Golden Greenery

At the beginning, it was discovered that Sampaio blew the whistle, and Zhuoyang just wanted to hit him back with a goal.

But his biased whistle has become more and more stubborn, and has turned into a black whistle. He cannot simply 'do not suppress the evil', but must strike physically.

Of course, it was impossible for Zhuoyang to get up and beat Sampaio into a red-orange-red-blue grocery store. Not to mention the lack of technical content, it was not something he could do on the football field.

But Sampaio, who gave in, gradually became excited, and he understood that he and Zhuoyang were at odds. Being able to fight against the unique genius in football filled Sampaio with fighting spirit.

In the 27th minute, Zhuo Yang took the ball on the left side of the midfield, and Barrios and Ronaldo, who was retreating to defend, came up.

Zhuoyang did not pass the ball away, but moved inside, trying to escape from the pinch between the two.

Neither of these two were good at getting into trouble. They moved very quickly and followed up without stumbling. As a result, the three people fought.

The referee Sampaio was also attentive, observing from a suitable distance with his waist bent, and made up his mind to blow the whistle to disgust Zhuo Yang as soon as he saw any illegal actions on his hands.

——You bite me?

Zhuo Yang swung the ball to the left, leaned on Ronaldo with his shoulder and used the reaction force to bounce it back, and pulled the ball to avoid Barrios' extended foot. His breathing was flickering, and his whole body was like a top.

Sampaio is also constantly changing positions, sometimes passing through Ronaldo's armpits, sometimes avoiding Barrios's uphill pace, always keeping a close eye on Zhuo Yang.

His teammates rushed to respond, but this time Zhuo Yang made a mistake and seemed determined to compete with the two to win or lose, without passing the ball.

He lowered his shoulders to the left, luring both Barrios and Ronaldo to the inside. Zhuoyang dribbled the ball to the right, slowly and completely controlling the football, but he could not get rid of the defense of the two.

Referee Sampaio was as busy as ants on a hot pot surrounding the three of them, for fear of missing anything.

Barrios and Ronaldo blocked Zhuoyang's penalty area, and Sampaio was on the other side of him. This was obviously not a situation that Zhuoyang expected.

Wiping the ball closer, he tried to break through from the outside of Ronaldo into the penalty area, forcing Barrios to change his position and form a left-right attack with Ronaldo.

Then he pulled the ball back, moved laterally along the outside of the arc, and threw himself into the net towards Cuadrado.

The next second, Barrios, Ronaldo and Cuadrado surrounded Zhuoyang in a "pin" shape.

Referee Sampaio was anxious, and the three of them wrapped Zhuo Yang tightly like a revolving door, blocking him from seeing anything clearly.

So, Zhuoyang took the ball and circled the Colombian trio, and Sampaio loved the magic besides them.

The five of them were very busy, and the other twenty were awkwardly idle.

Zhuoyang is like the sun, the football is the prominence floating under his feet, and the Colombian Heroes are the three nearby planets rotating rapidly around.

Sampaio is like a comet that suddenly gets closer and closer, he is the busiest and the most irregular.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

Sampaio is a happy little elf. ‘Huyouyou’ turns clockwise, and ‘each branch’ turns counterclockwise.

In order to catch Zhuoyang's possible little moves at any time under siege, Sampaio was worried and walked very fast with his short legs.

Just looking at it now, Sampaio was probably a sewing machine in his previous life.

The remaining eighteen players and two linesmen were almost digging their feet into the ground in embarrassment.

Zhuoyang took the ball and his trio, slightly away from the top of the arc. Everyone else hurriedly stayed away from them, for fear of being misunderstood by others and not recognizing them.

Sampaio walked into the arc with small fox steps, his left leg bent and his right leg kicked, his hands spread out like two small wings on both sides of his body, half-crouched, stretched out his neck, and watched closely. Zhuo Yang kept flashing in the encirclement.

It's now!

Zhuo Yang finally waited.

Sampaio, who was peeking through the gap between Ronaldo and Cuadrado's crotches, suddenly noticed something flying from under Ronaldo's crotch.

Zhuoyang used his strength to hit the ball with his calf on the spot, hitting the football very brutally.

Sampaio didn't even have time to react in his mind, 'What is that?' before he was wedged in the face by the football in a very hysterical manner.

'Snapped--'!

Sampaio was instantly frozen.

It still looks like a cute little fox trotting with its hands spread out and its wings stretched out, its left leg bowed and its right leg pushed out, its neck stretched out and its head raised.

It seemed that an extremely vague phantom was knocked out of Sampaio's body by the football and quickly dissipated in the bright night sky of the New Water Source Stadium.

Was his soul blown away?

No one paid attention as the football collapsed. Under the gaze of everyone in the world, Sampaio, who pressed the pause button, froze in place for five seconds before falling down seemingly unwillingly.

The posture when he fell was very stiff. He still looked like a little fox trotting with his hands spread out and his wings bent, his left leg bent and his right leg kicked out, his neck stretched out and his head stretched out. It was like a human-shaped wooden board had fallen down.

"Ouch, oh, oh, oh, look at the fuss, why did you run to block my shot?"

Zhuoyang clasped his hands together as if he was sorry, but he just didn't move forward.

The referee was almost blown apart on the spot, and the game was forced to be suspended. Team doctors and medical teams from the Chinese and Colombian teams came to save people.

Sampaio was like a piece of wood, unresponsive.

Zhuo Yang has already gone to the sidelines to replenish water.

This is him, and it would be impossible for anyone else to do it.

While leading the trio in circles, carefully preventing the ball from being intercepted, at the same time, they have to observe Sampaio's movement and look for suitable opportunities. Even half-heartedness is not enough.

Especially if you are so half-hearted, you still want to accurately hit the face of a person seven or eight meters away with a football in relative motion, and let others try it?

What's more, the beating was so hard, it was atrocious to exert force.

Zhuo Yang drank water and rated his act of 'retaliation' 100 points.

As humans in two lifetimes, what they are best at is physical strikes.

Five minutes later, the ambulance drove into the field, and the still unconscious wooden man Wilton Sampaio was taken directly to the hospital with the lights flashing.

It is said that Sampaio’s first words after waking up in the hospital were: Is that the sun?

He thought he had been hit by the sun. In other words, it was cheated.

South America is a big family. The referee team assisting Sampaio in this game includes two Brazilian linesmen and Paraguayan fourth official Arnaldo Samaniego.

The 40-year-old Samaniego is a senior fourth official, but not a senior referee. In fact, his experience in refereeing is very shallow. At this moment, he was suddenly pushed to the front desk of law enforcement. His level of confusion was actually similar to Sampaio's.

"Mr. Zhuo... Zhuoyang, you...I..."

"Don't be nervous." The gentleness from the big man comforted Samaniego. "May I have your name?"

"Samaniego, Arnaldo Samaniego."

"Very good." Zhuoyang nodded: "Look, we have a good start. Arnaldo, you will enforce the law fairly, right?"

"...Of course, Mr. Zhuoyang."

"Arnaldo, Mr. Sampaio was an accident just now. Do you agree?"

"It is indeed an accident, Mr. Zhuo Yang."

"He blocked my shot, which was unlucky."

"Yes, he was unlucky."

"No, no, I mean, without his blocking, the ball just now should have gone in."

Samaniego: "..."