Golden Greenery

D'Alessandro, who had almost regained some of his sanity, immediately became angry again when he heard the people from Madiburg laughing at him.

My small body? Diego is five centimeters shorter than me. Have I never seen the world? Old man Diego treated me to a barbecue, how could I have never seen the world? Well, since you think Zhuoyang is powerful, then I will let you see who is the real strong one. You know nothing about my power at all.

At halftime, I finally made myself a bowl of chicken soup, but Mad Dog Rand sprinkled a handful of mustard on me. D'Alessandro was even more aggressive than he was in the first half.

He was still hit by Khedira, and Rand suddenly forced his opponent to steal the ball away. D'Alessandro didn't even think about passing the ball. He spread out to prepare for the response, leaving his teammates so idle that it hurt. Brother Big Tou is so angry: Are you just watching from the side? Can you focus a little more!

No matter how stupid he was, he figured it out now. He knew that the person guarding him in this game was not Zhuoyang, but the unknown No. 8 who always appeared suddenly from time to time. Mad Dog Rand's defensive style is like this. His individual defensive ability is actually very average, and his technical and physical awareness are mediocre. But Rand's biggest characteristic, besides his risking his life, is that he can appear on both ends of the court to intercept opponents almost at the same time. One second he was blocking Hristov on the left, and the next second he suddenly appeared in front of Klimovich on the right. With Rand on the court, Madiburg's midfield always seems to have several more people.

Hawking can't even explain it!

Naturally, D'Alessandro couldn't understand this supernatural 'Rand phenomenon', but as a famous star who never went to school, he didn't need to delve into natural things. Datou figured something out. If he wants to defeat Zhuo Yang, he must first kill the second-pole No. 8.

Of course Khedira didn't know what D'Alessandro was thinking, otherwise the tall German boy would have curled his lips and said: If you want to kill the team deputy brother, you can deal with me first.

Khedira is a talented guy, and his potential is not inferior to that of the departing Five Musketeers. In addition to the awareness and experience that still need time to accumulate, he already lacks nothing. ‘Only watch the ball, not the people’, Khedira kept in mind the secrets taught to him by Boss Zhuo, and became less and less interested in D’Alessandro’s influence.

Therefore, D'Alessandro felt very sad and angry: Zhuoyang, you coward, you actually let others fight me.

Fifty-five minutes into the second half, D'Alessandro dribbled the ball all the way. Khedira followed closely but could not find a chance to make a move. Passing, controlling and shooting are the first four skills that can almost get full marks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw compatriot Klimovich cutting high from the wing. What a great opportunity! Just when he was about to give a mid-range divine pass, Datou saw Zhuo Yangka directly in front of him.

Well come! D'Alessandro screamed in his heart, and immediately forgot all about Klimovich, who was staring at him in the open space. But before he could shake the Khedira attached to his body, Zhuo Yang strode back and retreated for a full seven or eight meters. In front of him was the red-eyed Madibao No. 8 teleporting towards him. .

Mad Dog Rand smiled sinisterly: "You are mine." The team vice-president was full of confidence today.

In D'Alessandro's opinion, the coward Zhuo Yang was once again running away from the battle. In his grief and anger, Datou didn't notice Zhuoyang's current position at all. He happened to be stuck between him and Klimovich, and the defensive space in Madibao's ribs disappeared instantly.

One was shameless and the other was desperate for his life. Khedira and Rand almost exhausted the already tired D'Alessandro to death. It was a cross flower arrangement, a pendulum and a bicycle. Datou, who was not in good condition, just threw the ball away by himself, accidentally hit the heel of his left foot and rolled to Rand.

Others couldn't tell that D'Alessandro was tired, and they thought he was frightened by the mad dog.

Rand twisted his butt and turned around, turning around and pushing the ball to Zhuoyang without even stopping. Mad Dog is always like this. Even if Zhuo Yang is sitting on the bench, he will probably kick it as soon as he gets the ball.

Zhuoyang didn't even adjust his steps. He met the ball with a long pass from the inside front of his left foot, a standard counterattack process. Grenadier Hamsik ran upfield and unloaded the football with his instep,

Right in front of him, the Slovak boy's skills were extraordinary. He changed direction outside and passed Argentinian defender Facundo Quiroga, who came on the field in the second half. Facing Hovland's attack, he took the lead and stabbed the Musketeer Gomez who ran out of space.

Gomez is not a stupid big guy who can only shoot. On the contrary, he has a very high football IQ. He dunked left and right, glancing at the top corner of the goal from time to time. After attracting everyone's attention, including goalkeeper Yanqi, he passed the ball to the Cobra coming up from the far end, and Illie pushed the ball into the net.

Wolfsburg coach Gretz immediately threw the bottle off the court, and then called on Bosnian Hlgovic to warm up. No matter how much Graetz accommodated D'Alessandro, he was not his biological father. He fell behind the newly promoted team by 0:4, which made Eric Graetz, who was the meritorious captain of the Belgian national team when he was young, intolerable.

Seeing the electronic sign indicating substitutions on the sidelines, D'Alessandro was neither shocked nor surprised. Firstly, he really couldn't run anymore. Secondly, he also knew that he was the culprit today, but it was hard to admit it in his heart. Four mistakes resulted in four conceding goals. This is not the key point for D'Alessandro. Zhuoyang did not dare to fight him in the whole game. This is the most important thing.

When walking to the sidelines, Zhuo Yang happened to be standing halfway with his arms akimbo. This time the Chinese did not hide or escape. In fact, Zhuoyang didn't even look at D'Alessandro.

"Chinese, I didn't expect you to be so cowardly!" Datou hated iron.

Zhuo Yang was stunned when he heard this: Where did he start talking about this? Is this guy talking to me? He quickly looked around - was there anyone else?

"Are you really willing to lose to me?" D'Alessandro looked contemptuous.

Zhuoyang was confused. For a moment, he thought that his team's big lead was his illusion, so he quickly looked at the large screen outside the court: That's right, it's our Fort Madi 4:o! Am I in the same time and space as this guy?

"I hope you will always remember today's failure." D'Alessandro stood proudly.

Zhuo Yang was shocked: "Are you crazy?" He pointed at the large display screen.

D'Alessandro didn't look at the score at all, snorted softly in his nose, and walked off the court with his head held high, like a proud Pampas goat, no longer paying attention to the poor loser.

Zhuo Yang grabbed the Wolfsburg player who looked familiar and lowered his head as he passed by him: "Hey, I said, you guys are sick and you need to get treatment as soon as possible."

Hristov waved his hand hurriedly: "Don't ask me, don't ask me, I don't know him."

D'Alessandro walked back to the bench and complained to head coach Gretz: "Sir, our players are too unfocused on the court. They are always absent-minded and can't run in place."

Fortunately, there are fixed row seats on the Victor Stadium bench. If the bench was used, Gretz would have to pick it up and hit him.

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