Golden Greenery

The whole world slowed down at this moment, and everyone was watching the attack and defense between the two kings. Just like the slow motion of high-speed photography, the movements of the two people are displayed in every detail.

Zhuoyang's right ankle shook slightly, and his shoelaces could be seen fluttering. Holding the football and gently buckling it to the outside, Ronaldinho was like an out-of-control sled, slowly passing by Zhuoyang's toes. Zhuo Yang lowered his head, Ronaldinho looked up to the sky, and their eyes met at this moment.

——Zhuoyang, I need this victory, I need this championship. I have led the team to win two consecutive championships in the league. By winning this championship, the second dream team will be built, my Barcelona, ​​my dream second team.

——Ronnie, your Barcelona should win this championship, you performed better. However, God gave me the opportunity, and I couldn't give up. I also need this championship. This is my last battle in Madiburg. I want to leave this trophy to the people who love me because I am their king.

——Zhuo Yang, I still want to win the World Cup and win it for my Brazil.

——Ronnie, I don’t have a World Cup, the Champions League is my World Cup. I wish you the best, go and win the World Cup. This one, I kept.

——Zhuoyang, I don’t want to be a king, I just want to get my name back. I don’t want to be called Ronaldinho all my life. Only when I surpass that person will others call me Ronaldo and call that person Ronaldo or Lao Ronaldo. I want my name back.

——Ronnie, you are already the king, the king of Camp Nou. You are as great as that man because you led Barcelona back to the top, which he never could. The name is just a symbol, your name will make those who come after you only deserve to be called Ronaldo, or A, B, C.

——Zhuoyang, it would be great if I could fight alongside you!

——Ronnie, I am also very eager to become a teammate with you. My gut feeling is that one day it will happen.

——Zhuoyang, are you willing to be Joao's godfather?

-Ronnie, you know I'm an atheist. If this is okay, then...I am willing.

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When Ronaldinho slid away from Zhuoyang, he closed his eyes. The two are masters at the same level. Ronaldinho knew very well what shooting action Zhuoyang would use, and he also knew that Valdez would have no chance to block it.

——Perhaps, this is fate. My first step on the road to becoming a king was ruined by Zhuo Yang. This was my fate. I heard that the Chinese believe this too, and they don’t know what Zhuo Yang’s destiny is.

—— Ronaldinho is Ronaldinho, it doesn’t matter. Is my persistence still useful? Maybe I am indeed obsessed with my appearance, but drinking wine, picking up girls, and dancing samba is the real me.

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Zhuoyang kicked an arc with his right foot and passed Valdez who was attacking halfway. Even if the two of them were stacked together, it would be impossible to reach the ball. At the end of the short journey, the football suddenly dropped and hit the top left corner of the goal.

The moment football was introduced, the camera returned to normal playback speed, and the whole world became excited at this moment. Zhuo Yang roared ferociously like a beast and rushed towards Pengpeng Luis. The Brazilian boy, who was also stunned, suddenly collided with him and hugged each other. All ten Madibao players on the field hugged each other hysterically, screaming and screaming. Called like a group of monsters getting excited.

Uncle Zha couldn't control himself off the court. He did three light cartwheels in a row. He was like a gymnast girl on the cheerleading team.

Zhuoyang pulled Pengpeng and ran wildly along the runway of the Stade de France. The two of them waved the jerseys in their hands as they ran, and their naked upper bodies gave off a greasy and holy light under the night light. At this moment, Zhuoyang wanted to cry, and Pengpeng wanted to laugh loudly.

Many years later, still in this city, on the day Pengpeng was about to officially retire, he thought of this Champions League final many years ago. That day, Pengpeng said to Zhuoyang.

"Lao Zhuo, I have been with you since I started playing football. Now that I am retiring, I am with you again. When are you going to retire, Lao Zhuo? Let's go all over the world to play."

"Pengpeng, I have one last thing to do.

After finishing it, I returned. You go and renovate your island. After I retire, I will take your sister-in-law and children to live there for half a year. "

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

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As if to make up for the slow passage of time just now, the stoppage time passed quickly, especially for the Barcelona people. Seeing the ten big Madibao men on the opposite side standing neatly there, bowing down and waiting for them to come over, the Barcelona people looked sad.

Until the moment when the whistle sounded for a long time, the sadness on their faces could not be relieved. Madibao was at a disadvantage throughout the game, but eventually became the champion 3:2. Ronaldinho showed the highest level of his career, shining for 90 minutes, but did not score. Zhuo Yang was mediocre throughout the game, as mediocre as a Chinese player, but he scored two goals.

It was not Zhuo Yang, nor Gomez, nor Peng Peng, nor Superman Edmund who defeated Barcelona, ​​but God in the dark, the invisible hand.

Without the European championship, the Dream Team cannot truly dream. Throughout history, Barcelona has won countless La Liga championships, and has suppressed its old rival Real Madrid for a long time. However, there is only one 'Dream Team' because of them. There is only one Champions League Big Ear Cup.

Now the trophy is held high by Zhuo Yang, and when he and Beckenbauer embrace, His Majesty's pores are full of joy. Zhuoyang was selected as the best player in the 2005-06 Champions League final. Even though his performance was far behind Ronaldinho, he was the champion; even though Zhuoyang's performance was not even as good as Eto'o, Madi Fortuna won; even though his successful passing and threat statistics were not as good as Deco's, he scored two goals.

The King of Madibourg was crowned at the Stade de France.

As for the Champions League season's best player and top scorer, there is no suspense, but they will have to wait until Monaco in August to be awarded.

The scumbag uncle Klopp was thrown high by the players. He lost weight and soared again and again, which made Mr. Klopp suddenly open up the childhood memories that had been dusted for many years. It was the game between his father and him. His father's warm hands made him feel safe, and he was not worried at all about not being caught, just like today.

Although there were a lot of hands today, and none of them belonged to his father, Jurgen Klopp still thought of his father. Tears slid down the edges of his black-rimmed glasses. When his fathers put him back on the ground, Uncle Zha was already crying so hard that he lost his dignity.

The Madibao people's celebration lasted all night, but when counting the heads, one person did not participate. He left the team early.

That night, in Room 2046 of the Saint-Denis Hotel in Paris, facing the Seine River, the sturdy and unique machine-made beech wood carved double bed in the bedroom collapsed, and four connecting bolts between the boards and frames were torn apart by violent shaking for a long time. .

The guests in the room are named Mario Gomez and Hannah Sylvia.