Zhuo Yang slumped over and shouldered - he came here, he had to weigh Alan Smith first. The right foot stepped to the left, and after the feint was false, he knocked the ball in the opposite direction and walked, instantly dodging Smith's position.

That's all, it's not too difficult! Zhuo Yangxin said.

Just then he was about to rush down to the bottom line, and suddenly, a big thick leg swept over, not covering his ears and being domineering. If Zhuo Yang continued to go down, his foothold left leg would definitely be shoveled, and it would be a head-on bone-to-face.

This is a posture that will end up together!

This is just the beginning, how much enmity do you have with me? I have the heart to have a fight with him, just compare and see which of us has hard legs, but Zhuo Yang still feels a little uncomfortable. The lose-lose thing is not in line with Sun Tzu's Art of War, and it is called brainless. The cranial nerves circled, and Zhuo Yang first did self-protection.

Pulling away his left leg, the football was shoveled directly into the South Stand by Alan Smith, and a hint of pride flashed in Smith's serious expression amid the applause at Old Trafford.

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Two minutes later, Zhuo Yang won the ball again at the 40-meter line, relying on his physical advantage to get away from Smith by arm's length, turning his center of gravity to wipe the ball and cross-cutting, but Smith also took advantage of his flexible body and quickly pasted up, and the momentum was still fierce, and even Zhuo Yang's elbow hit his chest without realizing it, as if it didn't hurt at all.

So three times, Zhuo Yang simply took advantage of his big stride to wear the crotch and give you two points of color to taste. Smith really had a face of shame, and with a 'whoosh' he spread his body, this time simply following Zhuo Yang's knee, and it was knee to knee, or the courage of both defeats.

Of course Zhuo Yang can't be like this, his knees are so expensive, how can you, an English hillbilly who drinks blood, compare? Dodging, the ball was kicked out by Smith lying on the ground. He didn't have a chance to aim and kick again, he just broke off indiscriminately, but the ball flew right at the feet of Giggs.

After a quick shift, Giggs fell to Ronaldo on the other side, the Portuguese cut inside and Rock Dellas couldn't keep up, and Ronaldo's shot was lifted over the crossbar by Handanovic.

Zhuo Yang was a little aggrieved: Why is this guy Smith a bit like fighting for his life with me? Don't you have a wife and children at home? The lord promised you how much funeral expenses you wanted, so that you had to pull me to wipe your neck together.

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After a few more direct confrontations between the two, each time the situation was the same, Alan Smith forced Zhuo Yang: Come on, hurt each other! Every time, Zhuo Yang took a step back at the last moment, and he was really unwilling to let his artist's body fight with the mud legs. After the two of them faced each other, they both lay on the ground, and Zhuo Yang obviously felt that Smith wanted to bite the soles of his shoes with his teeth, and he finally understood that today he had met Manchester United's version of Rand, the mad dog.

Previously, Zhuo Yang had been laughing at those opponents who were scared by Rand in his heart, the instigator of football, and he looked down on others for not daring to fight bayonets. It wasn't until he experienced Alan Smith's sacrifice that he began to secretly sympathize with those who scared mad dogs.

Of course, Zhuo Yang would never admit that he was also cowardly, and such a flash of thought made him a little annoyed and angry.

- Okay, then let's try to see whose legs are harder, and who can be more open-minded, whoever releases the accelerator first and hits the steering wheel first is the grandson!

Smith doesn't come to Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang will go to him specifically, and for him, the progress of the game is sometimes not the main thing. When Zhuo Yang, who committed a shaft, faced the football, he no longer cared about the menacing Smith on the opposite side, nor did he care about football, and Smith was even more so. Neither of them thought about how to control that damn football, and they both thought about how to take out the more damn opponent opposite.

'Bang!! ’

In the collision of the onlookers' scalp numbness, Smith suffered a big loss, after all, he was small in weight, but Zhuo Yang didn't fall much better, and his chest shook so much that he wanted to vomit blood. Both of them rolled down and fell to the ground, Zhuo Yang got up first, although his thigh muscles were very painful, he still pretended to be casual and hooked his finger at Smith on the ground: Get up, continue to play.

Smith, of course, was a tough guy, and he jumped up with his hands on the ground, his legs limping and falling. His thigh hurt as if it was broken, but the tough guy didn't have the slightest pretension, he turned over and got up again, his face twisted and endured the pain: This is enough taste, let's continue.

They are all ruthless and don't talk much, and no one is going to talk trash, of course, there will be no sympathy at this time, both of them are unconvinced.

Everyone looked at this situation carefully, and secretly couldn't help but give a thumbs up in their hearts: two, it's so two! The old gentleman was helpless for a while, this was not all his original intention, using Alan Smith's gangsterism to restrict Zhuo Yang This was a strategy arranged before the game, but Ferguson didn't expect Zhuo Yang, who has always been cunning and smart, to be so tenacious.

——If you don't go crazy, you can't live, do you love to commit art in art?

How could Lord Fu think of abolishing Zhuo Yang on the field? He really hopes that one day Zhuo Yang will finally be able to vote, the old man has been YY many times, Zhuo Yang will be the last World Footballer he created before retirement. However, now that the two neuropaths on the field are stabbing each other, who is hiding and who is the grandson, he has no way to stop him.

Uncle Klopp was about to cry, and before he was about to let go, he rushed up and scolded Zhuo Yang: Is there in your head? But how can Zhuo Yang now make him open his mouth? He knew better than anyone else that once Zhuo Yang was stubborn, he could pull the nine-headed cow back, and he could only wait for himself to come to his senses, and before that, any big truth was air.

The mad dog Rand was on the sidelines: Sir, let me go up, let me go.

Uncle Scumbag is not a little angry: Go and go, what can you do when you go up? Fight? If you want to fight, Zhuo Yang would have done it himself......

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The game was temporarily suspended, Zhuo Yang and Smith were spraying aerosols on their thighs on the sidelines, while listening to the scumbag uncle in his ears talking about how to transfer more and knock more, Zhuo Yang raised his thighs and did a few reverse stretching movements, much like yoga, but Uncle Li, who taught him these back then, called this thing a five-bird play. After doing it, I felt that my thigh muscles were much more comfortable, and there must be no major problems.

That Smith was different, he didn't know anything, he was choking enough, and he couldn't get off without a machine gun against his head. But he's a tough guy, he won't split the atomic bomb against his head, and now his thigh hurts so much that he doesn't say a word.

After the game restarted, Zhuo Yang held back his strength to compete with Smith, and refused to admit it.

- Do you really think I'm scared? Ruthless? I used to bite off someone's ear when I was in elementary school. To put it bluntly, aren't you just like that little gangster Benoit, playing a bad life! I'm not sorry for my life, and I still care about a big leg? …… Wait a minute...... Benoit ...... Rotten life......??

Zhuo Yang has never lacked blood, but he also does not lack rationality.