The game is about to start, captain Zhuo Yang led Madiburg in the players' tunnel, the referee has not come out, Manchester United players have not all come out, at this time and Zhuo Yang stood side by side at the head of the two teams is the Dutch goalkeeper Van der Sar.

Because of Zhuo Yang, Grandpa, Ferdinand, Gomez, including O'Shea, Fletcher and others, coupled with the warm scene of welcoming Grandpa Mo home just now, the two teams were very harmonious in private, without the slightest smell of gunpowder, and Zhuo Yang even chatted with Cristiano Ronaldo behind Van der Sar.

At this point, United captain Roy Keane walked out of the dressing room and walked straight to the front.

Go straight to Zhuo Yang!

Keane had already calculated, he knew that Zhuo Yang was a difficult opponent to defend, he knew that Zhuo Yang was the soul of Madibao, Zhuo Yang's ambition was Madibao's ambition, Zhuo Yang's state was Madibao's state, and Zhuo Yang's momentum was Madibao's momentum. What Keane has to do is to hit Zhuo Yang's momentum before the game, it's not good if it's early, it's not okay if it's late, Zhuo Yang will adjust and recover if it's early, and there may not be a good chance if it's late.

The most opportune time is just before the start of the game, right now.

Zhuo Yang was smiling with Xiao Xiao Luo, Kean stared at him and leaned in, poked Zhuo Yang's nose with his hand and said viciously: "Little Chinese guy, you can't be arrogant anymore, Lao Tzu will abolish you in a while, you just wait to cry on the field......"

The Manchester United players were collectively stunned: Zhuo Yang didn't mess with him? Captain, what kind of fuss is this?

Only Grandpa Mertesacker's eyes closed: Finish, Kean doesn't know Zhuo Yang too well, and his set will not play any role in front of Zhuo Yang, but will backfire.

This is actually Keane's psychological tactic, he is so sudden and furious, anyone will not be able to react for a while, and it is normal to be stunned for ten or so seconds. And in these ten seconds, the momentum of the bluffed person has completely fallen behind, even if you react later, scolding the heavens and the earth and the air to the immortals, it will be useless, and the momentum will always fall.

Thus, Keane's purpose was achieved. As soon as the game starts, the opponent will bring the momentum of low and aggrieved to the court, and he will not be able to pull it back in 90 minutes.

Arsenal Vieira, who was known as the 'two tough guy captains' with Keane back then, was bluffed by his trick for a short time, even if he jumped like thunder afterwards, he was no longer able to reach the madman momentum on a par with Keane, making Keane the only one, and Vieira became the laughing stock of the world because of this incident, and he no longer regained the title of tough guy.

However, only Grandpa Mo knows Zhuo Yang best.

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“…… You're just waiting to cry on the field......"

Before Kean's words fell, Zhuo Yang immediately turned his face and became furious, without a trace of hesitation. Palms thrust Keane's chest, "Fuck you!" He blocked his words and pushed Keane against the wall of the passage.

The arrow step followed, Zhuo Yang stuck Kean's choked throat with one palm, and his fingers competed, and Kean couldn't even continue to breathe.

"Fuck your old thing, the old coffin of the next three indiscriminate, just because you still abolish me, grandpa, I'll abolish you now!" With one arm on top, Keane's toes were almost off the ground.

It's Keane's turn to be confused!

Keane is a famous villain in the Premier League, but he definitely doesn't have as many fights with others as Zhuo Yang, and the number will be far, far away. Fighting is such a thing, most of the time it is not about how good you can fight, but whether you can suppress the opponent in momentum. The so-called one dozen guts, two eyes, three punches and four flashes of strength mean that momentum is important.

At the beginning of the year, Zhuo Yang's classmate Mark Venster was able to beat fitness maniac Tru Halle-Watson into that force, and he relied on his momentum to win people.

