Golden Greenery

What followed was Klopp's most elaborate strategizing.

"Ricciardo, your position will change, you go here." Klopp looked at Montolivo, the pen in his hand pointed to the right midfielder position on the explanatory map.

"Frank, you too, retreat to the left forward position." Klopp looked at Scar again.

"Now is the most important change. Zhuo and Bastian, you retreat together and stand on both sides of Nigel. Zhuo is on the right and Bastian is on the left. You three, give me control of the court."

This is what Klopp has deliberately tossed out. Zhuoyang no longer plays on the right and goes to the center. Xiaozhu is no longer the front midfielder or the nine and a half, and retreats to the center midfielder.

Zhuoyang, Xiaozhu, Montolivo, and Scar are all rare all-rounders. Master Scar is extremely fast, and there is no problem at all with side attacks, and his excellent inside cutting technique ensures that he can attack the middle at any time. And the other three are even more incredible, with a balanced left and right foot, and they can hit almost all positions in the frontcourt. Montolivo and Piggy have played as full-backs, front midfielders and defensive midfielders, and they have played very well, so Klopp has nothing to worry about.

As for Zhuoyang, in fact, he only played as a right midfielder. But Klopp doesn't know why he thinks that Zhuoyang in the new position will definitely have no problem playing, and Zhuoyang also thinks that he has absolutely no problem, so confident that he is unreasonable.

Is genius beyond the comprehension of mortals?

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Finally finished speaking, the morning glow in the west reflected the sky red. The design is beautiful, how is the effect, I have to go to the training ground and try it on the competition field.

Bantam Hassler greeted: "How about the two team officers and everyone? Let's have a drink together?"

Zhuoyang and the others glanced at each other: "I'm sorry, Thomas, we have to practice more, let's do it another day."

Dwarf Tiger was stunned.

Seeing the backs of Zhuoyang and the six of them running towards the training ground, Hasler was silent for a long time.

On the way to the parking lot, it took a long time for Hassler to speak to Kalitzakis and said, "Guinness, maybe, this year we don't need to lose our reputation."

"It's possible for you to say, these little guys are really working hard." Kalitzakis nodded slightly.

"It's great to be young, there are so many possibilities." Stubernall also interjected, with some embarrassment in his words.

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When Brother Zhuoyang came to the training ground, he saw three people running laps on the track from afar. They were Willie Ackerman, Carl Rand, and Clark Edmund, and the other three members of the additional training team. Seeing Zhuoyang and the others coming, the three of them stopped.

The two groups of people smiled knowingly at each other, and immediately, the six people who were late joined the ranks of running circles.

"We thought you would enter the first team and you would never stay for extra training from now on."

"No, it's not enough. I'm going to challenge the men of Bayern Munich in the future, which is not enough."

"I said, Zhuo, I'm really jealous of you. You have only been in the youth team for a few months, and I have been in the youth team for three years..."

"Carl, don't lose heart, with Mr. Klopp, everything is possible."

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As the footsteps ran away, the voices of several people gradually became smaller and smaller, and gradually they could not hear clearly.

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After training, a group of people go to the collective shower first. The energetic boys chattered while foaming, and after a while they competed on who could urinate farther, and finally they simply compared the length of the indescribable parts with each other. The seemingly thin Montolivo won the championship with a slight advantage. The Chinese Zhuo Yang ranked second, and Xiaozhu’s tragic caisson was at the bottom. The rich second generation was full of depression, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Small and tricky...". Several good friends quickly comforted him,

Hummingbirds are birds too.

Zhuoyang nicknamed Montolivo - "Second Brother"! And explained to everyone the meaning of the word "second child" in Chinese. Since then, "Second Brother" has become synonymous with Montolivo, and finally resounded throughout the world of football. However, no one knew the real meaning in it, except the group of people who had left high-level tastes on the peninsula that day.

After changing clothes, a group of people walked towards the parking lot talking and laughing. Along the way, Piglet told Ackerman and the three of them about the ghost encounter last night, like a stand-up comic, which made everyone stop Laugh out loud.

As soon as he got out of the gate, he saw an off-road vehicle in the parking lot with its bright lights on, making the parking lot as bright as daytime. A tall, fat man stood upright in the brightest place of the entrance.

"Hey, you brats, come here to me the fuck." The tall, fat man shouted in a rough voice.

Black thick windbreaker, big back hair, brown trousers, shiny black leather shoes, and a tall, wide body. The visitors were full of the visual sense of "The Godfather", and a very powerful aura.

It's just that the cheekbone on the left cheek is black and blue, and the Band-Aid on the right brow bone somewhat affects the image of the godfather.

"You little bastards, get out of here!" Gao Fat Godfather yelled.

"Hey, fat man, be careful what you say!" Zhuoyang put his hands in his pockets, his feet were uneven, his head was tilted, and he looked like a bad boy.

"Wait a minute... why do I think this fat man looks familiar?" Little Pig found some clues. "Hey..., isn't this the ghost who deserved a beating last night?"

"Puff~", several people couldn't hold back their laughter, first they pursed their lips in embarrassment, and then they had to cover their mouths with their hands. Finally, Scar Ribery couldn't hold back anymore.

"Ah~hahaha——, Dou is this fat man, hahahaha——"

At this time, everyone couldn't hold back anymore. "Ha ha ha ha……"

"I said fat man, what were you doing last night? Hahahaha..."

"I'm sorry, fat man, let me laugh for a while, hahahahaha..., it's quite hard to beat..., hahahahaha."

"Ahahahaha, oops, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts..." Everyone laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten up, and almost rolled on the ground in joy.

The fat godfather's black hair was disheveled in the wind.

"Enough!" Fatty Godfather's cheeks trembled. "You six, Frank, I'll be waiting for you in your restaurant. Go right away, or, huh—"

The godfather turned around and drove away in a huge off-road vehicle. Leaving a few people looking at each other with smog on their heads.

"Scar, do you know him?"

"I don't know him! Who knows what kind of ghost he is."

"Hey, do you think he has a Chicago typewriter in his windbreaker? Like in the movie, chug, chug, chug..."

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right? I think there are at most two Desert Eagles..."