Golden Greenery

‘Boom! ’

The football was wedged against Mad Dog Rand's lower abdominal dantian. He immediately felt a sharp pain and couldn't continue breathing, so he held his breath. But how can our mad dog care about this? Rand is always ready to trade his life for his life when he steps on the court.

Suffering from the impact of the football, Rand was stunned in mid-air, but he endured the severe pain and instead stretched his chest, abdomen and limbs, spreading his wings and soaring like a hero. As he bounced the football and knocked it away, Rand caught sight of Paulson who was stunned.

The style of play at Paulson Stadium was dirty and tough, but he had never seen Rand so desperate, flying straight up with his eyes wide open and risking his life with the football. The footballs colliding in the two cars were deformed. This guy's soft belly was as if it wasn't his. He didn't even react at all. Instead, he bared his teeth and claws to make people feel that he was very happy.

Paulson was frightened by Rand's death-defying act. He froze on the spot and stared blankly at Carl Rand in mid-air in front of him with his mouth wide open.

Seeing Paulson stunned in front of him, Rand suddenly had a flash of inspiration: A good opportunity is now!

Taking advantage of the reaction force of the football's impact, Rand leaned his upper body backwards, and the inertia from the high-speed speed brought him closer to Paulson. By the time Rand was tilted at a forty-five-degree angle in the air, he had just entered the attack range.

Rand kicked his feet down: Fuck you!

Ignoring football, this scene goes like this - Rand takes a five-meter run, soars four meters with his chest raised in the air, and then kicks Paulson, who is standing stupidly like a wooden stake, with one foot on his face and chest. Only feet.

Foshan Shadowless Foot's Mad Dog Rand!

‘Gah——! ’ With a strange cry, Paulson was kicked out and then fell to the ground thrashing.

‘Bang! ! ’ At this moment, Rand fell straight to the ground, still holding his breath and unable to breathe.

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\u003ccenter\u003e\u003c/center\u003eWhen the teammates on both sides gathered around like crazy, Paulson was still twitching on the ground, and Rand was still unable to breathe with his mouth wide open. First he was hit by the football, and then he fell flatly to the ground. Rand was a hero.

Seeing that the Schalke people were trying to cause trouble for Rand, Zhuoyang's eyes turned red and he shouted angrily: "Get out of here!!" He rushed in and quickly observed Rand's situation.

Because of his background in kung fu, Zhuo Yang knew that the severe blow to the abdomen caused spasm of the chest diaphragm or lungs, causing him to be temporarily unable to breathe. However, this symptom can be mild or severe. In mild cases, it will recover on its own after more than ten seconds. In severe cases, it will cause fainting due to lack of oxygen, and even worse, it will cause organ damage.

He hurriedly held up Rand's back with one hand, and started massaging the acupoints on his abdomen with the other hand. Ten seconds later, "Click~~~~~", accompanied by a strange gasping sound, Rand said Zhuoyang breathed a sigh of relief after regaining his spontaneous breathing and began to pant heavily. Within a minute of the show, he was already sweating.

Paulson was still twitching on the ground.

After he breathed a little more, Rand lay in Zhuo Yang's arms and said affectionately: "Zhuo Yang, if it weren't for you, I would have been suffocated to death..."

Zhuo Yang's eyes were red: "Man, if you are not so desperate, how can you compete with the cannonball..."

Paulson was still twitching on the ground.

"Zhuoyang, do you think that bitch is dead?" Rand was worried about Paulson.

"..." Only then did Zhuo Yang understand that the mad dog was coming for Paulson this time. After running through some clues in the past few days in his mind, he immediately knew all of Rand's plans.

"No need, Mad Dog. Taking care of him is what I'm good at. I don't have to risk my life for you. He's not worth it."

Paulson was still twitching on the ground.

When Zhuoyang and Zhirkov helped Rand stand up and began to slowly walk on the ground, Paulson finally stopped twitching, but he still had his eyes wide open in confusion, with six eye-catching shoe spikes on his face. mark.

"How's it going? Does it still hurt?" Zhuoyang asked Rand.

"It hurts. It seems like my intestines hurt. It hurts so much that it makes me want to poop..." Rand answered with a frown.

"Mad dog, mad dog, don't be so desperate again, go down and check quickly, don't dare to find the root of the disease." Zhuo Yang tried hard to enlighten Rand. "In the future, you must discuss this kind of matter with me in advance. If I want to destroy him, he won't even get a yellow card. You..., the price is a bit high, and you even hurt yourself." No matter how you look at it, you can't escape this red card. Dropped, that is to say, the referee was too busy watching Paulson to stop dying and had no time to come over.

However, Rand had been thinking about how to kill Paulson for Zhuo Yang from beginning to end, but he forgot the most basic common sense.

"It's okay, Zhuoyang. I'll trade with that idiot for one, it's worth it!" Rand meant, Paulson is the core general of Schalke 04, and he and I both ended up. It was obviously Madiburg who took advantage.

"Exchange for what? Crazy dog." Zhuo Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "They are just exchange, you are being punished, who will you exchange with?"

Rand froze as if he had been stabbed, and the twisted look on his face was wonderful. After a long while: "...Zhuoyang,...I harmed our team...I'm an idiot...What can I do..." He even wanted to die.

"Let's go, let's go. Remember to discuss this kind of thing with me in the future... don't worry, don't worry... I'm here... go down and have a good rest... don't worry..."

The red card raised by the referee behind his back is like a red flag for the warriors on the high ground.

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When Karl Lander walked past the bench to say sorry to Uncle Zha amidst the huge boos of more than 40,000 Schalke fans in the world's most advanced stadium, Paulson finally stood up from the ground.

He got up, but his legs were still weak and he was still dazed. It looked like he had cried, muttering to himself: Crazy, crazy...

Seeing that Paulson couldn't play anymore, aside from other things, the six bright red spike bumps on his face made him look like a monster. The cunning Rangnick immediately replaced the Danish defender who had suffered a serious crime with defender Thomas Kleesener, pushing Altintop into the midfield.

Klopp was so worried that he had to overthrow everything and start over in less than a minute. The trouble was caused by Rand, who was always the most worry-free. He didn't know what to say.

Madibao's three lines are strong, but the midfield is their foundation. Rand was sent off, and the midfielder had to be re-reinforced, and it was impossible to pin Zhuo Yang in the midfielder position to defend full-time. Any coach who dared to use Zhuo Yang like this now would be drowned by the spit of his peers.

The defense could not move. Uncle Zha waved his flag and Khedira replaced forward Mido. The Egyptian genius, who had finally been looking forward to starting the game, was replaced before his feet even touched the ball. Although he knew that this was the team's last resort in an emergency, Mido was still so angry that he wanted to bite someone.

If the team doctor hadn't been conducting an emergency examination on the mad dog in the visiting team's locker room at Schalke, Mido would have wanted to rush in and give Rand a beating.