, you must keep an eye on Zhuoyang. Uncle Zha, I thank you for eight generations of ancestors.

The butcher couldn't hear Uncle Zha's inner voice. He was panting so much that his stomach hurt.

Tu Ye is no longer Xiao Tu. Even though his physical fitness is still outstanding, it cannot be compared to what it was ten years ago.

This season, in order to fully compete with Manchester City, Uncle Zha used Tu Ye very solidly. He doesn't complain at all, but the consumption throughout the year is true.

Where's that bitch Zhuoyang? He scored goals one after another and scored hat tricks one after another, making people forget that he was once a physical fiend, even worse than Tu Ye.

But this guy has been lazy in most of the games this season. After he comes on the court, he can sneak up and take a walk.

Are you here to stay healthy?

In this game, Zhuo Yang's personal health tank was full, with 50% for Tuye and 50% for Xiaozhu. In normal games, their tank values ​​were enough to cope with it, but after being deliberately targeted by Zhuo Yang today, it was hard to tell.

At the beginning, when he saw that conventional methods could not defeat Mr. Tu, Zhuo Yang took out the 'ancient' dog walking method from his preparation.

When he first debuted in the Bundesliga, because he was often closely defended, Zhuoyang, who had few options, relied on his excellent physical fitness to walk the dog and wait until the opponent was almost done before recuperating.

It's just that he didn't use it much later. The more he knew, the more methods he could use, and he no longer needed to use this stupid method.

Unexpectedly, Master Tu forced him to use Zhuo Yang's old trick today.

No matter whether the technique is new or old, it just works.

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During the chase, the football went out of the sideline. Mr. Tu took the opportunity to bend down and rest, his calf muscles twitching violently.

Why the hell did you throw the ball over so quickly!

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Mr. Tu wished he could spit in the face of the caddy outside the court.

Alas, the saliva is sticky...

Holding his breath, Tu Ye continued to play cat and mouse with Zhuo Yang.

"Master Tu, can you still stand it?" Zhuo Yang asked him.

"You... worry... yourself." Mr. Tu clenched his cheeks angrily.

Xiaozhu looked at Lao Tu with distress: I don’t know if I can withstand it...

In the 75th minute, Manchester City, who were full of physical strength, already had the advantage on the court, and Liverpool relied on their strong will and quality to remain unbroken.

Zhuoyang kept catching and passing the ball at the front.

In fact, he was also tired. He hadn't fought such a high-consuming battle for a long time. Mr. Tu was not fake.

But Zhuoyang's tiredness was within an adjustable range and did not affect him at all from doing whatever he wanted to do.

The butcher used all his strength to tighten his muscles, otherwise the meat would loosen.

Zhuo Yang kept catching the ball and he couldn't relax for a moment.

Jing Duogan passed the ball diagonally, Zhuo Yang didn't wait for Tu Ye to lean back, used the outside instep of his left foot to lift it outward, and then turned around.

Zhuo Yang took small steps to dribble the ball towards the penalty area. Tu Ye waved his arms and never left. Manchester City teammates pulled away from all sides.

Xiao Sui Bu's touch frequency was very high, so Tu Ye could not make a shovel rashly, and could only use physical combat to find a way to drive Zhuoyang to the outside.

The small steps were also mixed with rhythm changes, and the speed suddenly increased and decreased, which made Tu Ye, who was following closely, almost fall apart, and his balls were so nervous that he shrank in.

‘Hang Chi~Hang Chi’, the rough Tu Ye said in his heart: I can still make it, I can still do it.

Uncle Zha Yaozhu: Xiaotu, you can definitely do it.

Zhuo Yang braked suddenly, with his foot on the football, hovering in place like a dragonfly.

Tu Ye couldn't grasp it, and his physical fatigue prevented him from making an emergency stop.

When he finally regained his focus from the right side, Zhuo Yang went to the left again. Even the wiping and twisting are so smooth.

Tu Ye's body can't change. If it was before, he didn't have a lake, but now his muscles don't work.

Faced with Zhuo Yang's ingenious changes, Tu Ye knew that something bad was going to happen, but his body did not obey the command and forced himself to adjust while stiff.

However, things backfired and he could no longer shift his focus to the front.

The butcher couldn't control himself and fell on his back like a piece of broken sack.

He wanted to get up immediately, but the fall was so solid that Mr. Tu almost lost his breath.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang shot, a powerful shot in the penalty area, which seemed so unstoppable.

Alisson is a fool, too close for him to react effectively.

The football roared into the net.

The butcher lay on the ground and lamented in his heart: This bitch...