Golden Greenery

In the short period of time from 30 minutes to 40 minutes in the first half, there was nothing going on with the other 20 players on both sides. The game completely became a contest between Zhuoyang and Alan Smith of fancy dog ​​abuse and violent demolition.

The English are not equal, and far from it!

Once Zhuo Yang is only obsessed with teasing others and focusing all his energy and body functions on the opponent in front of him instead of worrying about organizing the offense, thinking about scoring goals and looking around, it is very scary. No matter how hard Smith pounced, he couldn't even touch Zhuoyang's clothes. He was doing all kinds of flips and dances. Zhuoyang went to find him when he got the ball. Smith also chased Zhuoyang all over the field and made various tackles.

Flashing around, Zhuoyang danced, and all kinds of tricks that he hadn't played in a long time came out.

Smith made a flying tackle, and Zhuoyang jumped up with the ball. After passing him, he pulled the ball and came back. Smith still made a flying tackle. Zhuoyang hit the ball again and dodged, and met him from the side again. Smith made three tackles, and the tackle was empty, like A stupid fool who doesn't understand farm work and is busy.

Zhuoyang ran around with the ball and Smith all over the field, either for you to tackle or not. It had been a long time since he had played such a hated private life, and Zhuoyang had found the joy of childhood.

Madibao's teammates were a little helpless, but when Zhuoyang reached out for the ball, no one had the guts to deliberately deny it; the referee also felt embarrassed and wanted to send both of them red cards, but there was really no excuse; The Manchester United players were so helpless that they wanted to cry, and a Champions League match turned into a circus joke.

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Watching two lunatics turn the Champions League match into a bullfight, Uncle Klopp stood on the sidelines and forgot to walk back and forth, while Mad Dog Rand was so excited that he finally found someone just like him. This was simply It's just the fate given by God.

"Sir, I have a question for you?" Rand tiptoed to stand in front of Uncle Zha, almost frightening the lost Klopp. "What?"

"Tell me, if I join forces with that British guy, can I guard against Zhuo Yang?" Rand looked at Klopp with great anticipation.

Uncle Zha was going crazy: "Go, go, go back! You will practice more fucking things from now on. Look what this British guy did to Zhuoyang? You just know how to kill two shots?" , sooner or later there will be such a stupid day!"

Mad Dog Rand hunched his neck and ran back to the bench in dejection.

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Ferguson's lungs were about to explode. When had this scene appeared in the Champions League? It's okay to say that Alan Smith was on the passive side. Zhuo Yang kept teasing him. Smith couldn't hide, and he wasn't. The temperament of hiding. But Zhuoyang was just acting nonsense. He had nothing in his eyes. Only him, Smith, and football were left in the world. This was under the guise of a football match, doing something completely unrelated to the football match.

This is not football at all!

Unable to bear it anymore, Ferguson took advantage of the dead ball and faced Zhuoyang on the sideline: "Zhuoyang, Zhuoyang, come here, come here!"

What does the old man want to do? Zhuo Yang was very puzzled, but he still trotted along obediently. "Sir, is something wrong?"

"What are you doing??? Why don't you go to the damn circus!" The Fergie hair dryer instantly started turning on the tornado setting.

"How many times have I told you how to play the game, Niang Xipi, have you forgotten? Do you think my words are farting? This is a football field, not a circus, and you are not a clown. I will give it to you. How many times have I told you! Even if you make that damn opponent look crazy, can the team win? Can you win? Will the European Golden Globe Award be given to a circus clown? How many times have I told you, If you continue to behave like this, sooner or later your legs will be kicked off by others, and you will be like a monkey watching others cheer for victory, watching others take away trophies and honors that should have been yours. How many times have I told you , your kind is not playing football, it’s just those damn football tricks on the streets of Brazil. No one after the age of thirteen still plays those messy things to impress! You are already twenty fucking years old this year..."

The hair dryer made Zhuo Yang messy in the typhoon.

"How many times have I told you, have you fucking listened? Well, you don't have to play today..." Ferguson was obviously too deep into the drama, and the old Sir Alex turned his head: "Pu, Pu, Get the fuck over here."

South Korean player Park Ji-sung appeared next to Sir Alex Ferguson with a ‘swish’ sound. "Sir, please give orders to Smecta."

"You come on, you go and play in the middle of midfield. Come on now, no need to warm up."

Park Ji-sung was so happy that snot bubbles almost came out of his nose. "Think carefully...who should I replace?"

"Of course we have to replace this circus clown who only knows how to do tricks! You idiot." Sir Alex was furious and turned back to continue roaring at Zhuo Yang.

"You don't have to sit here after you come down, go directly to the shower, and then report to the reserve team immediately. When you realize your mistake, remember, you must understand it deeply! Come back when you will. How many times have I told you Already..."

Zhuo Yang is stupid, Park Ji-sung is stupid, and the Manchester United bench is full of black lines.

Zhuoyang quickly recalled his first twenty years, and after confirming that no memory was lost, and that he was still a Madibao player, he cautiously said: "Sir Sir Alex..."

"Are you still so fucking fussy, what, what -??"

"Sir Sir Alex, I...I seem...it seems...maybe...not...you...where are the Manchester United players?"

Ferguson: "..."

The bright lights of Old Trafford illuminated the world as if it were daytime, and the crescent moon over Great Britain on a winter night exuded an ambiguous halo. Ten thousand alpacas ran past Sir Alex's mind.

Niang Xipi...

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Zhuoyang, who had never been willing to take any losses, did not feel annoyed when Ferguson cursed him so inexplicably. The reason why the old Sir Alex made such a big mistake made him sigh.

——The old man cares so much about me! I'm afraid he has never caused such an embarrassing incident in his life. It can be seen that he really cares about me.

Zhuoyang and Ferguson have known each other for a long time. The year before last, when he was still in the C-level, he attracted the attention of Ferguson because of his outstanding performance. After the poaching failed, Ferguson established a telephone contact with Zhuoyang. Although the first time the two met was only during the China Games this summer, in this era of endless communication, the two have been close friends for a long time. Sir Alex has commented and provided guidance on Zhuoyang's games many times over the phone. , it can be considered as a half-teacher friendship.

——Although the old man is cunning and resourceful, he treats me well!

Once again, Zhuoyang's mind wandered as he was accustomed to on the court, and his thoughts were far away from the topic, and the football was passed from the feet of Preuss. Relying on a subconscious conditioned reflex, Zhuoyang rubbed his left foot against the ball. The football was raised high back, and he turned around from the side to avoid Fletcher.

The ball passed, and Alan Smith appeared in front of Zhuo Yang again.

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