Golden Greenery

The game is about to start. Captain Zhuo Yang leads Madiburg to line up in the player tunnel. The referee has not come out yet, and not all Manchester United players have come out. At this time, standing side by side with Zhuo Yang at the head of the two teams is Dutch goalkeeper Edwin van der Sar. .

Because of Zhuo Yang, Grandpa, Ferdinand, Gomez, including O'Shea, Fletcher and others, coupled with the warm scene of everyone welcoming Grandpa Mo home just now, the two teams were very harmonious in private, without any smell of gunpowder. , Zhuoyang even chatted with Cristiano Ronaldo behind Van der Sar.

At this time, Manchester United captain Roy Keane came out of the locker room and walked straight to the team.

Go straight to Zhuoyang!

Keane has already made plans. He knows that Zhuo Yang is a difficult opponent to defend. He knows that Zhuo Yang is the soul of Madiburg. Zhuoyang’s ambition is Madiburg’s ambition. Zhuoyang’s state is Madiburg’s state. , Zhuoyang's momentum is the momentum of Madibao. What Keane has to do is to attack Zhuoyang's momentum before the game. It won't work if it's too early, and it won't work if it's too late. Zhuoyang will adjust and recover if it's too early, but he won't necessarily have a good chance if it's too late.

The most appropriate time is right before the start of the game, right now.

Zhuo Yang was laughing playfully with Xiao Luo. Keen stared at him and leaned forward fiercely. He poked Zhuo Yang on the nose with his hand and said viciously: "Little Chinaman, you can't be so arrogant anymore. I'll be here soon." If I destroy you, you will just wait to cry on the field..."

The Manchester United players were collectively stunned: Zhuoyang didn't mess with him? Captain, what kind of person is this?

Only his grandfather Mertesacker closed his eyes: That's it, Keane doesn't understand Zhuoyang too much. His method will not have any effect in front of Zhuoyang, but will be counterproductive.

This is actually Keane's psychological tactic. When he suddenly goes crazy, no one can react for a while. It is normal for him to be confused for about ten seconds. And in these ten seconds, the person who was bluffed has completely lost momentum. Even if you react later and curse the heaven, earth, sun, air god, it will not help, and the momentum will always fall.

Thus, Keane's goal was achieved. As soon as the game starts, the opponent will bring a low and aggrieved mood onto the court, with no hope of regaining it within ninety minutes.

Arsenal Vieira, who was known as the "Two Tough Guy Captains" with Keane back then, was briefly frightened by this move. Even though he was furious afterwards, he never achieved the madman momentum that kept pace with Keane. Keane became the only one, and Vieira became the laughing stock of the world because of this incident, and was no longer known as a tough guy.

However, only Grandpa Mo understands Zhuo Yang best.

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"...You just wait to cry on the field..."

Before Keen finished speaking, Zhuo Yang immediately turned against him without any hesitation. He pushed Keen's chest with both palms, "Fuck you!" He blocked his words and pushed Keen against the wall of the passage.

Following up with an arrow, Zhuo Yang grabbed Keen's throat with one palm, and when his fingers struggled, Keen couldn't even breathe anymore.

"Fuck you old thing, you filthy old coffin boy, you're the only one to destroy me. Grandpa, I'm going to destroy you bitch now!" He pushed up with one arm, Keane's toes Almost off the ground.

It's Keane's turn to be confused!

Keane is a famous villain in the UK, but he has definitely not fought as many fights with others as Zhuo Yang, and the number is far, far behind. We all know that when it comes to fighting, most of the time it’s not about how good you are at fighting, but whether you can suppress the opponent in terms of momentum. The so-called one strikes courage, two strikes eyes, three strikes strength and four strikes dodge, which means that momentum is important.

At the beginning of the year, Zhuoyang's classmate Mark West, a weak boy, was able to beat the fitness fanatic True Halleverson to such an extent because he relied on his momentum to win people over.

