"Zhuoyang, would you like to score a goal for me today?" Sun Yumei asked Zhuoyang with a big smile.
"Of course, it is."
"Me too..." Beverly wanted to learn something, but just opened her mouth and felt it was not a thing. She also said that she was parroting and competing for favor.
Zhuoyang is a careful person. "Beverly, I'll give you the second one. You need to keep it." When hearing the words, Beverly smiled and blossomed, swaying in the Black French blue wind. Zhuoyang had a kiss on the waist of Hua.
This is a dialogue between Zhuoyang and sun Yumei and Beverly before the start of the game. The two beauties have been waiting for Zhuoyang's goal in the stands, but it has been more than 60 minutes since they came and went. Zhuoyang has not scored yet, and the score is still 1:1 on the field.
"Why doesn't Zhuoyang score? If you give it to me, will you miss your appointment? " Sun Yumei frowned and muttered.
"No, Zhuoyang never breaks faith. What he said will be realized." Beverly didn't hesitate to help Zhuoyang.
Listening to Beverly's saying, sun Yumei pretends to pout, and she turns her head to look at her: "Beverly, do you love Zhuoyang? Very, very much? "
“…… Yes, I love him very much, very much. " Beverly stared at Zhuoyang running on the grass. "I owe Zhuoyang a lot. I owe him a Christmas and a new year. I will pay him back for the rest of my life." When she said this, the tenderness in Beverly's eyes could melt the bank stone beside the river.
A moment later, when sun Yumei didn't speak, Beverly looked back. Sun Yumei is holding her cheek in one hand, looking at Zhuoyang on the field. Her beautiful face has a enchanting arc, and she laughs so much that she is a country.
in front of the middle circle, Zhuoyang looks up at the ball coming from the air. It's a long pass from zepeck. Bart leaned up in the first place, hard shouldered and jostled with Zhuoyang for the position. Robert looked after the side position and was ready to mark the second landing point.
In Bart's and Robert's cognition, there are only two ways to receive this kind of high ball, either take off the chest and stop to unload, or take off the head point to make a ferry for other people. The high and fast ball can't be grabbed after it lands, because it will pop up very high and far away, and can't catch it at all.
So, no matter what Zhuoyang is going to do with the ball, he has to take off and fight with Bart for the position. Of course, this is the view of Barthes and others, Zhuoyang is not.
Glancing into the air, droyenne suddenly turned around and gave the ball the back of his head, facing the Newcastle gate. As he turned around, Bart, who was about to lean against him, nearly fell. What does he want?
After a while, when neither of them finished the take-off, the football hit Zhuoyang in the back of his head, hanging fireworks was a meteor.
Zhuoyang's head tilted a little, the football brushed his sideburns across his shoulder and fell straight. When it was only 30 cm away from the ground, Zhuoyang took off the ball gently on the back of his right foot. The football was strange at the moment of roar, and it darted out at a speed along the 45 degree coordinate in front of him. It just crossed Robert's crotch three meters away from the turf. Zhuoyang also followed the wind.
Bart and Robert were stunned in the roar of the whole audience, as if they had seen a ghost.
No, it's not a ghost. It's a fucking goblin. It's a goblin! Lord, we met the demon in the daytime
There was no flower under his feet, Zhuoyang only shook his shoulder and flashed over Bernal; when he changed from stabbing to wiping, Hughes nearly fell into shit. He collided with O'Brien, who tried to pull Zhuoyang's Jersey, like a lover who had never met before.
At the tip of the foot, football doesn't seem to be kicked up, but it seems to be rocked up by the wind. The arc in the night sky is like a rainbow, like a crescent moon, more like the soft water mark in the music fountain, over the head of Gavin who is staggering to the ground.
In the 70th minute of the second half, Zhuoyang shot a wonderful shot in the forbidden area, which made the score and the total score surpass, 2:1 (3:2).
Zhuo Yang runs all the way to the bottom of the grandstand and points to sun Yumei: Here you are, Yumei!
All the people in the stands stood up and applauded for their king. Beverly gestures dignified applaud for her man, sun Yumei excitedly waving a blue scarf, the scene camera timely follow to find them.
"Our king, the king gave this wonderful goal to his beloved Beverly and his princess!" The DJ on the scene was hissing and stirring.
“My~~~~~~~”
“KING!!!” All the people shouted together.
"To ~~~~"
"Belle fury!!" Build up the whole scene together.
Beverly knew that this ball was given to sun Yumei by Zhuoyang. She had not come yet.
"remember, keep an eye on him. No matter where the Chinese go, you should keep an eye on him. Even behind the goal, even if he goes to shit, you should keep an eye on him in the toilet!" Souness growled and told Ambrose again and again, and Ambrose nodded like a chicken.In 75 minutes, Newcastle replaced Milner with Darren Ambrose, and Souness wanted him to become a rubber plaster for Zhuoyang. However, it was a failure of the old man.
Newcastle today, apart from that goal, the other time attack can not be opened, shearer and cruyvette are limited to be quite embarrassed, pompon and Westerman combination is not like two substitutes at all. Today, Boye is suspended. Without his unreasonable attack, the midfield is locked in by Dale, who has suffered a setback and learned a lot from zepeck. Only Milner can contact the forward line.
Souness is bewildered by Zhuoyang's evil spirit, forgetting that the most important thing behind the score is the goal. Without Milner, shearer and cruyvette are just like two idle people who are separated by madyburg.
As for using Ambrose, Bart and Robert to guard Zhuoyang, can you see? Of course! In front of the ball is three heads, six arms and six legs, Zhuoyang even if it's really a monster also has to give up.
Then I won't score!
As an important branch of modern science, arithmetic can't deceive people. Three people to mark Zhuoyang, how many people can you leave to deal with the rest of madibu? Do you think all these bastards have dry food?
Zhuoyang began to run around with three shadows on the court. He ran to where he was uncomfortable. Several times he really ran to his goal and hit handanovic. Ambrose was really obedient, and he really followed Zhuoyang like a psychopath to the net for a while.
"You Have you heard of mahjong? The four of us are just right... " Zhuoyang still has time to ask these three shadows.