People who originally had hair pushed a big bald head, which is completely different from the bald scoop that had already been shed. It is the difference between kiwi and eggs. And Everton striker Andy Johnson is the best in the egg, bright and bright.

　　 27-year-old Johnson is Everton's highest-paid player. The dwarf bald winger scored 21 goals in the 04-05 Premier League and only 25 in the scar that year. However, since he moved to Everton in 2005, he has gradually become addicted to the flop. As Mourinho said, Johnson is a ‘untrustworthy person’ who ‘uses his life to pursue a fall.’ To this end, Johnson also almost sued Mu Shuai in court for defamation.

　　Actually, Johnson's fall is not clever, completely unable to reach the kind of state depicted by Inzaghi, he is just daring to fall, known for its quantity and wide variety. Otherwise, he will not fall under the reputation of the "fake king", making everyone notorious.

　　 In the first half, Johnson was about to take a penalty kick, but unfortunately he didn't count half a step early, but the thing on the line was ambiguous. If it was not Maldini, he might fall in.

　　 Maldini and Nesta were attentive. If anyone could make these two fairies overcast again, it would be worth bragging for a lifetime. Until the second half of this time, Johnson never found a chance to try diving again.

　　 Bynes made a pass and sent it to Arteta. Spain's front waist flashed off Pirlo's pressure and passed the ball diagonally to Johnson from the other side. The bald strong took the opportunity and entered the penalty area.

　　Inner beauty snatched him up and rushed him to the bottom line. Gattuso just happened to be recovering and staring at Arteta who was ready to respond. In this way, Maldini had a short leisure time.

　　 The horses pushed to Johnson from the side, and whispered to Nesta: "Inner young!" The two old monsters didn't need to communicate anything more, and then there was a tacit understanding of what to do next.

　　 I saw that the beautiful and graceful inner beauty instantaneously transformed into a mountain wild man, swiping his right leg off the ground and sweeping away. The goal was obviously not football but Johnson's head bone. At the same time, the immortal Maldini also turned into a mace, and the shoveling force from the back could not help but recall the bloodthirsty of Attila, the king of the Huns.

　　 Johnson was overjoyed, dragged his hind legs for a moment, and then rose violently, as if he had been struck by thunder.

　　The bald head was strong and hugged his calf on the ground, rolling cried miserably as if his whole body was broken. When the expected whistle sounded, Johnson squinted and peeped while he was busy, but found that Nesta and Maldini were standing beside him with arms akimbo and arms, and the endless abuse in his eyes And mocking.

　　 Nesta didn't kick him at all, Maldini didn't shovel him at all, the two fairies just did the same thing at the same time, they didn't count as a point, the fakes were fouls, and there was a light year away from him. In the eyes of others, Johnson is like a remote-controlled spring man. His performances are full of exaggeration and falsehood, and they are completely indifferent. The old man who came out on the street and touched the amateur the first day on the street was also like him.

The Spanish referee Laos, who was so angry that he couldn't wait for Johnson to get up from the ground, couldn't wait to show him a yellow card, followed by a red card. In the first half of the year, bald-headed and Bonella clashed, and the two had Huang first.

　　 died before the teacher, Andy Johnson walked back and forth three times while walking down the field, his eyes were unwilling and desolate, and the spring breeze in March could not comfort his soul. Johnson couldn't figure out how the bright-eyed Maldini and Nesta were so chicken thieves, with fake and fake movements from momentum to realistic rhythm to nothing.

　　 Two old football players from the horse team and the Neimei team gave Johnson a lesson in life: Dumping is not like playing tricks. Dumping is an art and a realm.

　　The referee awarded a free kick in the backcourt in Milan's restricted area. Karachi put the football and found that Maldini waved him away. Karachi's goalkeeper's effort is quite okay, but it is really under the feet, and the long pass quasi-head basically depends on character.

　　 The horse team slowly and lazily opened the run distance. In fact, the eyes have been observing the frontcourt situation. After seeing that Zhuo Yang made a secret gesture to him from far away, the horse team started the run. While striking the ball in the front third of his right foot, Zhuo Yang also suddenly cut forward in the frontcourt. Maldini and he aimed at the forty meter line outside the top of the arc.

A long pass that is accurate to the slightest has always been a unique skill developed by the Colts in the position of the central defender, but this time he is a bit shameful, this foot is obviously a bit big, the football has a weird acceleration at the end of the flight, Zhuo Yang I jumped up and stretched my neck into a giraffe, so I couldn't play football.

　　Football crossed Zhuo Yang and the crowds crowded around, smashing **** the grass behind them, and suddenly bounced back, how high they came and went.

　　 Howard goalkeeper was supposed to attack, but only halfway through, he found that everyone had missed the top. He hurriedly stopped to stop. After the football rebounded, he observed from experience that his current position was just right to take off the second landing point.

　　 As soon as he arrived at Howard’s air defense area, he suddenly had a weird acceleration level flight ~lightnovelpub.net~ directly over the top of his head before falling down, the drop point happened to be on the goal line. ‘Oh! ’

　　Martini's direct free kick with more than 90 meters in the backcourt took a shot and sealed his throat!

　　 has said that today the wind is very strong, and the Goodison Park Stadium is not windproof. It is said that the wind today is very weird, sometimes big and small. This ball was not kicked in by the Colts, but the wind blew him in. The wind is British, but the goals are counted in Italy. In the 71st minute of the match, AC Milan 2:1, the total score 3:2, Everton must make at least two more.

　　 Tim Howard was a caring man. It wasn't until four years later that he finally waited for the chance to take pictures of cats and tigers. In the Premier League game against Bolton, he scored exactly the same goal with the help of wind, and he was finally satisfied. That day, he became the fourth goalkeeper of the Premier League. In an interview after the game, he said:

　　 "The strong wind is the enemy of the goalkeeper. I can experience the feeling of him (the opponent's goalkeeper). I was once defeated by the great Maldini in the same way, and the taste was just awful."

Zhuo Yang took Maldini from the back and hugged it in a circle. When he put it down again, the forty-year-old horse team was dizzy and turned to stand. Although the mouth said that Zhuo Yang was not big or small, but Malti The happy look on Nepal's face was like the groom's official at the door of the cave.

　　 "The horse team, they are all like this, what kind of retirement! It's not a matter of playing for another two years." Zhuo Yang's smile is sincere, and what he said is sincere, Maldini can feel it.

　　 Zhuo Yang, my good brother, at my age, I can’t retire, but it doesn’t really matter if I can play.