Zhuoyang had been immersed in fighting for many years when he was a boy. He is the real expert here, Keane is far behind. When Keen came over, he glared and spoke. Zhuoyang immediately knew what he wanted to do and what his purpose was. He had seen too much. Therefore, instant counterattack became a matter of course.

Keane was pushed against the wall and was stunned.

Not only was Zhuo Yang's reaction completely unexpected, but it was also so fast that he didn't react at all. I wanted to fight back now, but I couldn't even breathe, let alone yell back. My mouth was open and no sound came out of my throat.

He wanted to hit Zhuoyang with his fist, but Zhuoyang was 1.86 meters tall and had a wingspan of 1.91 meters. Keen is 1.80 meters tall and has a wingspan of 1.79 meters. With such a big difference, he can't reach Zhuo Yang's face. He can only fall softly on Zhuo Yang's strong arm muscles, like he's scratching an itch, trying to break Zhuo Yang's face. The hands are like earthworms shaking a tree. When he wanted to raise his leg to kick, Zhuoyang had already controlled his lower body with a lunge, and he couldn't move the door even if he wanted to.

Zhuo Yang’s experience is so rich!

Not to mention the momentum at this time, Keane looked completely funny, awkward, and clumsy, like a dying prey.

As soon as Zhuoyang made a splash, the Madibao people immediately surrounded him, blocking all the Manchester United players from the outside. The Madibao people yelled and cursed, whatever the hell they wanted to say. Manchester United people are outside: Forget it, Zhuo Yang, forget it...

The Madibao people are so impressive, but Manchester United is so humble and begging for mercy. How can it be so impressive?

Grandpa Mo said to himself: This idiot still thinks he is an old Jianghu... No matter if it doesn't work, he is his teammate after all, and he is his captain after all. Grandpa squeezed in hard.

"Zhuoyang, forget it..."

"Grandpa!" Zhuoyang turned his head and yelled: "Per, you don't have to worry about it today, otherwise my brother will have nothing to do!!" His eyes were fierce and his words were decisive.

Grandpa Mo: "..."

There is no softie in football. It stands to reason that Manchester United players should not watch their captain suffer without being indifferent. But when things happened so suddenly, they were the ones who were confused. Secondly, Zhuoyang's momentum came up too fast, and the wild murderous aura filled the entire player tunnel, and they were all a little suffocated. Thirdly, everyone saw that it was Keane who found trouble first, and found it inexplicably, and Manchester United was in the wrong.

Zhuo Yang held Keen's neck with his left hand, and started to slap his mouth with his right hand without using much force. His purpose was to hit and humiliate him. ‘Pa, pa, pa…’ One light, one hard, amidst the jaw-dropping comments of the Manchester United players and Zhuoyang’s dirty curses, Keane wanted to die.

"Zhuoyang, stop, let him go!" A low and majestic command came. Sir Alex Ferguson appeared, with his uncle Klopp beside him.

Just give it up, Keane is about to roll his eyes, can't he really strangle him to death? What a joke, all this was originally Zhuo Yang's countermeasure. The appearance of the old Lord just gave Zhuo Yang a step up.

Pretending to turn his head and look into Sir Alex's eyes for a moment, Zhuoyang let go of his hand, and Keen fell limply to the ground, breathing heavily.

"Sir, I will give you face today." Zhuo Yang nodded. Looking at Keen who was furious and filled with grief and anger, Zhuoyang pointed his finger and said: "Grandson, if you want to regain your place, grandpa, I will go find you after the game!"

Van der Sar and Grandpa Mo quickly helped Kean up, but there was a little bit of... sadness in the old captain's fierce eyes. After regaining his composure, Keane pushed his two teammates away with his arms, looked at Zhuoyang, and then at Ferguson. He leaned against the wall and did not move. Then, he lowered his head and adjusted the captain's armband on his right arm.

"What's going on? What happened?" At this moment, the referee team came out, looking at the chaotic passage and wondering what happened.

"It's okay, nothing happened." Sir Alex turned to look at the referee, his face expressionless. "Nothing happened, that's what I said."

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