The decibels of the 20,000 roars were a little bigger, and when his teammates howled and rushed over, Zhuo Yang still couldn't get up, the collision hurt a lot, and the fall hurt even more, and he needed to be relieved from the fork. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Jerry, go pick up the ball." Zhuo Yang took Rand's hand and barely stood up from the turf, and his first words were to instruct his teammates to hurry up and kick off. In the 67th minute of the second half, the score was 1:1.

Zhuo Yang was helped back to the back of the halfway line by Rand and Kenny Dunbar, and Zhuo Yang gave a thumbs up to the dejected Klopp.

I'm okay sir, I don't have any problem!

In the main stands, the butcher de Jong's body was trembling, his clenched fists were exposed, and the muscles on his cheeks were strangled.

"I'm not leaving." The butcher let go of his clenched teeth: "I'm not leaving this summer, I'm going to stay with Zhuo Yang for another year." ”

"I'm not leaving." Piggy Schweinsteiger sniffed, and there was no trace of the usual teasing between his words: "I will also stay for another year." Because, I'm afraid I'll regret it in the future. ”

The second brother, Montolivo, put his hands together in his long hair, and muttered in a somewhat lonely voice: "Later, the spring rain fell into the flower hall, and you were the only one who stopped in the rain." Zhuo Yang, let me stay with you for another year. Although the sea is wide, the sea is always there, but there is no brother on the cruise ship of the sea. ”

The second brother's voice suddenly high-pitched: "Fuck your Atlanta!" ”

Scar Ribery and Mertesacker were silent and did not speak, their eyes showing confusion and unbearability.

Li Xiaoqing and Zhao Xue next to them were already crying and their eyes were swollen, and Cheng Hao next to them kept rubbing their sour noses.

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Under the direction of Coach Brewster, Ergerberg regained his full swing after the restart, intending to consolidate their victory with a dense defense. This is also their helpless and wise choice, Ergerberg no longer has the courage to attack, and because the physical strength does not allow them to continue to exert high-intensity pressure after more than 70 minutes of strong attack.

The men of Madiburg went from brutally blocking the guns to bloodthirsty charges, and what remained unchanged was the bright bayonets and the madness that died together. Ergerberg grew more and more frightened, and the people of Madiburg became unstoppable.

Master Gu Long's masterpiece "Seven Weapons" talks about seven pinnacle weapons on the rivers and lakes. However, no weapon is more powerful than gunpowder. The reason why it is overwhelming is that talking about weapons is not talking about weapons. The 'Fist of the Angry Pony' is actually a symbol of courage, and the spirit of the 'Overlord Gun' is the trust between friends.

The weapons are not terrible, it is their spirit that is truly superb.

Invincible!

It is precisely because of the courage and trust gained on the field that the people of Madiburg have been able to ride the wind and waves in the face of adversity. In the eighty-first minute, the long-awaited cheers came from the Victor Stadium.

Zhuo Yang forced his way through and was tackled by the scrambling Ergerberg centre-back Rizuto on the line of the penalty area. It was a point-not-and-don't position, perhaps because the referee was moved by the courage of the Madiburg people, or perhaps frightened by their ferocity, and in the midst of the hysterical protests of the Ergerberg players, the referee decisively awarded the penalty without the slightest hesitation.

Zhuo Yang wiped the grass clippings and dirt off the soccer ball with his hands, and wiped his hands clean on his shorts. His jersey was already dirty, just like his teammates. Zhuo Yang stepped on the twelve-yard turf with his feet, gently placed the ball on it, didn't care about the direction of the air mouth, didn't even retreat, just stood crookedly behind the football with his waist crossed, waiting for the referee's whistle.

Zhuo Yang had never taken a penalty in a previous game, nor had he ever asked for a penalty. The first penalty taker in the team is undoubtedly the captain Bantam, followed by Piggy and Mertesacker. It's not that Zhuo Yang doesn't dare to take the penalty, but he thinks that the penalty has no technical content and is a little disdainful. Today, however, he was rightfully standing on the twelve-yard point, and his teammates rightfully thought it had to be him.

The referee used a yellow card to kick the grinding Ergeberg player out of the penalty area, and Zhuo Yang didn't pay attention to Sergeyev's fingers and provocations at him, just tilted his head and looked at him playfully like a poor monkey.

Without any accidents, Zhuo Yang stepped on one leg, and his right foot was pumping on the instep of his right foot, and the football uniform smashed into the upper left corner of the goal. Serkinev's flank to the right in advance was not so much a gambling prediction as it was cooperating with Zhuo Yang's play on him. Zhuo Yang could see the direction of his reaction from Serkinev's small swing and calf muscle tension before the shot, and Zhuo Yang knew where he was going to pounce before Serkinev himself.

This is Zhuo Yang's unique genius skill, which has no branch in world football.

This time it was the turn of the Madiburg people not to be in a hurry, they celebrated feverishly and grindingly, rushing to every corner of the field in groups to pose for the stands, and only slowly returned to their own half in twos and threes under the constant urging of the helpless referee and the angry protests of the Ergerberg people.

Ergerberg was torn apart, with little time left behind the scoreline, and a season's huge investment and confidence from start to finish was about to be lost. The situation made them have to storm out, but the huge physical exertion and trembling heart were saying to them - NO!

But what's the point of going defensive? They are like Madiburg in the first half, afraid of lions and tigers, unwilling but worried. As a result, the Ergerberg formation was seriously disjointed, and those who rushed up were reluctant to come back, and those who retreated did not have the courage to go up.

On the Madiburg side, it was very simple, Zhuo Yang only said one word to his teammates, and no one had any objections or problems.

- "Go on! ”

Zhuo Yang was almost exhausted, but he was smiling happily as he ran. The general trend has been achieved, and Ergerberg will not have a chance to turn the tables again. It's not that Doljanto is a big opponent, it's the courage and trust he gained from this match. It is no longer possible for the opponent to do anything to his teammates, and if they dare to show their tails, their teammates will definitely make them die even worse.

It is advisable to chase the poor bravely, and not to sell the name of the overlord. What a good thing Grandpa Mao said!

Eighty-seven minutes, victory was in sight. Zhuo Yang was carrying a football, and his legs felt a little numb, as if he wanted to cramp, which was a sign that his muscles had been tired to the extreme. Physical fitness has never been Zhuo Yang's strong point, although it has improved a lot compared to half a year ago. Zhuo Yang wanted to lie down and get a good night's sleep, so he immediately lay down. However, lying can lie down, not lying here.

The left and right connections were flickering, Zhuo Yang completely relied on intuition and muscle memory to flash the two defenders in front of him to the side, and then stabbed three times in a row, dodged the defender's flying tackle in milliseconds, and wiped the football into the penalty area.

The back of the jersey finally waited for the pull. Zhuo Yangxin said: Yes, this is the place where you can lie down.