Italian Grosso dribbled the ball all the way forward and did not encounter a block until he was close to the baseline. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He gave the ball to Scar Ribery, who saw that there was no good chance, and gave it to the Romanian Cobra Iliye, who was pulling back to pick up. The Cobra encountered interference and simply passed the ball to the retreating piglet.

The pass was a little small under the forced tackle of Feyenoord midfielder Gali, and the ball went between Piggy and Shinji Ono, who were desperately striding towards the prediction of football, and Feyenoord players Smolanek and Lurlin also stepped forward to fight for the ball. For a time, the three people formed a siege of the piglet, and the other players in Madiburg were a little unable to catch it.

The little pig's heart said: It's broken, the ball is going to be lost. I heard Zhuo Yang shouting: Destroy and go!

The little pig picked up his right leg and whipped it to the football regardless of the hair: love goes wherever it goes!

Bastian Schweinsteiger is known to have a super hard foot. Piggy is facing Shinji Ono who is ready to slide.

Holy shit, how does this scene look familiar? Between the lightning and flint, the little pig muttered a little: This was the situation just now, even Zhuo Yang's words were exactly the same.

Little Pig is a kind person: just abolished the Koreans, and I don't know if other people's wives will come to find trouble for themselves. If this is a Japanese again, and the two women come to find trouble, I can't speak Korean and Japanese!

Thinking of this, the little pig pulled out the instep slightly up, the toe slightly hooked, wanting to kick the ball up, go half-high ball, anyway, no one's thing can grow so tall.

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Shinji Ono was about to fork his legs and shovel, and suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.

Holy shit, how does this scene look familiar? Between the electric light and flint, Ono-kun muttered a little: This is the situation just now, even the words shouted by the Chinese are exactly the same.

Ono-kun is a cautious person: this No. 8 only abolished Song Zhong Guojun, and I don't know if Song Jun's wife will cry to death. If I were to suffer like this, my woman would have even more excuse not to come home at night.

Thinking of this, Shinji Ono quickly retracted his posture of preparing to shovel, hurriedly covered his hands in the vital point, and rushed up. He's trying to dodge the eggstone hammer of Schweinsteiger the 'Egg Breaker'.

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Shinji Ono jumps up, and Piggy's ball flies up as well. So, the football is wedged in the nose of the Japanese.

Piggy's feet, which are notoriously hard and ruthless. I saw that Shinji Ono seemed to have been slapped by a fly swatter, and 'Bar Haw' was intercepted from the air. Before landing, his head raised a big wave, and his nosebleed threw out a curved arch in the air, and Zhuo Yang, who was more than ten meters away, was almost splashed with blood. The football flew directly over the dome of the stadium and fell into the canal, startling the captain of the passing freighter: what is the work?

Piggy is stupid: Dude, did you do it on purpose? You didn't cooperate. I turned a blind eye to the performance that should be with you......

Piggy shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands, twisting his mouth and turning in circles to show everyone what he was doing. However, none of the brothers dared to speak to him at this time, and seeing him was like seeing a ghost.

Not to mention the tenacious and brave nation of the Yamato nation! Shinji Ono got up from the ground by himself, his expression resolute, not at all like the Korean Song Jong Kook just now, so distorted that he couldn't even see the human face. "Japanese Beckham" Ono-kun has a solemn expression, and his two nostrils shoot out of the nosebleed one by one, like an automatic intermittent sprinkler on the grass.

Ono-kun crossed his hands on his hips, slowly turned his body, and looked around: Hey, where am I? Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

Shinji Ono, a strong and confused philosopher, refused to lie down, because he didn't know the two people who had just run in front of him. Feyenoord's team doctor had no choice but to let him stand, and all kinds of means were used to stop the bleeding of the Japanese.

The floor was covered with blood cotton yarn, like following the operating room. Finally, it was temporarily blocked, and it was probably washed with clean water to make it look less permeable. The area around the nose is a little cleaner, and everyone looks at Shinji Ono again, and it feels weird no matter how you look at it.

Something must be wrong!

Everyone's nose is rushing forward, and at this time, Shinji Ono's nose tip is facing straight to the left!

The nose, which was originally quite tall and pointed, pointed very stubbornly to the left, as if looking for and pointing something, and everyone's eyes involuntarily followed it to look that way, uncontrollable and not easy to take back their gaze.

Like the old road sign at the intersection of the past, whoever drives over to Ono-kun will automatically turn right.

At this time, if you want to say that Shinji Ono is "Japanese Beckham", it will be obviously scolding. Without Victoria to speak, Becky had to turn her face first.

Uncle Van Chemmell, the Feyenoord team doctor, was a kind man, and he subconsciously reached out to help Shinji Ono straighten his nose. Who knew that as soon as his hand touched his nose, Ono-kun howled like killing a pig: "Wugou Ku, baa baa-!" Ahh (Friendly translation: Don't move, stop!) ）

The 20,000 people in the stadium, regardless of the players, fans, coaches and reporters, all felt that their noses were sore, and they couldn't help but want to cover it with their hands, and the Vidocq Stadium was silent.

The brothers stared at the piglet blankly, the flesh on their faces twitching.

Scar squeaked and said, "Little Pig......, Little Scar, I talk and jerk off on weekdays, don't you care......"

Mo Dashanren: "Little pig,...... I've had you dinner......"

Zhuo Yang: "...... I've taken you on a bike......"

Butcher: "...... What's that,...... Elbow...... Elbow ......"

Second brother: "...... You don't like to listen to poetry,...... I changed ......"

Piggy: "......"

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Shinji Ono was still looking at everything around him inexplicably, looking very curious, and his nose was like a capital 'L'. Anyone can see that the Japanese, who has temporarily lost his memory, has no possibility of continuing the game, and he will blow his nose and spray all on his left leg.

Suddenly, Mertesacker, who had always been well-rounded and mature, thought of something: "That, Chilean, it's time to come up." ”

The eyes of the second brother Montolivo lit up suddenly, and the murderous aura suddenly appeared. My brother's eyes lit up: Second brother, that's our brother, if he's not happy, we'll find a way to make him happy.

This kind of thing is usually handed over to Zhuo Yang, a broken leg madman! Zhuo Yang pondered: Later, I will switch places with the butcher, go to the top with the Chileans, and vent my evil anger for the second brother. Thinking so, he was about to turn his head and pat his second brother's chest.

The second brother turned his head: "Little pig, work harder, I'll leave it to you." The murderous look in his eyes was full of trust. Except for Zhuo Yang, the others also looked at the young master piggy and nodded at Schweinsteiger together.

Piggy: "......"

Zhuo Yang: "......"