Golden Greenery

Sigh, evil monsters cannot do justice to real people. Monsters will always take advantage of the situation, so Zhuo Yang must not be given any chance.

It's not that Zhuoyang can't get past Marcelinho. He knows that his biggest obstacle is not the "Red Point in the Central Plains" in front of him, but the two people behind him, Basturk and Kovac, who are eyeing the key positions. The front and back levels are clear, and the left and right angles are clear. Even if they try to pass Marcelinho a hundred times to prevent them from revealing their flaws, it will be in vain.

Zhuoyang and Marcelinho are exactly the opposite. That guy has no brains in his brain, but Zhuoyang has a human super brain. While bickering with each other and crushing Marcelinho with words, he has been observing Bastur. The positions of Gram and Kovac must wait until these three people form a situation that is beneficial to themselves before they can start. It must be the kind of breakthrough opportunity that can be achieved in one go. Otherwise, if there is a slight pause, it will inevitably fall into blockade and fragmentation again.

Marcelinho was in a state of confusion at the moment. He rushed forward rashly and lost his position, forcing Basturk and Kovac to change positions. At that moment, Zhuo Yang started.

Putting your elbow against Marcelinho's bumped shoulder, using the reaction force to pull the ball, spin and run away, this is the first step. Zhuoyang is like a quasar that suddenly translates in vector space, without warning and weird.

Looking up, it was Basturk. Zhuoyang touched the football with his left foot while touching the ground. The ambiguous action was like teasing the football. So, he also teased Basturk, and Turkish Maradona was worn. Crotch. Put yourself in her shoes, your short legs are only 1.68 meters tall, but your feet are size 44. Plus, your calves are thicker than other people's thighs. It's not easy to wear such a crotch. This is Zhuo Yang's second step.

Basturk's eyes were dazzled. Zhuoyang was like the turning bullet in "Assassin's Creed". It seemed that his legs were not moving, but people suddenly bypassed Basturk, the blue giant star with distortion of time and space, the Turk Know nothing about astrophysics.

Stepping with his right foot, the toe sticks to the football like a permanent magnet, and he rubs it outward. Zhuoyang is like the conductor of the band, and his right foot is his baton. Kovacs is a percussion cymbal player who never takes his eyes off the cymbal. He hits the hammer accurately in accordance with the rhythm, and he can't help but move to the outside. But the football was quickly stuck back to the inside by the conductor, who also rubbed it tenderly. After the romance, Kovac became a thing of the past, a thing worth looking back on.

Swinging the cow's tail during high-speed movement is Zhuo Yang's unique skill in football. This is called the dragon's tail swing.

In the first step, Marcelinho suddenly left; in the second step, Basturk was lost; in the third step, Kovac disappeared.

Kill three people in three steps!

After the murder, there is a smooth road, riding a horse to share the youthful years. Mozart's "Turkish March" sounds in Zhuo Yang's mind. Every step he takes when running is an eighth note, and the notes are rolling,

Just like football.

Already reaching the corner of the penalty area, Simunic hurriedly left Gomez behind, knowing that he couldn't do anything. He wanted to prevent Zhuo Yang from moving forward. Zhuoyang glanced at the Musketeers who were waiting eagerly in the middle of the missed goal, and he swung his right foot outwards to pass the football.

However, this was a fake move, a fake move that even Zhuoyang himself almost believed to be true, let alone Simunic. When Zhuoyang's right foot crossed the top of the football, Simunic, who was destined to be deceived, hesitated in a hurry and couldn't keep his center of gravity. He fell to the ground sadly, feeling countless decadence and trauma.

Shaking away the dead Simunic, Zhuo Yang no longer paid attention to Gomez, who was trying his best to please not far away, nor did he look at Van Brick, whose face was full of fear and was about to run towards him, let alone the man who was gritting his teeth and attacking. Goalkeeper Christian Fiedler.

As the accent notes of "Turkish March" played, Zhuo Yang rubbed the instep of his left foot on the bottom of the football. The blue logbook swayed with the wind, like a swordfish leaping out of the water and gliding, or like a girl leaving the palm of her hand and flying slowly. dandelions.

The rondo ended abruptly, and the football drifted into the far corner of the goal.

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In the 38th minute of the first half, Zhuoyang finally opened the door to victory for Madiburg. This wonderful shot that broke through three people and deceived two people in a row triggered a carnival in the Victor Stadium, because Munich, hundreds of kilometers away, Bayern's home match against Stuttgart is still 0:0.

Until the end of the first half, Fort Madi maintained a 1:0 lead and the other side was still tied, which seemed to be a beautiful story.

Madiburg was still very cautious during the halftime break. Uncle Klopp continued to make detailed arrangements. Naturally, Hertha Berlin would not give up, and it was impossible for them to give up. 0:1 was far from an unreachable score gap. However, their number one star, Brazilian No. 10 Marcelinho, made three phone calls to his home in a hurry and had no intention of listening to the coach's tactical arrangements. No one knew what Marcelinho said to the other end of the phone. In fact, even he himself had no idea what he was talking about. The beautiful woman on the phone was confused.

Falcao Goetz also let Marcelinho hide in the bathroom and make phone calls. Anyway, it was useless to tell this guy about tactics. He just played like a lone ranger. The headache for Coach Goetz is that Zhuoyang seems to have no solution. The midfield split was almost perfect in the first half, but the monster still found an opportunity.

Basturk and Kovacs were somewhat shocked by Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang seemed so comfortable killing three people in three steps, and the two of them had become nothing in his eyes. You can pass people and score goals, but don't live in such a coquettish way, okay? They are all well-known football stars, and no one would feel ashamed if they were teased by the opponent face to face. But this also shows that Basturk and Kovac are very particular people, otherwise they might fall out on the spot.

Have you not seen how many ignorant Brazilian monsters are chased and beaten on the court by their opponents because of their rainbow tricks?

The second half of the game has begun, the last 45 minutes of the entire season. In the player tunnel, Zhuoyang met Marcelinho unexpectedly again.

"Hey, old man, what did you say when you called home just now?" Zhuo Yang looked sincere.

"My wife said about the lettuce salad for dinner...how did you know that I called home?" Marcelinho suddenly realized.

"Oh, they are all men! Understand, understand, I don't care about you!" Zhuo Yang patted his shoulder very kindly.

"I want you to care? I want you to care?" Marcelinho jumped a little.

"Alas -" Zhuo Yang retracted his arm and walked away first, leaving Marcelinho with a prophetic back and a series of chicken soup.

"If you are wandering in the world, how can you avoid getting stabbed? If you want to live a good life, you can't live without a little green on your head. It's rare for an old man to be confused, so you should take care of yourself..."

Under the night light, Marcelinho's newly dyed hairstyle looked particularly green and delicate.