Golden Greenery

"Zhuoyang, can you score a goal for me today, okay?" Sun Yumei asked Zhuoyang with a smile and big eyes.

"Of course, it's necessary."

"Me too..." Beverly originally wanted to imitate her, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it didn't feel like a big deal, and she followed her words as if she was imitating a parrot, as if she was competing for favor.

Zhuo Yang is a careful person. "Beverly, I'll give the second one to you. You have to keep it." After hearing this, Beverly burst into laughter, her black French orchid swaying in the wind. Zhuo Yang took Hua's waist and kissed her twice.

This was the conversation between Zhuo Yang, Sun Yumei and Beverly before the start of the game. The two beauties had been waiting for Zhuo Yang's goal in the stands, but it was already more than 60 minutes into the second half, but Zhuo Yang still No goal was scored, and the score on the field was still 1:1.

"Why hasn't Zhuoyang scored yet? You agreed to give it to me, will you break the promise?" Sun Yumei frowned and muttered.

"No, Zhuo Yang never breaks his promise. He will definitely honor what he said." Beverly did not hesitate to protect Zhuo Yang.

Hearing what Beverly said, Sun Yumei's pretended pout softened. She turned her head and looked at her: "Beverly, do you love Zhuoyang very much? Very, very much?"

"...Yes, I love him very much, very much." Beverly stared at Zhuoyang running on the grass. "I owe Zhuoyang a lot. I owe him a Christmas and a New Year. I will repay him for the rest of my life, my whole life." When she said this, the tenderness in Beverly's eyes could melt the rocks on the river bank.

After a moment, seeing that Sun Yumei didn't speak, Beverly also turned to look over. Sun Yumei was holding her cheek with one hand, looking at Zhuo Yang on the court, with a enchanting arc on her beautiful face, and she smiled so hard that the whole nation was captivated.

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In front of the center circle, Zhuo Yang turned around and looked up at the incoming ball in the air. This was a medium and long pass thrown by Zepek from the wing. Bart immediately came forward and fought with Zhuo Yang for position. Robert took care of the ball from the side and was also preparing to mark the second position.

According to Bart and Robert's understanding, there are only two ways to catch such a high ball, either to take off and stop with the chest, or to take off and head the ball to serve as a ferry for others. Don't wait for a high and fast ball to hit the ground before grabbing it, because it will bounce very high and far, making it impossible to catch it.

Therefore, no matter what Zhuoyang plans to do with the ball, he must compete head-on with Bart for position. Of course, this is the view of Bart and others, not Zhuo Yang.

Glancing in the air, Zhuo Yang suddenly turned around and showed the back of his head to the football.

Facing the Newcastle gate. When he turned around, Bart, who was about to lean against him, staggered and almost fell. What does he want to do?

It was too late, but then it was too late. Before either of them could complete the take-off, the football hit Zhuo Yang on the back of the head. It was like a shooting star with fireworks attached.

Zhuo Yang tilted his head slightly, and the football brushed his temples, passed over his shoulder, and fell straight down. When there was only thirty centimeters left from the ground, Zhuo Yang took out the ball with the outside of his right foot and gently unloaded the ball. The football roared strangely for a moment. Changing the direction at 45 degrees along the coordinates directly in front of him, he rushed out quickly, sticking to the grass and just passing through Robert's crotch three meters away. Zhuo Yang followed closely.

Bart and Robert froze in place as the audience roared with applause, gaping as if they had seen a ghost.

No, it's not a ghost, this is a fucking goblin, a monster! Lord, we encountered a demon in broad daylight...

There was nothing at his feet. Zhuoyang just shook Bernal with his shoulder; when the stab turned into a wipe, Hughes stumbled and almost got shit. He collided with O'Brien who was trying to pull Zhuoyang's jersey, like they had not seen each other for a long time. Meet the lovers.

With a tip of the toe, the football didn't feel like it was kicked up, but like it was lifted up by the wind. The arc in the night sky looked like a rainbow, like a crescent moon, or more like the gentle water marks in the musical fountain, crossing the top of Ji Wen's head, who was staggering on the ground.

In the 70th minute of the second half, Zhuo Yang used a wonderful lob in the penalty area to overtake the score and the total score, 2:1 (3:2).

Zhuo Yang jogged all the way to the bottom of the stands with a playful smile, and pointed at Sun Yumei: For you, Yumei!

Everyone in the stands gave their king a standing ovation. Beverly applauded her man with a dignified posture, and Sun Yumei excitedly waved her blue scarf. The live camera followed them in time.

"Our king, the king gives this wonderful goal to his beloved Beverly, to his princess!" the DJ on the scene hissed in a sensational voice.

"my~~~~~~~"

"King!!!" the whole audience shouted together.

"Dedicated to~~~~~~"

"Bei-Fuli!!" The whole audience started to cheer together.

Beverly knew full well that this ball was given to Sun Yumei by Zhuo Yang, and hers had not arrived yet.

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"Remember, keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him, no matter where the Chinese goes, you have to keep an eye on him, even if it's behind the goal, even if he goes to shit, you have to follow him Keep an eye on him in the toilet!" Souness yelled and warned Ambrose repeatedly on the sidelines, and Ambrose nodded hurriedly like a chicken.

In the 75th minute, Newcastle replaced Milner with Darren Ambrose. Souness wanted him to become a rubber plaster on Zhuo Yang's body and never leave. However, this was the old coach's failure.

Except for that goal today, Newcastle could not attack at all other times. Shearer and Kluivert were restricted and quite embarrassed. The combination of Pengpeng and Westerman did not look like two substitutes at all. Today, Bowyer is suspended. Without his unreasonable and aggressive attack, in the midfield, except for Dyer, who is firmly locked by Zepek, only Milner can contact the forward line.

Souness was bewildered by Zhuoyang's demonic aura, completely forgetting that the most important thing about being behind in the score was scoring goals. Without Milner, Shearer and Kluivert were like two people separated by Madiburg. An idle person.

As for using Ambrose to guard Zhuoyang, Bart and Robert to guard against each other, and three generals to guard Zhuoyang, can it be tolerated? Of course! When he catches the ball, he has three heads, six arms and six legs. Even if Zhuo Yang is really a monster, he still has to stay away.

Then I won’t score a goal!

As an important category of modern science, arithmetic cannot lie. With three people guarding Zhuo Yang, how many people do you have left to deal with the rest of Madibao? Do you think these bastards are just for a living?

Zhuoyang began to run around the court with three shadows, running wherever there was an awkward situation. A few times he actually ran into his own goal and high-fived Handanovic. Ambrose was really obedient, and he really followed Zhuo Yang and stared at the net like a lunatic for a while.

"Have you... heard of mahjong? The four of us just happened to..." Zhuo Yang still had time to ask the three shadows.