After scoring the goal, Zhuoyang quickly ran away, not pulling Master Tu who was lying on the ground.

When the Six Musketeers meet each other on the court, they will not hold back their hands, which will even arouse more adrenaline.

They are **** for tat, but also sympathetic to each other.

Zhuoyang knew that Lord Tu would be very sad at this moment, and it was not the time for him to show his friendship. He should really want to be quiet...

However, Zhuoyang was wrong, Master Tu didn't feel uncomfortable at this moment, he couldn't get up from lying down, simply because lying down was comfortable.

He didn't want to be quiet, but to rest.

After understanding Zhuoyang's plan of "fighting for blood", Lord Tu knew that he had a high probability of losing today. Having played football for more than 20 years, he knows himself very well.

With Master Tu's open mind, since he expected to lose, it's still uncomfortable. At this moment, in his tired body, there is only appreciation and admiration for his brother Zhuoyang, as always.

Let me lie down for a while, I am exhausted, let me lie down for a while and we will continue.

The little pig came over and dragged Mr. Tu up from the ground ignorantly, which was really rude.

"The lying posture is really ugly, you know, like a flip-flop bastard."

"If you don't lie down, then what, I don't know how comfortable it is to lie down."

The little pig patted Master Tu's ass: "I'll do it, you sneak up to the front and find a way to blow him up."

Master Tu nodded: "Pig, you are a good pig."

Little Pig knew that Master Tu was not knocked down by Zhuo Yang, but fell down from exhaustion. In fact, he was also very tired, especially after Zhuoyang often forced him to run with him, the little pig was almost too tired to vomit blood.

He is fascinated by this feeling.

Playing against his brothers is the only thing that Xiaozhu can enjoy in his current football realm. Being beaten by a brother, or beating a brother, is the most beautiful football.

Watching Lord Tu fall down slowly, at that moment, Xiao Zhu seemed to see Guo Nu flying into the sky.

So, he replaced Lord Tu and replaced him with the abuse.

Slut, let me fly to the sky if I have the ability, if possible, or I will let you fly to the sky.

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2:3 behind, Uncle Zha knew that the day lily was going to be cold. But the game is not over, something has to be done.

With Matip and Fabinho replacing Wijnaldum and Henderson, Uncle Zha used up three substitutions.

Wijnaldum and Henderson didn't run as fast as Xiaotu, but the decline was visible to the naked eye at the moment, and they also tried their best.

Cameroonian central defender Matip was replaced, and Uncle Zha pushed Xiaozhu into the midfield. At critical moments, he had to rely heavily on Zhu and Tu, even though they were more tired.

Zhu Tu changed the person in charge of Zhuoyang's defense in private, and Uncle Zha had no objection. At this time, he had to trust his own son.

— Zhuoyang, Zhuoyang, with your appearance, I’m afraid you can play for another ten years. No, it’s not a problem to play until you’re fifty.

— Cho, you can send me away with your career.

Even if he is passive, Uncle Zha will never lose his ambition in his heart, but not necessarily the players under his command.

Just like Tottenham collapsed collectively after Zhuoyang scored the second goal in the second round, the Liverpool players waited for Zhuoyang's goal just now, and there were cracks in the brick wall in their hearts.

Master Tu was broken by Zhuo Yang face to face, which tilted the spiritual totem of the extremely tired Liverpool people.

In fact, a month ago, Liverpool, which had accumulated fatigue, almost collapsed. They were defeated by Barcelona 3:0, and then they were tied by Newcastle, losing their pursuit of the league title.

However, Uncle Zha's psychological adjustment was very effective, and then Liverpool stopped the collapse, and made an epic comeback against Barcelona, ​​and continued the good momentum to this day.

In the previous 2:2, if Zhuoyang scored both of Manchester City's goals, the Liverpool people would not collapse, and he should score.

Aguero can be shot!

Zhuoyang didn't move and we all played so hard, and now he beat Tu Ye and scored a goal, how can we play?

The Liverpool people haven't collapsed yet, but they don't have the belief to fight to the death.

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"Little pig, here you come."

"Master Tu looked like a **** just now, you know that."

"Then you're still here?"

"I want to see how you flip it."

Zhuoyang gave Xiaozhu a white look: "I'm a slider."

Soon, the little pig made Zhuoyang flip the cover.

Akun passed the ball in the middle of the field, Zhuoyang ran to meet him, Xiao Zhu let out a shovel one second before he met the football, and brought Zhuoyang down with the ball from the side.

Zhuoyang didn't expect him to be so straightforward, or called decisive, he fell so hard that the snot bubbles came out.

In retaliation, a minute later, Zhuoyang knocked the piggy out of the air in the top fight, and also made him fall on his back.

'Beep—' foul, Skomina smiled and gave Zhuoyang a yellow card.

Zhuoyang: "..." I thought we had a good relationship.

When Xiao Zhu shoveled Zhuoyang, he aimed at the ball, no problem.

But Zhuoyang carried the flying pig and obviously couldn't hit the ball. Skomina's penalty was correct and fair.

This time and again, Zhuoyang actually lost.

"Zhuoyang, you almost killed me, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I did it on purpose." Zhuoyang said, "If I really want you to die, the grass on your grave is already this high."

Compared to Piggy's shoulders.

"Will you let me die?"

"Pig, I just want to leave the last yellow card in Manchester City's last game, don't think too much about it."

"Will it be your last goal for Manchester City?"

Zhuoyang smiled: "No."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

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The Liverpool people who started to vent their energy relaxed their press, only relying on the roar of the scumbag on the sidelines.

Walker took the ball from the right, went forward and avoided the absent-minded counter-grab of the horse's thigh, and then there was an open field in front of him.

Walker turned on the scooter, and they all went straight to Liverpool's half.

Zhuoyang and Xiaozhu sprinted side by side in the middle.

Zhuoyang shouted: "Come on!"

The little pig didn't yell anything, he used to make weird yells.

The little pig felt that his throat was breathing fire, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were being roasted on the fire, and they might have been cooked.

Although not lagging behind, the legs are getting heavier and heavier.

It is only 30 meters long, but it seems to be 30,000 feet. The little pig will keep burning to keep up with Zhuoyang's speed.

Before Van Dijk arrived, Walker fought hard to cross, and the football drew a diagonal line in the low air.

Zhuoyang on the outside suddenly pulled out again, and Alisson also started to attack at the moment of passing the ball.

The little pig opened his mouth and shouted, but no sound came out. All his strength was used on the flying shovel.

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He failed, however, with the football whizzing by two inches in front of his toes.

If it was an hour ago, Xiaozhu promises that he can do it, and he can do it half an hour ago. But at this moment, he was tired, so tired that he couldn't help it.

In fact, Walker's passing of the ball is not very good, not only half-high, but also a little forward, and the ball speed is extremely fast.

Zhuoyang pulls outwards, prolonging his time to catch the ball, but it also makes the line of the football go further down. But no way, he needs to hold the ball or shoot, he can't handle it with tackles like Piggy.

Zhuoyang was betting that the little pig would not be able to shovel, and he was right.

The little pig gliding on the turf saw Zhuoyang suddenly speeding up for the second time, and said to himself: Fuck...

Then he closed his eyes, and didn't care about the flood, so he didn't look at it.