"Son of a bitch!" Clark roared, striding over to the ball Ospina had fished out of the goal, and slammed the ball back into the center circle.

The faces of the few people next to him changed, but no one dared to follow.

Clark kicked the ball away, but he was still angry.

"Shit, shit! I'm going to fuck this damn brat!. Clark grinned.

Suddenly, he beckoned R. Zivelli over. As soon as Zivelli's eyes made contact with Clark, his whole body trembled, and suddenly he thought of some not-so-good memories.

"If you keep playing like this, you're really going to be a joke on your side, Zivili. I don't know you think so, but I think it's a shame! Think about it, kid, did you hear about it a few weeks ago?, and now I dare to use you like a stake!" Clark said as he pulled him over himself, and whispered to him, "Give him some color, Zivelly, to prove that you're not a random bitch."

Clark walked forward step by step with Zivili, and the two of them covered their mouths to communicate in the end, and Zivelly's brows became tighter and tighter.

Phew! Matuidi spat out a mouthful of phlegm onto the lawn by the corner flag. This Nice really made him sick, knowing that he was the spokesman for Saint-Etienne's dirty work. But the way the opponent treats the opposing player still makes him feel ashamed.

Matuidi walked up to Ding Yue, looked him up and down, as if it was the first time they met, and pretended to be surprised and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed the most shocking newcomer I have ever met, boy!"

Ding Yue smiled and shook his head.

Matuidi hugged Ding Yue and celebrated.

"I don't think they're playing the right way, so I'm going to start messing with people. Matuidi and Ding Yue walked back to their own half side by side, and their faces suddenly became calm.

"Oh, people, I haven't tried it yet. Ding Yue smiled expectantly.

"Not kidding. Matuidi said.

Soon, both sides returned to their positions. Once again, the referee blew the horn of the duel.

Ding Yue quickly overwhelmed the half court after the opponent's kickoff.

Zivelli didn't go back to get the ball. Just walked around with Ding Yue, and suddenly ran over with Ding Yue, poked his elbow heavily under Su's ribs, and then quickly continued to run along the running route.

Ding Yue's face suddenly turned pale, and then he took a deep breath, but he didn't scream. He slowly squatted down holding the poked part, and his left hand holding the grass could even feel the tendons shaking and pain!

Ding Yue's breathing was extremely short, and it took a while before he slowly stood up again. It's just that, from beginning to end, Ding Yue didn't let out a groan of pain.

A trace of surprise flashed across Qi Weili's face, who kept pretending to run, he could see that Ding Yue was really in pain, he was very confident in his elbow, that is, he could give Ding Yue a lot of pain, and he would not let everyone notice his movements, he knew that his elbow was very accurate and ruthless!

But I didn't expect that Ding Yue didn't say that he fell to the ground and rolled under this elbow, and he didn't even let out a muffled snort!

Qi Weili suddenly felt that Ding Yue's slightly delicate looking face and his extraordinary skills in walking him as a monkey didn't seem to make him hate it so much. Unlike Clark, Zivelli can tolerate defeat if the other party is really stronger than himself. Clark is different, when facing a strong opponent, he can't win, so he has a lot of off-the-board moves. Perhaps some people will like and approve of Clark's approach. But from the truest feeling in his heart, Zivelli did not approve of such an approach.

What Qi Weili didn't know was that his judgment of Clark was still a little different, and Clark's hatred for Ding Yue was different from before.

The most important reason is that Clark's wife just filed for divorce with him last night.

If it's just a divorce, it's serious, his wife will take half of his property.

He was on the court, sweating a lot, and sometimes had to shed a little blood, to fight for millions of family assets, and you just bought luxury goods at home and gave birth to a child and wanted to divide half of my property? Clark disagrees with this distribution method in his eyes.

However, his lawyer's advice to him was consistent with what was written in the law, and Clark became very emotional.

"Damn it......" Clark clenched his fists, not thinking about the unconscious effect of such emotions on his movements.

He just wanted to eliminate the factors that made him uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

At this time, the damn Asian still maintained the style of play that he had insisted on since the beginning, constantly receiving, cooperating, playing, breaking through, passing.

He still maintains the full mental state that he was at the beginning of the opening.

Clark spat at the mouth, tugged at his increasingly tight jersey, and shouted as he commanded the backline: "Keep an eye on that damn yellow banana, stare at him!"

Almost all the Nice players were looking at each other, they didn't expect a game that had been prepared for so long to be beaten beyond recognition by a new guy.

Saint-Etienne's attack still looked unhurried, but in such a slow pace, suddenly getting faster would fill Nice's half with countless killings.

The ball came to the feet of Ding Yue, who was standing on the left wing of the middle line, again.

An angry Clarke instructed his midfielder, Emmerser Faaé, to meet him.

Ding Yue didn't choose to cooperate with two-one-one in the middle line this time, but killed himself towards the penalty area. He didn't pay any attention to Emmerse Fae.

"you!" Ding Yue shouted, and with a straining of his hand, the acceleration force of high-speed motion pushed Emmerse Faai to stagger back. Clark changed greatly, and he never expected that Ding Yue, who had always seemed harmless to humans and animals, would be so brave.

Ding Yue didn't bother to pay attention to Emmerse Fae, who staggered with his right hand and tried to pull his jersey to prevent him from advancing, but threw himself directly and broke free of his hand.

"Hell!" Clark strode forward, lowering his weight and propping his feet on the turf, leaning forward, and muttering to himself, "Come on, come on, boy." Come on!"

Ding Yue, who was dribbling the ball at great speed, suddenly looked up.

Clark stared at him, suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and after a while, he finally understood Ding Yue's gaze... It's looking behind me!

Ding Yue took a deep breath, stepped on the grass with his left foot, straightened his body, and pumped his right foot towards the ball......

Clarke's face was a little pale, and the constant oozing sweat wet his long hair, sticking to his forehead. He struggled to straighten himself and shouted in fear, "This kid is going to shoot!"

On the huge court, Ospina bends quietly like a statue. But he never took his eyes off football.

When Ding Yue began to swing his leg and hit the door, his nerves had already begun to make reflex movements.

The blood in the whole body is boiling, and the results of Ospina's years of training are vividly displayed at this moment!

Like a spring thrown to the ground, with a flick on the turf, Ospina jumps.

In the footage of the camera, Ospina is flying with his back to the goal, with the net behind him as a reference. His entire face was contorted with all the strength pouring into him.

",!. Looking at Ospina's arm until he could no longer straighten it, Clark choked on his breath and closed his eyes in pain.