In the short period of time from 30 minutes to 40 minutes in the first half, there was nothing to do with the other 20 players on both sides, and the game was completely a contest between Zhuo Yang and Alan Smith.

The English are not a man, and they are far from it!

Once Zhuo Yang only indulges in teasing others, focusing all his energy and physical functions on the opponent in front of him, instead of worrying about organizing attacks and thinking about goals, it is very terrifying. Ren is Smith pounced in every possible way, but he couldn't even touch the corners of Zhuo Yang's clothes, all kinds of flying and dancing, Zhuo Yang went to him when he got the ball, and Smith also chased Zhuo Yang all over the field with various shovels.

Flashing and moving, Zhuo Yang danced with his hands, and all kinds of fancy techniques that he hadn't played for a long time poured out.

Smith flew the tackle, Zhuo Yang picked the ball and jumped over, pulled the ball and came back after passing him, Smith still flew to the shovel, Zhuo Yang knocked the ball and dodged again, and met him from the side again, Smith triple shovel, shovel shovel empty, like a blind chicken who doesn't know how to farm work.

Zhuo Yang ran around with the ball and Smith, just let you shovel, or let you not shovel, for a long time I haven't played such a hated private job, Zhuo Yang found the happiness of childhood.

Madibourg's teammates were a little helpless, but Zhuo Yang reached out to ask for the ball, and no one had the courage to deliberately refuse to give it; The referee also felt embarrassed and wanted to punish all the two goods with red cards, but there was really no excuse; The Manchester United players wanted to cry helplessly, and a Champions League match turned into a circus joke.

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Watching the two psychopaths turn the Champions Cup arena into a bullfight, the scum Uncle Klopp forgot to walk back and forth while standing on the sidelines, and the mad dog Rand was thrilled, and finally found someone like himself, which is simply a fate given by God.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" Rand crept up to Uncle Scum, almost scaring the dejected Klopp. "What?"

"You say, if I join forces with that British, can I prevent Zhuo Yang?" Rand looked at Klopp expectantly.

Uncle Scum is going crazy: "Go, go, go back!" You're going to practice more fucking things in the future, look at what this Brit made Zhuo Yang play? No matter how much you know that if you don't die, sooner or later there will be such a stupid day! ”

Rand, the mad dog, curled his neck and ran back to the bench.

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Ferguson's lungs are about to explode, when did this scene occur in the Champions Cup, Alan Smith is okay to say that he is a passive party, Zhuo Yang keeps looking for him to tease, Smith can't hide, and he is not a person to hide. But Zhuo Yang is pure nonsense, there is nothing in his eyes, only him, Smith, and football are left in the world, and this is doing something completely unrelated to football games under the guise of a football game.

It's not football at all!

I couldn't help it, taking advantage of the dead ball, Ferguson faced Zhuo Yang in the sideline: "Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang, come here, come here!" ”

What does the old man want to do? Zhuo Yang was very puzzled, but he still trotted all the way very obediently. "Sir, what's the matter?"

"You, this, yes, here, what, what??? Why don't you go to the damn circus! "The Folkee brand hair dryer started instantly, and the tornado stall.

"How many times have I told you, how should you go to the game, have you forgotten it? Are you farting when I say it? It's a football field, it's not a circus, and you're not a clown, how many times have I told you! Even if you play that damn opponent like a psychopath, can the team win? Can you win? Does the European Golden Globe give a circus clown? How many times have I told you, sooner or later your legs will be kicked off by someone else, and you will watch like a monkey as others cheer for victory, and watch others take away trophies and honors that could have belonged to you. How many times have I told you, yours is not playing football, it's just those damn football tricks on the streets of Brazil, and no one is going to play all that grandstanding stuff after the age of thirteen! You're fucking twenty years old......"

The hair dryer directly made Zhuo Yang Typhoon messy.

"How many times have I told you, did you fucking listen to it! Okay, you don't have to kick ...... today" Ferguson was obviously too deep into the play, only to see the old gentleman turn his head: "Park, Park, you come over to me." ”

South Korean player Park Ji-sung appeared next to the lord with a 'swish'. "Sir, you command Smecta."

"You play, you play in the middle of the midfield. Play now, no need to warm up. ”

Park Ji-sung was so happy that the snot bubbles were about to come out. "Good and good ......, who do I replace?"

"Of course, it's to replace this circus clown who only knows how to play tricks! You idiot. The lord was angry, and turned back and continued to roar at Zhuo Yang.

"You don't have to sit here when you come down, you just go to the shower and report to the reserve right away. When to recognize mistakes, remember, to deep, engrave, recognize, recognize! When will I come back. How many times have I told you......"

Zhuo Yang is stupid, Park Ji-sung is stupid, and the Manchester United bench is full of black lines.

Zhuo Yang hurriedly recalled his first twenty years, confirmed that there was no memory lost, and after confirming that he was still a Madiburg player, he cautiously: "Sir......"

"What the are you, what the, what, what——??"

"Sir, I'm ...... I seem to ...... Seem...... Possible...... No...... You...... What about the Manchester United players? ”

Ferguson: "......"

The bright lights of Old Trafford illuminated the world as if it were day, the crescent moon over Great Britain on a winter night exuded an ambiguous halo, and the old man's heart ran past ten thousand alpacas.

Niang Xi Pi ......

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Let Ferguson scold so inexplicably, Zhuo Yang, who has always refused to suffer a loss, did not feel annoyed, and the reason why the old gentleman posed this big oolong made him feel emotional.

- Old man, this is how much attention you have to me! I'm afraid that he has never made such a mess in his life, and he can see that he really cares about me.

Zhuo Yang and Ferguson have known each other for a long time, since the year before last when he was still in the C level, he attracted the attention of Fojue because of his outstanding performance, and after the poaching failed, Fojue and Zhuo Yang established a telephone contact. Although the two really met for the first time only during the China competition this summer, in this era of no dead ends, the two of them can be regarded as friends for a long time, and the old gentleman has commented and pointed out Zhuo Yang's game by phone many times, which can be regarded as a friendship between half teachers.

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

Once again, the habitual cranial nerves on the field drifted, Zhuo Yang's thoughts digressed, and the football passed from the feet of Prouss. With a subconscious reflex, Zhuo Yang rubbed his left foot at the ball, the ball was raised high in the air, and he himself turned from the side to bypass Fletcher.

After passing the ball, Alan Smith appeared in front of Zhuo Yang's eyes again.