Chapter 683

In the short period from 30 minutes to 40 minutes in the first half, there were no other 20 players on both sides. The game became a contest between Zhuoyang and Alan Smith in terms of fancy dog abuse and violent demolition.

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

Once Zhuoyang is only interested in flirting with others, he will focus all his energy and body functions on the opponent in front of him, instead of worrying about organizing attacks, pondering goals and looking around, it is very terrible. No matter Smith pounces, he can't even touch Zhuoyang's clothes. All kinds of twists and turns make Zhuoyang go to him when he gets the ball. Smith also chases Zhuoyang all over the court with all kinds of shovels.

Flash around and move, Zhuoyang is dancing, all kinds of fancy techniques that he didn't play for a long time pour out.

Smith flying shovel, Zhuoyang kicks the ball and comes back after passing him. Smith still flies to Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang hits the ball and dodges. He faces him from the side again. Smith shovels three times. The shovels are empty, like a fool who doesn't understand farming.

Zhuoyang runs around with the ball and Smith, which is to let you shovel, but also to let you shovel. For a long time, Zhuoyang has never played such a hated private job. Zhuoyang has found a happy childhood.

The team-mates of madibu are all helpless, but Zhuoyang has no courage to ask for the ball. The referee also feels embarrassed and has cancer. He wants to punish all the two goods with red cards, but there is no excuse. Manchester United players are helpless and want to cry. A good Champions League match has become a Circus joke.

watching the two insane people turn the Champions League into a bullfight, dregs uncle klopper forgot to walk back and forth on the sidelines, mad dog Rand was so obsessed with it that he finally found the same two people as himself, which was just God given.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" Rand crept up to Uncle dregs, almost shaking the frightened croop. "What?"

"You say, if I join hands with that Englishman, can I prevent Zhuoyang?" Rand looked at chlop with great anticipation.

Uncle slag is going crazy: "go, go back! You will practice more in the future. What did this Englishman make Zhuo Yang play for? If you only know that you don't want to die, sooner or later you will have such a stupid day! "

Mad dog Rand wriggled back to the bench.

Ferguson's lungs are bursting with rage. When did this happen in the Champions League? Alan Smith said that he was the passive one. Zhuoyang kept teasing him. Smith couldn't hide, and he wasn't hiding. But Zhuoyang's eyes are empty. There is only him, Smith and football left in the world. It's something that has nothing to do with football under the cover of football match.

It's not football at all!

I can't help it. Taking advantage of the dead ball, Ferguson pointed to Zhuoyang in the sideline: "Zhuoyang, Zhuoyang, come here, come here!"

What does the old man want? Zhuoyang was puzzled, but he still trotted all the way cleverly. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"You, this, yes, in, do??? Why don't you go to the damn circus! " Fijue hair dryer starts in a flash, tornado.

"How many times have I told you, how should I go to the competition? Have you forgotten, Niang xipi? Are you farting when you think of me? This is a football field, not a circus, and you are not a clown. How many times have I told you! Even if you play that damn opponent crazy, can the team win? Can you win? Will the European Golden Globe Award go to a circus clown? How many times have I told you that your legs will be kicked by others sooner or later in such a mess. You will be like a monkey watching others cheer and win, watching others take away trophies and honors that could have belonged to you. How many times have I told you that your kind of football is not playing football, but those damn football tricks on the streets of Brazil. No one will play those sensationalism after he is 13 years old! You're 20 fucking years old... "

The hair dryer makes Zhuoyang platform messy in the wind.

"How many times have I told you, have you heard in the hell! Well, you don't have to kick today... " Ferguson was obviously too involved in the play, only to see the old Sir Alex turn his head: "Park, park, you come here to my mother."

South Korean player Park Ji sung appeared next to Sir Alex. "Sir, tell Smecta."

"You play, you play in the middle of midfield. Come on now, don't warm up

Park Zhixing is so happy that his nose bleb is coming out. "Think carefully Who will I replace? "

"Of course, I want to replace the circus clown who only knows how to play tricks! You fool. " Sir Alex was angry, so he didn't fight any more. He turned back and continued to roar at Zhuoyang.

"You don't have to sit here when you get down. You go to the bathroom and report to the reserves right away. When to recognize the mistakes, remember to be deep, engraved, recognized and recognized! When will you come back. How many times have I told you... "

Zhuoyang is stupid, park Zhixing is stupid, the United bench is full of black lines.

Zhuoyang quickly recalled his first 20 years, and confirmed that there was no memory loss. After confirming that he was still a madeborg player, he was careful: "Sir Alex......""What the hell are you talking about

"Sir, I I think It seems Maybe It's not You What about Manchester United players? "

Ferguson: "..."

Old Trafford's bright light makes the world like day. The crescent moon over Great Britain emits an ambiguous halo on a winter night. The old Sir runs over 10000 alpacas in his heart.

Niang xipi

the reason why the old Sir Alex put on such a big Oolong made him feel so sorry that he scolded so inexplicably, but Zhuoyang, who had never been willing to suffer any loss, did not feel angry.

-- how kind of you are to me! I'm afraid he hasn't made such a mess in his life. I can see that he really cares about me.

Zhuoyang and Ferguson did not know each other for a short time. When he was in Grade C last year, he attracted the attention of lefejue because of his outstanding performance. After the failure to dig, lefejue established a telephone contact with Zhuoyang. Although the two met for the first time only during this summer's China match, they had been close friends for a long time in this era when there was no dead end of communication. The old Sir Alex had made comments and suggestions on Zhuoyang's match on the phone for many times, which was more or less the friendship of the first half of the teachers.

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

Once again on the field, the habitual brain and nerves are floating, Zhuoyang's thoughts are far from the point of view, and football comes from proise's feet. With subconscious reflexes, Zhuoyang rubs the left foot of the ball, and the football rises high back. He turns from the side to bypass Fletcher himself.

After the ball, Zhuoyang saw Alan Smith again.