In the short period of time from 3o minutes to 4o minutes in the first half, there was no other 20 players on both sides. The game completely became a contest between fancy dog ​​abuse and violent demolition between Zhuo Yang and Alan Smith.

The English are not alone, and they are far away!

Once Zhuo Yang was only obsessed with molesting others, focusing all his energy and physical functions on the opponent in front of him, instead of worrying about organizing an offensive and scoring goals and looking around, it was very scary. Even if Smith swooped in every possible way, he couldn't even touch Zhuo Yang's clothes corner, and all kinds of tricks and tricks, Zhuo Yang went to him with the ball, and Smith also chased Zhuo Yang all kinds of shovel.

Flashing and moving, Zhuo Yang danced with his hands, and various tricks and tricks that he had not played for a long time came out.

Smith flew the shovel, Zhuo Yang picked the ball and leaned over, pulled the ball after him and then came back, Smith still flew the shovel, Zhuo Yang knocked the ball again and greeted him from the side again, Smith triple shovel, the shovel emptied, like A stunned child who doesn't understand farm work.

Zhuo Yang ran around with the ball and Smith all over the field. That is to let you shovel, or to make you unable to shovel. For a long time, I have never played such a hated private work. Zhuo Yang found the joy of childhood.

Maddie’s teammates are a little helpless, but Zhuo Yang has no guts to reach out for the ball. The referee also feels embarrassed and wants to punish all these two red cards, but there is really no excuse; The Manchester United players had no choice but to cry, and playing a Champions League game became a circus joke.

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Watching the two neuropaths turn the Champions League into a bullfight, Uncle Klopp stood on the sidelines and forgot to walk back and forth, and the mad dog Rand saw the heart and soul, and finally appeared the same person as himself, which is simply It is the fate given by God.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" Rand crept to Uncle Jake's foot, almost scaring Klopp, who was down and down. "what?"

"You said, if I team up with the British guy, can I prevent Zhuo Yang?" Rand looked at Klopp very expectantly.

Uncle Zha is going crazy: "Go, go back! You **** practice other things too, take a look at what this British guy has done for Zhuo Yang to play? You just know not to kill two poles Sooner or later there will be such a stupid day!"

Mad dog Rand crouched his neck and ran back to the bench.

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Ferguson's lungs were exploding. When did this scene appear in the Champions League? Alan Smith said that he was the passive side. Zhuo Yang kept trying to tease him. Smith couldn't hide, and he wasn't. Hiding temperament. But Zhuo Yang is pure Hu. He has nothing in his eyes. The world is left with him, Smith, and football. This is under the guise of playing football and doing things that have nothing to do with football.

This is not football at all!

I couldn't help it. Taking advantage of the dead ball, Ferguson faced Zhuo Yang inside the sideline: "Zuo Yang, Zhuo Yang, come here, come here!"

What does the old man want to do? Zhuo Yang was puzzled, but still trot all the way cleverly. "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

"You, this, yes, present, what???? Why don't you go to the **** circus!" The Fujue hair dryer instantly started, the tornado gear.

"How many times have I told you, how should I go to the game, have you forgotten your mother? Are you farting when you say me? This is a football field, not a circus, you are not a clown, I will give you How many times have you said! Even if you put that **** opponent into a neurosis, can the team win? Can you win? Will the European Golden Globe give a circus clown? How many times have I told you, If you make such a mess, your legs will be kicked sooner or later. You will watch others cheer for victory like a monkey and watch others take away the trophies and honors that could have belonged to you. How many times have I told you You are not playing football, but those **** football tricks on the streets of Brazil. No one is going to play those giggling things after the age of thirteen! You **** are twenty years old this year..."

The hair dryer directly messed Zhuo Yang with Typhoon.

"How many times have I said to you, have you heard the **** thing! Well, you don't need to kick today..." Ferguson was obviously too deep into the play, only to see the Lord turned around: "Park, Park, You **** come over to me."

South Korean player Park Ji-sung appeared next to Lord Ye with a bang. "Grandpa, you told Smecta."

"You play, you go to play midfielder. Play now, no need to warm up."

Park Zhixing was so happy that his snot bubbles were coming out. "Carefully..., who do I replace?"

"Of course I replaced this circus clown who only knows how to play tricks! You stupid." The grandfather didn't make a call, turned back and continued to roar at Zhuo Yang.

"You don't have to sit here after you come down, go directly to the bath, and then immediately go to the reserve team to report. When you realize the error, remember, deep, engraved, recognize, and know! When to come back. How many times have I told you Now..."

Zhuo Yang is stupid, Park Zhixing is stupid, and the Manchester United bench is covered with black lines.

Zhuo Yang quickly recalled his first two decades~lightnovelpub.net~ After confirming that there was no memory loss, and after confirming that he was still a Maddie player, he was cautious: "Lord..."

"Are you **** fucking, wordy, even--??"

"Grandpa, I... I seem to... seem... maybe... not... you... Manchester United players?"

Ferguson: "..."

The bright lights of Old Trafford illuminate the world like daylight, and the crescent moon over Great Britain in winter night is filled with ambiguous halo, and the Lord Lord ran over ten thousand alpaca.

Nippy...

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Zhuo Yang, who made Ferguson so inexplicably swearing, had never refused to eat a little bit of loss, but did not feel annoyed. The reason why the grandfather posed this big oolong was quite sighing.

——Senior man, this is how much he loves me! I'm afraid he hasn't made such a mess in his life, and I can really care about me.

Zhuo Yang and Ferguson have not known each other for a short time. Since he was still in Grade C the year before, he attracted the eyes of Fu Jue because of his outstanding performance. After digging the corner, Fu Jue established a telephone contact with Zhuo Yang. Although the two met for the first time only during the Chinese game this summer, in this age of no contact with the dead, the two of them can be considered to have been intimate for a long time. The grandfather has repeatedly commented and directed Zhuo Yang's game by phone. , How much can be regarded as the friendship of the upper half of the division.

——Although the old man is cunning, although he is resourceful and resourceful, he is good to me!

Once again, the habitual brain nerves flowed on the court, Zhuo Yang thought away from the subject, and football passed from Prois. With subconscious conditioned reflex, Zhuo Yang yells the ball with his left foot, the football lifts back high, and he turns from the side to bypass Fletcher.

After the ball passed, Zhuo Yang once again appeared Alan Smith.

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