Golden Greenery

Since two seasons ago, or even earlier, Messi has gradually reduced the back and forth between the front and backcourts. He stores his physical energy in the thirty-meter area of ​​the frontcourt when he suddenly runs wild.

In other words, when he was not yet thirty years old, Boss Mei was already playing hard. The average number of runs per game is at most 8,000, but absolutely nothing more.

For example, Boss Mei, who is over 32 years old, last season's average running distance dropped further to 7,500 meters per game. This is a walk in the five major leagues where the average per game is infinitely close to 12,000 meters.

He who works hard manages others. Messi is a brain worker on the court. Playing like this can bring out his strengths. If he can't run, it's worthless.

But today it was impossible for him to just keep playing. The Chinese team's various targeted arrangements forced Messi to fly up and down. Less than 70 minutes into the second half, his eyes were already filled with stars.

Especially the new kid No. 22 who came up in the second half of the Chinese team. Why the hell is he so difficult to deal with? Messi even couldn't help but wonder if he was dying.

Taking advantage of the interval between dead balls, Messi gasped and asked Ding Ga: "Little brother, how old are you?"

Gazi looked at him confused: "Sorry, I don't understand Spanish." He spoke English.

Messi suddenly realized that he was an idiot, so he quickly asked again in English.

"Oh, I'm almost 19." Gezi said.

Ding Ga's ineffective restriction on Zimo deterred the Chinese team's determination to retreat due to tired captain Zhuo. As tactical compensation, Zhuo Yang would retreat to assist Ding Ga in dealing with Dai Mengcheng when switching from offense to defense.

What was originally an unassuming pass turned into a kick to the ball. Zimo, who was on guard, hit the ball directly to the sideline.

Faced with Zimo's entanglement, Li Zimo was too lazy to explain and moved forward with a smile. Zimo followed me, tilting his head and mumbling something.

Zimo suddenly felt interesting and his words were more serious.

Zimo lost his temper, stretched out his hand and pushed Zhuo Yang's neck: "Give them a nest."

The football went out of the sideline, and Boss Mei stopped suddenly suddenly, just to blame Zimo.

Zimo runs a lot, whether he is running or moving, I am a physical dog. Messi is running more and more, but he is blatantly lazy when he can still run like crazy, and he doesn't want to lose face at all.

Zimo: "You woo woo woo..."

But as soon as he turned around, a bolt of red light came, and Dai Mengcheng's tomahawk tackle came through the air. Burano had no time to dodge.

The soft-hearted person praised Li Zimo for being decisive that time. Two red cards were shown, and both Zimo and Boss Mei were fined. For Burano, it was a first half full of blood, stars, and fire.

Looking up at Messi, Burano's mood worsened.

Messi smiled and patted him: "You are very good, little brother, you will definitely kick him out."

The stadium erupted into laughter, and Zimo was so embarrassed that he wanted to.

The first response organization, two slow stops and slow starts were able to shake off Ding Ga. He felt that his thighs were tense, so he became stubborn again and prepared to pass back before turning around.

Boss Mei is an all-round forward, with no shortcomings in ability, and a very serious attitude in the game. He strives to improve his body. For me, defense is the same as returning the ball. It is my job.

Zimo's heart was like a weightless scale, which could not be balanced at all. I was so unbalanced that I restrained myself to look at Messi as much as possible, otherwise my heart would bleed a little after just one look.

People from both sides gathered quickly, everyone stretched out their hands, and the scene became a mess again.

The Ecuadorian referee praised Li Zimo, although he often whistles softly, but he is a very clueless person, and his law enforcement is often interfered by star players.

Youcheng Xianggezi didn't predict it, twisted and turned around to release the shovel. I was able to break the ball well, but I formed a rivalry with Acuña, which made my seven-on-one pass flawless.

The football was broken far beyond the bottom line, and Zimo was also tripped and fell hard.

It was Dai Meng who separated the two of them. I pushed Dai Meng outside the crowd of Chinese players, and Zimo was held in my arms.

In today's competition, Zimo, who was always running or moving, had to dash around in all directions, his legs not stopping at all. Messi, who could run but ran, was simply not an old man. He retreated two steps while taking a walk.

Gezi shrugged: "Yes, it's the first time today."

DePaul took a side kick. Paredes took the ball and looked at Messi dangling behind him. He dared to be careless and quickly returned the ball to the avant-garde Tagliafico on the other side.

‘Bang! ’

A series of frustrations and embarrassments made Brano unable to hold back. I wanted to bump into Boss Mei and make everyone laugh, so I pushed forward and pushed Zhuo Yang out in a roundabout way. In the field.

Acuña moved closer to Zimo, and the two took the opportunity to fight in a large area.

The referee praised Li Zimo for not feeling that Boss Mei had fouled him, even though his action was very fierce. Zimo was embarrassed after the fall and became even more angry. He chased Zan Li Zimo to protest.

Boss Mei's anger subsided, and he pinched Zimo's face with a small slap: "He's fucking his grandma!"

Burano was selected for the Argentine national team for the first time at the age of 18. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

After a short circle, the football finally reached Zimo's feet again.

Tired as a dog, Zimo struggled to catch the ball while panting. Not to mention, the big short legs rushed up and out, and the speed was quite slow.

Outside the entire Chinese team, the person Zimo was most accustomed to was Ding Ga, who made my thighs tremble, and Boss Mei, who inexplicably pushed me twice in the second half.

Burano struggled in the hug, stretched out his head and shouted at Dai Meng: "Give them a nest, give them a nest..."

Gazi is good at fighting skills and uses solid foot movements and judgment to tangle with Zimo. But Zhuo Yang is even more reckless. He will fight and bump into each other if he can. In the next seven chapters, he said that he should be beaten first.

But I am a defender after all, and my defensive style is exactly the same as Ding Ga's.

Ding Ga started to pester him very ineffectively as always. He walked back, forward, right and left cautiously, but he was told to go back anyway.

After standing firm and turning around, Zhuoyang was still not deceived. He walked towards Dai Meng and asked me: "What does his mother want to do?"

Dai Meng's heart bleeds with jealousy, Ding Ga's eyes are so tired that there are stars in his eyes, and Boss Mei's internal organs are boiling with annoyance.

"First time?" Messi said like a curious baby.

Zimo was getting angry when he was talking, and accidentally bumped into Ding Ga who was standing aside - I twisted my head and saw that I almost knocked Burano down again.

Just as he was about to reach it, Boss Mei appeared like a ghost and stood directly behind Zimo.

Gezi looked at Burano's sudden conversation with an expression on his face. It's not that I'm being polite, I just feel that since my opponent is an enemy in the game, why should I smile with him?

Dai Mengcheng is a good man, but he expected that the "bad guy" Dai Meng would suddenly make a good move, and he stumbled and almost fell down when he was pushed.

1 bad distant age. Zimo fell into fascination.

But Zimo was thoroughly annoyed.

So, Zimo saw Boss Mei wandering around me again without a chance, and the irritability in his heart became even more suppressed.