Golden Greenery

"Zhuoyang, are you so shameless with your kicking style?" Kieron Dyer was fighting with Zhuoyang at his feet, and he was not idle at all.

Among the English players, Dyer is a very capable player, and he is very comprehensive. He is proficient in technique, speed, offense and defense. It is unusual for someone who can guard the wings of the national team with Beckham on the left and right. Compared with Lee Bowyer, who is two years older and has already injured Zhongyong, even if Dyer cannot be said to be a "once in thirty years", he can still barely qualify in a once in ten years.

Dyer's movement is relatively flexible, and he often changes positions with Jenas, Robert, and even Bart. When he cruises to the middle, he can face Zhuoyang from time to time.

"Big Keir, do you think I am willing? Everyone is shameless. I probably won't dare to come to St. James again in the future." Dyer swayed left and right, and Zhuo Yang also swayed left and right. "How dare you bite our coach?"

Dyer saw that there was no chance of breaking through Zhuo Yang, and from the sidelines he saw Bowyer nearby, unmarked. Originally, he subconsciously wanted to give the ball over, but he happened to hear Bowyer calling: "Big Kiel, give me the ball."

Dyer hesitated. Bowyer's racist verbal attack during halftime made him very unhappy, but because they were friends, Dyer didn't say much. On the contrary, Dyer felt that Zhuoyang was very considerate to him. Anyway, if it were Dyer himself, he would definitely beat people up in that situation.

Zhuo Yang didn't take action, and Dyer thought it was for his own sake, because he knew Zhuo Yang was a very capable fighter. In the tunnel, if you really want to be beaten, just beat him up, it's not a big deal.

Dyer didn't pass the ball to Bowyer in front of Zhuoyang. Firstly, he was a little angry, and he also didn't want to disappoint Zhuoyang. After all, Bowyer just scolded Zhuoyang.

With such a hesitation, he subconsciously pulled the ball horizontally, but he was met by Hamsik who rushed forward to defend him. Dyer failed to catch up with the two and lost the ball. Bowyer was very angry. He had such a good opportunity and the front was flat. When he received the ball, he could show off his fast speed and rough skills. He could chase the wind seven or eight meters away.

"Big Kiel, why don't you pass the ball to me?" He didn't chase Hamsik, but asked Dyer first. Madibao was walking anyway.

Dyer didn't answer Bowyer, but just raised his hand and said: It's mine. Bowyer was a bit reluctant: "I asked you why you didn't pass it to me? Answer me."

Dyer was a little annoyed: Why don't I pass it on to you? Don't you have any idea? Ignoring Bao Ye, he ran over and went for a walk with Zhuo Yang. This made Bowyer angry, because in front of him, Dyer had always had everything explained, everything settled, and everything had a response. It had never happened like this before.

This characteristic of Dyer is actually called - reliable! Especially when it comes to friends, Dyer is very particular about what he does. In the eyes of people like Zhuoyang, Dyer is definitely worth getting along with, but in the eyes of the narrow-minded and ignorant Bowyer, Dyer is more of a natural obedience. In other words, Dyer's reliability spoiled Bowyer, who could not understand the word "reliability".

The offensive and defensive rhythm on the court was surprisingly slow, and it already felt a bit listless. Madibao's walking tactics are not aimed at winning. If victory can be achieved in this way, modern football is no longer a thing. Uncle Zha's purpose in adopting this bizarre tactic was not to win. He wanted to let his young men experience how to use rhythm to suppress rhythm. This was an excellent learning opportunity.

Understand the importance of rhythm to tactics, which is more important than a victory. As for the outcome, isn't there a second round?

Do you think Uncle Zha is really just shameless?

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It was another round of transition between offense and defense, and Dyer once again confronted Zhuoyang. The two still chatted while fighting each other. Because we are friends, no one has dirty hands, let alone black feet or something.

In the unofficial selection, Dyer was ranked as the third 'villain' in the Premier League, which is actually a great prejudice against him. Dyer's delicate playing style does not lack toughness at all, and he dares to stab anyone. But basically he has never taken the initiative to cause trouble, but if anyone wants to cause trouble, Dyer will never be afraid.

I can’t live without your good fruit.

Dyer's notoriety mainly stems from his 'dirty' image off the field, a minion that stinked the streets. But when it comes to violence and filth on the court, at least he is far behind Alan Smith.

Still couldn't get past Zhuoyang, and Dyer also knew that there was basically no chance of trying to get past Zhuoyang. He just stuck to the ball and waited for his teammates to move. Sticking to it, Zhuoyang blocked all the angles of his forward pass. The only gap was Bowyer not far behind him.

"Big Keir, give me the ball!" Bowyer's tone was a bit harsh.

With the same thought as before, Dyer gave him an eggplant. He forced a long pass, but Zhirkov headed it down halfway, and then passed it back to the Lion King Lao Song.

Dyer ran away, and Bowyer was still muttering: "Damn it, can you fucking play football?" Dyer couldn't hear it, and Zhuo Yang happened to pass by and heard it clearly.

"Can you catch it under the feet of a three-legged cat like you? You idiot!"

"What the hell did you say?" Bowyer was angry.

"No one will pass the ball to you if you want to lose face. You can't afford to embarrass that person." Zhuo Yang was not angry at all.

"Fuck you, you damn Chinese, say another word!"

"Idiot..." Zhuo Yang walked away.

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This time it was Bowyer's turn to drive the ball forward. Zhuoyang gestured to the left back Schaefer who was about to step forward to block: Go back and leave it to me.

Bowyer's breakthrough mainly relies on speed and impact, and his crosses are also very accurate, but relying on technical skills is simply not something he can do. Seeing that Zhuoyang was stuck at his step point, if he didn't slow down, he would definitely collide with each other. Of course I'm not afraid of colliding with Bowyer, but what about football?

I had no choice but to twist my feet back and forth and wait for the response.

"Look, your legs are harder than wooden sticks, and you are dribbling the ball? Isn't that embarrassing!" It didn't take much energy to defend him, and Zhuoyang was busy talking. "Quickly kick it to others, don't embarrass yourself."

Bowyer didn't talk back. It wasn't that he gave up evil and turned to good, but that he had to be 100% focused if he wanted to protect the ball and couldn't tolerate any distractions.

"Lee, give me the ball back!" Dyer called from behind.

"Yeah, hurry up and give it to Da Keer. He's much stronger than you. Hurry up, don't fucking embarrass yourself." Zhuo Yang added fuel to the fire.

"Li, hurry up. You can't get past Zhuo Yang, and I can't get past him." Dyer urged again.

In this case, it would be strange for Bowyer to give it. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but in the end he let Zhuo Yang hit and hook him, and the football no longer belonged to him.

"Why didn't you pass it to me earlier! Isn't it interesting to stick the ball? What a waste of time..." Dyer complained and quickly ran away.

Zhuo Yang didn't run away. He was deliberately making Bao Ye angry, so he walked away with the ball not far away from "Bao Er Thug".

"Idiot, I told you to be obedient a long time ago. Are you embarrassed now?"