"Zhuo Yang, you scored a goal for me today, okay?" Sun Yumei asked Zhuo Yang with a smile with big eyes.

"Of course, it has to be."

"I ...... too" Beverly wanted to do the same, but when she opened her mouth, it didn't feel like a problem, and she said that she was parroting, like competing for favor.

Zhuo Yang is a careful person. "Beverly, I'll give you the second one, you have to keep it." Hearing this, Beverly suddenly smiled, and the black French blue swayed in the wind. Zhuo Yang grabbed Hua's waist and kissed twice.

This is the dialogue between Zhuo Yang, Sun Yumei and Beverly before the start of the game, the two beauties have been waiting for Zhuo Yang's goal in the stands, but it has been more than 60 minutes in the second half, but Zhuo Yang has not scored yet, and the score on the field is still 1:1.

"Why hasn't Zhuo Yang scored yet? I said I would give it to me, will I miss the appointment? Sun Yumei frowned and muttered.

"No, Zhuo Yang has never broken his promise, and what he said will definitely be fulfilled." Beverly didn't hesitate to take care of Zhuo Yang.

Hearing Beverly say this, Sun Yumei's pretended pouting mouth softened, and she turned her head to look at her: "Beverly, do you love Zhuo Yang very much?" The kind that you love very, very much? ”

“…… Yes, I love him a lot, very, very much. Beverly's eyes were fixed on Zhuo Yang running on the grass. I owe Zhuo Yang a lot, I owe him a Christmas and New Year, and I will pay him back for the rest of my life, my whole life. When she said this, the tenderness in Beverly's eyes melted the shore rocks by the river.

After a while, seeing that Sun Yumei didn't speak, Beverly also turned her head to look. Sun Yumei was holding her cheek with one hand, looking at Zhuo Yang on the field, her beautiful face hooked a bewitching arc, and she smiled so much that she was captivating.

In front of the center circle, Zhuo Yang turned around and looked up at the incoming ball in the air, which was a mid-length pass thrown by Zepek on the side. Bart leaned in as soon as possible, stiffened his shoulders and competed with Zhuo Yang for the position, and Robert was ready to mark the second landing point while taking care of it from the side.

In the minds of Bart and Robert, there are only two ways to catch this kind of high ball, either to jump and stop and unload, or to jump to the header point to make a ferry for others. You can't wait for the ball to hit the ground before grabbing it, because it will bounce high and far away, and you won't be able to catch it at all.

So, no matter what Zhuo Yang plans to do with the ball, he has to go and fight with Bart for a hard jump to fight for position. Of course, this is the opinion of Bart and others, and Zhuo Yang does not.

Glancing at the air, Zhuo Yang suddenly turned around, lit up the back of his head to the football, and faced the direction of the Newcastle gate. He turned around and flashed Bart, who was about to be close to him, and almost didn't fall. What does he want to do?

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and before either of them finished the jump, the football smashed towards the back of Zhuo Yang's head, and the fireworks were meteors.

I saw Zhuo Yang tilt his head slightly, the football brushed his sideburns and swept over his shoulders and fell straight down, when there were only thirty centimeters left from the ground, Zhuo Yang unloaded the ball gently with the outside of his right foot, and the football was weird from the moment of roaring, and it quickly rushed out along the forty-five degree change direction along the coordinates in front of him, sticking to the turf just through Robert's crotch three meters away, and Zhuo Yang also followed closely to chase the wind.

Bart and Robert froze in place amid the applause of the audience, stammering as if they had seen a ghost.

No, it's not a ghost, it's a goblin, it's a goblin! Lord, in broad daylight we have met demons......

There were no flowers under his feet, and Zhuo Yang flashed Benal with only a shake of his shoulder; Turning into a stab, Hughes stumbled and almost ate, and he collided with O'Brien, who tried to pull Zhuoyang's jersey, like lovers who had met for a long time.

With a toe lift, the football does not look like it has been kicked up, but like it has been swayed by the wind, and the arc in the night sky is like a rainbow, like a crescent moon, and more like a soft water mark in a musical fountain, over the head of Jiwen, who is staggering to the ground.

In the 70th minute of the second half, Zhuo Yang overtook the score and the aggregate score with a wonderful hanging shot in the penalty area, 2:1 (3:2).

Zhuo Yang's hippie smile trotted all the way to the bottom of the stands, and stretched out his hand to Sun Yumei: For you, Yumei!

The stands gave a standing ovation to their king. Beverly applauded her man in a dignified manner, Sun Yumei waved a blue scarf excitedly, and the camera followed them in time.

"Our King, the King gave this wonderful goal to his beloved Beverly, to his Princess!" The DJ on the scene hissed and sensationalized.

“my～～～～～～～”

“king！！！” The audience shouted together.

"To ~~~~~~"

"Beverly!!" The whole audience built momentum together.

Beverly knew that this ball was given to Sun Yumei by Zhuo Yang, and she had not yet arrived.

"You remember, keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him every step, no matter where that Chinese goes, you have to keep a eye on him, even if it's behind the goal, even if he goes to, you have to follow him to the toilet for Lao Tzu to keep an eye on him!" On the sidelines, Souness roared and gave Ambrose repeated instructions, and Ambrose nodded like a chicken.

On 75 minutes, Newcastle replaced Milner with Darren Ambrose, and Souness wanted him to become a plaster on Zhuoyang's body, and he never left. However, this is a failed move by Lao Shuai.

Except for that goal today, Newcastle couldn't attack at all, Shearer and Kluivert were quite embarrassed to be limited, and the combination of Pompong and Westman didn't look like two substitutes at all. And today, Bowyer is suspended, without his unreasonable Biaozi attack, except for Dyer, who was firmly locked by Zepek who was eaten a trench and wise, only Milner can contact the forward line.

Souness was bewildered by Zhuo Yang's demonic spirit, completely forgetting that the most important thing behind the score was to score, and without Milner, Shearer and Kluivert were like two idlers who had been cut off by Madiburg.

As for using Ambrose close, Bart and Robert to defend it, the three generals will guard Zhuo Yang, can they watch it? Absolutely! In front of receiving the ball, there are three heads, six arms and six legs, and Zhuo Yang has to retreat even if he is really a monster.

Then I'll not score!

As an important category of modern science, arithmetic cannot deceive. Three people to keep an eye on Zhuo Yang, how many people do you have left to deal with the rest of Madiburg? Do you think these bastards are all eating dry rice?

Zhuo Yang began to run around the pitch with three shadows, running wherever it was awkward, and on a few occasions he actually ran into his own goal and high-fived Handanovic. Ambrose was really obedient, and he really followed Zhuo Yang like a nervous nerve and stared at the net for a while.

"You ...... Ever heard of Mahjong? The four of us just ......," Zhuo Yang still had time to ask the three shadows.