Lee Bowyer, who has been squeezed by Zhuo Yang with words, has long held back his anger, he is not a good stubble, and the number one villain in the Premier League is by no means in vain.

"Just like you, you can scare and scare elementary school students, and the big magpie (Newcastle) has you, and the IQ line has been lowered." Zhuo Yang's mouth didn't stop.

"I'll fuck you!!" Finally panting, Bowyer blurted out an angry scolding. Seeing Zhuo Yang turn around with the ball to leave, he immediately made a flying tackle from behind, and his feet were all off the ground, shining with silver spikes. The target was not a ball at all, and it came directly at Zhuo Yang's calves and knees.

Zhuo Yang was deliberately provoking Bowye's anger, and of course he was prepared for his sudden outburst. Seeing that Bowyer made a move, Zhuo Yang first shook his steps to the left, immediately withdrew to the right, and turned around, not only facing Bowyer, but still carrying the ball at his feet.

Like the matador in the Vensta bullring in Madrid, Zhuo Yang does not have a colorful cloak and cape, and his coquettish feints and movements are the same as those of the matador, and Bowyer is the stupid bull who passes by the dancing bullfighter.

By inertia, Bowyer slid out two more meters before braking the car on the turf, which was so humiliating that he almost didn't pick up his position in shame.

Seeing Zhuo Yang with a mocking face, Bowyer stared at him and forced him up, he was ready to fight on the field. "Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, damn chinkees, you deserve to be hanged just like those niggers!" A roar in the midst of rage.

Zhuo Yang immediately bent down and picked up the football, then stretched out his hand to point at Bowyer and greeted the Norwegian referee Henin Obrebo: "Mr. Referee." ”

Obrebo was a bald man with a degree in psychology, and he rushed up to stop the menacing Bowyer, and the hurried whistle made people tremble.

Bowyer's roar just now was so loud that it was estimated that the bench on the sidelines could hear it.

Players from both sides came around, with the Newcastle man blocking Bowyer with a black face, and the Madiburg man all standing beside Zhuo Yang, not like they were fighting at all, but more like waiting for Bowyer to rush over.

The Newcastle people are very tired, and half of their starting line-up are black, all of whom Bowyer calls '' who should be hanged. The veteran players, led by Shearer, stood in front of Bowyer, including Hughes, Bart, Given, and others. The rest of the group were all watching from the sidelines, including Bowyer's best friend in Newcastle, Keelung Dyer.

The picture is very strange, with Newcastle three or two desperately stopping Bowyer, referee Obrebo fumbling for a sign in his butt pocket, and Madiborg standing in full shape opposite them to watch them perform. If Shearer hadn't stopped him and let Bowyer rush over, he would have been beaten by the Madiburg crowd and wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

Cracking down on racial discrimination is actually a kind of political correctness, and if there is a conflict on the court, even if you talk about the other party's eighteenth generation ancestor, it is not a big problem, but it must not be contaminated with racial discrimination.

There was nothing to say, in the 81st minute of the second half, the referee showed a red card. Bowyer jumped to his feet and was still roaring, this time at the referee Ofrebo: "Fake! Fack! hy？ hy？ ”

Shearer dragged him down, and Bowyer struggled and shouted, "Fuck you......" Shearer covered his mouth and grabbed him around his neck and carried him down.

Bowyer's fire is big! With a flick of his arm, Shearer's hand was gone: "Fuck you, I'll go by myself." Shearer really wanted to beat him, but knowing that this thing was a bastard, maybe he really dared to do it with himself, it would be too ugly, and the team would be ugly and ugly, so he could only suppress his anger and escort him.

As he passed by Dyer's side, Dyer said coldly, "Lee, I said I didn't want to hear you say that again. ”

Bowyer slapped Dyer aside: "Fuck you, fuck off!" ”

In fact, Westerners are quite poor in scolding vocabulary, and there are just two sentences over and over again, which cannot be compared with the profound words and swords of Greater China. However, even without Zhuge Liang's eloquence in scolding Wang Lang to death, Bowyer's clumsy tongue was enough to ruin Dyer's friendship with him.

"Well, I'm not wrong, right?" Lao Song said to Zhuo Yang, his expression was silent like a magic stick.

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The dispute took place near the halfway line, and the referee ignored Zhuo Yang to hold the ball with his hand and awarded Newcastle player Bowyer an unsportsmanlike foul and Madiburg took an indirect free-kick.

Let his family make such a fuss, the whole Newcastle team is a little absent-minded, and they have been used to following Madiburg sticky and slow, and no one is nervous at this time.

Madibao is the same, they are still waiting for Zhuo Yang to take a walk after the kick-off pass, but Zhuo Yang thinks differently, and there is also a cobra that is older and spicier than Chaotian pepper and slippery than loach.

The two exchanged glances, and seeing that Iliye understood what he meant, Zhuo Yang kicked off the ball and knocked it to the Romanian behind him.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed, and after Zhuo Yang opened the ball, his whole person shot out like an arrow off the string, and rushed straight towards the Newcastle penalty area. Before anyone could react, and as he was turning to the top stroke, Illier's pass went right to his feet.

Zhuo Yang's high-speed dribbling is unstoppable, Newcastle's defense is full of holes, the midfielder is very chaotic because Bowyer was sent off, and the hurried interception always has to be half a beat in the evening, and everyone watched Zhuo Yang's whistling phantom rush into the penalty area.

The Newcastle man opened his eyes and watched Zhuo Yang stop and brake sharply to touch the ball with his toes, and two taps were two changes of direction; Turning his eyes to see goalkeeper Jiwen lying on the left, Zhuo Yang brought the football into the goal from the right side.

There was silence in the stadium at St James's Park, and Zhuo Yang, who was as slow as a duck playing a snail a moment ago, completed a mad dog chasing a rabbit in the blink of an eye, and everyone was silenced by this strong contrast.

Only Zhuo Yang and Iliye were celebrating, and only the scum uncle on the field was excited like a bear child.

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"Zhuo Yang, your Grandpa Mo said that you are the worst, I didn't believe it at first, but now, I believe it......" At the end of the game, Dyer and Zhuo Yang exchanged jerseys.

"Where am I broken? That's called ......."

"Oh, that's right." Dale interrupted Zhuo Yang. "After eating and having a party, I won't call any superfluous people, you can see who is pleasing to your eyes, just bring it. The thief is interesting, I'll tell you about ......"

", just eat, don't play that ......"

In the first leg of the round of 16 of the UEFA Cup, Madiburg drew 1:1 away to Newcastle, and after the game, Uncle Scum's strange tactics and Bowyer's racial discrimination became the focus of media attention. Of course, no matter how much Klopp tries to whitewash his tactics, he can't hide the world's criticism of filth, and no one will want to hear what Bowyer wants to say, and no one will believe what he says.