Chapter 351: Essays on the Athenian Forest (Page 1/1)

Zhuo Yang jumped up and down in the high-speed run, stretched out his left foot and gently unloaded the ball in the air, and the football rolled in front of him obediently after landing. After feintging inwards and then making a sharp stop to the outside, the Portuguese winger Manu, who was chasing back, fell to the ground as if he had been hit by a sniper rifle.

By the time the grieving Manu raised his head from the grass and looked around blankly, the wind-like Chinese man had long since disappeared.

Lightly dodging Capetanos's sideways shovel, like a seagull flirting with the waves, Zhuo Yang has more freedom than a seagull. Moraes was already so nervous that he didn't know what to do, and bending over halfway was the only defensive anticipation he could subconsciously make.

Zhuo Yang didn't embarrass him, the pass through the crotch was like the wind passing in the alley, and the direction that the wind followed was the jasper man named Kaka.

Winter is a season that doesn't like publicity, and it is subtle in its bones. Winter always presents everything quietly, and Kaka is the clear forest stream that flows through it in winter. Pulling the ball with his left foot and carrying it with his left foot, Kaka bypassed Libero Plus like a stream flowing through a pebble, just as smooth and as serene.

At the confluence of the stream is a small boat with a bend in a robe, and a man who is smiling and smiling on the boat has been waiting here for a long time, waiting for a beautiful dream, in which his name is Ronaldo.

Cyrillo is a shark who loves to snatch prey from small boats. The cloak on Ronaldo's body suddenly turned into a golden battle armor, and the old man who was waiting was originally an immortal warrior. With the paddle in his left hand and the rod in his right hand, the ferocious shark crashed into the rocks by the stream.

The wisp of wind blowing from the sea in the distance was still drifting, seemingly irregular but purposeful, Zhuo Yang quietly appeared in the forbidden area like the wind. Alabazis is a good goalkeeper, he is like a sharp sword that can cut through the illusions of a striker. However, even the best sword can not be blown by the wind.

In the 7th minute of the first half, after Zhuo Yang received a pass from Ronaldo's penalty area, the action of crossing goalkeeper Alabazis seemed to be as natural as the wind, and AC Milan led 1:0.

Zhuo Yang pointed at Ronaldo with both hands and smiled, Kaka ran towards them, Ronaldo felt that today's night breeze was warm and the stream was clear.

Rivaldo watched the joyous trio up front, and it was his conceded goal that made this song of light in the dark night. He doesn't want to admit he admires those three, but he knows they're the darlings of AC Milan right now.

In fact, Rivaldo really wanted to stay in Milanello and was more eager than looking forward to staying at Camp Nou. Because only in Milan could he feel that no one thought of him as a 'penguin-like nerd' or a 'stupid Northerner'. He liked Milanello, but he didn't know why Milanello didn't like him, and Rivaldo didn't figure it out after thinking about it for three years.

Rivaldo didn't like Kaka because he was so handsome, so handsome that he didn't look like a Brazilian at all; He also doesn't like Ronaldinho, because Ronaldo likes to laugh too much, he doesn't like people who laugh all day long; Rivaldo also doesn't like Ronaldo because everyone likes Ronnie, which makes him jealous.

Rivaldo didn't like Zhuo Yang either, although he had never dealt with Zhuo Yang and didn't know him at all. But now Zhuo Yang is hooking Ronaldo's neck with one arm, and the other hand is rubbing Kaka's head. Rivaldo hates people hooking his neck and hating others rubbing his head, so he hates Zhuo Yang.

Rivaldo saw Ronaldo and Kaka hold Zhuo Yang down and rub his hair hard, making it messier than a chicken nest. Rivaldo frowned, for anyone who did this to him would surely make him angry.

However, Zhuo Yang seemed to be smiling happier than the two of them.

Zhuo Yang loves the stadium and has fond memories of his first three visits. He always scored goals here, and even scored six dollars alone, which became an important factor in last year's Ballon d'Or selection.

Therefore, when Ronaldo scored, Zhuo Yang liked it even more.

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Serginho was actually nicknamed not 'shuttle' at the beginning, but 'shuttle', because shuttles can travel through endless time and space. Carlo Ancelotti used to like to switch to Sergiño when he was behind, because in the darkness of space, shuttles are the only hope for mankind.

Later, the shuttle could not be worn, and AC Milan needed more power, but Sergiño could still do the work of the shuttle on the loom, or the swift shuttle bus in the crowded five-star scenic spot.

Walking into the winter woods, there are many secrets hidden in the forest, and the soft and cascading fallen leaves will make a 'creaking' sound when stepped on. The shuttle car is like a shuttle through the dense forest through the weaving thread, rolling up the yellow fallen leaves and never falling for a long time.

Kaka, a sleeping red flamingo in the forest, was awakened by fallen leaves and flew to the edge of the jungle, as if he wanted to escape. The flamingo likes the silence of the forest and the white horse standing on the rocks by the forest.

The white horse came from the far east, and he walked alone for a long, long distance before he came here. The white horse told the flamingo: If you are tired of flying, take a rest, and I am here.

Receiving the flamingo's message, the white horse whipped along the edge of the cliff, the horse's hooves striking the stone edges and splashing debris. Along the way, the white horse couldn't tell whether it was gunpowder smoke or cooking smoke in the distance, and he didn't care if it was a beech tree or a birch tree that had just swept by, and he didn't care if it was a badger's hole or a fox hole that he almost fell into.

White Horse just wanted to send a message from afar to the crocodile who was waiting, and he liked to be a postman often, just like a ferrycar likes to weave, and a flamingo likes to fly in fright.

The crocodile rose from the pool, he smelled the breath of the flamingo, the crocodile's scales stood terrified, and he heard the hoofs of the white horse.

The crocodile is the son of the dragon, his anger is Tianwei, and his anger is heavenly punishment. 'Ho-' There was a long hiss, and the crocodile's roar silenced the beasts in the forest, and the crocodile's claws only needed to light up, and it was a dazzling sword light.

The crocodile never forgot that his name was Ronaldo.

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In the 43rd minute of the first half, Serginho broke through on the side, Kaka rushed to the organization, Zhuo Yang pulled the defense line diagonally and passed it back, Ronaldo scored in the far corner of the penalty area, AC Milan 2:0.

This time, the three of them rubbed Serginho's hair together, although the shuttle's hair was already very thin.

Kaka said, "You're right, but those two are very much like harps. ”

Ronaldo said: "It's also very much like wings, dragon wings. ”

Zhuo Yang smiled even more happily, and there was not a single stone on the white jade and neat teeth in his grinning lips. Although the dragon had no wings, and although he felt that the two curved beams were now more like watermelon rinds gnawed by two teeth under the multicolored lights, he still liked to hear them say this.

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