Golden Greenery

Even Zhuo Yang felt a little creepy now. People in Madibao had vaguely heard that unclean things had appeared at the AD Athletic Stadium from time to time in the past six months, but no one took it seriously. After all, pseudoscience, in their own home We are busy enough when we are in full swing, so just let the jokes flow in one ear and out the other.

But today I am in the same situation, and I happen to encounter such an evil thing. It is impossible for anyone not to mutter. Zhuo Yangxin said: Forget it, I don’t dare to come again, the sky is moving and the earth is moving...

He can't help it!

Seeing that the first half of the game was about to end, Zhuo Yang had already thought about telling Uncle Zha that he would take a rest in the second half. He couldn't afford to offend me and could hide away. Ibisevic took the ball and broke into the penalty area of ​​Hannover 96. He swung left and right and was about to shoot. Enke had already taken a posture to block the angle. At this time, everything is normal, nothing weird appears, and it is reasonable whether the ball is scored or not.

Tanat stretched out his foot to steal the ball and hook Ibisevic to the ground.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

"Ibishe, you go and take the penalty. If you create it, go and take it. It's okay. Just take the penalty." Zhuoyang resolutely refused to take the penalty kick and gave courtesy to Ibisevic.

The young Bosnian boy who was given the concession happily pressed the football on the twelve yard point and kissed it before releasing it. Zhuo Yang stood on the line of the penalty area with his hands on his hips and watched the excitement.

Madibao's substitute center made a soft stick push into the blind corner. Robert Enke judged that the opponent was going to cross over and beat the football with one hand. Hannover 96 midfielder Dabrowski was smart. He was the first to rush forward to make a clearance and then counterattacked. When Ibisevic got angry and tried to counterattack, Dabrowski kicked up his big feet and ran towards the frontcourt. :you go! The football is heading towards where Zhuoyang is standing.

Zhuo Yang didn't even think about taking a follow-up shot, so don't scare yourself anymore. If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old, and demons and monsters will be vicissitudes of life.

Seeing Dabrowski making a clearance with his big feet, Zhuoyang quickly turned sideways to get out of the way of the ball. In order to reduce the range of the hit, he also bowed his waist and held his head, lowering his upper body.

So, the football was hitting his backside, and it went away as fast as it came, and Gululu returned to the goal.

Zhuo Yang: "..." He didn't even care about the pain in his buttocks.

Enke stood on the goal line, with slumped shoulders and arms, eyes dull, no expression on his face, and a look of numbness on his face.

——Enough, enough, I've had enough!

Zhuo Yang rubbed his butt and walked up to comfort his good friend: "Robert, it's not your fault. I'm a little evil today..."

"Zhuoyang, there's a new sushi restaurant in the east of the city. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, okay?" Enke still had a sluggish expression, like despair, but also bleak, full of sadness, and empty of sadness.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

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In the second half, Zhuoyang refused to play again. It was already 4:0, and he also performed the most inexplicable hat trick. What else do you want to do? After scoring a goal just now, there were boos against him in the AD Arena. This was really the first time in history, and it also showed that Hannover fans were beginning to be dissatisfied with him.

There are many people who want to play with him, and a group of young masters and boys are eager to try, especially a group of perennial substitutes who are vying to go up and practice their skills. They don't think how scary it is to be haunted. Is it possible that they can't play better than professional players? Is it still scary to hit the ball?

In the end, it was the big-eyed Ozil who moved heaven, earth, and Uncle Zha. He came on as a substitute for Zhuoyang and took up the position of Xiaoyao as an attacking midfielder.

Uncle Zha is also a sensible person. He saw the abnormal phenomenon on the field in the first half. This matter must not be taken seriously. He might offend some god. Besides, it’s already 4:0, what about saving face as promised? What if distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors? After thinking about it, Uncle Zha simply played a trick. Before the start of the second half, two other main players - Bacchus Zhirkov and Grenadier Hamsik - were urgently removed.

The reason why I say absolutely is because the people used to replace them are not the regular opponents like Debuchy, Barnetta, Ritter, and Mad Dog. Even if they stared at their scumbag with wide-eyed eyes, they didn't pay attention to them.

Gabriel Mudingay and Alexander Song, the two black boys who had just arrived in the first team, took to the field.

The two black brothers couldn't believe it was true.

Uncle Zha is very good at calculating. There are only two knives in the frontcourt. Just let them run around. The backcourt is full of main players. This is the foundation to ensure that the team does not lose goals continuously or even suffer incredible comebacks. We must not Go to AC Milan. This ball is set like this, steady!

However, for the most part, I forgot that the four people in the frontcourt were so excited that their noses were burning. What do they mean by being merciful? They just give up when they see fit, and they come here just to show off to the death. .

In the 52nd minute, Mudingayi ran in front and won a corner kick for Madibao. None of the big men in the backcourt came up, leaving it to a few boys. Big Eye took a corner kick, but Ibisevic, Mudingayi, and Xiao Song failed to compete for the point, and were kicked out by Hannover 96 captain Tanat. Khedira, who was guarding his position outside the penalty area to prevent his opponent from counterattacking, saw the football flying towards him and had no good way to deal with it. He just kicked it.

The kick in the first half was so bad. If it hadn't been for a cheap goal, the ball would have flown directly out of the sideline, which would have become a scandal. He learned a lesson from his mistakes, and Khedira tried his best to hold the ball firmly this time. It was ideal. The football was flying quickly across the turf, right in front of the goal.

However, I only wanted to kick the ball in the right direction, but I forgot that there were human legs in that direction and at that height. If you shoot this kind of ball 1,000 times, it will be blocked by your legs 999 times. However, this is the only time it happened.

I don’t know how many crotches were worn or how many heels were touched. I can’t tell how many dodging knees the football got. No one can understand the pain of the football at this time. Even Newton couldn’t calculate it while holding an Intel six-core laptop. It went through some weird accelerations. Enke couldn't see where the football was at all. He could only see everyone in the penalty area moving around, as if the turf was red-hot.

Finally, the football appeared in the goal. No one knows how it got there, no one knows who last put it there, or even when it appeared there.

Enke just stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his knees slightly bent in a half-squat position, his arms stretched forward and his palms spread wide, turning his head to look at the football, his expression and eyes as if he were meeting it for the first time.

After a long while, Enke slapped each other with both hands and shouted playfully: "Hey!"

"Clamp to death and force to split - die, force to split to death. Jump, rub, jump, rub!" He sang a cheerful song.

There was silence in the stands of the AD Athletic Stadium. Even the Madibao fans were embarrassed to make noises anymore. It was 5:0. It didn't seem to be a very glorious thing to bully the neighbors like this.

Do you think this is the end?