"Zhuo Yang, are you shameless with such a kick?" Keelung Dyer fought with Zhuo Yang under his feet, and his mouth was not idle.

Dyer is one of the most versatile players in England, and he is very well-rounded, with technical speed, attacking and defending, and it is unusual for him to be able to defend the wings of the national team with David Beckham on one left and one right. Compared with Lee Bowyer, who was two years older than him and had already injured Zhongyong, even if Dyer could not say 'once in thirty years', he could barely get it once in ten years.

Dyer's movement is more flexible, often switching positions with Jenas, Robert, and even Bart, and when he cruises to the middle, he can occasionally play against Zhuo Yang.

"Big Kiel, are you willing to do it? It's a shame for everyone, and I probably won't dare to come to St. James again in the future. "Dyer swayed left and right, and Zhuo Yang also swayed left and right." Aren't they all our coach gentlemen, really dare to play, you bite him? ”

Dyer saw that there was no play in breaking through Zhuo Yang, and he saw that Bowyer was nearby, unguarded. Originally, I was subconsciously going to give the ball over, but I just heard Bowyer beckoning: "Big Kiel, give me the ball." ”

Dyer hesitated, and Bowyer's racist verbal attacks at halftime upset him, but because they were friends, Dyer didn't say much. On the contrary, Dai Er felt that Zhuo Yang was very face-saving, anyway, if Dai Er was replaced by himself, he would definitely beat people in that situation.

Zhuo Yang didn't make a move, Dale thought it was for his own face, because he knew that Zhuo Yang was a fierce man who could fight. In the players' tunnel, if you really want to beat it, you will be beaten, it's not a big deal.

In front of Zhuo Yang, Dai Er didn't pass the ball to Bowyer, firstly, he was a little angry, and he didn't want Zhuo Yang to spoil his fun, after all, Bower scolded Zhuo Yang.

Just hesitated, subconsciously pulled the ball horizontally, but encountered the pounced Hamsik guard, a pair of two dyers failed to fall well, and lost the ball. Bowyer was very angry, he had such a good opportunity, in front of him, he could show the characteristics of fast speed and rough technique when he received the ball, and he chased the wind for seven or eight meters.

"Big Kiel, why don't you pass me the ball?" Didn't chase Hamsik, first scolded Dyer, Madiburg was walking anyway.

Dyer didn't answer Bowyer, but just raised his hand and gestured: Count it in. Bowyer was a little reluctant: "I asked why you didn't pass it on to me?" Answer me. ”

Dale was a little annoyed: Why don't I pass it on to you, don't you have a little pressure in your heart? Ignoring Bowyer, he ran over to accompany Zhuo Yang for a walk. This made Bowyer angry, because Dyer had always been in front of him with an account of everything, a matter of everything, and an echo of everything, as he had never done today.

This characteristic of Dyer is actually called - reliable! Especially when it comes to friends, Dyer is very particular about things. In the eyes of people like Zhuo Yang, Dyer is naturally definitely worth befriending, but in the eyes of the narrow-minded and ignorant Bowyer, Dyer is more of a natural obedience. In other words, Dyer's reliability spoiled Bowyer, who couldn't understand the word reliable.

The pace of attack and defense on the field is surprisingly slow, and it already feels a little listless. Madibourg's walking tactics are not aimed at winning, and if they can be won, modern football is too useless. Uncle Scum's purpose in adopting this strange tactic is not to win, he is to let his young people feel how to use rhythm to suppress rhythm, which is an excellent learning opportunity.

Learned the importance of rhythm for tactics, which is more important than a win. As for the victory, isn't there a second round?

Do you think Uncle Scum will really just be shameless?

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It was another round of offensive and defensive switching, and Dale and Zhuo Yang fought again, and the two of them still chatted while fighting. Because they're friends, no one has unclean hands, let alone black feet or something.

In the unofficial selection, Dier was ranked third in the Premier League 'villain', which is actually a big prejudice against him. There is no lack of toughness in Dyer's delicate style of play, and he dares to use bayonets with anyone. But he basically didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, but whoever is looking for trouble will definitely not be cowardly, and your good fruit is indispensable.

Dyer's notoriety comes mainly from his 'dirty' impression off the field, with Minions stinking on the streets. But when it comes to violence and squalor on the pitch, at least he's a far cry from Alan Smith.

Still can't pass Zhuo Yang, Dyer also knows that Zhuo Yang is basically no play, he just sticks to the ball and waits for his teammates to run. Sticking and sticking, Zhuo Yang choked all the angles of his forward pass, and the only gap was Bowyer not far behind him.

"Big Kiel, give me the ball!" Bowyer's tone was a little rushed.

As he had just thought, Dale gave him an eggplant. forcibly took up a long pass, and was nodded down by Zhirkov with a header in the middle of the road, and then passed back to the lion king Lao Song.

Dyer ran away, and Bowyer was still muttering, "Damn, do you fucking know how to play?" Dai Er couldn't hear it, Zhuo Yang happened to pass by and heard it clearly.

"Just under the feet of your three-legged cat, can you catch it? Stupid! ”

"What the are you talking about?" Bowyer was furious.

"Whoever wants face won't pass the ball to you, and you can't afford to lose that person." Zhuo Yang was not angry at all.

"Fuck you, you damn Chinese, you say it again!"

"Stupid ......" Zhuo Yang walked away in a hurry.

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This time it was Bowyer's turn to push forward with the ball, and Zhuo Yang gestured to the left-back Schaefer, who was about to come forward to block: Go back, give it to me.

Bowyer's breakthroughs are based on speed and impact, and his crosses are very accurate, but being born with skill is simply not something he can master. Seeing Zhuo Yang stuck on his step, he would inevitably collide if he didn't slow down. Of course, I'm not afraid of bumping into Bowyer, but what about football?

There is no way, I can only buckle around and wait for the answer.

"Look at your legs are harder than a stick, and you still carry the ball? Shame on you! "It doesn't take much effort to defend him, and Zhuo Yang is not idle." Hurry up and kick it to others, and embarrass yourself. ”

Bowyer didn't talk back, not because he gave up evil and followed good, but because he had to be 100% focused if he wanted to protect the ball, and there was no room for distraction.

"Lee, give me the ball back!" Dyer greeted behind him.

"yes, hurry up to Big Kiel, he's so much better than you, hurry up, don't embarrass yourself." Zhuo Yang added fuel to the fire.

"Lee, hurry up. You can't get past Zhuo Yang, and I can't get past him. Dyer urged again.

In this case, Bowyer can give the blame. was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but as a result, Zhuo Yang was forced to bump and hook, and the football no longer belonged to him.

"Why didn't you pass it on to me earlier! Sticky balls, are they interesting? What a delay......" Dyer grumbled and hurried to run.

Zhuo Yang didn't run away, he was originally deliberately amusing Bowyer's fire, so he walked not far away from the 'Bao Er Villain' with the ball.

"Stupid, I made you obedient earlier, but now is it a shame?"