Golden Greenery

\u003c"readability-styled" style=":inline;"\u003eMy sister Zhuo Qiu cooked several dishes, including a large plate of stir-fried eel segments. Of course, the portion should be large for one person, as it would look petty like in a restaurant.

Carl Rand came to Zhuoyang's small second floor and found that he was the only guest, and he did not see Gomez and Luis who had been hanging out here all day.

"Where are Troll and Pengpeng? They regard you as their own home." Rand asked Zhuoyang, handing over the red wine he brought.

"Push it away, drive it away, the appetite is too big..." Zhuo Yang said nonchalantly while looking for the year on the bottle.

Zhuo Yang specially asked Rand to come here today. For this reason, he blasted away the Musketeer and Peng Peng with a sullen face.

Zhuo Yang heard that Rand was crying on the bus that day. As a good friend, of course he had to care about Mad Dog. In the past few days, he was preparing for the UEFA Cup and Rand was resting. He didn't find a suitable opportunity, so he called Rand over today.

In fact, Zhuo Yang could more or less guess the reason why Rand was crying. After all, they had a good relationship after being together for two years, and they understood each other fairly well. Mad Dog's struggling performance in the Bundesliga was also noticed by Zhuoyang, but he did not take it seriously.

You work hard, I'll help you work harder, no big deal. Is football more important or friends?

Zhuo Yang knew that the reason why Rand was sad was because he couldn't keep up during the game, but he couldn't understand Rand's dedication to football and his deep friendship. After all, everyone has different ways of thinking about problems, and different people have different emphasis on the same problem.

Zhuo Yang doesn't know how to enlighten people at all, nor does he know how to comfort others, but he can eat and drink, and that's enough. Therefore, Zhuo Yang planned to have a good meal and drink with Rand. He thought that this was enough.

After pushing the cup to the cup, he wolfed down the stir-fried eel, which made Rand almost swallow his own tongue. However, Rand couldn't figure out what the ingredients looked like when they were alive, and Zhuo Yang wouldn't tell him even if he died.

The bottle of 1990 Houpeng Riesling Zhuoyang brought by Rand was not touched and was directly taken to the storage room for storage. Chocolate goes well with rainy days, and beer goes well with everything. After four or five empty bottles, Rand started talking.

"Alas -" a long sigh. Generally, this kind of interjection is used to open the introduction of the conversation, indicating that the subsequent topic will be more formal and not just nonsense.

"Zhuoyang, I'm so useless. I'm sorry for letting a Monchengladbach..."

"Fuck, what did you say? What do you mean I'm sorry? I'm not Borussia Monchengladbach's father..." Zhuoyang's logic was so strange that Rand was inexplicably surprised.

"..." Rand couldn't keep up with Zhuo Yang's jumping thoughts. "No..., I mean, you are suspended. As the captain..., I have lost three games in a row..."

"I said mad dog, eat my food and drink my food, are you going around the corner and scolding me?" Now Zhuo Yang was unwilling: "I'm sorry if you led the team and lost one game, then I lost two games before I became the captain." Field, I might as well die!"

"No, no, Zhuoyang, don't get me wrong." Rand panicked. Xiaozhu didn't even dare to talk to Zhuo Yang because Rand's rank was too low.

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean, Karl." Zhuoyang waved his hand and squeezed Xiaozhu and Second Brother into silence. It was a pleasure, but it was a bit unkind to play with an honest person like Rand like this. .

"Isn't it just that we lost a few games? Has the sky fallen? What a bullshit three consecutive losses. It's just three losses that happened to come together. Is it terrible to lose three consecutive games? We were in the youth team two years ago. At that time, the first team went to my grandma's house after losing consecutive games and lost all their pants. Then what? Has the sky fallen?"

"If you lose to them today, just fight back tomorrow. Even if you can't fight back tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow. Even if you never fight back, so what? You can't kill anyone."

“Football is not about life and death, nor is it higher than life and death.

Football is football, nothing more. "

"Winning or losing is important, but I think it's more important to have fun in the process of chasing victory or defeat. Just like me and Pig Scar butcher, just like me and you and Willy and Clark, and like People happily chase victory on the court, that is the most important thing." This is the true meaning of Zhuoyang football.

"Look, Carl. We are on the field. If I can't run, you run for me. If you can't shovel, I will shovel for you. Look, how interesting is this?" Interesting? This has the meaning of eggplant. However, the honest man Rand's thinking was completely distorted by Zhuo Yang.

It turned out that Zhuo Yang felt that playing football with me was very happy and interesting. Actually, this is not bad.

"Anyway, I think losing a few games is not a big deal. There are many more important things in my life than football, such as family, friends, and, oh, the piano."

Rand disagreed with Zhuoyang's words, but he couldn't refute it. You can't say that football is more important than family and friends, right? You are still not a human being! But in Rand's heart, football is indeed everything to him. What he thinks about all day long is how to play better in the game and how to complete training more effectively. Rand loved football so much that he was madly in love with it.

Zhuoyang's leaping words made Rand unable to find a chance to express his intention to transfer, and he even felt a little embarrassed to speak. But it's not okay if you don't say anything. Just leave without saying a word. This is very sorry for your friend.

"Zhuoyang, I want to ask you a question." Forget it, let's put the transfer aside for now. "Why did you recommend me to be the vice-captain?" Rand really wanted to understand why Zhuo Yang did this.

"We have a good relationship! If I don't recommend you, who can you recommend?"

"But... we all have a good relationship, and... Diamond has even joined the national team." Grosso had just been recruited into the new Italian national team by the old fox Lippi.

"What does this have to do with the national team? I was expelled from the national team..." When Zhuoyang said this, Rand's heart skipped a beat: Why the hell didn't I open any pot? Look at my bad mouth... …

"That's right, Karl." Zhuoyang Zheng'er said to Rand: "Except for me as the captain, the team has to have a way to choose the vice-captain. For example, Rock, Good Guy, European Champion, it is simply unreasonable not to let others take over. And the Greeks are really good. It depends on who in our team can become the world champion next year, otherwise we can’t beat the rocks." Zhuoyang really said it.

"Next, the vice-captain must have a direct descendant from our echelon, and preferably a native of Hanover. So, who else could it be if not you?"

"It's not right to say that, Zhuoyang. Willy is also a direct descendant. He and I were in the same youth team. He is also a native. His ancestors have been Hanoverians for eight generations, which is even more rural than mine. Moreover, Willy has always been the main force... ..." Right back Ackermann has been the most talented person among all the players since the youth team, second only to the Six Musketeers.

"You drink more than Willy! It's not like you don't know that he only drinks two drinks." Zhuo Yang had an expression of 'fuck, I don't even understand this'.

Rand was confused: Are these all reasons?

"Zhuoyang..., is that the reason?"

"Of course, what else could it be?"

Mad Dog Carl Rand is in complete disarray.

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