Golden Greenery

"Team Zhuo is so awesome, don't you think so? Erba." A young man from Madibao's various echelons gathered around the court asked his companions. The boy who asked the question is 16 years old this year. He has red lips and white teeth and is handsome and sweet. He is the 'team star' of the U17 team.

"What you said is just nonsense. That's Captain Zhuo, Captain Zhuo! You, little rocket, are not worthy of carrying Captain Zhuo's shoes. No matter how good-looking you are, you are not worthy." Erwa rolled his eyes at him with an expression on his face. Pouting a big mouth.

Little Rocket was not annoyed, and still smiled: "Oh, I just joined U19, and my tone has become a lot louder, as if you are assigned to carry the shoes of Team Zhuo. That is the job of Boss Pengpeng. Big Eyes is very promising, He went to the B team this year, and I saw his eyes became more protruding. Right, Sanduo?" Little Rocket asked his companion on the other side.

The rough-skinned Sanduo ignored the two of them. He just looked firmly and clenched his fists and vowed: "One day, I will be like Boss Pengpeng and put the shoes on Captain Zhuo."

Not to mention the eyes of a group of Madibao teenagers looking at Zhuo Yang with reverence, even the children from the other echelons of Legia Warsaw, many of them regard Zhuo Yang as their idol. Poland has always been close to Germany and they all know the Bundesliga quite well.

Originally, Legia Warsaw did not take these echelon children with them when traveling, but the club was a thief and made it clear that anyone who wanted to come could come, as long as they paid for food and accommodation out of their own pockets. As a result, those who followed were children from fairly well-off middle-class and above families, and their own expenses could be a little lower for the team.

After taking the lead by one goal, Madiburg still suppressed Legia Warsaw at halftime with its technical skills. The Polish team basically followed the standard Eastern European style of play, with quick and concise moves. The Madiburg people who have seen a lot of the world have long since given up. I'm afraid of this kind of style of play, and even on the other hand, there is a hint of restraint.

Legia forward Kuharshik just received the pass with his back, and Rock Dras was forced to go around and intercept him. Kuharshik was so annoyed. This was the third time in a row that he was blocked. The ball was stolen.

Kuharshik is Legia's main forward and is quite capable. He originally thought that through this trip, a certain Bundesliga team would take notice of him, and he would rise to the top in one fell swoop, but he never expected that his recent state was really poor, not to mention not scoring a single goal in three games, and the head coach even made him look bad. Three grandchildren.

Kuharshik himself has a bad temper and a bit of a wild temper, but the entire Legia team has a bit of a middle-class temperament, and no one knows when they will collectively fall ill. At this moment, the ball was intercepted continuously, and Kuharshik became ill. He saw Dras, who had his back turned in front of him, about to throw the ball, and as soon as he got excited, he flew towards the lower belly and Achilles tendon of Rock's right leg.

If this happens, Dras may have to rest for a month or two.

As soon as Dras pushed the ball to Pompon Lewis, he saw his little partner looking behind him in horror and yelling: "Hide——!"

With many years of experience in the professional arena, the rock didn't feel good either. He didn't dare to hesitate and immediately jumped to the side and forward with his legs bent, like a happy rabbit. The general dodged this fierce shovel, and Rock was furious. He stepped forward and pushed Kuharshik, who had just stood up, with words in his mouth.

At this moment, Kuharshik also knew that he had gone too far, so he said nothing and walked away with a dark face. Even Pengpeng kept scolding him with "coward, coward" and didn't even reply. Hold yourself back.

Madiburg assistant coach Edwin Woolf, who was serving as the on-field referee, ran over and signaled Pengpeng to go away and stop being reluctant.

Originally, the matter ended here. A group of trouble-making people led by Zhuo Yang in Madibao ended the matter before they had time to explode. Today, Zhuo Yang only wanted to experience the new realm quickly and did not want to cause trouble. Didn't stand out. However, many things become out of control because of the coincidence of various small things.

Mr. Woolf, who is in his fifties, is an old man from Madiburg. He has served as an assistant coach in the original youth team for ten years. He started to assist Klopp as soon as he arrived, and later followed Uncle Zha to the first team. Woolf is very popular in Madiburg. Everyone likes this amiable little old man.

The new players are not used to living in the dormitory and have not found a suitable rental house yet, so they first stay at coach Woolf's house.

Wolfe has a German regional referee certificate, which is equivalent to China's national second level. He usually referees the team's training matches in Madiburg. Today's game is not a regular game. Not only is Woolf acting as the referee, but even the two linemen are also guest coaches from Madibao.

Precisely because this kind of game is informal, the players on the field are generally not very particular and have a lot less worries. If it were placed in the league, Kuharshik would never have shoveled someone rashly and received a red card. Players are not particular, referees are not very particular, and Woolf was not polite to Kuharshik.

He didn't get a red card, and he didn't do much to punish him in the teaching match, which also made his warm-up match watery.

"Boy, put your fucking mind on the game. If you have time, think about how to score goals better than anything else. If you don't want to play well, just get the fuck out of here."

These words somewhat stabbed Kuharshik in the lungs. He felt very uncomfortable. Looking at the rotten old man in front of him, Kuharshik finally failed to hold back his anger and stretched out his hand to push Wool. Coach Husband’s face. "Fuck you!"

Inadvertently and with a slip of his feet, Woolf was pushed out by Kuharshik and staggered, squatting on the ground.

Zepek, the nearest right back, rushed over on horseback and pushed Kuharshik out with a push from both hands. Even now, it can still be taken back, it is just in the pushing stage. But precisely because there were fewer worries, things gradually began to take shape.

Legia Warsaw forward Gagoszlo rushed over and jammed Zepek's neck with his hands, but David Luiz, who was rushing in with a meteor, opened his arm and pulled him to the ground with an elbow. Pengpeng's move was taught by his boss Zhuo.

Immediately afterwards, Pengpeng was staggered by a kick from Sadiku, and Sadiku was knocked out by two full punches from Zepek. At this time, players from both sides quickly gathered around, and it was only ten seconds before Coach Woolf was pushed in the face.

Just at this moment, a fierce man came out of Legia Warsaw.

Midfielder Baltchak has Cossack ancestry. This guy is very strong and has practiced classical wrestling for two years. When the two sides gathered around to form a melee, Baltchak first knocked down Grosso with a chest throw, and then knocked down Grosso. Handanovic rushed forward and locked his shoulders across the bridge and threw him to the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

The tall Musketeer Gomez took over the position in time. His fist hit Baltchak's thick-skinned face twice, and he was picked up by his opponent from the waist. In mid-air, Gomez took turns and punched Baltchak in the air, hitting Baltchak's head. It didn't even hurt, and he was thrown to the ground violently. Gomez was stunned immediately. .

Zhuo Yang rushed in from the outermost layer of the crowd. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.

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