Golden Greenery

Zhuoyang's tacit approval and even encouragement of Riggbert Song's wanton forwards on the court throughout the season was seen by Uncle Klopp. Although Zhuo Yang did a good job of wiping Lao Song's butt, in Uncle Zha's opinion, it would be better if he didn't wipe this butt.

Moreover, Lao Song visited Zhuo Yang in private and got some kind of promise from Zhuo Yang, and Uncle Zha also knew about it. It's not a shameful thing. Neither Zhuo Yang nor Lao Song wanted to hide it from anyone, they were aboveboard. To be honest, Uncle Zha has some opinions on Zhuoyang's actions, because Zhuoyang obviously crossed the line by interfering with the team's tactical discipline, and that can only be Klopp's own right.

But Uncle Zha can't talk about Zhuo Yang, because his captain's performance is so outstanding. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhuo Yang single-handedly promoted Madibao from a relegation team to a championship contender. It would be very ignorant to find fault with Zhuo Yang under such circumstances. Moreover, how the head coach gets along with the star players in the team is also a matter of course. Uncle Zha is very careful in these aspects. He is very sure that Zhuo Yang must have special privileges in the team.

So now that Old Song carried Zhuo Yang out, Uncle Zha was naturally furious. In his opinion, this was not only an attempt by Old Song to use Zhuo Yang to suppress him, but also an obvious intention to sow discord between him and Zhuo Yang. Uncle can't tolerate this at all.

"The promise Zhuo Yang made to you only represents him personally, and does not represent the entire team, let alone my tactical arrangements. And, Rigbet, you have to remember that you should thank Zhuo Yang, Instead of pushing Zhuo Yang forward to block the arrow for you, you can't use Zhuo Yang as an excuse for yourself and let Zhuo Yang pay for your mistakes." Uncle Zha's words spoke directly to people's hearts.

After Uncle Zha spoke so badly of him, Old Song couldn't bear it: "Klopp, why do you think you are so dismissive of others? Of course I will keep everything Zhuo Yang has done in mind, and I don't need you to remind me. And you We should also thank Zhuo Yang, without his efforts on the court, you would be nothing."

In this way, the two people's chat turned from an argument to a quarrel, and from the quarrel to a personal attack. In the shade of the corridor in front of the Blue Building, the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger.

One is a young and energetic star coach, and the other is a veteran with a hot temper. Neither of them can control the other. They curse back and forth, and they can only say harsh words when they are angry.

"Rigbert, get the hell out of here right now and report to the B team. There will no longer be a place for you in the first team." Uncle Zha pointed at Old Song with his finger.

"Fuck you, who do you think you are? You and I are all assigned to you? Dad, when I was famous in the world, you little brat was still fucking the main players in the second-division team." Song almost poked Uncle Zha's eyes with his fingers.

"Okay, you go to U19 for me now, go there and show off your seniority. You don't have to think about coming back before the contract expires and see how I can destroy you." Indeed, Lao Song still has two years left on his contract. After many years, if he really wants to stay in the U19 for enough time, Lao Song will be useless. He might as well retire immediately.

"I'll destroy your mother!" Lao Song pushed Uncle Zha to his chest across the stone table and sat on the corridor stool.

Uncle Zha was not such an easy person to get along with, so he splashed and smashed the cup in his hand. Pang Dahai and the wolfberry made Old Song all over his face. Fortunately, the water was already warm. This is the Chinese health formula recommended to him by Zhuo Yang, especially suitable for middle-aged people.

The two people started fighting immediately, but they were getting angry, and they had not completely lost their minds. They were just entangled and tugging, and they did not actually start fighting.

The peninsula is undergoing spring cleaning these days. Basically all the staff are busy sweeping and filling up the dirty places in the woods or along the river bank. There is no one in front of the blue building. If it weren't for the relatively quiet environment here, Uncle Zha and Lao Song wouldn't have chosen to have a showdown here.

"I'm warning you to let me go..."

"Don't let me go, try touching me..."

The two of them were quarreling with each other, neither one wanted to strike first and the other one did not want to let go first. At this moment, a hot-headed man who could fight might come by and beat them both up in anger.

Not impatient. The first people to see the two old crooks arguing were Freeman and Bertram. They were carrying a manure rake and a big broom to go to the logistics warehouse in the Blue Building, but they suddenly discovered that The two great gods on the peninsula are going to war.

The two uncles were frightened and quickly dropped their tools and pulled one each. "You two, you two masters, if you have anything to say, please speak it out and don't fight..."

That's how people are. Initially, two people who are not determined to fight start talking to each other. If no one pays attention to them, after a while they will find it boring, so they can forget about it. But if someone intervenes, it will cause bad things, and no one will be able to step down. It would be shameless not to take action.

There is a big difference in internal status between the two cleaners and the two great gods. They don't dare to make a move, and they haven't said a lot of good things. If they don't hit Lao Song, who is really shameless, 'Pah! ’ He slapped Uncle Zha.

Here we go!

The two burly men, who were over thirty years old, were swinging their fists all over the air in the blink of an eye. The two cleaners could not even distinguish their figures. Not to mention fighting, they accidentally got hit twice.

Old Song is very good at fighting, but Uncle Zha is not a good opponent either. Old Song is very strong, and Uncle Zha hits many times. Old Song is a bastard with eight punches, and Uncle Zha is a shrew.

"Berendt, you keep pulling, I'll call someone." After being punched twice inexplicably again, Freeman, a chicken thief, was afraid that he would be splashed with blood, so he quickly withdrew and ran to the team's training place.

"Captain Zhuo——, fight... fight... fight started..."

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Zhuo Yang and his gang came swarming over and took a closer look at the battlefield: Oh my god!

Uncle Zha danced with a gilded dung rake with phoenix wings, and Lao Song unfolded a large golden cauldron with Zaoyang broom, and fought fiercely for three hundred rounds. One is like a dragon emerging from the water, and the other is like a tiger descending from the mountain. The air around them seems to have become thinner.

Looking at the two of you again, Uncle Zha's glasses have long since disappeared, and his two dark circles are like Panpan's own mother. His nose is crooked, his mouth is slanted, his face is either green or red, and there is a tooth mark on his cheek. I don't know how he bit it. .

Old Song was not much better, his face was scratched by Uncle Zha, there were blood marks horizontally and vertically, half of the sleeves of his clothes were torn off, the good Armani turned into an old waistcoat, and there was a lump in his golden hair that I didn't know was phlegm. Still snot.

Uncle Bert, the janitor, sat dejectedly on the ground not far away, with six or seven shoe marks on his work clothes.

"Stop——!" Zhuo Yang shouted!

Who cares about him! The battle between the two fierce generals was in full swing, and they were playing wildly with their weapons. They really didn't listen to what was going on outside the window and only focused on fighting the gods.

What the hell should I do? If there were really swords, guns, swords and halberds, one could rush in and use them with bare hands, but these two peerless weapons were flying around, and if they were not careful, they would be in catastrophe.

Glancing left and right, there was a rotten mop with Eight Treasures Dragon standing at the door of the toilet on the first floor. He took a step forward, twisted his waist, and flew away. He stretched out his toes and took the handle in his hand.

Zhuoyang sang loudly: "Hey! Don't be so arrogant, come to Sajia to recruit - guys!!"