Golden Greenery

After scoring the goal, Zhuo Yang ran away quickly and did not pull Tu Ye who was lying on the ground.

The Six Musketeers meet each other on the field without holding back, and even more adrenaline is aroused.

They are tit-for-tat and sympathetic to each other.

Zhuo Yang knew that Tu Ye would feel very uncomfortable at this moment, and it was not the time for him to show friendship. He probably wants to be quiet...

However, Zhuo Yang was wrong. Tu Ye didn't feel uncomfortable at this moment. He couldn't get up from lying down simply because he felt comfortable lying down.

He didn't want to be quiet, he wanted to rest.

Having figured out Zhuo Yang's plan of "fighting for blood", Master Tu knew that he would have a high probability of losing today. Having played football for more than 20 years, he knows himself very well.

With Tu Ye's open-mindedness, since he expected to lose, it would be extremely uncomfortable. At this moment, in my tired body, there is only appreciation and worship for brother Zhuoyang, as always.

Let me lie down for a while. I am exhausted. Let me lie down for a while and we will continue.

The little pig came over and pulled the butcher up from the ground without any sense of humor. It was so rough.

"The way you lie down is really ugly, you know, like a clamshell bastard."

"If you don't lie down, then you won't know how comfortable it is to lie down."

Xiaozhu patted Mr. Tu on his butt and said, "I'll do it. You sneak up to the front and find a way to hit him."

The butcher nodded: "Pig, you are a good pig."

Xiaozhu knew that Mr. Tu was not knocked down by Zhuo Yang, but fell down from exhaustion. In fact, he was also very tired, especially after Zhuo Yang often forced him to run with him, Xiaozhu would almost vomit blood from exhaustion.

He was fascinated by this feeling.

Playing against his brothers is the only thing that makes Xiaozhu happy in this football world. Being beaten by a brother, or beating a brother, is the most beautiful football.

Watching Mr. Tu slowly fall down, at that moment, Xiaozhu seemed to see Guo Nu flying into the sky.

Therefore, he replaced Tu Ye and replaced himself with the torture.

Slut, if you can, let me fly once, if you can, or I'll let you fly.

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Trailing 2:3, Uncle Zha knew that the day lily was going to be cold. But the game is not over yet, something has to be done.

Matip and Fabinho were used to replace Wijnaldum and Henderson, and Uncle Zha used up three substitutions.

Wijnaldum and Henderson did not run as fast as Xiaotu, but their decline was visible to the naked eye at this moment, and they also tried their best.

Replacing Cameroon center back Matip, Uncle Zha pushed Xiaozhu into the midfield. At critical moments, he had to rely on Pig and Tu, even though they were more tired.

Zhutu privately changed the person responsible for defending Zhuo Yang, and Uncle Zha had no objection. At this time, he had to trust his own son.

——Zhuoyang, Zhuoyang, you look like this, I'm afraid you can play for another ten years, no, there is no problem playing until you are fifty.

——Zhuo, you can use your career to send me away.

Even if he is passive, Uncle Zha will never lose his ambition in his heart, but the same cannot be said for the players under his command.

Just like Tottenham collapsed after Zhuo Yang scored the second goal in the second round, the Liverpool players waited until Zhuo Yang scored just now, and there were cracks in the brick wall in their hearts.

Tu Ye was face to face and was broken through by Zhuo Yang, which tilted the mental totem of the extremely tired Liverpool people.

In fact, a month ago, Liverpool almost collapsed under the accumulation of fatigue. They were defeated 3:0 by Barcelona and then tied with Newcastle, losing the hope of chasing the league championship.

However, Uncle Zha's psychological adjustment was very effective, and then Liverpool stopped the collapse, made an epic comeback against Barcelona, ​​and continued the good momentum to this day.

In the previous 2:2, if Zhuoyang scored both goals for Manchester City, the Liverpool people would not collapse, and he should score.

But it was Aguero who took action!

Zhuoyang didn't move and we all had such a hard time. Now that he defeated Tu Ye and scored a goal, how can we still fight?

The Liverpool people are not broken yet, but they no longer have the belief to fight to the death.

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"Little pig, you're here."

"You know, Mr. Tu looked like a bastard just now."

"Then you're still coming?"

"I want to see how you flip the lid."

Zhuoyang rolled his eyes at Xiaozhu: "I'm a slider."

Soon, Xiaozhu asked Zhuo Yang to flip the lid.

Akun passed the ball in the midfield, and Zhuoyang ran to respond. Xiaozhu screamed and shoveled the ball one second before he met the football, knocking Zhuoyang down from the side with the ball.

Zhuo Yang didn't expect him to be so decisive, or decisive. He fell so hard that snot bubbles came out of his nose.

In retaliation, a minute later, Zhuoyang knocked the little pig out of the air while fighting for the top position, and also made him fall backwards.

‘Beep——’ Foul, Skomina smiled and gave Zhuoyang a yellow card.

Zhuo Yang: "..." I thought we had a good relationship.

When Xiaozhu tackled Zhuo Yang, he was aiming for the ball, no problem.

But Zhuoyang carried the flying piggy and obviously couldn't hit the ball. Skomina's penalty was correct and fair.

This time, Zhuo Yang actually lost.

"Zhuoyang, you almost knocked me to death, you know."

"I'm sorry, I did it on purpose." Zhuo Yang said, "If I really wanted you to die, the grass on your grave would already be this high."

He gestured to Piggy's shoulders.

"Will you let me die?"

"Pig, I just want to get the last yellow card in Manchester City's last game, don't think too much."

"Was it your last goal for Manchester City?"

Zhuo Yang smiled: "No."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

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The Liverpool people, who were beginning to lose their energy, relaxed their pressure and only relied on Uncle Zha's roar from the sidelines.

Walker took the ball on the right, moved forward to avoid Ma's absent-minded counterattack, and then saw a wide open space in front of him.

Walker started the small motorcycle and rushed straight into the Liverpool half.

Zhuoyang and Xiaozhu sprinted down the middle side by side.

Zhuo Yang shouted: "Come on!"

The little pig didn't yell anything. He always barked a few times in the past.

The little pig felt like fire was spitting out of his throat, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all being roasted on the fire, maybe they were already cooked.

Although he did not fall behind, his legs became heavier and heavier.

Just thirty meters, but it seems to be 30,000 feet. The piglet keeps burning to keep up with Zhuoyang's speed.

Before Van Dijk arrived, Walker made a hard cross and the football drew a diagonal line in the low air.

Zhuoyang on the outside suddenly pulled out again, and Alisson also started to attack at the moment of passing the ball.

Xiaozhu opened his mouth and shouted, but no sound came out. All his strength was used to fly and shovel.

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It's not about tackling Zhuoyang, the goal is football.

However, he failed, and the football flew past two inches in front of his toes.

If it was an hour ago, Xiaozhu guarantees that he could do it, and he could do it half an hour ago. But at this moment, he was tired, so tired that he couldn't help himself.

In fact, Walker's pass was not very good. Not only was it half high, it was also a little forward, and the ball speed was quite fast.

Zhuoyang stretches outwards, extending his time to catch the ball, but also making the football line go further down. But it won't work otherwise, he needs to control the ball or shoot, and can't handle it with tackles like a piggy.

Zhuo Yang was betting that Xiaozhu couldn't tackle, and he was right.

The little pig gliding on the turf saw Zhuo Yang suddenly speeding up for the second time, and said in his heart: Fuck...

Then he closed his eyes and stopped looking at the flood.