Golden Greenery

Zhuoyang's waist and shoulders were slumped - he would come as soon as he came, he wanted to weigh Alan Smith's weight first. He stepped with his right foot to the left, feinted and then knocked the ball in the opposite direction, instantly dodging Smith.

That’s all, it’s not that difficult! Zhuo Yangxin said.

Just then, he was about to rush down to the bottom line. Suddenly, a big thick leg swept over him, barely covering his ears and full of dominance. If Zhuo Yang continues to go down, his left leg will be shoveled, and it will be from head to head.

This is a posture of dying together!

This has just fucking started. How much hatred do you have against me? I wanted to have sex with him and see which one of us has the tougher legs, but Zhuo Yang still felt that it was a bit inappropriate. The situation where both sides suffer losses is not in line with Sun Tzu's Art of War, and it would be foolish to attack someone head-on. With his brain spinning in circles, Zhuo Yang first protected himself.

With his left leg taken away, the football was shoveled directly into the South Stand by Alan Smith. Amidst the applause at Old Trafford, Smith's serious expression flashed with a hint of pride in his eyes.

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Two minutes later, Zhuoyang once again got the ball at the 40-meter line. He relied on his physical advantage to get an arm's length away from Smith, and turned his center of gravity to wipe the ball across. However, Smith also took advantage of his flexible body to quickly come up again. And the attack was still fierce, even Zhuo Yang's elbow hit his chest without any notice, as if it didn't hurt at all.

After doing this three times, Zhuo Yang simply used his movements to take a big step and penetrate his crotch, giving you a taste of sex. As expected, Smith's face was embarrassed, and he stretched out his body with a "whoop". This time he simply came at Zhuoyang's knee, and it was knee to knee, which was so brave that it hurt both sides.

Of course, Zhuo Yang couldn't exchange money with him like this. His knees were so valuable. How could you, a country bumpkin from England who drank raw hair and drank blood, be able to compare with them? He dodged and the football was kicked away by Smith while he was lying on the ground. He had no chance to aim and kick again. He just broke it off randomly, but the football just happened to fly to Giggs' feet.

After a quick run, Giggs passed to Ronaldinho on the other side. The Portuguese got the ball and cut inside. Rock Dras failed to keep up. Ronaldinho's shot was blocked by Handanovic. He stood up and held up the beam.

Zhuoyang felt a little aggrieved: Why does this guy Smith seem to be fighting for his life with me? Don’t you have a wife and children at home? Your lordship has promised you so much funeral expenses that you have to drag me along to wipe your neck.

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After several more direct confrontations between the two, the situation was exactly the same every time. Alan Smith forced Zhuo Yang: Come on, hurt each other! Every time, Zhuo Yang gave in at the last moment. He really wasn't willing to let his artist's body compete with Mud Legs. After the two faced each other, they both lay on the ground. Zhuo Yang clearly felt that Smith wanted to bite the sole of his shoe with his teeth. He finally understood that today he had met Manchester United's version of Mad Dog Rand.

Zhuo Yang had been laughing at the opponents who were frightened by Rand before. As a football coward, he looked down upon others who dared not fight with bayonets. It wasn't until he personally experienced Alan Smith's self-sacrifice that he began to secretly sympathize with those who scared the mad dog.

Of course, Zhuo Yang would never admit that he was timid, and such a fleeting thought made him a little angry.

——Okay, then let's compete to see who has stronger legs, and who can be more willing to take risks. Whoever releases the accelerator first and turns the steering wheel first will be the grandson!

If Smith doesn't come to Zhuoyang, Zhuoyang will go to him specifically. For him, the progress of the game is sometimes not the most important thing. When Zhuoyang, who had committed an offense, faced the football, he no longer cared about the menacing Smith coming from the opposite side, nor did he care about the football, especially Smith. Neither of them thought about how to control the damn football, but both thought about how to kill the even more damn opponent on the opposite side.

‘Bang! ! ’

In the collision, which left onlookers numb, Smith suffered a big loss. After all, he was small in weight, but Zhuoyang didn't fall much better. His chest was so shaken that he wanted to vomit blood. Both of them rolled down and fell to the ground. Zhuo Yang got up first.

Although his thigh muscles hurt, he still pretended to be nonchalant and pointed at Smith on the ground: Get up and continue playing.

Of course, Smith was a tough guy. He immediately clapped his hands on the ground and jumped up. His legs went weak but he fell down again. His thigh hurt terribly, as if it was broken, but the tough guy didn't show any pretense. He turned over and climbed up again, his face twisted to endure the pain: This is enough, let's continue.

They were both people who didn't talk much, and neither of them talked trash. Of course, there was no sympathy for each other at this time, and both of them were completely unconvinced.

Everyone looked at this scene carefully and clearly, and they couldn't help but give a thumbs up in their hearts: 2, what a fucking idiot! The old Sir Alex felt helpless for a while. This was not all his original intention. It was a strategy arranged before the game to use Alan Smith's gangsterism to restrict Zhuo Yang, but Ferguson did not expect that Zhuo Yang, who had always been cunning and smart, was so stubborn.

——You can’t live without being crazy. Do all art practitioners like to commit crimes?

How could Sir Alex think of destroying Zhuoyang on the court? He really hopes that one day Zhuo Yang will finally come to vote. The old man has said it many times. Zhuo Yang will be the last World Footballer he creates before retiring. However, now that the two lunatics on the court were stabbing each other, who was hiding and whose grandson was hiding, there was nothing he could do to stop them.

Klopp, the scumbag uncle, was about to burst into tears. Before he could let go, he would definitely rush up and yell at Zhuo Yang: Is there all shit in your head? But how can Zhuoyang make him open his mouth now? He knew better than anyone else that once Zhuo Yang became stubborn, he could turn the Nine Cows upside down. He could only wait for him to wake up. Before that, all truths would be empty.

Mad Dog Rand was gearing up in the audience: Sir, let me go. Let me go.

Uncle Zha was not at all angry: Go, go, what can you do up there? fight? If there was a fight, Zhuoyang would have done it himself...

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The game was temporarily suspended. Both Zhuoyang and Smith sprayed spray on their thighs on the sidelines. While listening to Uncle Scumbag talking about how to move more and hit more, Zhuoyang raised his thigh and did a few reverse stretching movements. It's like yoga, but Uncle Li, who taught him this back then, called it Wu Qin Xi. After doing it, my thigh muscles felt much more comfortable, so it must be nothing serious.

The Smith on the other end is different. He can't do anything. He can't even do the splits, and he can't get down without putting a machine gun to his head. But he is a tough guy. Even if an atomic bomb was placed on his forehead, he would not hit it. Now that his thigh is hurting and he is panicking, he still does not say a word.

After the game restarted, Zhuoyang held back all his energy and wanted to compete with Smith, refusing to give up.

——Do you really think I’m scared? More ruthless? I bit off other people's ears when I was in elementary school. To put it bluntly, aren't you just like that little gangster Benoit, trying to kill yourself? I'm not even worth my life, why do I care about a leg? ...Wait a minute... Benoit... died...? ?

Zhuoyang never lacks blood, but he also doesn't lack rationality.

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