When he was a teenager, Zhuo Yang was immersed in fighting for many years, and he was the real expert here, and Keane was too far behind. As soon as Kean came over and opened his eyes, Zhuo Yang immediately knew what he wanted to do and what his purpose was, and he had seen too much. As a result, instant countermeasures became a matter of course.

Kean was stunned by the wall, and Zhuo Yang's reaction was not only completely unexpected, but it was so fast that he didn't react at all. I wanted to fight back at this time, but I couldn't even breathe, let alone scold back, and I couldn't make any sound in my throat with my mouth open.

wants to use his fists to hit Zhuo Yang, but Zhuo Yang is 1.86 meters and has an arm span of 191. Kean is one meter eighty meters tall and has an arm span of one hundred and seventy-nine, so much difference that he can't reach Zhuo Yang's face at all, so he can only fall softly on Zhuo Yang's strong arm muscles like tickling, wanting to break Zhuo Yang's hand, but like a grasshopper shaking a tree. wanted to raise his leg to kick, Zhuo Yang had already lunge to control his lower plate, and he didn't want to move the ballroom.

Zhuo Yang's experience is too rich!

Not to mention the momentum at this point, Keane is completely funny, embarrassing, and clumsy, like a dying prey.

Zhuo Yang was furious, and the Madiburg people instantly 'hula' surrounded them, isolating all the Manchester United players outside, and the Madiburg people scolded, what was ugly and scolding. Manchester United people outside: Forget it, Zhuo Yang forget it......

Madiburg people are monstrous, Manchester United is humble and begging for mercy, how can there be a fart momentum.

Grandpa Mo said in his heart: This idiot still thinks he is an old ....... It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, after all, it's his teammate, after all, it's his own captain. Grandpa squeezed in.

"Zhuo Yang, forget it......"

"Grandpa!" Zhuo Yang turned his head and snorted: "Pell, don't worry about it today, otherwise my brother won't have to do it!" The eyes are fierce, and the words are categorical.

Grandpa Mo: "......"

There is no soft egg in the players, and it stands to reason that the United players should not be indifferent to the fact that their captain is being punished, but when it comes too suddenly, they are the ones who are confused. Second, Zhuo Yang's momentum came up too quickly, and the wild murderous aura filled the entire player tunnel, and they were all a little suppressed. Third, everyone also saw that it was Keane who found fault first, and found it inexplicably, and Manchester United lost money.

Zhuo Yang stuck his left hand around Keane's neck, and his right hand began to pump his mouth, but he didn't use much force, and the goal was to fight humiliation. 'Pap, papa, pa......pa' was light and heavy, in the jaw-dropping of the Manchester United players, in the dirty abuse of Zhuo Yang, Keane wanted to die.

"Zhuo Yang, stop, let him go!" A low, majestic command. Lord Alex Ferguson appeared, and Klopp, the scumbag, was beside him.

Take it when you see it, Keane is already about to roll his eyes, is it really impossible to strangle him? jokes, all this was originally Zhuo Yang's countermeasure. The appearance of the old lord just handed Zhuo Yang a step.

Pretending to turn his head and look at the lord's gaze for a moment, Zhuo Yang's hand was released, and Kean fell to the ground softly, breathing heavily.

"Sir, I'll give you face today." Zhuo Yang nodded. Looking at the grief-stricken Keane, Zhuo Yang pointed his finger at the distance: "Grandson, if you want to get back on the field, grandpa, I'll go to you after the game!" ”

Van der Sar and Grandpa Mo hurriedly helped Keane up, but there was a little bit of ...... in the old captain's fierce gaze Sadness. Relieving himself slightly, Keane pushed his arms away from his two teammates, looked at Zhuo Yang and then at Ferguson, who was leaning against the wall and did not move. Then, he lowered his head and straightened the captain's armband on his right arm.

"What's going on? What happened? At this moment, the referee team came out and looked at the chaotic passage.

"It's okay, nothing happened." Lord Fu turned his head to look at the referee, his face expressionless. "Nothing, I said."